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A few days after Allura finished putting up the tree, she had to sit down and take a hard look at her feelings. Her crush on Shiro was getting unbearable, and she absolutely had to do something about it. The sheer feeling of his touch had almost made her faint, and the phrase “You look nice today” was still ringing in her ears, going through her head over and over and over and over until it felt like a constant drone. This level of infatuation couldn’t be helpful to her in any way, and honestly, not knowing if Shiro reciprocated her feelings was driving Allura crazy.
Now was a time for action.
So Allura marched straight toward the training room, where she knew that Shiro was sure to be. Her heart was swollen with bravery. She would march right in there, tell him how she felt, and be done with it. It would be easy. Completely facile. It’d take a few seconds, and though she had no idea how it’d go, at least she had an answer. It would work exactly to plan. But when she walked in and Shiro was doing pull-ups, facing away from her, all that went out the window. Because his muscles were flexing and he was moving perfectly, beautifully, like a machine, and though this had nothing to do with the pull-ups, his butt looked fantastic. It was a sight to behold, the most magnificent thing Allura could think of. And honestly, that was too much for any human to deal with. So though Allura had planned to walk in and have a mature conversation, she couldn’t get a single word out of her mouth. All she could do was gape at Shiro. To save face, she was about to simply leave the room, try again later, but unluckily for her, Shiro noticed her presence.
“Hello, princess,” he said with a smile that further incapacitated Allura. “Did you need something from me?” Everything in Allura’s repertoire of logic told her to back away, cut her losses, and try again, but she simply decided to keep going.
“I…I actually had something to tell you,” she said, praying that she’d managed to sound bold. Shiro looked into her eyes, giving her an inquiring look.
“What did you want to tell me?” he asked. Allura was totally silent. It felt like a lump of clay was strangling her, making speech completely and utterly impossible. She tried a couple of times, but aside from small noises in the back of her throat, no sound came out. “Allura?” Shiro asked, looking at her concernedly. He took a couple of steps forward. “Are you alright?” He took one of her hands and looked at her. Shiro was right there. It would be so easy to just pull him forward, smash her lips against his, and the increase in her heartbeat was just overwhelming. She had to do something. Say something. And it had to happen now.
“Iwanttokissyourface!” Allura burst out, in a big jumble of words. Right away she berated herself internally, turning bright red as exactly what she did had set in.
“Wh…what?” Shiro asked, taking a huge step back.
“I…I want to kiss you. On your face,” Allura reiterated. She figured as long as she’d screwed up this badly, there was no going back. Might as well stay the course. After a moment of silence, Shiro laughed, and Allura just wanted to drop through the floor. There were a million other ways she could have done that better, she thought.
“I agree,” Shiro replied.
“Wait, what?” Allura asked, utterly shocked.
“I have feelings for you too. You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”
“Well, I might have some idea…” she muttered, a massive smile tugging at the corners of her lips insistently. “So…how would you like to proceed?”
“Why don’t we get to kissing each other? On the face?” Shiro asked with a wink. Allura cringed for a moment, dying inside a touch. “Sorry, princess, that was below the belt.”
“Not at all,” Allura replied, the blush on her cheeks betraying exactly how embarrassed she was. And she leaned forward, touching her lips to Shiro’s.
In the moment before the kiss, Allura realized exactly what she had gotten herself into. Having been isolated for so long, she’d never kissed anyone before, and she had no idea what she was doing. She’d heard tales about first kisses being incredibly awkward (mostly from Lance, but other, more reputable sources had chimed in as well) and she didn’t want Shiro to be put off. But she shoved aside all those fears, all those worries, and simply pressed her lips to Shiro, hoping that if Lance could do it to girl after girl after girl, it couldn’t be that difficult.
And sure enough, the kiss was amazing. It wasn’t movie-worthy, sure, but the feeling of Shiro’s lips on hers sent enough thrills through her whole body. After a moment wherein she gained her confidence, she returned to Shiro’s lips, kissing them again, and again, until both of them lost track of time and of anything that might have kept them apart. When they finally broke away from each other, both of them were gasping a touch, breathing heavily, and smiling much more than either of them had done in recent memory. “So does this warrant us advancing our relationship?” Allura asked. “Now that you’ve…kissed me on the face?”
Shiro grinned. “I’d love that. As long as we’ll get to kiss again.”
“Of course,” Allura replied with a huge smile, as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Shiro’s again.