Show me how you see me
Adora stands outside the large white doors to Catra’s studio, it’s 6:45, she planned to arrive early because she was going to need the extra time to compose herself. She takes several long breaths, she had decided to herself after her talk with Bow that she was going to tell Catra how she felt. Sort of, she was going to ask a series of questions to gauge whether or not Catra could possibly be interested in her, then if the results seemed conclusive then she would say something, possibly, most likely, in the best case scenario. Another deep breath and she swings open the doors.
Catra is standing there in front of a large canvas set on her easel, she is wearing black overalls, with only a bralette underneath. Adora stops dead in her tracks, and is glad she took several deep breaths prior to this, because it’s as if all of the air was knocked out of her lungs. Catra turns to her with her infamous smirk, and Adora has to consciously and with a lot of effort remind herself how to breath.
“Hey Adora” Catra says in that way, that way that makes Adora wonder if everyone has been saying her name wrong her entire life, because this is how she should feel when someone says her name.
Adora coughs, because her mouth is incredibly dry “Uhm, hi, hello there, Catra, how's it going?”
“Better, now that you’re here Princess” Catra says with a wink. Adora is certain she died right there, and was resuscitated with that wink. “If you’re ready you can take a seat on that stool” Catra gestures toward the stool that is set up in front of her.
Adora walks over and takes a seat facing Catra, fuck I have to ask subtle, do you like me like that, questions while watching her stare at me? I really didn’t think this through. Adora gulps.
“You ready?” Catra asks, paint brush, paints and palette ready.
“Yes, paint me like one of your French girls” Adora has been preparing that joke, since Catra asked her to do this. She chuckles to herself.
Catra raises an eyebrow, and a slight smile creeps onto her face. “Alright then, get naked down to everything besides your jewelry”
“What?! What?! Uhm I- I - I didn’t know, uhm I don’t know if I- I’m not- uhm su-” Catra cuts her off with a burst of laughter. Adora is completely flustered, she can feel the heat radiating off her cheeks.
“I’m just kidding, you’re the one who made the Titanic joke” Catra says between laughter. Wow, ya didn’t really think that through, Adora thinks to herself. “You can keep all your clothes on, just find a position that you’re comfortable in, since you’ll have to hold it for a while”
Adora does just that, she puts her feet on the ladder part of the stool, keeps her knees together, puts her hands on her lap, and straightens her back. “How’s that?”
“Perfect, could you put your hair down?” Catra asks
“Sure” Adora removes her ponytail, and poof, and runs her hands through her hair. Catra puts down her palette and walks over to Adora. She brushes a loose strand of hair from Adora’s face and tucks it behind her ear.
“You should wear your hair down more, it’s really pretty,” Catra says, hand still resting on Adora’s head, and holding eye contact. Adora gulps.
Catra shakes herself out of her daze and walks back to her easel, she begins to paint.
“Uhm, can I talk?” Adora asks
“Ya, until I get to painting your face. I’ll let you know” Catra goes between looking at Adora and the canvas.
“Cool, cool, cool” Adora says tapping her hands on her thighs.
“But, don’t do that though” Catra points at Adora’s hands with her paint brush.
“Ah, okay, got it” Adora stops her fidgeting.
They talk back and forth for a while, Adora is responding and asking questions on autopilot, having a side argument with herself in head about how to begin her questions. It takes her a long time to convince herself to just ask the questions she had planned, they had even taken several breaks. Where Catra would smoke a cigarette out the window, and Adora would lose arguments with herself. After their 3rd break, Adora realizes they’ve been at this for what feels like a couple of hours, and if she doesn’t manage to do this now she might run out of time. She takes a deep breath and goes for it.
“So…” Good start Adora, good start, ughh Adora thinks to herself
“So?” Catra teases, because she can tell Adora has something on her mind. Welp Adora thinks guess time to initiate: questions to determine Catra’s interests in me, like that.
“So… haven’t heard Rose come over in a while?” Adora asks
“You’re listening huh?” Catra teases yet again, she has determined making Adora blush is one of her favourite past times, along with making Adora smile, and making Adora laugh.
“What?! I mean no, not actively, it’s just that our walls aren't exactly sound proof” Adora tries to hide the fact that she has listened before, but not again, she bought headphones the day after and avoided being a creep again.
Catra laughs, clearly she is enjoying Adora’s embarrassment. “We decided to call things off”
“Why’s that?”
“She was looking for something a little more serious, and I wasn’t so we decided that it wasn’t really going to work out?” Catra shrugs
“Why not?!” Adora asks, slightly more aggressive than intended, she was just pumped on excitement but also frustration.
Catra was a bit startled by Adora’s response, “uhm, I don’t know I guess she’s just not someone that I see myself being in a serious relationship with”
“Is there anyone you actually see yourself being in a relationship with?” Catra stares at Adora for a long moment, Adora can not read her expression, she doesn’t know if she’s staring in response to her question, or if she just needs to really focus on something for her painting. Catra is about to respond but decides against it. Adora realizes that she isn’t getting an answer to that question, so she tries something else. “Like, what are you looking for in someone who might be girlfriend material?”
Catra pauses her painting for a moment, to think about it, but returns to painting before responding. “Hmm… Well I guess I am looking for someone who is determined, passionate, hardworking, smart, funny, kind, tall, buff, blonde hair, blue eyes” Adora’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. “Oh ya… and an idiot” Catra laughs.
Adora is blushing profusely, and turns away to hide it. “Wow… you’re an ass” Adora says but she can’t hide her smile.
“I need you to face me,” Catra says, and Adora slowly turns back, still pink and still smiling.
“I’m serious though, what are the incredibly high standards you have that have made it so you’ve been single for so long?” Adora decides that if Catra wants to tease, then she can put a little bite into her words too.
“I don’t have high standards” Catra takes an exasperated breath. “I guess... I’m just looking for someone who makes me feel, feel like I’m awestruck, the way I feel when I’m looking at the stars, someone who makes me feel like there is electricity coursing through my body, someone who makes me feel like I’m about to explode, and she is the only container who could hold it all together, someone who makes me feel a sense of home, like I am returning to something I lost, like the space we create by being together, is somewhere we can both find peace, rest, and solace” Catra turns away for a moment, because that was too true, too honest, and too vulnerable for her comfort. But it just came out, because something about Adora makes her open up, and something about Adora makes those words come out.
“Ya, I get it” Adora shuts her mouth before she says anything more, but maybe I should say more, maybe I should just say it. Adora argues with herself.
“Does someone make you feel that way?” Catra asks. Youdo, Adora thinks to herself, but something holds her back from letting those words slip between her lips. “Is it Lonnie?” Catra tries to hide the bitterness in her voice.
“No... Actually…” Adora takes a deep breath, she looks into Catra’s eyes, and something about the gaze makes Adora feel like she’s worth more, more than she has ever thought about herself. ‘If Catra is what you want, then you deserve to give it a shot’ Bow’s words pass through her mind, and gives her the courage to do it. “Actually… Catra I wanted to tell you that I-”
“Stop talking I’m painting your face” Catra cuts her off.
Adora shuts her mouth, and sighs to herself in relief, but she holds back the tears welling up in her eyes. The fear, the insecurity, the sadness, it begins to boil up to the surface. Her mind begins to spiral, in all the ways that Catra would never, she could have anybody, there is no way she would choose me…
“I’m done painting your face, what were you saying?” Catra says, snapping Adora out of her thoughts, she must have been spiraling for a while.
“Uhh… nothing…” The very little courage that Adora had found, disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
“You were clearly about to say something… what was it?” Catra asks, continuing to paint.
“I… I was just saying that, uhm, Lonnie broke up with me actually” Adora lies, because she was scared.
“Oh… that sucks, I’m sorry”
“It’s fine, she said she could tell that I wasn’t really into it, and that she deserves someone who is. And she’s right” Adora tries to hide the guilt on her face, but clearly it wasn’t effective.
“It’s not your fault, we can’t control who we fall for and who we don’t” Catra tries to comfort her. Clearly or I wouldn’t be in this situation Adora thinks to herself. “Well, what are you looking for in love or whatever? Since you asked me?”
Someone who makes me feel… Someone who makes me feel the way you do Adora swallows, as if she could stomach that thought along with it. “I don’t know… I guess… It’s like every time before I kiss somebody, it builds up, and I’m like expecting something big, or anything really, like fireworks, or a fire, or even a little spark, but then it never comes. Sometimes it’s still nice, it’s comfortable, it’s sweet, but it’s not… I don’t even know how to explain it, like what I want, but I feel it, and it’s not that. Maybe I watch too many rom coms and that’s just not how it is.”
“If that’s what you want, I don’t think you should settle for anything less. I mean sure rom coms are ridiculous, but artists have made entire bodies of work around love, paintings, sculptures, plays, poems, anything and everything. If it wasn’t something spectacular, then it wouldn’t be so inspirational” Catra rolls her eyes at herself, because when has she ever been an advocate for love.
“Have you ever been in love?” Adora asks shyly
“No… I don’t even think I love myself” Catra scoffs
“What?! That’s ridiculous, you’re amazing Catra” Adora almost shouts, because she feels it deep inside her bones, and she wants Catra to know it.
“You don’t know me Adora… I’m… Well I’m broken, and broken people are more dangerous than fragile. Hurt people hurt people, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I try to keep people at arms length so that they can avoid the wreckage” Catra closes her eyes for a moment, to stop the tears that are trying to push their way past her eyelids.
“I thought you said that you weren’t someone who believed in destiny, or boxes. If you tell yourself that you’re going to hurt people, then you are just writing a self fulfilling prophecy. You’ll never trust that people love you, or that you deserve love if you don’t try, it takes time to build that trust.” Adora tries to gaze at Catra the way that Catra gazed at her, the way that made her feel like she was worth more than the sum of all her parts. And something must have worked because Catra nods, it’s subtle but it’s clear.
They stay silent for a while, Catra focusing intently on her painting and trying to process what was just said. Adora re-running conversations in her head, trying to reach a conclusion to her investigation. She determines it is inconclusive, she decides that Catra doesn’t see her that way, there is no way that she does. There is a heavy feeling in her heart and it weighs down her entire body.
“Alright, I’m done” Catra says, and it brings Adora back to the present moment.
“Can I look?” Adora asks
“Sure” Adora gets up from the stool and makes her way over to Catra, she stands behind her and looks over her shoulder. Adora can’t tell if time freezes or herself, her heart feels heavy again, but it’s different this time, it’s not like something is weighing it down, it feels full. The painting is… well it’s honestly indescribable, the brush strokes are wild and different shades of colors used to create contours and highlights. It’s vibrant, it’s accurate, it’s passionate and...
“It’s beautiful” Adora whispers, it was meant to be a thought but that thought pushed its away from Adora’s mind and through her lips.
“You’re beautiful” Catra whispers, without looking back at Adora. She doesn’t mean for that thought to come out, but it does. And she doesn’t want to take it back, because it’s true, it may be one of the most true, most honest things that Catra has ever said, without hiding it behind convoluted words, sarcasm, or tone.
Adora has never thought of herself as beautiful, pretty maybe, hot sometimes, but a thing of beauty, she has just never seen herself that way. But looking at this painting, she is truly beautiful, in a way that those 9 letters don’t even seem to encompass. This is how Catra sees me and with that thought it’s like something possesses Adora’s body. She places her hands gently on Catra’s hips and turns her slightly. Catra follows with no resistance.
Adora looks into Catra’s eyes, tries to summarize Catra’s essence into words, but the English language seems limited and unable to fully encompass how she feels. “You’re beautiful, beyond words'' Adora manages.
Catra can feel those words, not only because Adora’s face is an inch away from hers and she can feel her breath against her own face when she speaks, but because she feels it in her body, feels it enough that for once in her life Catra believes it, it feels true to her very core.
“Can I kiss you?” Adora asks, there is a sparkle in her eye, Catra can’t tell if it’s hope, or fear, or passion, or all of them. Catra just nods meekly. But Adora doesn’t move.
“Yes” Catra’s voice trembles, her hands shake as she wraps them around Adora’s neck.
They both lean in, and the moment that their lips touch it’s unfathomable and it’s instantaneous. For Catra is like ice to fire, she melts into the touch, her body is hot at every point that makes contact with Adora. Everything around them is cold and she needs more of this heat, so she pulls Adora flush against her body so that she can feel the burning sensation across her entire body. For Adora it’s like gas to fire, it combusts the moment they make contact, and it continues to burn, getting hotter and hotter, fueling itself from one another, engulfing both of them in a glow. And for the both of them it changes, whatever they were before, to this now, without the ability to change it back, and without the desire to. It’s not the fireworks, or explosion, or spark that Adora expected, it’s all of it and so much more. The feeling swallows her whole, and she wants more of it, so much more, to be consumed by it, to lose herself in the feeling of someone else, in the feeling of Catra.
They kiss deeper and deeper, as if one of them has lost something precious inside the mouth of the other and they are trying to find it with their tongue. Adora wants to explore every inch of Catra, she has never felt this way before, trying to viscerally remember every sense of a person, every touch, smell, taste, sight, sound and feeling. Catra can’t seem to pull Adora any closer, and she needs to, she needs to remove any space between them, so that all that exists is them, together. So she pushes Adora backwards, until she hits the wall with her back. Using the support of the wall, Catra presses Adora against it, closing any space between them.
They pull apart for a brief moment to catch their breaths. “Wow” Adora says giddy, between breaths.
“Don’t ruin it,” Catra says with a smile, and begins kissing along Adora’s neck. A gasp escaped from Adora. And Catra definitely added that to the list of reactions she enjoys eliciting from Adora. Adora grabs Catra by the hair and pulls her head up, causing a slight moan to escape from Catra, Adora crashes their mouths together again. Hands slowly moving along Catra’s body. It felt like they existed within their own reality, that they have created another plane of existence, where it was just them. Until the door swung open, and a man stood there awkwardly coughing to make his presence clear. It was the Janitor, they assume. Catra takes Adora by the hand and pulls her out of the studio, and they are laughing as they leave, a sudden feeling of lightness washing over them. Until the laughing ends, and they are kissing again, grasping onto one another, as if they were too let go, it would all disappear, like sand falling in between their fingers.
“Let’s go back to my room” Adora says as they pull apart for a moment to catch their breath. Catra doesn’t respond, she just begins pulling adora along the path until they are both actively running, hand in hand toward their dorm.
As soon as they enter the room, Catra is being pressed against the door, their tongues dancing against one another. Catra is digging her nails into Adora’s hips as if she was grabbing onto a life line. Adora’s hands are exploring Catra’s body, recklessly and cautiously, as if to avoid anywhere too risque. Catra pushes Adora backwards, almost growling against Adora’s lips, and that sends a shiver through Adora’s body. They don’t let go of one another until Adora’s legs hit the edge of the bed and she falls backwards. Adora sits up, because she can’t bear to not be looking at Catra, and not touching her at the same time. Catra bites her lip, before she leans down to press a gentle kiss to Adora’s lips. Adora grabs Catra by the hips, and pulls her to straddle her lap, Catra’s fingers play with the hem of Adora’s shirt, occasionally brushing against her skin.
“Can I take this off?” Catra asks, voice low and laced with honey. Adora’s hands shoot up in the air. Dork Catra laughs in her head, as she pulls the shirt over Adora’s head and tosses it to the side. Adora grabs the sports bra she is wearing, and pulls it off and tosses it away as well. Catra gulps, Oh fuck, this hot fucking dork Catra reminds herself to breath, blink, and move. Adora grabs Catra’s face to kiss her, every time they kiss it’s like a crackle and spark, in a fire that is already burning so hot. Catra’s hands explore the new exposed skin, raking her nails along Adora’s back. Adora verbally shutters, and Catra smirks against her mouth. Catra begins tailing kisses along Adora’s neck and collarbone, Adora gasps. Catra’s finger trace along the underside of Adora’s breasts.
“Is this okay?” Catra asks, running a nail along the outline of her tits.
“Yesss” Adora breathes out hot and heavy. Catra takes Adora’s breasts into her hands, squeezing and kneading, her thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples. “Fuck” Adora lets out, and the pitch in her voice rises. Catra pushes Adora back against the bed, Adora immediately pushes herself up on her elbows. As Catra unclips her overalls and grabs the edges of her bralette, and slowly lifts it above her head, arching her back as she goes. Adora’s jaw goes slack, and she just stares, not blinking, worried that if she does, Catra will disappear.
“Cat got your tongue” Catra teases, running a nail along the center of Adora’s upper body. Adora gulps, and she shifts higher up on the bed, pulling Catra with her, wrapping her arms around her back and pressing her flush against her. Adora grabs greedily at Catra’s now exposed upper body, while kissing, biting and sucking along Catra’s neck. “Oh fuck” Catra moans, and Adora has never been so self satisfied in her life. Catra is losing herself in the sensations, the feeling of Adora grabbing her, and taking her, and she needs to regain control of the situation. So she grabs Adora’s wrist and pins them up above her head. She leans down and licks a strip from Adora’s shoulders up to ear and whispers “what do you want princess?”
Adora is panting, breathless, and unbelievably horny, I want you, all of you, as much of you as you’re willing to give she thinks, but that’s too many words to articulate right now. “Fuck me...please” she manages to whimper.
“Oh I plan on it… but I’m going to need a little more articulation, how do you want me to fuck you?” Catra whispers, while biting on Adora’s ear.
“Uh- fuck… with your hands, and your mouth, all of you” Adora gasps out.
“Well… that I can work with. Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like.” Catra pulls Adora in for another kiss, all teeth, tongue, and lips, with fever, demand, and want. She takes Adora’s bottom lip between and pulls while getting up off the bed.
“Uhh ungghh” Adora groans out. Catra hooks her fingers between the waistband of Adora’s pants, and pulls them down while trailing kisses and bites along her thighs, knees, and calves. Then she shimmies out of her overalls, and slowly crawls back up, Adora wastes no time getting her hands on Catra again. Leaning forward to feel her entire body, starting at her ankles, and running her hands up the length of her body, squeeze, and scratching the entire way. Catra gasps and moans, and it’s music to Adora’s ears. When Catra makes her way up to be facing Adora she stops for a moment, struck by an intense feeling, an intense emotion.
“You’re beautiful” Catra says with all certainty, she watches Adora blush, but before she can respond she smashes their lips together. Before kissing along Adora’s body, her neck, her collarbone, and stopping at the peak of her nipple. She flicks her tongue of the nub, and Adora moans, arching into her mouth. Catra obliges, taking the nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking and biting.
“Ahhh” Adora moans, and Catra decides that all she needs, to hear more of that, louder, more vulgar and more desperate. She moves to the other nipple, to do the same work, while trailing her hand down, dragging her nails along Adora’s abs. Until she reaches her underwear, and slides her hand over the fabric. Catra gasps, because Adora has soaked through her panties. She begins rubbing Adora through the wet underwear, as Adora thrust her hips up trying to get more of the touch.
“Ugghh fuuccck… touch me…. Please” Adora begs, and Catra can’t say no to those words, those noises, or that face. So she slips her hands under Adora’s panties, and begins exploring her pussy with her two fingers, that are cut short for this specific reason. Catra finds her clit and begins rubbing slow, soft circles. “Oh my god- Ahh” Adora gasps out. Catra increases her speed and pressure, and Adora is squirming beneath her, Catra moves her head up to kiss Adora, because she needs to feel her moan against her lips. She drags her tongue and teeth, down Adora’s chin, along her torso, she removes her hand to grab at both her tits, while she pulls at the band of Adora’s underwear with her teeth, snapping it back in place. Catra slides down a bit more, licking a long strip up the soaked fabric, the taste is intoxicating and she needs more. She grabs the edges of Adora’s underwear and tosses it away, Adora opens her legs, inviting Catra. Catra licks her lips, cause she’s pretty sure she’s drooling.
“Fuck” Catra breathes out, before grabbing Adora’s thighs, kissing and bitting the insides of them. Catra breathes a hot breath onto Adora’s clit, and Adora thrust upwards desperately.
“Pleassee” Adora whimpers, even more desperately. Catra presses her tongue at the bottom of her slit, and drags it up, until she reaches her clit and she flicks it over her with her tongue. “Ahhhh- fuck- yes” Adora gasps out, grabbing Catra’s hair, and the bed sheets to stabilize herself. As Catra envelops her clit into her hot, wet mouth, she sucks, and twirls and pulls. Adora’s entire body shakes, as if she is having her own personal earthquake, she throws her head back and closes her eyes. “Ahhh… Catra… oh my god… Catra '' the fact that she’s calling out Catra’s name makes it so much intense, she doesn’t know if it feels so good because of what Catra’s doing, or just simply because it’s Catra.
Catra moves slightly lower, and pushes her tongue into Adora’s entrance, Adora’s grip on her hair tightens, but she doesn’t push. But Catra does, she shoves her face so deep, that she’s engulfed, until all she can see, hear, taste, and feel is Adora. The noises that Adora is making are obscene, and it drives Catra insane, she never needed more of anything in her life before. It takes a great effort, but she pulls herself away to sit on her back legs. And Adora whimpers. Catra trails two fingers along Adora’s slick and puts the fingers in her mouth, soaking them with her saliva.
Adora gulps looking at the image in front of her trying to engrave it into her memory forever. “You’re so beau- ugghh” she tries to say before Catra presses two finger inside of her and she has lost the ability to speak, besides moans, gasps, and singing Catra’s name. Catra moves her fingers in and out slowly at first, before lowering her head again and finding Adora’s clit with her mouth. “Oh fuck- Catra- ahhh- Catra” Adora cries out, grabbing onto her hair, and the bedsheets for dear life.
Catra sucks her clit between her lips and swirls her tongue around it, while pumping her fingers in and out with more intensity. She curls her fingers and Adora screams, like literally screams “ahhhh- fuck- Catra- ahhh- right ugh there- Catra I’m so so close”. Catra knows that everyone on this floor, if not the entire building can hear them, and she has never given less fucks in her entire life. She continues to fuck Adora with everything she has, all her energy, strength, passion, and emotion, she gives it all to Adora. “Ugghh Catra Catra Catra” Adora continues to scream, and Catra feels her body arch into the touch, her walls clenching around her fingers, and she feels that her name has never sounded more beautiful than in this very moment. She looks up and makes eye contact, she stares into Adora’s sky blue eyes. “Catra!” And at that very moment Adora cums, Catra continues her movements, gradually slowing them down, as Adora’s body begins to relax, slowly guiding her through the aftershocks, never breaking eye contact. Catra feels Adora’s grip on her hair go limp, and her body fully relaxes on the bed. Catra Slowly removes her fingers, sits up, and whips the wetness off her face. She crawls up to lay beside Adora wrapping her arms around her the other woman's body. While whispering sweet words into her ears.
“You are absolutely gorgeous” Adora sighs into Catra’s words. “That was so hot” Catra continues her praises, in between pressing soft kisses to Adora’s ear, and cheek. Adora sighs into Catra’s words and touch, breathing and slowly coming back to herself.
Until she realizes that she is laying in a very wet puddle. She touches the sheets beneath her.
“Omg what the fuck?! Why is it so wet?!” Adora sits up shocked, and embarrassed.
“Huh?” Catra responds through her own daze
“Fuck did I pee on you?” Adora buries her face in her hands, Catra cracks up laughing until she realizes that Adora is incredibly embarrassed and almost in distress. Catra runs a soothing hand along Adora’s back.
“Hey, hey, no I think you just squirted… and it was incredibly hot” Catra says soft and reassuringly. Adora peaks at her between her fingers.
“That’s not real”
“Yes it is, and I reiterate… it is incredibly sexy” Catra gently pulls Adora’s hands away from her face, and kisses her.
“Wow… okay… damn” Adora leans on to Catra’s shoulder, and Catra wraps her arms around Adora. Pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Well we can’t sleep in this bed” Adora says.
“We can sleep in my bed” Catra replies, starting to get up.
“Wait-” Adora stops her, Catra raises an eyebrow in questions. “Well I- can- you know…” Adora says seductively, trailing fingers up Catra’s thigh and along her body. Catra shudders at the idea and the touch.
“Oh… uhm… you really don’t have to,” Catra says against all of her desires.
“Are you sure?” Adora looks visibly disappointed
“Ya, seriously don’t worry about it” Catra says getting up and offering a hand to Adora. Adora takes it, getting off the bed, grabbing a pair of underwear from her dresser, and following Catra to her bedroom. They climb into the bed, and instinctively Adora wraps her arm around Catra, Catra intertwines their fingers, giving her hand a squeeze, then bringing Adora’s hand up to her lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.
“That was amazing” Adora whispers into Catra’s ear.
“Ya it was” Catra sighs, because it was, it may have been the most amazing sex she’s had in her entire life.
“Can we do that again sometime? Maybe?” Adora asks shyly, because she’s never been so certain that she’s wanted something in her entire life.
“Ya, I’d like that,” Catra says, and Adora presses a kiss to her cheek, before pulling her closer.
Catra always believed that sex and emotions were two separate things, but in this moment, they were as intertwined as their fingers, and their bodies. And it felt awe-inspiring, she closes her eyes and dreams of Adora, and in honesty a starry night is nothing in comparison.