Nursed back to health ( shipping )

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Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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[ Adora titters at the question, in spite of herself; and she actually takes a long moment to backtrack in her mind the last few months, hunting for an example, before clicking her tongue in defeat. A sound Catra is sure to relish in, and suddenly her cheeks feel hotter than they already are. ] Uh, yeah. I'm taking one right now.

[ It's a lame attempt at riposte, and Adora doesn't think twice about pursing her lips into a hard-lined pout because she knows Catra can't see it, while a small knot starts to coil in the pit of her stomach. It's not like Adora isn't keen on the idea of spending more of her time like this, enraptured in Catra's presence and touch and her love, happy to let time slip away between them and reality to the wayside; but it's much too hard to not see it as turning her back on everything else. It's silly, Adora knows, to think her time is of most value when being put to some kind of servitude; that's not the life Mara had wished to bequeath her, nor is it the one she's promised to Catra. It's hard, undoing years of conditioning, and it's something they're both still learning. ]


Let me have that. [ -- her hand moves again, completely off of Catra this time and palm open, gesturing vaguely at the washcloth.]

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[Of course Catra laughs at her, because it's funny. And it's the kind of laugh that she almost chokes on in disbelief when Adora claims that right now is a break.

Then Adora demands the cloth, and Catra immediately jerks it away to hold it at arms-length away from her.]

No way. [Nevermind that she's sick, Catra still can't pass up a chance to rile her.] This is mine. Go get your own if you want one.

[Does it matter that it came from Adora's stash of bathing supplies that are stored within Adora's room? Not at all. It's in Catra's hand, Catra's using it, that makes it Catra's.]

[runicsword]

[ Oh, so now Catra's okay with her getting up to leave, all because she'd rather play a game of finder's keepers? Figures. Adora isn't really surprised by the turn of behavior (typical Catra), but it doesn't stop her from drawling out a childish whine anyway. ]

Catra, you said you wanted to take care of me. [ Adora pulls up her with torso, renouncing her resting place against Catra, and twists it enough so that she is finally, finally looking at her the next time she speaks. ] So hand it over.

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[Catra's tail finally whips out of Adora's lap, but only to snake in playful patterns on the floor as Adora turns and - she looks so unwell that it almost makes Catra feel bad.]

You look terrible. [Not bad enough to stop, though. And that's still a 'no' on the cloth. Catra doesn't even bother moving it any further away; just lounges back, resting her weight on her free hand, and holding it out behind her. In this state, she's confident she can fend Adora off with as much as a particularly light breeze. Which is good, because wrestling right next to this built-in waterfall is not particularly high on Catra's list of Smart Things To Do.] What do you want it for anyway? You said I could do it.

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[ Any other time, she'd have shoved Catra by now, like when they were cadets roughhousing in the locker room (or the corridors or barracks or any space they happened to share -- always an excuse to touch, touch, touch), but in her enervated state Adora settles for a glowered stare and only hopes it carries the same amount of impact. Catra could really be a brat, sometimes; and Adora finds it endearing, sometimes. When she isn't preoccupied with a hot nausea that's starting to swirl at her core. ]

It's my stomach. [ Adora yields, because there's no point in arguing when she feels this way, and not when Catra is wanting to help. Though her ornery mannerisms may signal otherwise, Adora can say with great certainty that Catra's devotion is the most ferocious she's ever known. And her she rubs at her bare stomach wearily, a tell for where she'd planned on placing the cloth had Catra uncommitted to it. ] I wanted to put it there.

[ Adora doesn't know why she suddenly feels embarrassed, turning back around before Catra can catch the flicker of it in her eyes. It'd be so much easier if Catra would just offer her the chivalry of tending one thing to herself, like she's used to. ]

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[Oh.

Catra's eyes follow the movement of Adora's hand, and there is a pause that lingers for just. The slightest moment too long, as she tracks the press of Adora's palm against her abdomen.

--She is sick, Catra reminds herself. Adora is probably about to, like, hurl her guts up or something; and here Catra is just staring at her.

The water is blessedly cool when Catra dips the cloth again, and she takes a moment longer to do it just because she needs the time to recollect herself. It's not like she hasn't looked at Adora before, and it's not like she's not allowed to. (--It hasn't been a thing that's been discussed, but Catra's never had any compunctions about taking liberties.) It's not even like they don't know what the other is about; like Adora doesn't know how much Catra loves to touch, flirt, fluster her.

It's more just. Adora is sick, and that makes this just the absolute worst time to go getting tangled up in an attraction that was a lot easier to ignore before she knew her feelings were reciprocated.]

Here. [She holds out the freshly wrung cloth, looking away like that might negate the flush on her cheeks.] The food'll be here soon anyway. [And she'll need to get it from the door, so. You know. --It makes sense to let Adora take over for now.]