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Catra ([personal profile] morethanadistraction) wrote in [community profile] boxitup2020-06-25 11:16 pm

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."
destinybound: (huffy @ gf)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-26 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
destinybound: (forehead touch)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
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.
destinybound: (light smile)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
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."
destinybound: (lil blush!!)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra's sense of accomplishment is plain to see, and it makes Adora's chest swell with affection. "Maybe we'll do a fishing contest next time," she teases lightly. "Is it bare hands only, or can I use my sword?"

Her odds aren't great there, either way. Adora might be the stronger one between the two of them, but Catra always had her beat in terms of agility. But it could be a fun use of an afternoon just the same; Adora likes Catra's competitive grin, the spark in her eyes when she's winning.

She returns the bump to her knee before shuffling closer, shifting to rest against Catra's side. "... Yeah," she sighs around a mouthful of bread, then swallows. "Anywhere."

After a beat of pensive silence, a sudden, giddy giggle climbs up her throat. And, in an instinctive response to this new burst of energy, she playfully elbows Catra's side. "It's a pretty nice thought, huh? I'm kinda not over it. I mean, we can go all around Etheria! And then we can go to space," she stretches one arm towards the sky overhead, splattered with stars like an endless watercolor canvas. "We can do anything we want! Doesn't that make you just so-- so--"

She waves her hand around in a series of vigorous yet inarticulate gestures, still clutching the half-eaten fish on a stick between her fingers. At last, she simply slouches back against Catra, concluding with: "--You know?"
destinybound: (sheepish smile)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, of course not! I mean, obviously I've been thinking it, we've been doing this for a while, it's just-- sometimes I stop and it just catches up with me, that we're really doing this. For real-for real."

Okay, she's babbling, and it's all pretty silly, and Adora can tell from the look on Catra's face that she's going to tease. So she sticks out her tongue and knocks their shoulders together, scolding in advance: "Don't make fun of me."
destinybound: (GLARE)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"-- Catra! You have your own!"

... Which is easily within reach, yes, but who would Adora be if she didn't rise to the challenge? She tears her remaining chunk of fish off its skewer, works on chewing as she rises to her feet-- and she's not quite through when she tackles Catra for her stolen bread, shouting out the demand with her mouth still full: "Gimme that!"
destinybound: (HMPH)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm the one who got 'em! It's my bread! And you're squashing it!"

Some bits of fish fly out with Adora's retort-- okay, yes, that's disgusting-- and she finally swallows. Her grip shifts with Catra's struggles, refusing to relent, but Catra's like a little wiggly worm that kicks, and that's always made her a nightmare to pin down for long.

"Give it back before you regret it, Catra," she warns-- and because Catra so obviously won't heed that warning, she doesn't even wait before bringing one hand down to fiercely tickle Catra's side.
destinybound: (smug)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-28 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora gasps as her bread goes sailing through the air in slow-motion, and Melog leaps up to catch it in their mouth before running off. The sight of it is devastating, even drawing an anguished cry from her lips-- but far deeper ingrained than her love of baked goods are Adora's soldier instincts, and she does not let Catra's moment of vulnerability slip by.

Awful considerate of you to raise your arm like that, Catra. That's all the opening Adora needs to sink the fingers of her other hand into the soft fur of underarm, strengthening her attack twofold. And now that her bread is gone, Adora's out for blood, her fingers swift, merciless, and intimately familiar with all of Catra's weak spots.

"Wow, Catra! Left yourself wide open. Such a bold strategy. How's that working out for you?"
destinybound: (smug)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-29 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, Catra, will it bring back my bread?"

She shouldn't push her luck, Adora knows. But Catra is nothing short of irresistible like this, laughing and squirming and wholly her own. (And she really did want that bread -- though it pales in comparison with each passing moment.)

It's just not a fair request to make of her. How is she supposed to pull her hands away, when Catra's writhing has dragged up her shirt to expose the fluff of her tummy? How can she not slip her fingers right there, rake them greedily through soft fur and quivering flesh?

--But she's not heartless. She'll offer Catra a way out, see. "Say please."
destinybound: (uncertain smile)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-29 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
Adora lets out a little harrumph, as if she truly expected Catra to yield. Catra's never done anything without a fight. and in this moment, at least, Adora's perfectly content with that. She loves her flushed face, her bitten-back giggles -- how hard she's trying, and how hard she's failing, to keep it together throughout all this.

And her hand's upward path may be blocked, but Adora still has free rein to roam across her favorite stretch of fur, right between Catra's lower stomach and hipbone. She can feel her heart pound with exhilaration as her fingers curl and tease, and she leans down, cooing sweetly: "Are you suuure?"

Adora bends her neck, lower, closer, until her lips are mere inches from Catra's ear. "You only need to say it once, Catra."

And she blows a puff of warm air right into it, for good measure.
destinybound: (sheepish smile)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-29 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora's instincts kick in just in time for her to block Catra's lunge with her forearm-- which only succeeds in getting those fangs sunk there instead of her shoulder.

"Gah!"

She closes her eyes against the burst of pain, grits her teeth, then exhales slowly as the initial sting subsides. The attack's achieved its purpose; her hands on Catra have stilled, and Adora holds her unbitten one up too, in a sign of resignation.

"Okay, okay, I earned that one," Adora's smile curls lopsided with the admission, cheeks flushed with self-conscious and leftover adrenaline. She slides her weight off Catra, now offering that raised hand for her to take as she straightens. "Sorry. You okay?"
destinybound: (I LOVE MY GF!!!!!)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-29 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora goes down with a yelp, back thudding against the ground. "Catra," she groans, leveling her with a hard glare -- but Catra meets it with that glint to her eye that always makes Adora's stomach flutter, and any further protests die on her tongue. Her body sinks into the grass, yielding.

Adora swallows, then licks her lips-- her mouth is dry but her throat is wet, and a warmth spreads steadily up from her neckline as she takes the sight of Catra in. She's sure the vengeance she's about to set upon her will be nothing short of diabolical, and she'll be begging forgiveness before long. Truly, Adora's in no position to be mooning over her girlfriend right now. But that doesn't change the fact Catra's pretty, breathing ragged, face flushed. Or that her shirt's still riding up, drawing Adora's eyes like a magnet. Or--

Adora's look of silent awe crumbles with a sudden giggle-snort, and the electricity in the air cuts short.

"Sorry, it's just-- you've got leaves in your fur-- let me get that for you." She reaches with one hand, to pluck swiftly at Catra's arm before patting down the bared corner of her stomach. All that rolling in the grass had gotten all sorts of nature-dirt stuck to her, and we can't have that. Just give her a moment...

"Okay, you're good," she announces after a moment, smoothing down the hem of Catra's shirt. "Go on."

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