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Mela looked out into the noisy room, packed with people all celebrating Rocy's return. It had felt like forever, and everyone was keen to catch up and hear the thrilling tales of her time out in the world. Mela smiled as the lynx was crowded by children, excitedly tugging at her loincloth or hanging from her arms as she regaled them. They were too young to have known her from before, but were nonetheless wide-eyed with wonder. They had heard so many stories, and now the myth towered over them in the flesh.

They all seemed faceless and shadowy to Mela, though, all but Rocy. But it didn't matter to her. The tiger still smiled as she watched her friend laugh and boast for the crowd, content as she was to show off her strength and physique. Their eyes met a moment, and Mela felt an old fire reignite in her heart, one she thought long-since cold. She gave in to the fire's urging, nodding her head to the back of the room.

Meet me.

_ _ Mela effortlessly wove her way through the sea of shadows, ducking into an empty room and leaving the door ajar behind her. It was only a moment before it gently swung back open, a curious lynx poking her head in. Mela grinned, the swish of her tail measured and deliberate. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and cracked the knuckles on each hand.

Rocy closed the door behind her, head high as she shot her friend a look of defiance. She straightened, squared, and cracked in kind. Mela put one foot behind her, and raised her arms up with fingers splayed; an invitation to grapple. Defiance mixed with delight as a wide smile spread across Rocy's face. She stepped forward, assuming the same stance and locking fingers with the tiger as they braced against one another.

“Still think you're top cat, huh?"

“I always was."

“We'll see how you feel after this."

“The same way I've always felt."

“Yeah? Show me what you- MMPH!"

Rocy had no time to react as Mela spread their arms apart, kissing her open-mouth as the two came together. Mela felt the sharp intake of breath as the lynx tensed up, frozen in place and caught completely off guard. Her eyes closed, she imagined the wide-eyed shock on Rocy's face. It felt like forever before she pulled away, reluctant to surrender this once-sought moment as she felt Rocy relax. Opening her eyes, she grinned and stifled a laugh, seeing her old friend in the rarest of states; speechless. The smile waned, fading into a warm look and a gentle gaze.

“I missed you."

“You…?" Rocy's mouth hung open, her eyes flicking back and forth, never away from the tiger's face, but never landing on her eyes either. Mela could see the gears whirring into overdrive. She imagined every interaction the two had ever had, running backwards through the lynx's mind, one by one. From only a moment ago, all the way to their youngest days. Behind those eyes, Mela could see as a lifetime of pieces finally fell neatly into place. The frantic searching stopped, and Rocy's eyes finally met Mela's, her ears flattening as a look of regret weathered her features. “I… I never… I didn't…"

“It always did take you a while to get into my head." Mela gave her a kind smile. “But that always was when it went from fun," she tucked their arms together, elbow to elbow, “to interesting." Rocy offered no resistance as Mela pressed their still interlocked hands against her shoulders, pushing her back until she bumped the wall with a soft thud. Mela pinned the lynx with her hips and raised their hands overhead, holding them against the wall. Her friend fully at her mercy, the tiger brought her face in close. Their noses so infuriatingly close to touching, Rocy hesitated.

“W-wait…"

“Stop me."

“………No."

Mela tilted her head as she bridged that final distance between them, pressing their lips together for another long, open kiss. This time Rocy was ready, keeping pace with the tiger's passion. They reveled in the taste of each other, exploring all they could. Mela slid her hands down Rocy's arms, along her sides, and down to her waist. Rocy brought her hands down, holding onto Mela's shoulders as a purr began to rumble deep in her throat.

Mela pressed the lynx harder and harder, spurred by her moaning into the kiss. She broke away, letting them both catch their breath as she moved lower. She was in control, and showed it by nipping firmly at Rocy's neck between every few kisses. A rumble grew in her throat as well, but if it was a purr or growl she wasn't sure. Her hands began to wander again, stroking up the lynx's sides toward her chest. The simple top allowed her fingers to slip under with ease, and Mela gladly filled her hands. With just the tip of her finger, she teased a nipple, eliciting a gasp. The sound made her smile. She drew little circles on and around it with her finger, feeling it stiffen.

The tiger gradually kissed her way down to the work her hands were doing. As she got closer, she spared a hand to undo Rocy's top, dropping it to the floor and leaving her chest fully accessible. Mela took her time, holding Rocy's breast firmly as she kissed all around the nipple, still teasing the first with a finger and thumb now. She then planted one right in the middle, gently sucking as she pulled away, and earning her another wonderful gasp. She did this a few more times, holding the lynx's gaze all the while.

And then abruptly, she stopped, dropping to a knee.

“H-hey…" Rocy was breathless, looking down with pleading eyes. The lynx was left to feel the chill of the open air, cooling the saliva on her body. Mela looked back up at her with a mischievous grin.

“You want to be top cat?" Mela grabbed one of Rocy's legs, throwing it over her shoulder and bracing it with both hands. “You can be top cat." Her back against the wall, Rocy slid upward as Mela lifted her off the floor.

“Woah!" She instinctively threw her arms against the wall, and her free-hanging leg over Mela's other shoulder, locking her ankles together.

“So you've done this." Mela teased her with a grin, knowing she hadn't. “Then you should know what comes next..."

“W-what?"

Mela ignored her with a smile, hooking her arms around Rocy's thighs, then slowly drawing her long loincloth up between her legs, a few inches at a time. Nearing the end, she tossed it all to one side.

“Still enjoy the breeze, I see."

“Wait… you didn't say…"

“Oh I'm sorry, what was the question?"

“What comes next?"

“You."

Mela wedged her face between Rocy's thighs. She rooted deeper and deeper, coaxing out the loudest gasp yet, as her nose pressed against warm folds of flesh. Everything went dark as Mela felt her head squeezed by legs and grabbed by hands. Her tongue found a single, brief taste of sweetness before the darkness overwhelmed her, a cold and suffocating void of nothing.

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Mela woke with a gasp to complete darkness, and her breath blowing back into her face. Extricating herself with a few annoyed grunts, she found her head had been bound up loosely in her pillow beneath the covers. Throwing off both as she sat up, she tightly shut her eyes against the sting of cool air.

She sighed and groaned in irritation as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, combing her fingers through her messy hair. The dream lingered in her thoughts, playing back in her mind, fragmented and ephemeral. The sensations echoed through her body. And the taste, gods above the taste…

“No." She chided herself. “Bad." Those feelings weren't right. Not for her. Not anymore. Not for a long time. That was a one-way road; a dead-end to heartache.

She blinked the sleep and sting from her eyes, looking around the room. Even outside it was still quite dark, likely too early for her to be awake. She got up, walking over to the open window and resting her arms on the sill as she looked out. Sure enough, not even a hint of the sun on the horizon.

She spared a thought for the real Rocy. There had been so much talk of her lately. Her first birthday since being pseudo-exiled was coming up, and some people were feeling her absence quite sharply. Mela was not the exception she had expected herself to be, it turned out. Not in the way she expected, at least.

She took a deep breath of cool air, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds of night. She tried to shake it all from her head. Conjuring a small flame in her hand, she made her way to the bathroom, where she found herself staring at her own face in the mirror. She frowned at her reflection.

“You promised not to hurt me anymore." She reminded it with a pointed finger. “You have someone_." She stared herself down for a moment, then a thought clicked in her mind. “Yeah…," she said, “_you do."

She wandered back to bed, her side a mess from the misadventure. On his side, Niv was still asleep, blissfully undisturbed by any of it, it seemed. She carefully climbed back into bed, scooting up behind him and wrapping her arm over his side.

“Hmm?" He grumbled.

“Oh sure, that you notice." Mela mumbled into his neck.

“Wha?? Wha's goin on?" He asked, shifting a bit.

“Nothing..." Mela said softly, already nodding off. She thought of the fire in her heart. There was no room to rekindle the old flame; a new one already burned in its place. Pulling him tighter, she tucked herself close to steal as much of his warmth as possible. “…I just want to dream of you."