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Davesprite/Nepeta.

The most adorable matesprits pawssible! (Keep it to kissing and being cute, please. ;_; )

"AC stalks her pray, creeping silently through the grass, her paws padding silently in the dirt."

Davesprite tensed, then untensed because as a certified coolkid, he was always relaxed in any situation. He could swear he had heard some whispering behind him, but a nonchalant glance over his shoulder revealed nothing. He shrugged and continued on his merry way, floating just a few feet above the tall grass.

"AC's pray is pawsitively oblivious to her purresence. She lowers to the ground, swishing her tail ever so cutely."

Okay, he knew he heard whispering now. Seriously, where the fuck was it coming fro-

"HERE I COME, FEATHERBEAST! MURR-EOW!"

...really shoulda seen that one coming.

"Oof," was all the hapless sprite could utter, as his orange face was currently skidding across the dirt, giving him only new dirt braces for his attempts at speaking. He could feel his attacker's paws digging into his back, effectively pinning him and propelling him all at once.

It was only a few seconds before he ground to a halt. He heard an impish laugh, then felt something wet slide across his cheek.

"Terezi's wrong, I think you taste like-"

"I already told you, we're not discussing what I taste like," Davesprite spat out, jerking up so that his assailant rolled off his back and onto the grass, giggling. He spit out dirt and little sprigs of grass, then turned to give her a sunglass-covered glare. "I don't care if I taste like the best five-fucking-star cuisine, it's not being discussed."

"You're just trying to change the subject because I won," Nepeta taunted, sticking her tongue out at the ghost-like Strider. "That's seventeen for me and zero for you. You're kinda bad at this game, heeheehee!"

Davesprite got back to his (metaphorical) feet, dusting the front of his shirt. "I just didn't want to beat a girl. It's against the Strider way."

"And is it also the Strider way to lose seventeen times?"

"Yeah. Because we don't play games. I only purrticipate for the irony." A beat. "Participate."

"Heeheeheehee! My paw-uns are rubbing off on you!"

"You wish they were, Leijon, but the last thing I have rubbing off on me is your stupid cat puns. Plenty of your cat fur, but none of your puns. Yup, I'd say I'm purr-etty pun fur-ee he-oh damn it."

"Aww, you're purrfectly adorable, Mr. Strider!" She accentuated her declaration by rolling around in the warm sun, laughing.

He watched her for a second, then suddenly threw himself of her, pinning her arms to the ground. He allowed himself a victorious but still cool and ironic grin, while she gasped in surprise, eyes wide.

His grin slipped long enough for him to bend down and kiss her, gently. "I win."

A laugh greeted his statement, and before he could react Nepeta had flipped him and was on top of him again, kissing him a lot more forcefully than he had her.

"Nope. The cat always wins, silly featherbeast!"

"You don't watch many Saturday morning cartoons, do you?" Davesprite rolled his eyes and pulled the troll off his chest; she allowed it, snuggling into his side, careful of his wing.

"What game are we purrlaying now?" she asked, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.

"It's called "Coolkid and Catgirl Chill in the Sun" and it's the fucking best game you'll ever play in your whole life."

"Sounds purrfect to me, Dave."

"Purrfect."

[[OOC: Yeah, so I've never written for either of these guys before. I hope it didn't suck. |'D]]

<3

♥!

Anon, this was pawsibly the most adorable thing ever. I love you. ;3; ♥

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! ^^ ♥

This is hypnotic. Why can't I stop watching.

Davesprite returned to his apartment to find a troll girl spread out on his bed and a tea set scattered across the floor, cheery fat pot steaming away a fresh brew.

The thought crossed his mind that he should be surprised as he flapped there and locked gazes with Nepeta from behind his shades. He should be surprised, but this is the same girl who dragged him halfway across the station to a party by his ear. The fact that she actually followed up on another one of her ludicrous threats is just par for the interstellar course.

Still, this really was stupid and she had to go. Nepeta grinning up at him from his own bed made Davesprite incredibly uncomfortable for some reason. Entering the room proper and jerking a thumb at the door, he deadpanned "Alright, jig's up. Time to stop playing imaginary tea party and let Dave have his room back."

God, he feels like such a tool asking the person crashing his room to politely pack up and leave. By all rights he should be grabbing her by the collar and tossing her out, but there's always been something about Nepeta that's forced gentler conduct from him than normal.

His entrance had made her spring up from her horizontal position on the bed, and as he spoke she slid off it completely and began fiddling with the tea fixings. She hummed cheerfully, blissfully ignoring his directive, and poured out two cups. When she'd finished she looked up at him and grinned.

"You're lucky the tea is still hot! You were out fur ever. How many sugars do you want?"

"Three's fine - wait no, fuck." He scowled at her. This was not how things were supposed to go at all. "I won't take any, because there is no way in hell I'm going to play tea party with you. Especially not in my own room."

Nepeta returned the scowl with one of her own, irritation at her guest trumping the previous good humor. "Come on! I want to have tea with you, and you're never around anywhere but here. How. Many. Sugars."

This was the moment of truth. All he had to do was outlast her in this sullen stare-off and his dignity would remained unscathed for another day. He could do this. He was the master of flat looks, there was no way some girl in a fursuit was going to beat him -

"Like I said, three's fine." And with that he sat down on the floor in a completely dignified heap shut the hell up. The grin returned to Nepeta's face as she promptly obeyed the order, prattling on about whether he wanted milk and how she'd shanghaied a friend into helping her with the cookies.

The entire situation was easily tuned out until she sidled up next to him to hand over the mug and failed to return to her original spot. She seemed entirely unaware of the look it elicited, too busy relating the acme of some hunting story. Upon its conclusion the storyteller laid her head on his shoulder and fell silent, now absorbed in her own tea.

Unable to dredge up any past experience that could serve him well here, Davesprite allowed several moments to pass in silence. What the hell was he supposed to do, make some kind of sardonic comment on the porcelain? Deciding that he had to do something besides sit there like a feathery plush toy, he acted just as Nepeta looked up again at him from her now-finished tea.

He leaned down and kissed her.

The act seemed to rob her of the ability to speak. She simply gaped at him as her face turned an interesting shade of deep green (not that there was room for judgement; he could only image what his face looked like). He smirked, high off both the kiss and finally having the upper hand in this encounter.

"Hey, don't give me that look - you brought this on yourself. Should've known better, getting this close to the danger zone."

Not waiting to gauge her reaction to this new development, he kissed her again. This time it was slower, giving Nepeta the chance to do something besides blush. Which she did, to his great surprise; winding her arms around the back of his neck, she dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss. Before breaking apart, he swore he heard a low purr in the back of her throat.

There was an awkward pause before Nepeta giggled and beamed triumphantly at him, face still green as a street light.

"See? Aren't you glad I came over?"

She was going to lord her victory just a tiny bit more, but her line of thought was derailed by Davesprite circling his arms around her waist and pulling her closer of his own accord. The faintly amused reply came from somewhere above her head.

"I guess it wasn't such a bad idea. Your china pattern still looks like shit, though."

And as Nepeta gave a yowl in protest, he couldn't help but think that he felt...purretty happy.

Wait, fuck.

[Written to keep my mind off certain updates. YOU CAN BLAME HUSSIE FOR THIS ABOMINATION. God I haven't written fic in forever. orz]

This is better than canon because it is lovely and adorable. You are awesome and you should feel awesome for writing this.

ALSO

One of these days Nepeta and Davesprite need to have a tea party in-game Y/Y

KIDS AND FUN, MAN. Or I guess this would be animal-themed humanoids and fun. WHATEVER THANK YOU.

mfy. She knows where he lives now, there's no escape. Hope he likes earl grey and fucking adorable.

He does like earl grey and fucking adorable. Anything he says to the contrary is a lie.

It will be the most epic tea party of all time. Dave shall be their butler. Davesprite will never live it down.

You can't hide what's inside, orange Dave. She can sense your grumpy lies.

Why would he ever want to? They're just having a nice tea party with a classy butler who may or may not have been pressganged into the whole thing. Nothing wrong here.

RELEASE THE EVIL

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Ah geez what with the adorable ideas...

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[1/2 wow did i really word vomit over character count]

[2/2 i did. jesus just when i thought i could sink no lower]

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