(Request: I SEE YOU WANT FLUFF FOR LOTOR. LOTOR IS MY BOI SO IM HERE TO BACK YOU UP. 224. “Your pout may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” and 115. “Your bedhead is really cute.”~ if i may request. i kinda am on your blog a bunch : P)
115. “Your bedhead is really cute.”
224. “Your pout may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
You really hated alarms going off while you were sleeping. It made you 10x angrier at whatever enemy of the week decided to challenge Prince Lotor and his Generals, including you. All you wanted was a decent night’s rest for once. But no, you couldn’t even get that. The alarms pierced your sleep, jolting you up out of bed, making you grab for your weapon. You didn’t have any time to get your armor on, so you were stuck in shorts and a long t-shirt, along with no shoes. You fling your door open and activate your sword, jogging down the corridor to the main control room of Lotor’s ship. Wow, it must’ve been really late into your sleep cycle, because every light in the ship was off, and they only went off in the dead of the night. You were the third of the Generals to make it to the control room. You skidded through the door, panting.
“What’s going on??!” You exclaim, clutching the stitch in your side. You hear another pair of footsteps behind you but don’t turn around, knowing that it had to be either Lotor or Zethrid, as Axca and Ezor were already present. Ezor looked a bit embarrassed.
“I’m sorry guys! I was just doing some tests on the defense barriers before I went to sleep and I accidentally signaled the alarm system somehow.” You sigh, leaning onto the control panel in relief.
“Don’t worry about it, Ezor. Just test the system in the morning, please.” Lotor says from behind you, sounding even sleepier than you were. Everyone returns to bed without another word, you trudging slowly behind Lotor, rubbing your bleary eyes. You notice something funny though. He was wearing his armor, but it hadn’t been done correctly at all, and he didn’t have his weapon in hand. That wasn’t the best part though, the best part was his hair. It was pulled up into a very messy bun, with pieces falling out everywhere. Not only that, but it was frizzy and a bit tangled. You snicker quietly, hoping he couldn’t hear you. He could, and stopped, turning around.
“Hmm?” Lotor asks, thinking you’d said something. You shake your head.
“Nothing, it’s just, your bedhead is really cute.” You giggle, watching the Prince’s face turn red. You teasingly flirted with him all of the time. It was fun to do, and you actually did have a little thing for him.
“I didn’t have time to fix my hair.” Lotor huffs, a small pout forming on his lips.
“I take that back, your pout may just be cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
“I beg to differ after seeing yours.” The Prince smirks, turning and continuing his walk. Your eyes widen for a moment before you catch up with his large strides, following along side him.
“You’re such a flirt.”
“As are you. I’m just curious as to if you mean anything by it.” You contemplate how to respond. You decide upon gesturing for him to lean down because he was so tall. Lotor assumed you were just going to tell him something, but nope. The second he leaned down to your height, you grabbed his chin, pulling him into a soft kiss. Lotor’s eyes widened before he melted into into, reaching down and lifting you up from underneath your thighs, pressing you into the corridor wall. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist, your arms moving up to thread around his neck. He was kissing you back so intensely that you thought you were going to die from lack of oxygen. Thankfully (even though you didn’t ever want to stop kissing the man) he pulls away, allowing you a few moments to breathe.
“Does that answer your question?” You grin, playing with a strand of his currently messy hair. Lotor nods happily, leaning back down and capturing your lips into another kiss, the lack of sleep thanks to the false drill totally forgotten.
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