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Who: Nepeta and Tavros
When: Backdated to late during the Gain and Loss curse
Where: Hive de Leijon & Nitram
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Her hive here has become a little sanctuary for Nepeta, as warm and comforting and safe as her cave back on Alternia ever was. Not the least reason for it is her dear, sweet matesprit sharing it with her, getting to do so many things with him, both of them not only tolerating the other's hobbies but encouraging them and gladly taking part. It was good being so close to someone she got along with so very well and whose tastes were so similar to her own, and as she scribbles the outline to a new drawing over a freshly painted wall in their living block, she feels certain that he's going to like the adventurous painting she's thought up this time.

Snap!

There goes the pencil. This new strength of hers is hard to control, and she knows it's not anywhere near Equius'! This event has given her a whole new appreciation for the level of control her moirail has to exert at all times.

Well. At least she can be certain her matesprit will like her painting if she ever manages to finish it.

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Tavros wasn't any good with being sneaky, even when he wanted to be. Robot legs, even these new ones, still had a tendency to make more noise than necessary, and with Nepeta's instincts he'd be out of luck anyway. So he didn't try all that hard to be quiet, coming up behind her and tugging her back against his chest in a firm embrace. She was the source of all things good in his life, and paradoxically the reason for a lot of worry.

It wasn't her fault at all, mostly his really. They were getting older and most if not all of their friends who are in long term relationships have taken it to different levels. Well, he didn't know if it was all of them, but he assumed so. It was normal and natural and something he wasn't even capable of anymore. Which he thought he had every right to stress about.

He felt left out, and she probably would do eventually, if she didn't already.

They had attempted something once, but it was the bubble's fault and they hadn't done anything like that since. They'd barely even talked about it. He'd just... hadn't had the courage to bring it up until now.

Tavros tucked Nepeta's smaller frame up against his chest and leaned in to press a kiss to her neck, smiling into her hair. "Hey."

No, it was quite true, Tavros couldn't be sneaky if he wanted to, and so sneakiness remains more Nepeta's domain. But that's fine, because she likes knowing where her matesprit is - all the better to regularly hug him and glomp him and remind him how awesome he is.

She giggles when he catches her up and hugs her, rubbing her head backwards against his chest. "Tavros! Hi, hi!" He is warm and absolutely the cuddliest and she makes a pleased little squeak as a kiss is placed against her neck, wriggling about a bit. Careful there, she's sensitive!

"Look, I'm making us a new painting!"

Being a lower bloodcaste than her helped with the being a constant, snuggley warm temperature for her to cuddle up to. It may be the one good thing that's come of being the color he is.

He knows full well that's a sensitive spot, which is why he chose it. "Oh?" Another kiss. "Of what?"

Then another, this time right behind her ear and he let it linger there for a bit.

Nepeta would argue that it's certainly not the only good thing about it! He has his awesome communing powers because of it too, doesn't he? But the extra warmth definitely is a well-appreciated bonus. Goodness knows she hardly ever can stop herself from snuggling up to him when he's close by.

She squeaks in surprise at the extra kisses, wriggling about in his arms and then giggling loudly. "It's going to be one of our rawrpurrlaying adventures! Look, you're going to be Pupa Pan, right over there!"

"Will Tigerbeetle be there too?"

Tavros grins at her wriggling and adds a few, gentle nips in too, clearly not about to let her go long enough to continue her painting. He isn't about to force anything, but new found confidence obtained or not he isn't sure how to actually procede from here.

"Wanna talk to you about something."

"Of course! Tigerbeetle and Pupa Pan always go places together! That way they can get each other out of trouble."

She laughs again and finally turns around in his arms, planting a kiss on his nose - she can tell when painting wouldn't be happening! She's perfectly happy to just be spending time with him instead though. Time with Tavros is always wonderful.

"Okay! What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, uh..."

Okay, so having confidence doesn't make this a not awkward question. Good to know. He wraps his arms around her middle and pulls her up against his chest, face flushed and smiling like a toothy goofball.

"I was wondering maybe.. for a while now, actually, if you would like to do... stuff. Like we did that one time. Matesprit stuff. I mean... intimate... matesprit stuff."

Nepeta is so caught up in admiring how handsome and cute her matesprit is, with his face flushed that adorable brown and that big wide smile that makes her want to nuzzle his face forever, that she hardly realizes just what it is that he's asking her.

And when she does, he's not the only one blushing any more.

"Like that time?" she asks with wide - yet certainly interested - eyes, her arms holding on to him a bit tighter. "You'd like to do that? Really?" Nepeta is, for the most part, more than happy with the cuddles and hugs he lavishes on her, and since he'd seemed to find the topic a bit awkward after that time had happened, she hadn't minded letting it drop.

But it doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it quite a bit.

She's so adorable when she blushes green.

"Yes. That time, is exactly what I mean, and am referencing right now." Tavros hugs her closer when she grips him tighter, and drops a quick kiss to her forehead. Given the state of his body, it's no wonder the topic makes him feel awkward, but he's trying to change that.

"I just don't want us to have to be left out of doing things like that, just because I don't have the right parts anymore. There are things we can do together, that are supposed to be just as fun."

"I thought purrhaps you didn't feel comfortable doing more things like that, after how it happened during the curse..." It had been a bit awkward, but that much she'd expected - it was more the lack of talking about it that had left her rather unsure just how Tavros really felt about the whole thing.

"Spending time with you always is fun, though! Really! Just having you close by is the bestest time in the world to me." She smiles at him, a great, affectionate, toothy grin before she leans up and kisses his mouth. "But if you really want to try other things too..." Her interested, impish little look says it all. She'd most certainly be happy to.

"And I thought, you hadn't really wanted to do that, but was made to by the curse and felt bad after." And truthfully he really wasn't comfortable after that. It'd been forced rather than let happen naturally, which was what he was finally trying to fix now that he had the nerve to bring it up.

Tavros smiles back at her, but then it turns a bit mischievous and he bends down to pick her up and tuck her in close to him so her legs could wrap around his waist. He kisses her like that, balance thrown off for a moment and he stumbles back a step before finally moving forward.

"Oh, no, I did! I really did. ...I think purrhaps I was feeling a little bit awkward about how much I did, and not because of the curse. I just love you so very very much..." she bops their noses together. "...and I want to do absolutely everything with you, mmhmm!"

She goes back to giggling after she says it - it's a relief to finally tell him, really! Even if her face is greener than ever now due to an unusual burst of shyness. Seeing him so very confident and self-assured is quite swoon inducing to his matesprit.

Especially when it suddenly makes him take such a forward step, and she finds herself lifted up in the air with her arms clinging about his neck, trying not to flail so as not to make it even harder for him to regain his balance. Just as he'd expected she wraps her legs around him, clinging close, and she'd be laughing happily again if only her mouth hadn't been claimed for a kiss.

She is not complaining. She's not complaining at all.