Wives are free in the woods AU

Adora is werewolf royalty, and Catra is an artist. Catra went drinking to celebrate a big sale and accidentally got engaged on her walk home. Whoops~ 

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“Hey…uh...hottie?” Catra said without really thinking, she made a ‘what the fuck’ face at herself. She hoped the woman wouldn't hear her but when her eyelashes fluttered at the noise Catra wasn’t sure she would be so lucky. Catra was stunned when she opened her eyes to the bluest eyes Catra had ever seen in her life. They were relaxed and vulnerable in a way Catra had never seen in anyone before. It was breathtaking.

“Hm?” The woman hummed as she stretched casually, her body rippling as Catra lost her battle to keep her eyes on the woman’s face. Catra managed to get control of herself after a few moments and looked back at the woman's face to see her smirking a little.

“What are you doing on my couch?” Catra asked, it was the question she needed the answer to, but she didn’t want it to come out so harsh. The woman rolled onto her stomach as she stretched again and closed her eyes.

“I was sleeping,” the woman said, her voice rough from sleep and slightly deeper in timber than Catra expected. She didn’t know if that was what she usually sounded like but somehow Catra expected something more angelic.

“Too bad, how did you get into my house?”

“You brought me here? You really drank a lot last night, huh,” The woman said as she pushed herself to sit up on the couch and rubbed her face to chase the sleep away. Catra’s eyes skimmed down to her chest. She was really gay and she only had so much self restraint in these circumstances.

“Why aren’t you in my bed?” Catra asked, colour coming to her cheeks as the woman raised an eyebrow at her.

“You said I couldn't because of all the dirt”

“No, not since the moon went down,” the woman said with a shrug.

“Ok, I  don’t remember last night as well as I thought. What happened? And can you put some clothes on? This is very distracting,” Catra said and blushed as the woman smirked at her.

“Sure, I didn’t bring anything, so do you have something for me to wear?”

“Ugh, you’re huge, I don’t know if any of my stuff will fit,” Catra said looking her over because she had no self control. “I’ll look, wait here,” Catra said and disappeared back into her bedroom. 

Catra quickly realised that her clothing was too small for this woman but she managed to find some baggier clothes and took them back to the living room. The woman didn’t stay on the couch but was instead looking at the painting Catra had around the room.

“Did you do these?” The blonde asked,

“Yes, try these,” Catra said, moving on quickly. 

“It's impressive,” she said as she pulled on the shirt that was big on Catra but flexed around the woman's chest and arms without reaching past her belly button. She tried on the shorts, also loose on Catra but they fit snugly around her thighs. The woman looked at Catra for approval.

“Better?” the blonde asked, and Catra let out a soft whine in the back of her throat. Somehow the clothing made her look even more indecent than when she was completely bare.

“Fuck me,” Catra cursed, “Its not really, but it will have to do,” losing any control of her mouth that she had left. Her cheeks coloured and the blonde grinned as she stepped a little closer.

“I could undress again,” she offered in a flirty tone, and Catra felt her face burn as her fur fluffed up. Catra moved away from the woman, she needed the space to keep a clear head about this.

“Nope, explain last night,” Catra demanded and the woman smiled before she lifted her hand to brush through her hair and force it back off her face.

Stars, every time she moved Catra wanted to reach for her brush, it was equal parts unfair and addictive. Catra was stuck in artistic limbo for months, dealing with some of the worst art block she had ever experienced. In the presence of this woman, she was feeling so inspired and ready to create that it was a much needed breath of fresh air.

“Well, I had my ceremony. It's the first new moon of the year after I turned 25, so the pack has a ceremony where I let my wolf pick my mate,”

“Your wolf? So I found your dog and you came home with me?”

“Oh, no, not like that. I’m a werewolf. I’m part of the Greyskull pack. I found you on my hunt and you picked me up and carried me home,”

“I picked you up?” Catra asked, unbelievingly.

“Yeah, I’m smaller as a wolf, not by much, but you are surprisingly strong for your size,”

“Yeah, well, Magicats are like that,”

“Yeah,”

“So you were hunting me? Why didn’t you eat me?” the woman blushed at her question.

“Not that kind of hunt, it was to find my mate, or wife, I guess is a more common term. When I’m in my wolf form I am connected more to my instincts than when I am in my human form. So I let my wolf pick my mate, by sight, or sound or smell. We have been doing it this way for years,”

“Ok, why didn’t you pick a werewolf then?”

“Well, usually that's how it happens, eligible pack members from our pack or others go into the forest to take part as candidates, usually people who aren’t werewolves don’t come into the forest on the new moon,” “But I found you, and you took me home, which takes me off the market,”

“Wait, wait, are you saying we got married last night?”

“Kind of, it's more of a proposal, if we meet in person and find it doesn’t work, you can release me and I can continue my search…but usually we are both werewolves, so I’m not sure how it works when you are another species,”

“So I got drunk and got engaged last night?”

“Um, yes,” the woman said with colour on her cheeks. She seemed much more nervous now that it was unclear if Catra was rejecting her. She was confident she was a taken woman with the way Catra was leering at her from the start.

“Ok…what's your name?” Catra asked, her hand going to her forehead as she tried to absorb the information into her hungover mind.

“Adora,” Adora said with an easy smile, and Catra huffed.

“Of course it is. I’m Catra,” she said, of course this beautiful woman had a name pointing out how beautiful she was. She would have a name like that since she was moulded from the clay of creation by the gods themselves.

“What does that mean?”

“Nevermind, I need coffee, do you want one?”

“Sure,”

“Great,” Catra went into the kitchen to start the process. She needed to stop looking at Adora before she started to consider accepting this crazy wolf proposal instead of taking it as the joke it was. No one would propose on sight, and no one would trust a wolf to make that decision.

Right?