PIDGE ONE SHOTS‼️

BREAK

The dim lighting of Pidge's quarters offered a rare moment of tranquility, the hum of the ship barely noticeable in the background. It was a quiet space, the walls filled with scattered gadgets and schematics, organized chaos that mirrored the brilliant mind of the woman who now stood before you. Her sharp honey brown eyes sparkled with that familiar blend of determination and affection as she looked up at you, her figure framed by the low light.

You, a Galra warrior, were far from what anyone might expect to find in this place—let alone by Pidge's side. But somehow, the two of you had found something unspoken, something powerful that no one could understand. Your tall, lean frame towered over hers, the violet hue of your skin contrasting against the soft gold of the room's light. It felt strange, this quiet space, compared to the life of conflict you'd known. But here, with her, you found peace.

"Pidge," you murmur, voice low and thick with emotion. Her name feels like a whisper of relief every time it leaves your lips. You step closer, drawn to her like a magnet, your hand reaching out to brush her cheek, careful with your claws. "Are you sure?"

Her lips quirk into a small smile, soft and knowing. She steps into your touch, her hand coming to rest on your wrist as her gaze locks onto yours. "I've never been more sure of anything," she whispers back, her voice soft but filled with the same fierce determination she carries into battle. "I want this. I want you."

Your breath catches at her words, the intensity in her eyes setting your heart alight. It was always like this with her—no matter how much time passed, no matter how many battles you fought, she always made you feel vulnerable, seen in ways you'd never been before.

You lean down slowly, your forehead resting against hers as your hands slide down to her waist. Her breath hitches slightly at the closeness, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, her fingers curl into the fabric of your jacket, pulling you impossibly closer. The heat between your bodies was undeniable now, every small shift in her touch igniting a spark that made your pulse quicken.

Her hands move up to your shoulders, tracing the lines of your Galra armor, feeling the strength beneath, but you can feel the softness in her touch, the way she carefully navigates your differences. It makes your heart ache in the best way.

"I didn't think I'd ever feel like this," you admit quietly, your lips grazing her forehead as you speak, your voice thick with emotion. "Not with anyone."

Pidge looks up at you, her gaze softening. "Neither did I," she admits, her voice barely a whisper now. "But you... you changed that."

Your heart swells at her words, and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to hers. The kiss is slow at first, gentle, a question rather than a demand. But when she responds, the way she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, it feels like everything you've ever wanted.

Your hands slide up her back, holding her close as your lips move together, the intensity building with every passing second. Pidge lets out a soft sigh against your mouth, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel her hands tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as she leans into you.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you trail soft, heated kisses along her jawline, your lips grazing her skin with a tenderness that surprises even you. When you reach the spot just below her ear, you feel her shudder, her hands tightening their grip on your shoulders.

"That feels... nice," she breathes, her voice barely audible but filled with need.

You smirk against her skin, letting your lips linger there a moment longer before moving down to her neck. The way she reacts, the soft gasp that escapes her, it's intoxicating, and you can't help but give in to the urge to kiss her there again, slower this time, letting the moment stretch.

Her fingers slide down your chest, tracing the lines of your armor before slipping underneath, feeling the warmth of your skin. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, and before you know it, you're pulling her flush against you, your hands slipping under her shirt to feel the softness of her skin beneath your touch.

"Pidge," you murmur against her neck, your voice a low growl that makes her shiver in your arms. "I—"

"I know," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she pulls back just enough to look up at you, her green eyes dark with emotion. "Me too."

And with that, she kisses you again, more fervent this time, her hands slipping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as if she never wanted to let go.

In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the war, not the battles, not the differences between you. It's just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, the heat of your connection burning away any doubts or fears. Here, with her, you're home.