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fun shippy fluff don't hate us 'cause you ain't us

It's been a few months since the failsafe reached the Heart, and they're finally doing something they'd always thought they'd do together: they're exploring Etheria.

They started off in the vicinity of Bright Moon and wandered from there, following maps to find towns and stopping at unmarked settlements along the way. Teaching each-other tidbits they'd picked up, learning others together. Filling in gaps in their knowledge of the world.

They're at the edge of some small village now, replenishing supplies for their trip. Or, well. Adora is replenishing supplies. Catra had been left to set up their campsite, which she did, and one playful swipe led to another and then to some tackling and rolling around, and then to a small chase, and then Melog had proudly created an illusory duplicate of themselves to get her off their tail.

So now there are two Melogs, and Catra's on all fours, her tail trailing an eager 'S' in the air as her eyes dart between them. The Melogs are in much the same position, and they mewl at her in synchronization as both their and Catra's shoulders shimmy down, ready to pounce. The campfire she was supposed to light is well and truly forgotten some distance away, the branches and tree litter strewn messily about. She's got bits of it stuck in her hair and in her fur, and even Melog's picked up a leaf or three from their playing.

That doesn't matter. What matters is choosing the right one.

Her claws twitch against the soft ground, the vibrant green grass that Adora's magic had restored a pleasant cushion against them. She breathes deep, steadies herself; and with a cry, launches at the Melog on the left.

Either she's correct or both of them were corporeal, because she connects and rolls with them in a tumble, a laugh bubbling up from her chest as Melog's tongue licks messily up her cheek. Her objection - "Ugh!" - is lost under the smoosh of their muzzle against her face as they increase their size to pin her, and their exaggerated purr rumbles right through her bones.

"Okay, okay." Catra pushes at them, grinning and with laughter in her words despite her struggling efforts. "You won, I get it! Now let me up! We have to finish before Adora gets back."

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"Before Adora gets hmm?"

Adora chooses this opportune moment to emerge from among the trees, backpack slung over one shoulder and smug grin plastered across her face. She could help Catra out from under Melog, but she opts to hunker down next to them instead, content to watch her girlfriend wrestle with her oversized feline companion.

"Sorry, I've actually been here a while. But you two looked like you were having so much fun, I didn't wanna interrupt!"

Catra's ears flick, and her face grows warm as Melog warbles happily to Adora. They're crowing about their victory like Adora can understand them, and stretching their head towards her in expectation that Adora will pat them.

"Melog started it," she defends, shoving at their bulk again. But they've become so large that trying to dislodge them is useless, and after this attempt she groans in defeat and slumps beneath them. Catra's complaining, but the fact is that there's still a bright and playful gleam in her eyes when she turns her head to look at Adora, and her tail is twitching playfully on the ground. Adora's going to find, sooner rather than later, that Melog's going to be using their considerable size to wrestle her too. It starts with demanding to be petted, and then Melog will start bearing down on her until she's just as trapped under them as Catra is right now. "Did you get everything?"

Adora is happy to provide pets per Melog's demand, even as she realizes she's well on her way to becoming their next victim. She's at least got enough time to set her bag aside before she's knocked down to the ground-- and she lets herself fall easily, laughing, feeling Melog's tongue tickle her cheek as the grass tickles her back.

"Yup," she answers with a giggle, her face scrunched up in a grin as she looks over to Catra. "Filled our water up, got some bread rolls from the village to go with that fish you caught--" She puts a hand to Melog's muzzle before they can make a move for her bag-- "not yet, Melog-- oh, plus, a nice lady gave me a map! Did you know that, um..."

Adora bites her lip, eyes glinting with a barely-restrained eagerness. It's a little late, and they've spent a long time walking today, but... "There's actually supposed to be a really nice spot not far from here. Do you wanna go check it out after dinner?"

She's not above puppy-dog eyes. Or, for that matter, a: "Pretty please?"

The shift of Melog's weight, as uncomfortable as it is (--they do not care what parts of Catra they step on as they transfer themselves onto Adora, and Catra gives an ungraceful grunt when their pseudo-paw presses her shoulder into the dirt), at least leaves Catra free to move. And though she's indignant at having been clambered over, that playful twitching of Catra's tail becomes eager sweeps across the grass as she rolls to one side to watch her girlfriend suffer Melog's affection. Adora's laugh still makes her stomach flutter pleasantly and her heart lift, even now; and Catra's coming to expect that it always will. Just the same as Adora's giggles and grin continue to urge small, sweet smiles from her -- and Catra realizes she's doing it again, that she's got that sappy soft feeling and it's probably showing all over her face, and she quickly looks away.

Melog just nuzzles Adora's face with a loud purr.

"What, this spot's not good enough?" Teasing still comes easily, but the pleading eyes when she glances back do it. As if Catra was ever going to say no anyway, even though her legs ache in protest when she stretches them and flexes her bare feet. "Fine, but I'm not carrying you back if you can't make it."

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Adora's face brightens instantly at the approval, the glimmer in her eyes bursting into a full-blown sparkle.

"I can make it! Please, I'm not even tired." Terrible time to have to stifle a yawn. Anyway. She sticks out one arm from around Melog, groping for her bag, and with some effort produces a small satchel. "Hey, I picked berries on the way! They're really good, you should try some."

She could just hand the satchel over, but instead she opts for shaking it onto her open palm, and offer her berry-filled hand up to Catra.

She's not going to stop feeling so in love any time soon, Catra really should just give in and accept the flickers of giddiness that Adora's happiness incites in her.

She boldly decides to resist them instead. Catra will not be melted by cheery laughter and bright smiles and sparkling eyes. She Will Not.

But she will reach out and pluck one of those berries from Adora's hand, holding it carefully as she inspects it with a critical eye before raising her shoulders in a tiny shrug and popping it into her mouth. Her ears perk when it bursts against her sharp teeth, spilling sweet-tart juice across her tongue.

"It's good," she agrees, shoving Melog's inquisitive muzzle away from the berries in Adora's hand as she moves beside her. Catra will not be beaten out by her companion for physical proximity to Adora, so she leans over; slipping herself between Melog's body and Adora's hand, bracing herself against the ground by Adora's far shoulder and cutting the alien off from her girlfriend. With her free hand she seizes another berry, pausing a moment with it nearby Adora's lips as if to offer it to her - and then takes it for herself instead, enjoying the satisfying break of its skin when it presses on a fang. Yeah. Definitely good berries.

Adora gasps, affronted. Rude! She had her mouth open and everything!

Cleaely, Catra doesn't know who she's messing with. Adora's the one who holds all the power here. Also, all the berries.

"Yeah, you like 'em, huh?" she asks with a narrow-eyed grin, and proceeds to shove the entire contents of her palm into her mouth. Her face pinches, because oh that's sour when you eat so many at once, but she chews bravely through it regardless. "Mm! Yup. So good."

"Hey--!" Catra's indignant objection comes too late, and though she wraps her hand around Adora's wrist in a flash she's not quick enough to prevent the disappearance of the berries.

That's not going to stop her from grabbing Adora's jaw with a growl of disbelief, squeezing her cheeks to pry her mouth open. If Catra does not get to eat those berries, then Adora does not get to just go ahead and do it without a fight.

Adora's initial response is to simply chew faster. Though, as Catra's attempts to pry her mouth open grow more persistent, she decides she'll go ahead and indulge her, sticking out her tongue to reveal the smushed-up, purple-pink mass atop it with a 'nyehh'.

If Catra wants it so badly, she can come and get it.

"Ugh!" Catra's noise and recoil of disgust are a bit hypocritical, given that she's done almost exactly this same thing to Adora before (and will doubtless do it again), but she's still going to cover Adora's mouth with her hand to hide the mush, complaining all the while. "Why are you so gross?! Just eat them normally!"

Adora laughs -- as much as the situation allows, at least -- and finally swallows, letting Catra know it's safe to remove her hand by means of licking her palm.

"Geez, Catra, I was just trying to offer you some! Didn't know you were so sensitive."

Once again, Catra's groan, grimace, and pointed rubbing of her licked hand off on Adora's face are all entirely hypocritical actions. Like Catra has never been the one to slobber all over Adora.

"I am not 'sensitive'," she protests. Melog, the traitor, warbles loudly as they object. Catra bristles, but elects to ignore them, lowering herself closer to Adora instead. Adora cannot see her own lips, which means that Catra's free to wipe away an imaginary bit of berry with her thumb; free to tilt her head, glare softening, as if she's considering going in for a kiss despite her agitation.

"Still offering?" She murmurs, pressing the pad of her thumb against the lower of Adora's lips. Melog had seriously. Seriously better not be giving her away right now.

As if there's any other way Adora could reply to that, with Catra so close, pressing her lips apart. She runs the tip of her tongue out, swiping over the pad of Catra's thumb, and a faint flush dusts her cheek as she answers: "Uh-huh."

"Great," Catra purrs, trying to not let the pleasant tingle of Adora's tongue distract her. She takes her time, brushing her thumb across that lip, before leaning in close enough to kiss her. Except she keeps her thumb there, using it as a barrier between them.

"We'll finish setting up." Is what she breathes against her own nail. Smugness wins out over everything else, her tail curling to brush against Adora's leg before Catra pushes herself back up, radiating satisfaction. "Don't take too long getting more, or we'll eat all the fish without you."

Adora spends a moment just lying there, red-faced in the grass, as she watches Catra head towards the camp without her. Then she huffs out a laugh -- at herself more than anything, for falling for it. Is she ever not going to fall for Catra?

"Okay, first of all, you're mean," she says with a flustered grin as she pushes up onto her feet, snatching her bag back up before rushing to Catra's side.

"And secondly, I saved some for you, you big silly. Here," she plants the half-full pouch in her palm. "Don't put too many in your mouth in one go. It was really sour."

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There are fewer things more satisfying in the world than getting to Adora, and it makes it much easier for Catra to stroll back to the abandoned start of the campfire, brushing the accumulated leaf litter from her fur as she goes. She almost makes it all the way there when her ears prick back, Adora's voice easy to pick up across the short distance. She braces herself to be tackled, but instead it's her hand that's grabbed; and Adora places the pouch there, and suddenly it's very, very warm out here.

Stupid. It's stupid. Adora touches her hand all the time, gives her things all the time. And it still makes Catra feel...

...Special. Every time.

She scoffs, ears flicking with embarrassment as she fights the urge to yank herself away.

"I didn't want them anyway," she lies. But she takes the pouch with her other hand, so she can turn her wrist in Adora's grasp and shift to link their fingers together. Still embarrassed, but better at dealing with it now than she was a few months ago.

"Sure you didn't," Adora hums lightly, squeezing Catra's hand in her own. She likes how her ears give her away each time, but she'll refrain from commenting, this time.

It's only a brief walk back to the campsite, and once they stop, she steps in a brisk half-circle around Catra to stand in front of her. "Hey," she whines, her purple-tinted lower lip sticking out, "how come I got 'welcome back' kisses from Melog but not you?"

That's not what Catra was expecting, though she should have.

She could be mean, she could tease. But she's still feeling that soft warmth in her chest, so in the end she steps easily in to Adora, fitting against her the way she always has. Places a hand on her waist, like she's learned she loves to. And with lidded eyes, tilts her chin to look at Adora.

"Because, genius," she drawls, hefting the bag of berries. "You crammed a bunch of these in your mouth. Remember that?"

"Well, they're not in my mouth now," Adora retorts, and sticks out her chin in petulant demand. They're close enough that it'd be no effort at all to sneak a kiss herself, but it's the principle of the matter.

She plants a hand on Catra's shoulder, urging: "Gimme kiss."

The laugh leaves Catra's lips before she can stop it, and lingers in her smile even after she cuts it off. Her tail still swishes happily as she rises onto her toes the bit needed to cover the difference in height, using her hand on Adora's waist to keep balance.

It's a kiss Adora gets, though only through technicality. Catra's lips press against the lower of Adora's only; brushing against it gently as hers part to suck on that purple stain, her teeth holding Adora's lip carefully in place so her tongue can swipe across the sweet-tart taste in languid strokes, back and forth, and press against it with teasing flexes of her tongue.

Catra does not lower back to the flats of her feet as she pulls back, licking the taste from her own lips, glints of fang slipping through. If Adora doesn't make the next move, she probably will.

"That-- that wasn't even a real kiss," Adora huffs, even though the tingling on her lips and fluttering in her chest are very much real. Her hand moves from Catra's shoulder to her nape, pulls her in properly-- lips smothering lips in full, tongue seeking tongue.

It only lasts a few moments before Melog's impatient yowl reminds them that their camp setup is still awfully lacking, and that dinner isn't going to prepare itself. Adora can't begrudge them for it-- her stomach's kinda grumbling, too. And she got her 'welcome back' kiss, finally, so she's pleased for now.

"Okay, okay. Let's get that fire going." And she plucks a stray leaf from behind Catra's ear before pulling back, lips quirked into a half-smile. "Pretty sure those berries just made me hungrier."

Melog's admonishment surprises Catra, her body going stiff for a short beat in Adora's arms before she parses the alien's message. Melog doesn't even need to eat, why are they complaining about food?

Then her stomach rumbles, Adora's mention of the berries setting it off, and okay. Maybe Melog's interruption was warranted. Catra does get rather lost in kissing Adora. Could easily spend an entire day just laying beside her, curled up in her arms and lazily enjoying the feel of her lips.

As it is, she doesn't want Adora to pull away; and Catra's arm slips around her waist to continue holding her close, a purr rumbling in her chest at Adora's smile.

"One more." Then they can do everything else.

Adora lets out a dopey, high-pitched giggle, unable to help herself. Catra's cute. She'll tease her by withholding kisses and then ask for more. While purring. How could Adora say no to that?

"One more," she agrees with an ear-to-ear grin, and cups Catra's chin to stroke underneath as she pulls her back in.

That dumb, endearing giggle and that stupid melting grin. How can Catra not purr? And how can she not tilt her chin to encourage that stroke, the vibrations in her chest growing louder as she softens into Adora's touch?

Melog warbles, loud and plaintive, and Catra pulls back from the sweet kiss with an annoyed sigh, the purr dying with it.

"We haven't forgotten the food," she complains, peering around Adora to meet Melog's unwavering gaze. They remain unconvinced, and Catra narrows her eyes at them but drops back to her heels anyway. Fine. After dinner and their walk, she's going to spend the whole night kissing Adora and Melog can just deal with sitting outside the tent and being ignored.

"Ugh, come on. They're not going to let it go." Retaking Adora's hand, she'll lead her the short distance to the would-be fire, setting the berries down to get to work. The sooner they eat, the sooner she can get Melog off her case.

Adora laughs as they break the kiss off-- it's hard to be mad at Melog when they're right, the two of them could easily go at this for ages. If they kiss too long now, they'll have dinner late, and be too tired to go on their walk, and Adora really wants to go on that walk.

So she'll be good, exercise self-control, and kiss Catra later.

Once the two of them have stopped distracting each other, setting up camp and prepping dinner is a cakewalk, and before long they're gathered around the fire, happily stuffing their faces. Or at least Adora is stuffing her face, because she's hungry, okay, and the delicate art of chewing all the way through before swallowing has eluded her since the first bite she took into non-Horde food.

"Mmf. So good." Swallowing before talking? Also eludes her. "You catch the best fish."

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