Influence

Catra- pov

Catra was drinking, celebrating her victory over the rebels, alone. As usual, Catra had pushed everyone away from her and was left all alone when she needed company. It's fine though, Catra didn't need anyone. And if she ever felt like she did, she could drown that at the bottom of the next bottle. So maybe Catra had a problem. Not that it was really a problem. Really the alcohol was just an escape from her true addiction... Adora.

Catra was interrupted by a sharp knock on her door. Lonnie... She'd know that knock anywhere. Someone had come to spare her from her loneliness, not that she needed Lonnie or anyone.

"Commander, we've got something you need to see." Lonnie said, with little emotion in her voice because of course this was more work. Nothing in Catra's life could possibly not be about work. Even the one thing she had that wasn’t work was gone, her only true friend was work now.

"I'll be right there." Catra barked back, grateful she wasn't slurring her words too badly, but she was on her way there. She had lost count of the number of bottles she had had by this point… Three? Four? Possibly even five, not that it mattered anyway, it was too many.

Catra got up, slowly her head spinning slightly as she leaned on her desk to right herself. Her vision blurred, seeing double for a second, before Catra shook her head. Scrapping her hair back off her face, Catra shook herself. Get it together Catra.

Once Catra composed herself adequately she opened the door and followed Lonnie down the corridor. Lonnie filled her in on the way, her clipped tone making it very obvious that Lonnie had not forgiven Catra for her last tamtrum or the one before that.

"During the battle we managed to hold back the princess and we tried to defeat them or even capture them.” As they got closer Catra noticed a smirk gracing Lonnie’s features though her voice and motions remained impassive and emotionless. “Although we did not succeed at wiping out the princesses due to a lack of resources…” Lonnie paused pointedly, another not so subtle way Lonnie let Catra know she was annoyed at her. “We did capture one.”

As Lonnie explained about the captured princess Catra ran through who it could be, Flowers, Fishy, Icy, Windy, Netty or Sparkles. Of course there was the option of it being her...  But she tried not to get her hopes up.

"Here is our prisoner." Lonnie announced smugly as the crowd of Horde soldiers parted revealing...

"Adora..." Catra mutter to herself stumbling towards Adora. This was wonderful! A third of Catra’s brain screamed. She could make Adora stay, keep her company, make Adora fall in love with her. Another third also screamed that it was great. She could ransom Adora, get information out of Adora, exchange her for things she wanted from the princesses, use her, break Adora’s heart just like she did to Catra. A more reasonable third realised that the rest of Catra was working out of vengeance and that went it came to Adora she could not help herself one way or another. It knew that Adora was bad for Catra, that Adora was her weakness and it was not good for her to be here. Unfortunately in her inebriated state Catra’s ability to be reasonable was quieter than her other more emotional sides. Beside, Catra knew she could never hope for reasonable not when it came to Adora.

"Leave us. I shall deal with the prisoner." Catra ordered dispersing the crowd and roughly grabbing Adora , throwing her easily over her shoulder and taking the princess back to her office. Catra had not yet decided which course of action she was going to take, but she knew she couldn’t let Adora get away, not this time. She also knew that she couldn’t make her decision, not when she was surrounded by so many people.

"Commander!" Lonnie called after Catra, but Catra ignored her. Catra didn't need them, she didn't need anyone because she had Adora. And she was not going to lose her again.

Once inside her office Catra locked the door and removed the gag from Adora’s mouth. Adora spluttered in a way that was simply adorable, haha, that was kinda funny Adora-ble. Catra smirked and pushed Adora back into her office chair coming up to lean over her, not missing the way that Adora’s eyes dipped down to the exposed skin in the centre of Catra’s uniform, before snapping back up to meet Catra’s. Interesting, Catra will need to tease Adora about that later.

"Hey Adora..." Catra's usual lilting tone with changed slightly by the alcohol. It made it less smug and more seductive. Catra wasn’t here to fight Adora, no, she wanted to tease her ex-best-friend in a very different way.

"What do you want Catra?" Adora demanded, always business with that one. Adora was struggling with her restraints, but Catra wasn’t worried. Catra was pretty sure she could beat Adora in hand to hand combat with out that stupid shiny sword. Adora continued to glare at Catra staring at her directly in her eyes like this was some kind of competition.

"Tonight? Someone to drink with." Catra offered the almost empty bottle to Adora's lips but the stubborn princess of power clamped them shut.

"Fine, more for me then, princess." Catra knocked back the rest of the bottle,  noticing with annoyance the concern in Adora's eyes as she surveyed the room.

"Have you drank all of those? Tonight?" Adora alluded to the large empty liquor bottles on Catra's desk. Ugh, can Adora never stop playing hero?

"Uhuh. Why? Princesses don't drink?" Catra teased, even as a teenager Adora was always so uptight about things like this. Catra was always the “bad influence” getting perfect Adora to experience a plethora of things she would have never usually done. Even now with Shadow Weaver gone, the pair turned from friends to enemies their dynamic was the same. Catra would never stop trying to corrupt her Adora, to bring the perfect princess down to her level.

"Never this much." Adora's eyes still looking at Catra with concern. Can Adora never but out of things that aren't her business?

"I wouldn't have if you would have had some." Catra decides to play the guilt card. That usually works on Adora. Catra smirks at Adora curling her tail around Adora’s thigh dragging her forward.

"I'm not drinking with you, Commander." Adora emphasises Catra’s shiny new title. She wonders where she heard that from. Was Adora keeping tabs on Catra? Wasn’t that something.

"So, official, so uptight, yet I know the real reason you won't touch a drop. Because you are a lightweight and you don't want to be drunk around me..." Catra’s tail drags up and down Adora’s legs and she definitely enjoys the way that Adora shivers at the touch. Catra was learning so much about Adora, shame she wouldn’t remember half of it in the morning.

"What does that have to..."

"Are you afraid of me, Adora?" Catra interrupts Adora’s interruption knowing exactly what buttons she has to push to get Adora to give her what she wants. Catra always knew.

"No." Catra is so close to Adora now. Adora gulps and Catra's eyes follow the motion down her throat. Catra can see the look in Adora's eyes from this distance. It looks like fear but there is definitely something else in there with it.

"Liar." Catra lunged forward now sitting in Adora's lap, grabbing her face with her hand. Adora's face scrunched up in the cutest way. Catra did not let go however, she pulled Adora’s face even closer to hers, so close they were sharing air between them now.

"Your breath smells disgusting." Adora tried fruitlessly to pull away out of Catra’s grip but the look in Adora’s big blue eyes was far from disgust.

"Deal with it, princess. We are adults now, these are things adults do." Catra said gently tracing a claw down the front of Adora's shirt. Adora’s eyes widen, her pupil swallowing that annoying bright blue of her irises. Catra’s smirk widened, Adora clearly hadn’t missed the implication of Catra’s words.

"I know what adults do.” Adora responded petulantly. Despite Adora’s words responding to Catra’s literal words her eyes conveyed more. Adora’s eyes showed that she wanted more, wanted Catra to end the charade between them.

“Do you really?” Catra’s hands were in Adora’s hair now, claws unsheathed pulling at Adora’s loose blonde hair. The motion caused Adora to whine slightly and tilt her head backwards to bare her neck. “Does Princess Adora get up to all sorts of adult activities in Bright moon?”

“Catra!” Adora shrieked. As always innocent little Adora was scandalised by big bad Catra. And the familiarity of it all made Catra want to continue, push further tease her more. “Don’t say things like that!”

“Why? You said you did. Or are such things too naughty for princesses to do?” Catra pushed further, enjoying the blush growing on Adora’s face. The redness suited Adora, the colour always had, unfairly made Adora look stunning.

“I didn’t mean what you are implying. And honestly Catra? It is not any of your business what I get up to in my own personal time.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But it doesn’t matter what is or isn’t my business. Does it, prisoner?” Catra finally caved and sliced open Adora’s shirt with a single sharp claw. “What matters is that you are at my mercy. So you’ll tell me what I want to know.”

Adora gasped again when Catra tore her top off her. Catra used the surprise to her advantage, leaning back to gaze down Adora’s exposed skin. It was a sight that she had not seen since their days together in the Horde and subtle glances in the shower or peeks in their shared bed room could not rival having the girl of her dreams below her at her mercy bared for her to see. It was almost intoxicating and Catra felt that she could drown in it if Adora’s voice hadn’t brought her back to reality.

“Catra!” Catra licked her lips slowly as she gazed at all the new muscle Adora had gained in her arms and chest while being with the princess. Slowly Catra looked back up into Adora’s startled eyes. She looked nervous, which was exactly what Catra wanted.

“What’s wrong Princess? Being with the princesses made you shy?” Catra leaned in closer, whispering in Adora’s ear. “You have nothing to be ashamed about. You are hotter than ever.”

There is was that blush again, this time extending to Adora’s ears tinging them an pale pink that suited her so well. Catra wondered if she could find a way to get it to spread down that delicious chest of Adora’s.

“What game are you playing here Catra?” Distrust crept into Adora’s eyes.

“No game this time Adora. This is it.” Catra took her hands off Adora to raise them. “I’ve just got one question for you. Do you want this?”

“I… What sort of a question is that Catra? We are enemies.”Adora spluttered, the blush finally spreading down her exposed chest.

“That’s not a no, Adora. Do you want this?”

“What is this, I can not agree without having details…” Catra grabbed Adora’s hair again, tugging hard making Adora let out a keening whine again.

“Adora.” Catra made Adora look directly in her eyes, her lips millimetres over Adora’s, all she needed were the words. “Do you want this or not? This is your last chance.”

“Yes, I want this.” Adora finally said, her eyes glazed over with want by this point.

“Good.” Catra growled before colliding their lips together. First ones, Catra was kissing Adora. Adora! After all this time being in love with her it felt like magic. Even just the touch of their lips felt like the hidden Adora-shaped hole in Catra’s heart was being filled.

Slipping her hands into Adora’s blonde hair, Catra pushed her tongue past Adora’s lips. Catra’s rough catlike tongue grazed Adora’s beautifully smooth one and it felt like redemption, like whatever higher power, magic or universe was out their had forgiven Catra for all the wrong she had done to everyone. It felt like the validation Catra had secretly craved from all of her parental figures and higher ups growing up, Shadow Weaver, Hordak, even Adora. The single brush of their lips and tongues stretched out to last aeons and Catra refused to let go until both the girls were panting hard as they final separated.

“Catra…” Adora began. Catra pushed a hand over Adora’s mouth to stop her.

Catra’s mind was running at a million miles per second, she wanted that again and again and again, chasing that feeling as far as she could for as long as she could. But Catra was scared, scared that she would bare herself for Adora and Adora would leave her again, just as she always did. And more than anything Catra would not let Adora leave her heart broken again. Catra wouldn’t stand it.

Catra laughed and laughed and laughed. She felt like she was losing her mind, because she had Adora. Adora was right their within her grasp, right where Catra wanted her, hers for the taking. It was the stuff of Catra’s dreams for longer than she could even remember. But it wasn’t right, it was so close but not enough. It was all wrong and Catra hated it. So close but so far at the same time.

“Oh, Adora.” Catra let herself have one last glance at Adora, her one true love. The one person that could make Catra happy, the one person she could never truly have. Catra tried to show Adora that with her eyes, the love that she had for Adora. The love that she always had for Adora, and always would. In case Catra never had this chance to do this again, she etched the memory for Adora in that moment in her brain. It was that love that made her do what she did, always but especially now.

“I can not believe you fell for that… But I guess you always were easy to manipulate.” Catra cackled, wishing that she enjoyed the look on Adora’s face. Catra had always though she would enjoy breaking Adora’s heart, that it would be fitting retribution, a revenge equal to the crime. But she didn’t, the look of betrayal on Adora’s face only made Catra’s spiltered heart shatter more. It wasn’t 1:1 on broken hearts now as she had wished it was 2:1 to Catra. It was the only game she would ever win against Adora.

Catra cut the rope binding Adora’s wrists and got off her lap. She turned for a second trying to compose herself.

“Catra!” Adora was behind her now, her hand on Catra’s shoulder. “You don’t mean that, don’t do this.” Adora’s tone was pleading and Catra knew that her eyes would be too, insufferably blue, open and trusting, just like Adora herself. Which was the reason Catra couldn’t look at Adora.

“Leave Adora. It’s what your good at, which is why I’ll never want you.” Catra spat out bitterly, maybe it was too far, but Catra needed to put the final nail in the coffin or Adora would never leave.

“I…” Adora’s voice faltered and guilt rose in Catra’s chest.

Adora’s hand slide of Catra’s shoulder. This was for the best. Adora moved away, clutching her torn shirt. This was for the best. Catra could hear Adora’s muffled sobs. This was for the best. Adora walked out of the door. This was for the best. Catra fell to the floor, wracked with sobs. This was for the best. Adora looked back once from the door way and their eyes met. This was for the best. Tears glittered in Adora’s eyes, streaming down her face. This was for the best? A whispered goodbye as the door slammed, Catra was alone again. Was this for the best?