a/n: heyo! this is my first t*ckle fic so please leave feedback! i was disappointed by the lack of spop t*ckling content so here i am, remedying that my heckin self. enjoy and please reblog since my blog is brand new and id like to chat w others in the community :o
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Catra and Adora were sparring, had been for a while, breathing heavy, quips and taunts quiet for once. The sounds of forearms clashing against forearms and frustrated grunts as kicks missed their marks filled the air. Neither had been able to gain the upper hand - that is, until Adora’s footing slipped on a soft bit of ground, sending Catra careening past her.
Catra, in a panic, grabbed Adora, whatever part of Adora she could reach. Her thumb dug in directly beneath Adora’s last rib, her fingers curled around her side and into her back. Adora let out a strangled squawk of surprise, instinctively throwing Catra’s arm off of her and sending her tumbling to the ground.
“Adora, what the hell?” Catra snapped. She scrambled to her feet, tail puffed up and ears flat against her head as she turned to face Adora. Adora had one arm out in front of her and the other wrapped protectively around her side, an inscrutable expression on her face. Catra’s heart skipped a beat. “Did I scratch you?”
Adora glanced down at her side, pulling her hand away. No blood. “Uhh... no. No you didn’t scratch me.” She glanced away. “Just startled me, is all,” she mumbled.
Catra frowned. “Let me check.” Her tone brook no argument. She marched up to Adora and tugged lightly at her jacket. “C’mon, let me see.”
Adora knew better than to argue. She pulled up her jacket and t-shirt, showing Catra her bare side. Catra kneeled down, squinting. She gently rubbed her thumb over Adora’s side, feeling the muscles tense under her touch. “I don’t see or feel any scratches, so why did you...”
Oh.
The memories hit her harder than fresh catnip: Adora squirming under her almost cruel fingers, laughing uncontrollably; the way Adora snorted when she laughed; the way she would always goad Adora into tickle fights when either of them were feeling down.
Catra couldn’t control the grin taking over her face as her tail swished side to side.
“Catra, no. I know what you’re thinking-“ Adora started, taking a step back.
“What am I thinking then, Adora?” Catra purred, matching Adora’s steps.
Adora was too focused on Catra’s hands slowly rising up to think about her answer. “I’m ticklish.” She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes widening. She didn’t even have time to turn around to run before Catra pounced, wrestling her to the ground.
“Took the words right outta my mouth.” Catra settled on Adora’s hips, tail already brushing against Adora’s legs and teasing a smile from her lips. She let go of Adora’s wrists and instantly dug into her sides, massaging her bottom ribs with her thumbs and vibrating her fingers into the soft skin.
“For the h-“ Adora was cut off by a snort before dissolving into bright laughter. She struggled under Catra’s expertly teasing hands, fighting to pry them from her sides. “Catrahahaha, st-stop! Nahat there!”
“Not there? But you’re smiling so big! If you insist though~” Catra spidered her fingers up Adora’s ribs, alternating digging into the soft spaces between the bones and lightly scratching the bones with her claws. Adora shrieked, snorting with every switch. “Plehehehease! D-dohohn’t!”
Catra tilted her head to the side, skittering one hand lazily over Adora’s belly, earning a wave of giggles as a reward. She leaned over so her mouth was right next to Adora’s ear. “Don’t what, Adora?”
Adora shook her head, trying to stifle her giggles. “Oho no, I’m nohot falling for thaht.”
Catra pushed her face into the crook of Adora’s neck and laughed. “Aw, you used to fall for that every time! But I guess I’m just gonna have to keep going since you didn’t tell me what not to do!” She blew tiny raspberries all over Adora’s neck and collarbone as she dug into her hips, vibrating her thumbs against the sharp bones.
Adora squealed and choked out a “NOHOHT FAHAHAIR!” before falling into silent laughter, snorts forcing their way through each time Catra hit a particularly bad spot on her hips. Catra purred against her chest before slowly coming to a stop as Adora turned red and tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes.
Catra pressed her forehead against Adora’s as the last of her giggles faded away. “I can’t believe I forgot how ticklish you are. I missed your laugh.” She placed a soft kiss on Adora’s cheek.
Adora grabbed Catra’s cheek and gently tugged her into position to kiss her lips. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you’re just as ticklish as me, my love. I’ll get you back soon.”
Catra laughed. “Yeah, right.”
Adora cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe I’ll get She-Ra to help.”
Catra flattened her ears slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”
