[He's cute when he blushes. She thinks this in the daze of her drunkenness. In fact, with the proper lighting, and the way the tips of his ears tinge pink, he's...cute; for an Earthling.
Like how Keith is. In that strange alien way.
And from her recent memories from home, she knows he can be different. More sincere. But all these deeper thoughts are blurred by the buzz of alcohol , and she simply leans in even closer, voice feigning what she thinks is a whisper but in reality is at a normal tone.]
It could be welcome... [It seems like she's about to say something else, but can't find the proper words, and instead of saying anything she acts on instinct and a sudden want and closes the space between them, lips against his, eyes fluttering shut.
She brings her hand up to cup his cheek, the one still holding the cup full of spiked candy tipping a bit.]
[Allura is showing him up at his own game. Mostly due to the fact that he's never had a successful go at any of it with her before--just what small details was he missing from her time back home? Did that play into it?
While her forwardness and receptiveness threw him off enough that the kiss is a surprise, it's not enough to keep him out of the game entirely. After a moment, the arm she hadn't clung to going around her waist to pull her close as he kisses her back.]
[The thing is, Allura is unaware that there is any game to be had. But everything feels aligned, right, what she feels for him here coupled by his change and growth back in their universe-- it lines up to what this is now even if she is just drunk off spiked gummy bears, and that their kiss tastes sweet because of it.
She hums into the kiss as she feels herself being pulled closer to him, the warmth of his body welcome, and she unceremoniously drops her cup of candy to as to rest her hand at his waist, deepening the kiss, placating a craving for intimacy she wasn't aware that she had wanted. Let alone from him.
But after a moment...a long moment, she pulls back, face flushed red, body flush against him, still clinging to him. And she brings her head down to rest her forehead against his shoulder, exhaling, and then taking a long breath.]
[Recieving any kind of attention from Allura was something Lance had been after since they had met. It was the reason half of his flirtation was laced with a humorous note--even an amused grin or a laugh would have been enough acknowledgment. So a kiss, much less one like this, was something he thought of as a long shot.
To have her in his arms, kissing him back was a dream, left him feverish and light-headed. It definitely accounted for the dazed look that settled on his face as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.]
Y-Yeah? [Beathe, Lance.] Maybe we should uh...You should...take it easy. [Nailed it.]
[Her eyes feel heavy, as does her body, and the room continues to spin. She also feels warm, and while it had been a pleasant warmth while kissing him, and while Lance's body pressed against hers is, for once, welcome--
The negative effects of the alcohol are beginning to kick in. And are going to completely and absolutely ruin this moment. And as per her physiological quirks, her skin tone is quite literally turning a bit green in colour.]
I'm...
[She moves away from him, practically shoving him off her, but it has nothing to do with the kiss and everything to do with the fact that she's moving to the nearest potted plant and...
[Lance would, in many circumstances, be upset by her almost violent reaction and means of throwing him off. But he has been to his fair share of parties, and he knows how quickly alcohol can hit and affect humans. He imagines it's probably not much different for Alteans.
And so he sighs and moves over to her. He places a hand on her back, rubbing in slow gentle circles as the other goes to brush her hair back from her face.]
[She's resting her forehead against the flowerpot, on her knees and it's no doubt a very un-Princess-y sight. There's that white hot surge of embarrassment, but she's still too dizzy and too drunk to act on it, and though the slow gentle circles at her back do offer some comfort, she does shrug Lance off a bit.]
I'm fine. Really, I am--
[And before she can really get defensive about her current state, she turns back to throw up in the pot again, and afterwards, mutter something about the Sa'turalia Party while resting her head against the cool plaster of the pot.]
[He frowns as he's shrugged off. He can understand why she does, but he is trying to help.]
Could be something with the mix...or the alcohol they used. They...definitely don't agree with everyone. [He places a hand on her back again, though it doesn't resume the soothing circles from earlier.]
Do you want to get out of here? The Porter probably isn't the best idea but Hunk probably wouldn't mind you crashing there...or we can get you a room somewhere. Sleep it off?
[Her forehead remains against the pot, at least until the room stops its spinning and dipping for a bit and she can feel like she can breathe against without getting sick. But, ancestors, does that rubbing feel good, and understanding what he means by "crashing" in the not-literal sense but in the sleeping sense, she lets out a sigh.
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Date: 2017-09-25 09:49 pm (UTC)Like how Keith is. In that strange alien way.
And from her recent memories from home, she knows he can be different. More sincere. But all these deeper thoughts are blurred by the buzz of alcohol , and she simply leans in even closer, voice feigning what she thinks is a whisper but in reality is at a normal tone.]
It could be welcome... [It seems like she's about to say something else, but can't find the proper words, and instead of saying anything she acts on instinct and a sudden want and closes the space between them, lips against his, eyes fluttering shut.
She brings her hand up to cup his cheek, the one still holding the cup full of spiked candy tipping a bit.]
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Date: 2017-09-25 11:25 pm (UTC)While her forwardness and receptiveness threw him off enough that the kiss is a surprise, it's not enough to keep him out of the game entirely. After a moment, the arm she hadn't clung to going around her waist to pull her close as he kisses her back.]
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Date: 2017-09-26 06:14 pm (UTC)She hums into the kiss as she feels herself being pulled closer to him, the warmth of his body welcome, and she unceremoniously drops her cup of candy to as to rest her hand at his waist, deepening the kiss, placating a craving for intimacy she wasn't aware that she had wanted. Let alone from him.
But after a moment...a long moment, she pulls back, face flushed red, body flush against him, still clinging to him. And she brings her head down to rest her forehead against his shoulder, exhaling, and then taking a long breath.]
I feel dizzy.
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Date: 2017-10-01 02:19 am (UTC)To have her in his arms, kissing him back was a dream, left him feverish and light-headed. It definitely accounted for the dazed look that settled on his face as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.]
Y-Yeah? [Beathe, Lance.] Maybe we should uh...You should...take it easy. [Nailed it.]
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Date: 2017-10-01 04:59 am (UTC)[Her eyes feel heavy, as does her body, and the room continues to spin. She also feels warm, and while it had been a pleasant warmth while kissing him, and while Lance's body pressed against hers is, for once, welcome--
The negative effects of the alcohol are beginning to kick in. And are going to completely and absolutely ruin this moment. And as per her physiological quirks, her skin tone is quite literally turning a bit green in colour.]
I'm...
[She moves away from him, practically shoving him off her, but it has nothing to do with the kiss and everything to do with the fact that she's moving to the nearest potted plant and...
She throws up.]
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Date: 2017-10-01 05:05 am (UTC)And so he sighs and moves over to her. He places a hand on her back, rubbing in slow gentle circles as the other goes to brush her hair back from her face.]
You all right there, Princess?
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Date: 2017-10-01 05:15 am (UTC)I'm fine. Really, I am--
[And before she can really get defensive about her current state, she turns back to throw up in the pot again, and afterwards, mutter something about the Sa'turalia Party while resting her head against the cool plaster of the pot.]
The candy is not...agreeing with me.
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Date: 2017-10-07 01:29 am (UTC)Could be something with the mix...or the alcohol they used. They...definitely don't agree with everyone. [He places a hand on her back again, though it doesn't resume the soothing circles from earlier.]
Do you want to get out of here? The Porter probably isn't the best idea but Hunk probably wouldn't mind you crashing there...or we can get you a room somewhere. Sleep it off?
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Date: 2017-10-08 04:06 am (UTC)Sleep sounds...good. Or a bed at least.]
I wouldn't want...to be a bother.