Chapter 3
Catra's nails trace the curves of Adora's back, light touches against a drowsy lover's skin. She runs fingertip over birthmark, barely noticeable marks. But she knows them, every inch.
She leans in, kissing them softly, hearing Adora hum in content.
The first time she saw them, she began to panic, memory flickering. Until Adora kissed her neck, brought her back to the current. Touched her until she forgot the feeling, until all she saw was Adora Adora Adora.
Yes, she knows them; she put them there in a time before. But Adora doesn't know. Adora only knows the current. Only knows Catra's soft touch and heart.
She closes her eyes, presses close to Adora's light and warmth, so grounding in the muddy waters of her mind.
If Adora were to remember, would she stay?