morethanadistraction: (laughing doesn't mean I like you)
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: (hee hee)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-30 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh-- Catra does like it.

When she looks at her, tail swishing about as she drinks in her surroundings, face alight with unguarded joy-- Adora could almost forget about everything else. When she calls for her with that laugh, Adora could forget two years of war, a lifetime of growing up in the shadows. All she can think is-- this is it. When they'd talk about taking the world for themselves once they're older, Adora never cared about helming armies, toppling cities, making her enemies bow. She wanted this: Catra happy and free, her hand in her own.

And maybe she's stupid for getting overwhelmed by those same realizations over and over again, when she's always already known, but Adora can't help it. She's smiling so hard her cheeks ache, and for a second she has to turn away, wiping stealthily at the corner of her eye.

"I mean, apparently this is some kind of magical hotspot?" Her voice wavers a bit for the first few words, dangerously close to giving her away, but Catra's thankfully too overtaken with excitement to notice. "And I brought the magic back? So maybe, y'know, some credit is due." It's hard to sound humble when her chest is swelling with pride. How could she not feel good about herself, with Catra smiling this big?

"Don't catch the fish," she chides playfully, pulling down on Catra's hand. "Let's just sit and watch them for a while."
destinybound: (light smile)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-30 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is that all you have to say? That I'm kind of awesome?" She sticks out her chin, eyes squinting in a challenge. Look-- she's allowed to ask for praise. This place is beautiful, shimmering with magic through and through, and she got them here. "Don't be so stingy, Catra."
destinybound: (oh pshaw)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora huffs, though the smirk on her lips persists. All she really wants right now is to close the distance between their mouths and taste Catra on her tongue again, but she can abstain for a moment, if it means paying Catra back.

"Alright, suit yourself," she coolly retorts, and leans back-- only to send a spray of pond water up into Catra's face with a broad flick of one arm.
Edited 2020-06-30 19:21 (UTC)
destinybound: (ehehe)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-01 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Adora answers, because she's on her elbows on the ground on top of Catra right now, chest pressed to chest and their faces are so close, and really, she can't think to do anything but agree. No matter what Catra had said.

(There's no need to keep teasing, besides. She has her.)

Her thumb reaches to brush drops of water off Catra's cute button nose, trailing into a caress across her cheek. "Can I kiss it better?"
destinybound: (forehead touch)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-01 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora lets out a stunted little hum with the initial prickle of the kiss, but lets herself sink into it, the sound melting into a sigh.

She's all pacifying and eager to please, meeting Catra's pointed bites with soft, full lips. Smothering her petulance with affection and warmth. Both her hands cup Catra's face now, to sweep the wetness away, tracing the subtle rise of her cheekbones with doting fingertips.

And when she draws back and looks down at Catra, on her back in the grass speckled with lights, motes of magic swirling in a golden glow around her-- Adora just-- just--

Her heart feels full to burst.

"You fit so well here," leaves her lips in a mumble, as she strokes idly along the contour of her cheek. "Your eyes, I mean," she adds after a beat, as if it only then occurred to her the thought has made it outside of her head.

Adora's lips curve with embarrassment, faint pink dusting her cheeks.

"It's pretty."
Edited 2020-07-01 19:12 (UTC)
destinybound: (softest baby smile)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-02 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
A wave of warmth unspools in Adora's chest at the words, flooding her heart and kicking its pace into a rabbit's thump. Catra could say it a thousand times, she thinks, and it'll never lose this effect on her. Especially with that look on Catra's face when she says it -- like she hadn't even meant to, like it caught her off-guard. It squeezes at Adora's lungs, sparks something in her belly.

"I love you," Adora breathes back, before falling into the kiss once more, taking Catra in. Her fingers slip into dark hair, softly cradling her head against the grass as she anchors her to her, lips to lips, body to body. "I love you," she repeats against her mouth, a sigh shuddering through her as if to mirror the rumble of Catra's purr. It overwhelms her, suddenly, like a swarm of butterflies beating their wings all at once-- the sense that she couldn't possibly say it enough.

"I love you, Catra."
destinybound: (hee hee)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-02 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Adora waits, curious but patient, as Catra draws a deliberate path along her arm-- and when she places her hand over her ear at last, it takes every bit of self restraint in her not to squeal. Gotta keep it together. If she's too embarrassing about it, Catra will change her mind.

(Wrestling the massive smile off her face, however, is an altogether futile task.)

"I love you," she blurts one more time, as if her brain's forgotten how to form any other words, and her fingers gently begin to knead at the base of Catra's ear.
destinybound: (rubs nape)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-02 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Adora answers with a flushed little giggle. "It's just-- it's been a bit."

It's not as though she's forgotten how to touch Catra-- she could never, those rare quiet moments in the Horde when they'd curl up together etched deep into her memory. She just... wants to be careful with her. Wants to make sure she doesn't let this precious chance go to waste.

But she presses her fingertips in more, as requested, just the way she remembers-- massaging into the base before scratching her way up, pinching the ear between her forefinger and thumb to caress the pink inner on the way down. Up and down, back and again.

Catra's rumbling like a motor engine underneath her, lashes fluttering with contentment, but Adora wants to ask anyway: "Feel good?"
destinybound: (gasp!!)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-03 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I just like hearing your voice," Adora replies, unabashed. She especially likes it as it is now: ochre-rich and low, warmed through with satisfaction.

The more open Catra is with her demands -- be it the arch of her back, the crane of her neck -- the more eagerly Adora fulfills them, greedy fingers sinking into any proffered expanse of fur. She follows the tilt of Catra's chin to stroke underneath it, run her hand along neck and collarbone too, before being summoned to Catra's unoccupied ear. She dutifully mirrors the movements of her other hand there, watching her girlfriend's head tilt this way and that, her lips parted, dark lashes aflutter.

She wants to touch her more. She wants to touch her all over. And it's incredibly difficult to banish the thought, when she had Catra in such a deliciously compromising position just twenty minutes before.

"Catra," Adora draws in a breath, then pushes all the words out on the following exhale: "Can I pet your tummy again I promise I won't tickle this time, pleeeaaase?
destinybound: (hee hee)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-03 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I won't! Honest!" Adora's smile spreads wide and earnest, eyes sparkling with excitement. Whatever she wants. Oh, oh man. This is a great night.

Kissing Catra's cheek by way of thanks, she lets her freed hand snake between their bodies, slithering towards the hem of Catra's shirt again. And as she did before, Adora worms her fingers underneath the fabric, pressing them up into fur. But she's sure to keep her touch slow and measured, this time, true to her word.

"See? Nice and gentle, right?"

She presses another kiss to Catra's cheek-- closer to the corner of her mouth, now, her other hand ceaseless in lavishing affection upon her ear.
destinybound: (pleased)

[personal profile] destinybound 2020-07-05 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Adora answers lightly, Catra's complaints rolling off her like water off a duck's back. It's hard to take them to heart, with her laid out so open and inviting in front of her. "I can do anything you'd like."

She picks up her pace a bit, touch growing bolder; a long stroke of fingers all the way up to the edge of her ribs, followed by two shorter scritches down, back to the base of her tummy. She can feel Catra's taut muscles underneath as she moves, the quiver that runs through them with her purr. It's tantalizing.

And she repeats the motion.

"You like that, kitty?"