You knew Lance from the start, he was in your egineering class. You two were partners and of course he always flirted with you. You soon started growing feelings for him, but then he was moved to fighter class. You longed tell him how you felt. One...
I started sketching out lions into huge sheets of paper. Lance was sketching something onto a smaller piece of paper frantically. I giggled when he held up a sad attempt of a lion.
"What! This art," he defended. I laughed at his stick figure lion.
"Sure Lance, sure," I managed to say as I laughed. I went back to sketching out the lions. Lance was making paper lanyards in blue, red, yellow, green and black. I laughed as he held up drawings of funny faces to his own face. Once I finished sketching out the lions me and Lance painted in the features.
"Lance the goal is to paint inside the lines," I giggled as his unsteady hand shook trying to paint the eyes of the last lion we had to paint. "Oh really," he exaggerated, he dipped the biggest brush he could find into (f/c) paint. I saw the mischief in his eyes, I grabbed my paint brush in defense, "Lance, no, don't you dare," I held up my blue covered paint brush in defense. He laughed, "Lance yes," he said as he brushed my cheek with paint. I gasped, "Oh, it's on," I swiped his forehead with blue paint.
"Uh, (Y/N) my face is my best feature," he pretended to be offended. I brushed across his face again.
"Fine, but you asked for this," he said, dipping his hands in paint and wiping them on my pants. I grabbed the can of blue paint and poured it on his shirt, smearing it around with my hands.
"I liked this shirt!" he laughed.
"I liked these pants!" I laughed back at him.
"Yeah, I liked those pants too," he flirted gesturing to my skinny jeans. Before I knew we were giggling messes cover in paint.
"Uh, guys you need to hang up the decorations and get cleaned up for the party, Princesses orders," Keith said as he stared at us covered in paint.
"Oh, ok, on it," I said holding back laughter. Keith looked at us weird one last time and then walked away. Me and Lance burst out laughing.
"Ok, let's hang everything up," I said still shaking off laughter. I grabbed the long strings of decoration Lance made and some tape. I was about to hang everything up when I realized that we didn't have a ladder.
"Did you see a ladder in the storage?" I asked. Lance shook his head. I sighed and dragged a chair over to the wall. Even with me on the tippy-toes on the chair, I still couldn't reach high enough.
"How about you get on shoulders?" Lance suggested. I laughed, "Your kidding." He shook his head, "With you on my shoulders, you'll be able to reach, " he explained.
"I don't know about this Lance, what if I hurt you?" I was nervous. He laughed into his chest, "I'll be fine, I'm a the arm of Voltron," he kneeled down in front of me. I sighed and swung my legs over his shoulders, so that I was sitting on them. He grabbed my hands, and slowly stood up. It seemed really high up, so I focused on hanging everything up.
"Lance how tall are you?" I swallowed nervously, that was the equivalent of telling myself 'Don't look down'.
"6 ft," he answered.
"Great," I said nervously, and finished hanging up the last lion. Lance kneeled down again and I quickly scurried off of his shoulders, "Thanks," I said. I saw that his hair was all messed up.
"What happened to your hair?" I asked, tufts of his hair were mangles in every which direction. He smoothed it with his hand, "You were pulling at it scaredy cat," he laughed. I ran my hands through his soft locks, "Sorry," I said impishly, he just nodded with a smile.
"We should probably get ready for the party," I smiled, he nodded and we went our separate ways. I grabbed my bag and rushed to the bathroom. On the bathroom sink was a bag and note from Allura, "Hopefully this is 'spruced' up enough for Lance" I gulped knowing that 2 people knew about my crush on Lance. I hid the note and stripped down. My clothes were stiff with paint, along with my hair. I hopped in the shower, scrubbing off any remains of (f/c) that stuck to my skin. The paint came off easily, and luckily didn't stain my skin. I massaged my hair with handfuls of conditioner, I even took the time to shave-everything.
By the time I got out, the mirrors were fogged up. I wiped the mirror with my hand, revealing my face. I dried my hair with my towel and brushed it out. I slipped on some underwear and a strapless bra before unzipping the bag Allura left for me. I pulled out a sleek silver-blue dress. It went down to my ankles and flowed beautifully. It was sexier than what I was used to but still elegant. I was glad I had good strapless bra on.
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This is the dress I had in mine.
I put on the dress. By the time I was able to get it on my hair was dry. I combed through it one more time and curled the ends of it. I walked out of the bathroom and rushed to Pidge's room. To my surprise, the door was open and Allura was in there doing Pidge's makeup.
"Hey you guys," I said closing the door. Allura turned to me and smiled, "Hello (Y/N), How do you like your dress?" she asked beaming, even Pidge smirked happily.
"I love it, it's gorgeous, you truly are talented," I smiled and Allura blushed. Her dress was white, it went down to her ankles and hugged ALL of her curves, it was beaded and had sleeves. Pidge's dress was shorter and more casual except the bodice had light green jewels covering it. ALlura tucked a white rose behind Pidge's ear.
"You look amazing Pidge," I commplimented.
"Thanks, but I hate this," she sighed as she looked in the mirror. Me and Allura giggled and the young teen.
"Is everyone down there already?" I asked, I didn't hear any fuss from the boy's bedroom when I walked out. Allura nodded.
"They have been ready for a while, or at least Coran finished up the with them a while ago," she smiled and I nodded, "Speaking of, I am finished so we can head out," she said speaking to Pidge who was fidgeting in her seat.
We all made our way down the long white and metal hallway. I was so nervous, butterflies migrated all different parts of my body. Allura must've noticed because she nudged me in the elbow.
"You look beautiful, have fun," she smiled, I breathed and smiled small, I was still nervous.
We walked into the living room, a multicolored haze filter throughout the room. I swallowed hard.
Hunk was nervously re-positioning his food presentation while Keith was pouring himself a glass of punch. Coran had just finished setting up the speaker system. Lance was facing away from me and I saw that Shiro was adjusting his tie. Shiro looked and smiled at me before patting Lance on the shoulder and saying something to him. Lance spun around, he was wearing dark navy suit. His hair looked especially neat and his eyes seemed more bright then usual. His jaw was practically on the ground when he saw me. I smiled and walked towards him.
