Borderline

chapter eight.

AAAAHHHH I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED EARLIER GUYS!!!

Okay so this is like the typical excuse but you have to understand that school is destroying my life right now. Just this week I had 7 FREAKING TESTS I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING OMG MY BRAIN IS ROTTING and one of them was a national test and I had to do it 2 times cuz I had to take a sick person's place and suddenly I couldn't even speak Swedish and me and my friend skipped a test we didn't study for right after

#badass😎

and I'm mentally exhausted right now and

FUCKING SEASON 8 TRAILER IS FUCKING OUT OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE HEAVENLY FUCK IS HAPPENING TO MY HEART OMG I SWEAR I'M GONNA CRY RIVERS HOEMYGOD

Heh, sorry for the rant guys, but anyways, here you have the next chapter I'm writing while crying at the same time :)

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Nyma was taking this task very seriously, and I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.

I met her in the blind spot of the Castle, me myself wearing the usual attire since there wasn't anything fancier I owned, but Nyma had gone all in. And I'm talking about a long, tight, white dress that sat taut against her torso, getting loose and fluid from her hips and down. Green and blue flowers with glittery leaves littered her chest, along with the laced fabric showing up the start of her breasts, which must have been deliberately. With the dress, she wore a white vest with matching patterns, that reached the hollow of her back, and her high black heels clattered against the ground as she made her way towards me, always keeping that smirk on her heavy painted pink lips.

"Where'd you get that dress from?" was the first thing I asked when she approached me, my eyes always wanting to travel down south, but I kept them up. She had probably thought that out, too.

I made a strident sound from deep inside my throat as she suddenly came much more closer to me, and the next thing I felt was the slightly damp and soft pressure against my cheek, perilously close to my lips, and my blood rushed up to my face in record time. Nyma had snaked a hand up my arm, and she let it travel up, squeezing my shoulder before backing away again, rubbing out any residues of her lip-gloss on my skin with her thumb, all the time biting her lip. I gaped at her.

"Just to warm up for the real deal", she giggled, letting her thumb linger even though my face must have been clean by now. She looked me directly into the eye, her smile turning frolicsome and sly. "I  need to act my best, am I right, my dear boyfriend?"

My heart pulled acrobatic stunts inside my chest.

"So..." she trailed off, cupping my entire cheek now, smile turning even more canny as she must have felt the warmth my face radiated. "Should we head inside? I don't want to keep your sister waiting."

My mouth felt dry, probably because I had gawked at her for so long, and I had to close it, almost hearing the shut.

"Y-yeah...", I stuttered, ineptly stepping away from her. "Yeah... Holy shit~"

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The rest of the quintant was like some sort of pleasant affliction. It was everything I ever wanted - having to call such a pretty lady my girlfriend -, but at the same time it wasn't - mainly because it was all a lie that I threw at my sister's face just for my own defence. 

Allura must have cleared the dining room of any traces of guards, because if they would see what was going on they wouldn't hesitate to report directly to my parents, who was currently away with the other paladins for their weekly proclamation, where they traveled to several planets just to ensure every species that they had Voltron on their side, ever since Zarkon's huge tantrum shook everyone to their core.