Echoes

The first time Adora kisses her it's an electric shock to her system. Her nerves alight, her hair standing on end, as if her body was saying "finally."

It's unrushed, simple in the quiet of her car. So different from their last first, the world all but dying around them. Catra's breath catches at the memory and Adora pulls away, eyes searching.

"Was...that okay?" she asks, voice so quiet and tensed, as if waiting for a blow.

"Yes." is Catra's simple answer, word rushed out in a hiss. Adora smiles, looking sheepish, and so Catra touches her hand, lets her heart feel lightened by the contact.

She loves her, has loved her for so long, since she was just memories of another life.