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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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[destinybound]

"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?

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Catra's done a lot of laughing today, but this one comes low and breathy and gets replaced by a quiet noise from the top of her throat that is not at all needy when Adora's fingers stroke beneath her chin and jaw. She's not even conscious of her breathing coming faster, nor the shift of her legs or curve of her back when Adora's hand runs down her neck and across her collar. Catra's wonderings had been right, she'd been so right. She absolutely should have allowed this sooner, the her of even earlier today had been such a complete moron for holding herself back from it.

And the double-attention to her ears. That's just. That's real good, so good she can't remember that Adora's frankness about her voice was what had sparked the warm glow of laughter in her, so good she mindlessly follows the ebb and flow of Adora's hands as they move. She doesn't even try to keep her eyes open at that point, lets them flutter closed as the tickles and tingles and sparks flow through her. The only thing she does is allow her hands to mindlessly reach to knead her fingers into Adora's hair again, wanting her to take the hint for a kiss.

Adora's talking again, and one ear twitches in recognition of her voice as Catra's brain sluggishly tries to keep up. It takes a moment longer to parse it, but Catra's tongue wets her lips. She remembers it from earlier, the curl of Adora's fingers between her stomach and hip, and yeah. Yeah, Adora can pet her there.

"I don't care," is what she says; loose and low, pressing her ear into Adora's hand as her shoulders lift in a vague shrug. She cracks her eyes open enough to squint at her for a brief moment before they close again, and she nuzzles into Adora's hand in full, nipping at her palm. She'll keep this one up here, Adora can have the other one. "Do whatever you want."

But then her nose wrinkles, and her eyes squint open again; her cheeks scrunching them up into a weak glare. Adora's just promised not to do it, but Catra feels the need to reiterate after giving her free rein, enunciating as clearly as she can through her own rumbling: "I will kill you if you even think about tickling me again."

And then she will also never trust Adora with her stomach ever again, which come to think of it, probably would have been the more effective threat.

[destinybound]

"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.

[morethanadistraction]

The downgrade to single-ear petting does wonders for Catra's brainpower. She can think enough to stop Adora from moving away after that second kiss, and hold her in place long enough for Catra to turn her head to press their lips together with an approving stroke of her fingers through Adora's hair. The kiss isn't much more than a warm pressure, but it's still nice. It's just what Catra wanted, as Adora's fingers press into and disrupt her fur. It feels good, to have the softness of Adora's lips to pair with her touch. Feels right.

"Do it better," Catra complains anyway, rolling her hips down to press her stomach into Adora's hand. There's nothing wrong with it, just having Adora's hand there sends a lazy thread of heat to gather low between Catra's legs, but she's given Adora permission to do whatever. "Do you have to be so slow?"

[destinybound]

"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?"