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The desert winds whip dust between the rocky canyons — a perfect neutral meeting place. Supposedly. No patrols, no armies.
Just him.
And her.
Nutmeg Tiger Cookie rounds the corner, claws half-unsheathed, tail flicking in warning.
“Why are you here,” she snaps. “Alone.”
Smoked Cheese Cookie leans against a sandstone boulder, arms crossed, perfectly composed. His cape flutters slightly in the breeze.
“I wanted to see if the fierce commander would come alone too.”
Her ears flatten for a split second. “You’re playing games.”
His smile sharpens. “Only with you.”
Nutmeg flinches.
She charges.
⸻
“What the hell does that mean?!”
She lunges, claws grazing his coat — he dodges effortlessly, chuckling low in his throat. Her face is red, furious… and definitely not from the heat.
“You think I won’t rip that smug expression off your face?!”
“I’m counting on it.” He tilts his head, voice velvet-smooth. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
She screeches.
⸻
Minutes later, he’s pinned beneath her, a small scratch on his cheek and his hands casually raised in mock surrender.
She’s straddling him, panting slightly from exertion. His golden eyes gleam up at her, utterly unbothered.
“You’re blushing,” he whispers.
“SHUT UP—!”
She leaps off him like he’s the one who pounced, storming off in a flustered mess.
Smoked Cheese sits up slowly, brushing dust from his sleeves.
“Worth it.”