I don't know you stance on Voltron ships but is “ Dance with me! ” + Allura/Shiro okay? (Clarify, for your daily writing thing.)
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“Dance with me!”
“Princess, I’m not-” Shiro stumbled over his feet as she tugged him forwards, and found himself pulled into an easy waltz, their hands loosely clasped. He couldn’t help but wonder if her hand was cold, resting against the metal of his arm, and wished that he’d been leading; at least then he could have rested it against her back, so the fabric of her dress would stop the chill. “Shouldn’t I be leading?”
“Altean culture,” Allura said, growing a few inches on him, and grinned at the sight of his wiry smile. “Besides, isn’t it true on Earth that the tallest should lead?”
“Well, no,” Shiro said, wishing there was some way to discreetly rub his sweaty hand on his pant leg. “Men are meant to lead.”
“The more talented dancer should lead.”
He laughed and caught how her eyes crinkled at the corners, glittering just as brightly as the stars through the windows. “Then you have me beat there, Princess.”
“You’re just as good at other things, Shiro,” she said as the music trailed into a long string of gently tapped keys, sounding like a peal of bells throughout the empty ballroom. Coran had found old music tracks and had run off in delight a few moments ago, eager to find the other Paladins and teach them Altean dancing, but Allura had obviously found someone else to study with, and picked up the four steps of a waltz with all the ease that she picked up anything physical. Her lips twisted in amusement as Shiro glanced down at his feet, much more unsure of his own dancing skills, “You say ‘Princess’ very nicely.”
“How flattering,” he mumbled, almost catching the end of her dress, and forced himself to take a deep breath and look up, knowing it was just nerves that made him fumble and trip.
He probably shouldn’t have, he thought a moment later as he stepped on Allura’s dress and they both went sprawling.
With a yelp and a bang both of them went down, and tingles shot through Shiro’s arm, racing along the few nerves that connected his prosthetic to his bicep. He hissed, cradling his elbow, but found himself soon after more preoccupied with Allura, who was still sitting on the ground, her bent knee by his thigh.
She looked so startled, skirts spread out in a pool of colour, and guilt immediately surged through Shiro. “I’m so sorry-” he said, staggering to his feet and holding out his hand for her to take. However, her shocked expression had already faded into laughter, and Shiro found himself blinking at her in confusion. “Allura? Are you okay?”
“I suppose I should have listened to Keith on how bad a dancer you were!”
Shiro felt his cheeks burn, embarrassment racing through him quick and fast, but Allura wasn’t paying attention to that, instead laying back down on the floor of the castle, her hands behind her head. Shiro found himself settling back down on the floor next to her, the soft fabric of her skirt against his skin-and-bone knuckles. “Thank you for dancing with me anyway, Shiro.”
“Anytime,” he replied, and the smile she gifted him with made it all worth it.