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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Matt_Holt/Pidge_|_Katie_Holt/Shiro, Matt_Holt/Shiro, Matt_Holt/Pidge_|
      Katie_Holt, Shiro/Pidge_|_Katie_Holt
  Character:
      Matt_Holt, Shiro_(Voltron), Pidge_(Voltron), Pidge_|_Katie_Holt
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Sibling_Incest, Vaginal_Sex, Anal_Sex
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      Published: 2017-02-01 Updated: 2017-10-16 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 5450
****** On Course ******
by GreenLion_(DarkestQuasar)
Summary
     In which Katie misses her brother and has all the reason to. Shiro
     helps her hold on.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
As the day of the mission drew closer,  Matt grew more impatient, more anxious.
It wasn’t just the nervousness of going into space for the first time, it was
also the feeling of having to leave his little sister behind.
He’d always felt like he was the one who had to protect her, to take care of
her, and he was afraid of what might happen to her without him.
He knew it was stupid.
He knew she was strong, independent for her age – but that didn’t change his
emotions in the slightest.
And so, the night before he’d leave for Kerberos, he knocked on her bedroom
door. “… Katie?”
What are you thinking, Matt?
He heard ruffling from inside as she probably freed herself of her blanket to
open the door and give him that wonderfully bright smile he grew to adore so
much.
“What’s up Matt? Shouldn’t you be asleep with the big mission tomorrow and
all?”
Matt worried his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, awkwardly adjusted
his already perfectly straight-sitting glasses. “I … there’s a thing I wanted
to talk about with you. Some stuff I want to get out before leaving. Is it okay
if I come in?”
“… sure?” Katie tilted her head, light-brown hair flowing over her shoulder as
she stepped aside to let Matt enter and closed the door behind him.
Matt sat down on the bed and Katie made herself comfortable next to him. Only
now Matt realized how beautiful she looked today, thin nightshirt accenting her
slowly forming curves and the elegant crane of her neck, the glint in her eyes
curious and friendly.
“So, what do you want to talk about? I’m all ears.”
Matt swallowed, heart heavy in his chest, insecurity almost drowning out all
other thoughts. “Katie … I want to protect you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do, dummy, it’s not like that was ever a secret. You never tried
to hide that at all.” She chuckled warmly, but then her expression grew more
serious and she frowned. “But that’s not why you’re here right now, is it?”
“You just know me too well.”
“No, you’re just too simple to read.” She ruffled his hair as if he were a
little boy and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle before putting a hand on hers
and gently guiding it back down to her side.
“I want to give you something to remember me. I want …” a black hole to open
right now and swallow me for having started this “… I would like your first
time to be with me. Of course only if you want. I mean … I want it to be good
for you.”
At the very second the words left his mouth, he realized how stupid all of this
was, how sick and how blind he had been. He wanted to get up, to run, to leave
for space and never return – but Katie held him back. Her warm, brown eyes
looking up at him, gentle and caring. Then, she intertwined their fingers and
craned her neck to brush her lips against his cheek. “You’re cute,” was all she
said before pulling Matt into her arms and nuzzling his ear, making him blush.
Eyes wide, he stiffened in her grasp and swallowed audibly, once, twice, before
finally hugging her back. “I’m sorry. This was a … this was a stupid idea.
Let’s just … pretend this conversation never happened, okay?”
Katie tilted her head in confusion. “For real? You come here in the middle of
the night, basically tell me that you love me and that you want me to have my –
and I know it’s yours, too, don’t look at me like that – first time with you
and then you expect me to just forget about it?” She put her hands on his
cheeks and pulled him towards her, their foreheads meeting. “Matt. Look at me.
You’ve picked the worst time and the worst words to ask me this, but my answer
is still yes.”
Matt’s face went through a plethora of expressions, from apology to confusion,
fear, surprise and ultimately, insecure adoration. “You’re not making fun of
me, are you?”
“Listen, I make fun of you a lot, but not when it’s this important.” She bent
forward, her lips but an inch away from his, their breaths mingling. “Can I
kiss you?”
“S-sure,” was all Matt managed to get out before Katie’s lips met his and she
pulled him with her onto the mattress, his body covering her smaller frame.
For the second time this evening, he realized how pretty, downright beautiful
his little sister was and he was hit with a pang of satisfaction that her first
time would be with someone who really cared about her, who loved and cherished
her. Their next kiss was initiated by him, deeper and more passionate than the
one before, but not forcing or pushy. He felt Katie shove her hands into his
hair, ruffling it gently, before pulling off his glasses. She chuckled at his
confused blink.
“These will just be in the way.” Carefully, she put them aside onto her
nightstand before pulling Matt down into another kiss. He let himself sink down
on her, eyes closed, her arms around him and his hands in her hair,
occasionally playing with the ribbon at the back of her nightshirt’s collar.
“Want me to take it off already?” Katie murmured against Matt’s lips, nudging
them open with her tongue.
“I-isn’t this a bit too fast?”
Katie’s laugh was bright and soft in the dark of the room, and she nuzzled his
nose. “You gotta get up early for the launch tomorrow, right? So we shouldn’t
waste too much time.” She shrugged underneath him, tugging on the collar of his
pajama.
Matt swallowed heavily as her fingers brushed his Adam’s apple and he nodded,
eyes unfocused like in a trance. “Damn Katie, when did you get this confident
about sex?”
“Matt, I’m fourteen. I know what the internet is.”
“You masturbate?!” Matt exclaimed indignantly, jolting upright.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t act like you don’t, too.”
“Yes, but I’m three years older than you!”
“Oh? And when did you start?”
Matt mumbled something that Katie didn’t quite understand, but she didn’t
bother with asking further. Instead, she abused Matt’s position to sneak her
hands underneath his pajama, exploring his body, pinching his nipples for a
bit, making him yelp in surprise and arousal. “K-Katie! You can’t just -”
“Oh, and who’s going to stop me?” Katie grinned, pinching a bit harder to test
both his and her own boundaries. It was hard to make out his facial expression
in the dark room, so she decided to stop before she’d ruin the mood by hurting
him, even though his quiet moans were absolutely delicious to listen to. “How
about you just take off that shirt; and while you’re at it …” She glanced down
to Matt’s pajama pants and to the obvious erection pressing against her hip. “…
maybe you should get rid of those, too.”
Matt just nodded, cheeks burning hot, and shakily got up to remove his clothes,
fumbling with the buttons in excitement. When he turned back around to face
Katie, he grew absolutely speechless and his mouth went dry: She had taken off
her thin nightshirt and was now sitting on the bed completely naked, small,
barely developed breasts ever so slightly curving on her chest, the soft
roundness of her slim hips and for the thousandth time this day, Matt realized
how gorgeous and graceful his little sister was. “You … god, Katie, you are so
beautiful.” He took her face into both of his hands, pulling her into a deep
kiss while sliding back on the bed, legs left and right of her hip, his cock
straining hard against her belly.
“Matt,” Katie whispered hoarsely, and the sound of his name in that passionate,
breathless voice made him shudder. “I’m sorry to ruin the mood, but … do you
have, umm, protection?”
Oh. Oh. “Y-yeah … just a second, I got a condom somewhere in the back pocket of
my pants.” Hurriedly, he got up again to search through the heap of clothes on
the floor and eventually pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube.
“I see you came well-prepared.” Katie chuckled softly, now sprawled out on her
back on the bed and looking at Matt with a slightly mischievous glint in her
eyes.
Matt chuckled and returned to the bed, climbing on top of Katie again, biting
his lip every time skin met naked skin. Goosebumps covered his arms and as he
raised a hand to touch her naked tits, he hesitated. “Katie … if you want me to
stop, just say the word, okay?”
“I will. Promise.” Katie smiled up at him, brushing some stray strands of hair
out of his eyes. Then, she took his hand and guided it along her body until it
came to rest on her tit. “For now … enjoy yourself.”
A smile spread on Matt’s lips, so happy, so confident that it even showed a
hint of teeth in the bleak moonlight shining through the window. He bent down
for another kiss, tongue carefully tracing Katie’s lips, only to intrude when
they were parted by a gasp he earned from pinching her nipples. Matt wanted to
explore her, to take his time with her, to make it unforgettable. He traced a
line of butterfly kisses from her lips over her cheek to her earlobe, letting
her hear his breath coming in quick, impatient gasps, then kissing down her
throat. It took all of his self control to not leave a cheeky small hickey on
the pale, soft skin right above Katie’s jugular, so he distracted himself by
moving further down, taking the other nipple into his mouth to suckle on it,
tasting her salty skin and feeling the hardness on his tongue.
Katie buried her hands in his hair, biting her lip again and again to stifle
any sounds and Matt wished for nothing more than to be alone with her in the
house, to see her let herself go, to hear the moans and gasps and whimpers he
wanted to draw out of her. But the way she shivered underneath him, the way her
heart fluttered beneath his hands and lips and the way her hip arched against
his was enough … for this time, at least.
Katie could feel herself growing wet, could feel her clit and her whole cunt
throb with excitement and impatience. Electricity surged through her as Matt
licked and sucked and – dear god - pinched her nipples. Hands buried in his
hair to have something, anything to hold onto, she bucked up against him.
She needed more.
“Matt …”
He shuddered as he heard his name, whispered shakily in the darkness of the
room, and slowly pulled away from her nipple, but still cupping her small
breasts in his slender fingers. “Y-yes, Katie?”
“Please … I … I think I want more.”
“Fingers?”
She glanced down to him, into those warm, brown eyes, the adoration in them
mirroring her own, and nodded hastily. “Anything.”
Again, Matt smiled at her, left hand tracing lines down her body in feather-
light touches, while the right steadied her body, wrapped around the small of
her back. He covered her cunt with his hand, engulfing it and feeling the heat
radiating off of it, occasionally rubbing her clit while spreading her open.
“God, Katie … you feel wonderful.”
The breathless, suppressed moans she’d given him until this point were
interrupted by a chuckle. “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you.”
Matt lay his head down onto her chest, a stray strand of hair tickling her
nipple. “Oh, am I?” And with that, he pressed a fingertip against her entrance,
slowly intruding. “… have you ever done this to yourself, Katie?”
After she swallowed another moan, she forced out a shaky “Y-yeah … b-but just
one finger … never tried more.”
He saw this as a signal to slowly shove the finger in further, first the tip,
the first knuckle, then the second, all the while crooking and twisting it to
prepare and explore her.
She clasped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle any sound – they really
couldn’t risk waking their parents – and bucked up against his finger, eyes
rolling back into her head as Matt added a second digit, scissoring her open,
spreading her and teasing her insides mercilessly.
“P-please Matt … I … I think I’m ready.”
“Already? You sure?”
Katie nodded hastily. Even in the dark of the room, Matt could see her thighs
quiver, her hands crumpling the sheets where she held onto them for some kind
of stability. He swallowed and pulled out his fingers, accompanied by an
obscenely wet sound that made both of them gasp, then he grabbed the condom
packet, opened it and, although a bit shaky, managed to put it on.
“Lube,” Katie said into the dark of the night and Matt responded with a quick
“Oh. Of course. Sorry”, before squirting a bit of the liquid on his hand where
it mingled with Katie’s fluid. With gentle, slow movements, he rubbed it first
around her entrance and then took himself in hand, coating his cock in a
generous amount before positioning it against her cunt. For a second, he
stilled, listening to Katie’s and his own ragged, impatient breaths. Then he
slowly, finally pushed the tip of his cock into her, eyes never looking away
from her face to search for any signs of discomfort.
“Oh fuck, Matt, you’re big,” Katie choked out, holding onto him.
“T-too big?”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled hoarsely. “You know, literally every other
dude would’ve just taken that as a compliment.” With a grin, she craned her
neck upwards to kiss him. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
The lewd choice of words made Matt moan, a sound barely suppressed by pressing
his face against the curve of Katie’s neck, mouthing hotly at the skin. He
wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her while, inch by inch, his cock
sank deeper into her until he was fully seated. “K-Katie … god, you feel so
good.”
“You too …”
Matt let out a whimper against her skin and then started moving with slow,
shallow thrusts to get Katie accustomed to the feeling. She was tight around
him, tight and hot and wet and so, so good and he had thought about this so
many times, on every lonely night.
“Faster,” Katie groaned into his ear, “Come on, let me feel you.”
He bucked up into her and she had to clasp a hand over her mouth to at least
muffle her noises of pleasure when his thrusts grew faster, when he stopped
holding back, when he – oh dear god – snuck a hand between their bodies to rub
her clit with shaky fingers.
They didn’t last long. After all, it was the first time for both of them, and
when Matt tensed above her, he bit down on her shoulder as his climax washed
over him like a tidal wave. He continued to massage her clit until she clenched
around him – milking the last few drops of come out of his softening cock – and
finally came herself, fingers dug into the skin of Matt’s back and legs wrapped
around his hip.
His breath was hot and quick against her ear when he let go of her shoulder and
planted a soft, apologetic kiss onto the bite mark. “Sorry,” he mumbled,
rolling off of her to collapse at her side.
“Holy shit,” Katie answered, gulps of air just as quick and overwhelmed as
Matt’s, “Matt, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Oh my god. We … we
gotta do this again when you return.”
“No, I mean the bite mark. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Katie turned towards him, a warm smile playing on the corners of her mouth. “I
love it, actually. It’s gonna remind me of you.” She brushed a stray strand of
sweat-slicked hair away from Matt’s face. “Now … we should probably toss the
condom somewhere where mom can’t find it. Clean up. … you should go back to
your room.” The last sentence was silently, almost regretful. All she wanted
was to cuddle up to Matt all night and sleep in his arms.
He smiled at her, kissed her forehead. “We can tell mom you wanted to sleep in
my bed one last time before I leave. It’ll be weird, but it should be okay.
How’s that sound?”
And when Katie flung her arms around him and gave him a soft, drawn-out kiss,
he knew his sister loved him and she was going to be okay.
 
The next morning, Katie awoke in Matt’s bed, huddled up against his chest. They
had changed into clean clothes and snuck off into Matt’s room the night before.
When she looked up, she looked into her brother’s warm eyes.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
“Good morning, space dork. … we should probably get up and get you to the
launch pad, huh?”
“Mmh.” Matt kissed the top of her head, taking a deep breath full of her scent.
“We should. … hey, you know what?”
Katie tilted her head. “… what is it?”
“We should ask Shiro to take a photo of us in front of the launch pad. So both
of us have something to look at until I come back from Kerberos.”
“That … that sounds great, Matt.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Phew, that took a while to do. :'D
     Biggest Kudos to mod Kuro who helped me a whole lot with this
     chapter!
     A small word of warning: This fic was fully plotted out before S4, so
     it's gonna be a bit canon-divergent. However, I'll try my best to
     implement some of the new things S4 told us. :)
 
She jerked up from her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. Pidge put
aside her tablet and got up, the high-tech doors of her room in the castle
obediently sliding open once she got close to them. Seeing her visitor, a smile
spread on her lips. “Hey, Shiro.”
 
Shiro smiled back down at her, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. They
were taking a break on a relatively peaceful planet, just a few days of fresh
air before getting back to their fight against Zarkon and even her usually
tense, strategic boyfriend had been showing a more casual, more relaxed side of
himself. “Afternoon, Pidge. Can I come in?”
 
“Do you even have to ask?”
 
“I can't help it, I'm just that polite.” He grinned and entered the room. His
glance fell to the tablet still lying on the bedside table. The screen showed a
bunch of opened files, layered over one another in different windows. Some were
in Galran, some were in Altean and others were written in the human alphabet.
The folder was titled 'matt.zip'. Shiro's smile faded into a melancholic
expression.
 
Following Shiro's gaze, Pidge picked up the tablet and pushed some of the files
around, into a new order that Shiro couldn't quite comprehend. “I miss him,
Shiro,” she finally said and sighed.
 
Shiro sighed as well, hand stroking through Pidge's hair. “I know. Me too. I
bet he misses you as well.”
 
“How would you know?” Pidge tilted her head, rubbing it against Shiro's hand
slightly.
 
A chuckle escaped Shiro's throat and he nuzzled her scalp, making her yelp and
blush a little. “He told me a lot about you. You know, if you're stuck in a
spaceship from earth to the edge of the solar system for months, you don't have
much of a choice but to become best friends.”
 
“Oh? What did he tell you?”
 
“He said you're smart. You're funny and nice to be around. He loves you.”
 
A flush crept up on Pidge's cheeks, both from the praise and from certain
memories. She had to force a smile, recalling that she kept her relationship
with Matt a secret, even from Shiro. He'd never understand what Matt's 'I love
you' meant to her, and maybe it was better that way. “... that … that is nice
to hear. Thanks, Shiro.”
 
“Don't thank me, thank him when we find him. And we will. I promise.” Shiro
leaned towards her to place a kiss to her forehead.
 
“I know we will,” Pidge replied and flung her arms around Shiro's broad chest,
nuzzling her face into the loose, soft shirt he was wearing. “... can you stay
for a bit?”
 
“I was planning to do just that, actually.” He smiled a little sheepishly, the
human hand in Pidge's hair and the other one scratching his neck. “We haven't
had much time to ourselves lately. I wanted to ask if you'd like to hang out a
bit.”

“Why don't you just call it a date?” She pouted jokingly and poked his
forehead. “We've been together for literally half a year.”
 
“Well, it'd be a date if it'd involve a fancy dinner and a nice walk on the
bea-”
 
“Oh shut it, you hopeless romantic.”
 
“Hey, I'm trying to be a good boyfriend here!”
 
“I don't know, right now you're pretty good at being a cute idiot.”

Shiro laughed and leaned down to kiss her gently. “Oh is that so?”, he
whispered against the soft skin of her lips and Pidge shuddered a little.
 
“Honestly, if you want to fuck, you could just say so,” she replied bluntly,
tongue darting out to lick at Shiro's mouth.
 
“That's not really what I meant by hanging out-”
 
“But you don't object?”
 
“Well I-”
 
“So you don't.” And with that, Pidge pulled him down by the collar of his shirt
until both of them tumbled down onto her mattress, Shiro's body covering hers.
She looked up at him, at the white tuft of hair dangling awkwardly above her
forehead, at the warm smile on his lips and the loving, but always slightly
tired expression in his eyes. “I love you, Shiro,” she said, voice somewhere
between a purr and a whisper.
 
Shiro's answer was a warm kiss to her lips. He settled down on his elbows to
the left and right of her head so he could bury his fingers in her hair. He'd
always have a fascination for the incredibly floofy, soft mop the Holt siblings
shared and couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of Matt's pouty face
whenever Shiro messed with his so called 'hairstyle'.
 
“What's so funny?”, asked Pidge and tilted her head.
 
“... oh wow, this is going to be awkward. I … pfft. I couldn't help but think
of the face Matt made whenever I ruffled that mess that he calls hair.”
 
Pidge blinked a few times, and for a second Shiro worried he'd made her angry
by changing the subject like that, but then she burst out laughing, so much
that she had to wipe a tear from her eye. “Oh wow. You really did that? He
barely ever let me touch his hair except when we- … umm, nevermind.”
 
Shiro's eyebrows shot up. “'Nevermind', huh? You do realize I won't stop
pestering you until you tell me more about this 'nevermind', right?”
 
“... I'm serious, Shiro. I'd … I'd rather not talk about it with you.”
 
He nuzzled her nose with his and placed a kiss on the tip. “Okay. Then I won't
pester. Sorry.”
 
“No need to apologize. You couldn't know.” She raised her eyebrows, a cheeky
grin forming on her lips. “Now, where were we?”
 
“You're just trying to get me to stop asking,” Shiro replied with a frown of
which Pidge wasn't sure it was joking or serious.
 
“Does it work?”
 
“Well I-”
 
“That's a yes.” Pidge pulled Shiro down into a passionate kiss, tongue sneaking
inbetween his lips, stealing his breath away and effectively keeping him from
asking any more questions. She fisted a hand into his hair, pulling him closer
until both of their bodies were pressed flush against each other and Shiro gave
into the kiss, opening his mouth for her.
 
“Love you,” he murmured as they separated, lips wet and cheeks flushed red.
 
“Love you too,” she answered breatlessly, her hands sneaking underneath Shiro's
shirt, where she let herself get lost in the crisscross of scars, tracing them
with her fingers. A shudder ran down Shiro's spine, making him tense up with
the tingling sensation left behind by Pidge's neatly trimmed nails.
 
“P-Pidge ...”
 
She'd never get used to how easily Shiro could come undone like this if one
just knew his weak spots – the scar across his chest, likely from a Galran
blade, the burn mark on his left shoulderblade and the small spot on his back,
between the fourth and fifth rib that always made him gasp. It made it easy for
Pidge to keep Shiro's mind off any distractions and ill thoughts, their shared
arousal often overriding nightmares, bad memories and stress. She smiled gently
as her fingers found Shiro's nipples, drawing a loud moan from his lips.
 
“God, Pidge, what are you doing to me ...”
 
Her smile turned into a grin and she pulled him towards herself to kiss him.
“Distracting you, obviously. Would be nice if you'd return the favor, though.”
 
Shiro just chuckled into the kiss and snuck a hand under Pidge's sweater to cup
her breast – as usual, she wasn't wearing a bra when she was just sitting in
her room – and gently flicked his thumb against her nipple. “Distraction
enough?”, he purred, licking the lobe of her ear and nibbling his way down her
throat, leaving small hickeys here and there.
 
She shuddered underneath him, gasping whenever he hit an especially sensitive
spot. “Y-yeah … you're doing good,” she replied cheekily, but Shiro could see
in her half-lidded eyes that their little game of tag was over. He grabbed the
hem of her sweatpants and grinned.
 
“Then maybe we should get these out of the way. And your sweater, while we're
at it.”
 
Pidge playfully batted at his face with a giggle and then sat up to obediently
get rid of her clothing until she was stripped down to her panties, while Shiro
did the same, the bulge in his pants becoming more apparent now that he was
only wearing his briefs. A visible shudder ran down his spine as Pidge crawled
towards him, on top of him, her movements as fluid as those of a lioness on the
hunt. She bent down to press another passionate kiss to his lips, gentle but
with a hint of teeth nonetheless. As she tried to entangle her fingers with
his, Shiro grinned widely, strong digits wrapping around her wrist.
 
“Do you really think you can hold me down?” he asked, stroking her palm with a
thumb, “or are you just playing around?” Slowly, teasingly, he brought her hand
up to his lips, tongue darting out to give the fingertips a few teasing licks
before sucking two of them into his mouth. He glanced up to Pidge's face and
couldn't help but smile about her breathless, surprised expression, mouth open,
cheeks flushed a bright red. A look further down, to where her crotch was
pressing against his, let him discover a slight damp spot forming at the front
of her panties and he slipped her fingers out of his mouth. “Do you realize how
wet you already are?”
 
“Shut up,” growled Pidge, trailing the wet fingers down his body, over the thin
patch of hair disappearing underneath the fabric of his briefs, “before I
change my mind about this.”
 
Any reply Shiro wanted to give got stuck in his throat as Pidge finally wrapped
her hand around his cock, thumb teasing the slit that was already leaking
precome. She didn't waste much time, stroking him just a few times, spreading
the liquid along his shaft, before roughly tugging down his briefs and slipping
out of her panties. Both her and Shiro let out a long moan as she finally
pressed her wet heat against him, grinding her clit against his cock.
 
Shiro bucked his hips impatiently and eventually settled for digging the
fingers of both of his hands into the skin of her hips, stilling her in her
movement. “Need you,” he breathed, “need you around me. Now. Please.”
 
His begging seemed to be what broke every last bit of Pidge's playful
resistance, as she hastily slipped two fingers inside herself, spreading,
tilting, crooking them to prepare herself as quickly as possible. Her moans
filled the room, accompanied by the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and
out.
 
Shiro watched her every move, his cock twitching whenever her hand grazed it.
“R-ready?”, he choked out, hands tense against her thighs.
 
“Y-yeah. I think so. Just … don't be too rough yet, okay?”
 
He buried his flesh hand in her hair and tugged her down to kiss her once
again. “Will do.”
 
And finally, finally, she lined his cock up with her entrance, sliding down on
it, reveling in the near-painful stretch sending jolts of elictricity up her
spine. Her eyes half-closed, she could still see how Shiro's fingers clawed at
the sheets, wrinkling and near tearing them in some spots. A self-satisfied
grin passed over her lips.
 
“Oh fuck,” Shiro let out, not much more than a grunt, and it was obvious that
it took all of his self-control not to buck up into her or just turn them over
and fuck her into the mattress. However, Pidge made him realize very quickly
that he wouldn't even need to do that as she seated herself fully on top of
him, his cock inside of her up to the hilt. Just as he was about to beg yet
again for her to justgo on, to just not stop, she steadied herself, hands
splayed out on his chest and started moving.
 
A second later, she stole every word right off his tongue.
 
-
When Pidge came and Shiro followed, both of them shouted a name neither of them
were expecting. In the silence of the room, the echo of Matt hung in the air
and had both Shiro and Pidge freeze in their motion.
 
Seconds after the initial shock had passed, Pidge scrambled to get away from
Shiro, from her shame, from the incredible sadness and disgust she'd find in
his features – but a hand on her wrist held her back.
 
“Pidge. Pidge, please. Look at me.”
 
Slowly, she turned her head, eyes already wet with tears and her slim shoulders
shaking and just as slowly, Shiro let go of her wrist and rested his hand on
her cheek, warm skin on skin. Pidge swallowed once, twice, tried to blink away
the tears before she looked up in Shiro's face.
 
He was smiling. It was a shaky, uncomfortable smile, but his eyes, his whole
expression, reflected understanding and undeniable love. “Can I tell you
something? About him and me?”
 
She gave a tired sigh and nodded. “Is it okay if I come back into your arms?”
 
“It always is.”
 
And then she laid down next to him, head resting on Shiro's chest, one hand on
his heart, as Shiro wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her forehead.
 
“Matt and I … were dating. If you can call it that. I already told you that, on
the flight to Kerberos, we've become best friends and I'm sorry for not being
completely honest with you. We weren't friends, we were together, in love,
whatever you want to call it. I guess you could say it was a bit like a teenage
romance – head over heels in love with each other, occasionally forgetting
everything else ...” He rubbed the back of his neck and a flush crept up his
cheeks. “We never had sex though. A spaceship with your dad on it, Pluto's moon
and a Galra cruiser aren't really the most comfortable sceneries for that.”
 
Pidge couldn't hold back a chuckle and almost went into a full-on laughing fit.
“Okay, okay, I know it's not supposed to be a funny story, but the image of you
and Matt sneaking around the spaceship trying not to get caught by dad is
hilarious.”
 
“Pidge, be serious,” Shiro only replied in a mockery of his usual, tense
leadership voice.
 
“Yes sir,” huffed Pidge, wiping a few tears from her eyes – from laughter or
relief, she could not tell. Then she sighed and her expression grew serious
again. “I … I realize now, we have something in common.” She took a deep breath
and swallowed once around the lump in her throat. “... I love Matt. In the same
way that you did. In … in the same way that I love you, Shiro.” For the second
time this day, Pidge couldn't bear to look Shiro in the eye, instead watching
his chest rise and fall with calm, deep breaths.
 
For what seemed like an eternity, Shiro fell silent. Then he bent down, kissed
Pidge's hair. “I know. I've known from the beginning. I've seen him in you and
you've seen what's left of him in me … and now we're seeing each other as
ourselves. And that is fine.”
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