Forever Fallen (Catra x OC She-Ra Fanfic)

30. This Might Turn Into a Hurt/Comfort Fanfiction, Catra

After having reunited with the rest of the Rebellion in the remnants of the old Horde Forward Base, Harley was treating Catra's broken nose in one of the side rooms that Harley had recognised was a storage closet back in its 'prime'. Harley had Catra's head tilted slightly forwards and held a stained cloth around the bridge of her nose.

"You ready?" Harley asked, tracing soothing circles against Catra's back as she sighed and curtly nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and waiting with abated breath.

Harley pressed her fingers into the warped bone in Catra's nose and set it back into place with a sickly snap. The cat-girl groaned and jerked away from Harley, hissing in pain and grabbing at her crimson soaked face. Harley rolled over her haunches on the foldout bed and fiddled with the cloth in her hands, watching carefully as Catra settled and perched herself back between Harley's knees.

"See? Wasn't so bad now, was it? Dunno what you were whining about..." Harley scoffed, wiping away the excess blood from her cheeks and lips.

"Hurt like a bitch still." Catra huffed, refusing to meet Harley's gaze and crossing her arms as she flared her nostrils every time the coarse fabric brushed up against them.

"Shouldn't have gotten into a fight then," Harley stated bluntly, tossing the tissue into a crate she'd nocked against the legs of the bed.

"It's not my fault that the short one hit me!" Catra growled and Harley chewed on the inside of her cheek, mulling over her words throughtfully.

"I guess you're right, I know what it's like to hear 'Horde scum!' and then immediately have to duck a punch..." She nodded, groaning as she turned onto her side and spread herself across the thin, hard mattress.

Catra plopped down beside her, her chin held up by the palm of her hand. Her turquoise and amber eyes roving over Harley keenly as a blush rose to the girl's cheeks and she smirked. She curled her arms over Harley's shoulders and pulled her close.

Harley fit snugly in Catra's grip, letting the cat-girls warmth envelop her as she let her head rest heavily on her rising and falling chest. She ghosted her fingertips over the length of Catra's bicep, slipping a leg between hers and pursing her lips as she thought.

"How are you so hairy?" Harley felt the swift, sharp movement of Catra's head whirling around to meet her and she met Catra's withering glare. She laughed, "I'm kidding...! I know why you're hairy, I'm just shocked at the sheer grand scale of the soft, fuzzy fur that lay atop your gorgeous sunkissed skin like a... Bust of Pallas Athena on a marble mantle-- Yeah, I don't know, I was just trying to think of fancy things. Nevermind. Back to cuddling"

The girl squished her face further into Catra's sternum and felt the rumble of her chuckle tremble through her like a quake. The cat-girl raked her clawed hands through Harley's raven hair and tugged at her hair tie, rending it from her hair 'carefully'.

"Harley?" Catra spoke up, hushed and the girl raised her head, lifting her eyes to meet hers, "May I kiss you?"

She smirked and rolled her eyes, slipping her hand behind Catra's neck and pressing her lips gently to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let a wave of calm rush over her and inhaled Catra's musky scent. Harley felt Catra's hands roam over the curve of her back and settle at the hem of her shirt. She tugged at the canvas fabric tucked into her pants and slipped her hands under, squeezing the warm skin at Harley's waist with cold hands as her tongue delved into Harley's mouth.

The girl let out a brief, embarrassed laugh and lurched away, the fine hairs at her hips standing on edge at the cool touch and Catra's face shifted into a concerned frown.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all! You just took me by surprise, is all..." Harley's tongue skated over her dry lips and she ducked her head, bringing her lips to Catra's again and pinning her arms either side of her head.

The cat-girl kissed her firmly back, hands skimming down Harley's sides and claws tracing lines up and down the column of her spine. Harley's knees buckled beneath her as she went weak with every stroke down her back, hips and faces compressed together in their passionate embrace.

Harley quickly pulled away again, rolling over on her haunches and panting heavy as Catra moved with her, metaphorically clawing at the cold, empty space Harley had left behind. She gaped confusedly back at her as Harley gave her a goofy smile.

"Careful now, this might turn into a hurt/comfort fanfiction, Catra" She giggled and Catra raised a brow.

"A what?" She asked and Harley rolled her eyes. "Just get your clothes off, Princess."

Harley nodded hastily, lifting her hands to her chest and teeth pinning her bottom lip as she fiddled with the buttons at her shirt.

The first two at her jugular came undone smoothly with little toil, but the third took all of fifteen seconds and left Harley resorting to trying to tear her shirt open from down the middle like they 'do in the movies'. Her cheeks went rosy as she huffed, growling at the fabric that refused to pull and her hands burned from the friction. She could feel Catra's bemused grin as the cat-girl lifted her hands to Harley's chest, laying them gently atop hers and nudging them aside before settling her fingers into the slits between the buttons.

"Allow me."

Harley's hands dropped to her sides as Catra's claws rent open her work shirt, sending buttons flying across the room and she gasped, chuckling lightly. Her sharp-tipped fingers trailed trenches down her chest and Harley's heart thumped as her nails skated over her curves before finally coming to rest on her stomach. The fireflies in her lungs dipped below her waist as her eyes landed on Catra's form beneath her.

"Wait--" Harley gasped, digging her hand into her back pocket and retrieving her phone that Entrapta had fixed and improved. "How about some music?"

"Huh?

"What about Metallica? Maybe some Megadeth or Rammstein? I feel like you'd vibe with them," Harley laughed but was met with silence. "I'm kidding, again! Billy Ocean it is."

She tapped the play button on her phone and melodic R&B singer-songwriter tunes filtered out from the speakers. Catra's ears reared at the sudden noise and she stared at Harley, confused as she placed her phone aside,

"So... Where were we?" She smirked, lowering herself down to meet Catra's lips and tug at the hem of her skintight shirt.

"Hang on, Princess," She spoke up, pushing her away and narrowing her eyes at her, "What do you think you're doing?"

Catra's hands locked onto Harley's shoulders and tried to push her to the side but Harley held strong, cocking a brow, "I'm kissing you? What? Don't you wanna bottom for me--?"

"I'm on top." She declared, voice firm and steady and Harley laughed, jabbing a finger at her chest.

"Not with those claws you're not," She chuckled, levelling Catra's glare with a self-satisfied glint in her eyes.

"I-- Yes, I am!" Catra huffed, glaring at her and shoving her to the side.

"No, you're not, only if you file down those nails!" Harley bargained, pinning Catra's back to the mattress who scoffed in dissatisfaction.

"How dare you!?" She snapped.

"Well I'm not letting you anywhere near me with those talons so either you suck it up, or we don't do this at all, Kitten." Harley scoffed.

"My claws can retract, you know!" Catra bargained, her pupils like pinpricks but Harley only glowered at her in response.

"Yeah, but what if you get excited and they come back out again?" Harley sighed, hanging her forehead and letting it rest on Catra's.

"What!? That is the stupidest--!", Catra averted her gaze, fang chewing on her lip. "Fine, but only this once!"

"Yay!"

**A/N: A short, fluffy chapter today to hold you over for the next one, hope you horny 12 year olds weren't too unhappy with the time skip after the smut scene but I'm not that comfortable with writing them so I'm not doing them. Simples. Anyway, it was short but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless and I'll see you next time!**