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Who: Tavros and Nepeta
Where: Their hive!
When: Sunday during the lust curse
Style: Prose
Status: Closed
Warnings: Do not read this if your name is Equius

Nepeta's eyes crack open as she yawns and shifts over on the plushie pile she and Tavros have taken to sleeping on more often than not, her favourite pjs twisted about from rolling around in her sleep.

She shifts over to Tavros' side of the pile until she's close enough that she can use her matesprit's tummy as a pillow, and with a giggle she rubs her face against it in hopes that he'll wake up and pet her hair for her the way he does sometimes, or cuddle her, or anything really as long as she has him touching her. Snuggle times with Tavros are always undoubtedly the best.

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Tavros hums softly as he just barely starts waking up, a hand drifting down to brush through the wild mess Nepeta calls hair. The nuzzling helps though, and he chuckles as she unknowingly tickles his bare belly. He yawns and arches his back, the spot where his metal half connects to his flesh half aches sometimes in the mornings.

Not badly though. Not enough to keep him from trying to pull her up and closer.

Closer is good! Closer is very good, and she smiles happily to hear him chuckling, rubbing her head against his hand as she crawls up to peck a kiss to his cheek, her arms going around his chest. "Good morning!! Did you sleep well?" He probably did. Up until she decided that cuddles were an urgent priority and woke him up.

"Mmhmm~" His ability to sleep outside of sopor has gotten a lot easier, especially having her so close every day. He leans more into the kiss and nuzzles as best he can with his horns pinning him when he turns his head too far. Tavros steals a little kiss himself, smiling a silly little sleepy smile.

Hmm, this isn't the best position for kissing, is it? Nepeta can fix that, though! She rolls onto his chest, laughing, and then leans in to kiss him again, rubbing their noses together and gently touching his lips with the tip of her tongue as she kisses him, humming happily to herself.

Tav grins when she ends up on top of him and he curls his arms around her and gently runs his hands up her back, more than happy to lay here kissing her all evening long. He nips playfully at her lower lip then kisses the same spot, relaxing back into the fluff of their pile.

A needy little whine escapes her when Tavros nips at her lip, and she's really not quite sure why simple kissing feels even more intense than usual right now. But she's not complaining about it cause it feels good and it's Tavros, which makes it all okay. Which makes it more than okay, really, and by the time he leans back into that soft cushy pile of theirs she's climbing all over him, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him a bit more passionately than before. She loves being with him so much.

It's hard to say how or why, but he feel more in control of himself and his thoughts today. Make-outs sometimes have a habit of making him feel nervous about his body, and that can be distracting. Right now he had a hold on all that, keeping that fear and subsequent frustrations under restraint. Tavros runs his hands up into her hair, letting the kiss deepen without any worry or hesitation.

It's good to feel that he's enjoying it too, to feel him being calmly confident in the way he's holding her and kissing back - she always tends to cut short their making out if she senses it's making him anxious, and to turn into into simple cuddling instead. Not this time though, and it leaves her feeling content enough to melt happily into the kiss, gently and carefully exploring his mouth. He's so warm.

It doesn't always make him anxious, but he seems more content than usual even for his least anxious moments. He's not physically able to have the reactions that would normally distract a boy his age, but he doesn't seem to mind that at the moment, content to be able to kiss and touch and hold the beautiful girl in his lap. He's still so very young in a lot of way, but he knows he loves and and would do anything for her, and that's all that matters.

Nepeta finally breaks the kiss so that she can smile down at him, giggling as she rubs their noses together again and strokes his fluffy mohawk, looking incredibly happy. "I love you!" she declares as she presses their foreheads together and cuddles him.

"I love you, too." He smiles and winds his arms more firmly around her. It's one of the few things he can say without tripping up on the words. Hoe he feels for her is something he's actually very confident about. Maybe the only thing.

"So red for you..." He murmurs softly, tilting his head so he can kiss the tip of her nose.

Hearing him say that has her making soft happy squealing sounds, similar to her enthusiasm over her shipping wall but happier and more personal somehow, just overwhelmed with content red feelings for him.

"You're the best, Tavros. The very very best and mine!" She clings, burrowing her face against his neck and kissing him there. "Got youuu."

"Well, I don't know a-bout the best.." He chuckles happily, still sleepy but more with it now. "But I am... definitely your.?"

"You are!" she insists, hands sliding up and down his back slowly as she peeks back up at him with a determined look. "Both of those things, yup yup! Definitely!"

He arches into her hands and gives her a lazy smile, his own resting at her waist. "So, if I'm the best then, uh... you're the bestest." That is totally how this works.

"Nooo!" She wriggles in his grasp, giggling. "You are!" Her hands cover his as she sits up and tries to drag him along, the pile shifting under them. Plushies are not the most secure of surfaces.

Especially not when your lower half is made of metal and slips a lot more easily against soft fabrics. He sits up with her, fumbling to keep balance. "Why moving..?"

For her to slip her legs around his waist! And her arms around his neck as she beams and keeps on nuzzling on him. "It's comfier like this!" she assures him, a faint green blush in her cheeks.

He nips playfully at her neck then kisses the spot, letting her cling and nuzzle all she wants. He's still sleepy but thats okay. He would have needed to get himself up soon anyway.

Nepeta practically squeaks at that, her face going an even darker green than before. Her fingers comb through his hair and she makes tiny little noises in her throat as she goes back to kissing him, her legs tightening around him by instinct. She's not even consciously thinking of what she's doing, just going with the flow of what feels good. And right now, a whole lot of things are feeling very good.

Oh. Well.

She seems to like that?

So he's going to try that again, nipping at her neck and at the curve of her shoulder, kissing each spot then kissing her properly again. It's not like they haven't made out before. Plenty of times! He just doesn't have the instincts on his end to notice when things were progressing a bit further than normal.

Seems to like it is an understatement.

When Tavros does it again she practically flails in his arms, making a sound that's half-moan and half-laughter, but definitely all excitement; it'll take him a moment to manage to catch her lips again but when he does she doesn't hesitate to pull him closer and let him have her mouth. Even he should be able to notice the difference in the way she's pressing herself up against him now.

This is where his nerves would usually start getting the best of him, where he'd worry too much about making a fool of himself or doing something stupid that would make her upset. This time h's able to keep control of that, move past that so he can focus on what she wants instead. It's what he wants too, because this sort of intimacy could only be all for her, at least thats what he thinks.

He licks against her lower lip, mimicking what she's done to him countless times over.

Nepeta whines a little deep in her throat when his tongue touches her lips, all her flailing turning to her wriggling about on top of him instead. There's something a bit desperate in the way she's clinging to him, her face badly flushed. She's always been easily excited, and apparently that translates to when they're doing this as well.

She kisses him, again, and again, their noses bumping together, her fingers sneaking up beneath his shirt to touch his stomach if he'll let her.

He doesn't even know what she's doing until her fingers sneak past the ring of scars around his waist. When she hits sensitive flesh he jumps slightly, but smiles against her lips. His skin twitches under her fingers, but nothing he doesn't makes him seem at all uncomfortable with it.

Kitty gets what kitty wants, and he legs her take the lead.

Seeing Tavros seem okay with it makes her bolder, slowly running her hands up the smooth skin of his stomach and chest, laughing faintly to herself in between kisses. This is new, unexplored territory for them, and it's exciting and a tiny bit scary but Nepeta finds that she simply really wants to be doing this just now. She's careful of her nails, not wanting to scratch him, and bends her head to kiss at his neck again

Nerves are still there, but they're making everything seem more vibrant somehow. Nepeta is his matesprit and he loves her dearly. It seems absolutely ridiculous to want to run and hide from it. So maybe he can't do certain things properly, there have to be things he can do for her right?

Even without the same rush of hormones, he still greatly enjoyed being touched and kissed. It made him feel loved and wanted and needed in ways he never thought he would. It was enough, more than enough. He leans his head to the side, one hand sliding up into her hair to rub at her scalp.

"Eee!" she squeaks out as he rubs at her scalp, nuzzling her head furiously into his hand. She always liked having her head petted but right now Tavros's hand stroking through her hair is making that burning-up flushed feeling inside of her flare up even more.

It's both encouraging and very happy-making for Nepeta to see her matesprit apparently enjoying himself so much. With one hand still pawing at his chest and her lips nuzzling at his jaw, she takes his free hand in hers to try and get him to slide it up beneath her shirt as well.

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