Executive Assistant

“We…mmm…uh, we need to… ah… find… fuck…” Adora pants out breathlessly as Catra’s hands squeeze Adora’s hips, her tongue pressed flat against the blonde’s clit as Adora tries to rock her hips in the grasp of Catra’s fingers, “…we… don’t have, mmm… time for this…”
Catra pauses and takes back her tongue, staring up at Adora with a look of confusion, “We can stop if you really want to.”
Still panting, Adora shakes her head as her fingers dig into Catra’s scalp and pulls her back between her legs as Catra chuckles at how desperate the blonde is to finish, “Keep going.” She whispers and her head slams back onto the pillows as Catra goes back to work, fingers gripping at Adora’s hips a little tighter to keep her in place, and also to stop the blonde from opening up the stitches in her shoulder again. She did not want to go back to Entrapta for the third time to explain that again…
Adora’s hips start to push up as the grip on Catra’s scalp gets tighter and her breathing hastens, the blonde fighting against Catra’s hold on her as she moans loudly into the small apartment, quickly replaced with high pitched whines as the blonde’s body tries to buck Catra’s mouth off her as she climaxes and can’t take anymore of Catra’s tongue.
“Mmm… Catra… come here.” Adora asks as she releases Catra’s hair and taps the hands around her hips, “Please?”
Catra nods, pressing a final kiss on Adora’s clit before coming up into Adora’s waiting arms, the blonde’s gasps at the act, throwing her head back into the pillow with a low moan as she feels Catra come up and lie on top of her.
“You doing good?” Catra asks with a few kisses on the blonde’s neck.
“Mmm…fuck.” Adora rubs her cheek against the top of Catra’s head as she tries to catch her breath, panting out, “Really good…”
Catra grins into Adora’s neck, she can hear the smile on the blonde’s lips when she answered, “We should really find Emily.”
“Yeah.” Adora breathes out as Catra presses a kiss onto Adora’s cheek, “Stop distracting me so much…”
“Me?” Catra laughs, “You’re the one that’s distracting me.”
“Debatable.” Adora pulls Catra into her so she can kiss her on the lips, “I just asked if you wanted to come back to my place so I can show you my bedroom.”
“That’s basically asking if I wanted to fuck you at your place.” Catra replies with a smirk, “And I’m pretty sure I’ve answered that question.”
“Should we get back to DE, then?” Adora asks as her arms wrap around Catra, carefully avoiding the dressing on Catra’s shoulder, smiling wider when she hears a disapproving noise come from Catra at the suggestion, “Or are you planning on fucking me until I can’t feel my legs?”
“I like that second option.” Catra mutters into Adora’s hair before nipping at the blonde’s ear, “But I think Traps will kill me if I have to go back to her for a third time in 2 days to stitch me up again.”
Adora giggles at that, “Well, she did say to take it easy.”
“She did.” Catra agrees, “But, how can I resist you?”
Rolling her eyes, Adora presses a kiss onto Catra’s forehead, “I guess Entrapta was right after all.”
“Hm?”
Giggling again before she answers and pulling Catra so she can look her in the eye, “She told me on my first day at DE, not to let my first impression of you put me off.”
“Yeah?” Adora nods sincerely with a slight blush at the admission, “Was it that bad of a first impression?”
Taking a moment before answering, well, more to annoy Catra, Adora finally breathes out a “No.”
“No?”
“No. It wasn’t all bad.” Catra breathes out a sigh of relief, “But, you weren’t exactly the most welcoming either.”
“No? Is it because I wasn’t in a suit to meet you?” Catra’s hands move over Adora’s breasts, the blonde’s eyes shutting instantly as she tries not to moan at the action, “Well, it’s kind of hard to be welcoming when you know the person who’s working for you is there on false pretences.”
“Mm…don’t change the subject…” Adora scolds lightly as Catra rolls her nipples between her fingers, “Scorpia had to… mmm… fuck…”
“Had to what?” A cheeky grin on Catra’s face as she continues to tease the blonde.
“Had to… had to…mmm… ah…” Adora’s eyes open and a faux glare comes across as she spits the rest of the sentence out as fast as she can, “Had to tell you off!”
“Mmhm. I remember that.” Catra kisses Adora’s jaw making the blonde close her eyes again, “Do you want to keep going or should we get going?”
“You’re not making it easy to get going, so keep going...” The breathlessness of Adora’s voice and the arching back of her body, giving Catra full access to the blonde’s neck, one that she doesn’t pass up as Catra attaches herself to it, licking and sucking until Adora has to pull her off with a light huff, “Fuck… one more?”
A chuckle escapes Catra, “Sure.”
Adora’s eyes dart around her room for a moment nervously before setting back onto Catra, a blush appearing on her cheeks as Catra grins back at her.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“Nothing!” Adora almost shouts.
Catra looks over to where Adora’s eyes were gazing before, she’s got a pretty good idea what the blonde wants but isn’t going to voice, “Let me up for a sec?”
Reluctantly, Adora releases Catra from her arms. Catra pads over to Adora’s drawers as the blonde’s face goes redder, not really sure if she wants Catra to find what she was longing for or not, but she watches on regardless. As Catra continues to dig through Adora’s drawers, Adora smiles at the sight in front of her, blurting out, “You’re naked.”
Holding up a pair of socks in her hand, Catra stops and looks over to Adora with a smirk, “Well, yeah. I am. And you are too. Problems?”
“Nope. No problems here!” Adora replies with a grin as she blatantly checks out her… girlfriend? Then pulling her blankets over her body to keep warm while Catra continues to search.
“Aha, got it!” Catra hides whatever she’s found behind her back as she makes her way back to the bed quickly and then under the blankets, moving around under the blankets until she’s done and lies on her side with a grin, staring at Adora, “I think I found what you wanted.”
“Wanted?” Adora asks as she feels Catra grab her hand and lead it between her legs, “Oh!”
“Yes?”
“Kiss me first?” Adora nods and pulls Catra closer to her, not waiting for an answer before taking the lead and kissing Catra first, murmuring into Catra’s mouth, “You’re lucky I keep it clean…”
“I am lucky, aren’t I?” Catra smiles into Adora’s lips as she feels the blonde push her onto her back and swing a leg over, “Very lucky.”
Adora begins to pant into Catra’s neck as she grinds herself on her own toy, even though she’s had this strap on for a while, no ones ever used it on her and she’s never been game enough to bring it out in her other encounters, but right now, it feels right. Catra pulls the blanket up over them, keeping the warmth in like a protective bubble they’ve created as Adora presses kisses all over Catra’s face as the other woman laughs below her.
“Yes. You are very lucky.” Adora eventually answers as she continues to grind herself on top of Catra, “…fuck…”
“I know.” Is what is whispered back into Adora’s ear, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Moaning at those words, Adora ducks her face into Catra’s neck as her hips still for a moment, she comes back up and cages Catra in her arms from above, “I’m glad I met you.”
The unstoppable grin on Catra’s face as she shakes her head, “I’m so glad you didn’t sleep with Hunt.”
Catra cackles when Adora scrunches her face up at the thought, “She was just so inappropriate.” Rolling her eyes at the memory, “Besides, pretty sure you would have left me there if I did.”
“Damn right I would have.” Catra declares, “I don’t want her sloppy seconds. Ow!”
Adora pokes Catra shoulder in retaliation, “And it would have been your fault for bringing me there.”
“Fine. Fine.” Catra surrenders, “I shouldn’t have said anything.” Her arms running up and down Adora’s sides as the blonde shivers above her, “So?”
“Hm?”
Catra looks down between their bodies, well, more like, gawking at Adora’s breasts and grins, “Am I taking you for a ride or not?”
“No thanks.” Adora replies smugly, “I think I want to be in control this time.”
Before Catra can make a comeback, Adora rises up and sinks onto the strap, letting out a long sigh when she bottoms out, “Fuck…” is all Catra can say as she watches Adora take the lead, she can’t help but look between their bodies again and just repeats, “Fuck…”
“Mmm…hang on.” Adora breathes out, her eyes are closed as Catra just stares in awe at the beautiful woman on top of her, “Let me just…”
Catra pushes herself up to sit up, much to the surprise of Adora who moans at the movement from both Catra and the strap inside of her, “Sorry… I just, take your time, princess.”
Wrapping her arms around the blonde, pulling her in so Adora’s legs wrap around Catra’s body, the blonde gasping at every movement, Adora finds her face tucked into Catra’s neck again as she adjusts to everything. And then she feels Catra rubbing her cheek against her face and breathing her in, Adora’s heart melts at the how soft Catra really is, how she feels so safe and free when she’s in Catra’s arms it almost brings tears to her eyes. They don’t fall though, but she does sniff.
The sound of Adora sniffing alarms Catra, “Fuck! Shit! Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Adora shakes her head as she cups Catra’s face in both hands, “No. I’m just… this is a lot.”
“Too much?” Catra voice laced with guilt, “We can stop, if it’s too much.”
Sniffing once more before it turns into a giggle as she stops Catra from moving around under her, “Stop, Catra.” She tells her as her eyes rolls back at the feeling of the toy inside her, “I don’t want to stop. Just… stay?”
“Yeah, okay.” Catra says relieved, resting her forehead against Adora’s shoulder, “Just, tell me if something is wrong, okay?”
Adora nods as a moan escapes her, “Yeah. Of course.” Pressing another kiss onto Catra’s lips she pouts a little, “Can we fuck now?”
Catra laughs at that, “Babe, I’m pretty sure we are.” Glancing down between their bodies, Catra shakes her head in disbelief at Adora, “You said you wanted control. So, go ahead. Lead the way.”
Rolling her eyes at Catra and then rolling her hips, Catra takes a deep breath as it the toy rubs her in just the right spot as well, Adora giggles at seeing Catra’s eyes shut when she deliberately rolls her hips a little harder, “How’s that?”
Glaring back at the innocence Adora is playing at, “I think you should take the lead more often.” Catra manages to grit out while trying to pace herself with the sensation.
“You want me to top?” Adora asks with a smirk.
“You are on top, princess.” Catra looks between them, earning her another roll of the eyes from Adora, “Can you hurry up and finish so we can get back to me not getting arrested again?”
“Desperate much?” Adora huffs as she starts to pick up her pace on top of Catra, moaning at the feeling of having Catra’s arms around her whilst she works herself over, “Fuck!”
Catra’s not doing much better underneath, she tries to take her mind off her own pleasure by sucking in one of Adora’s nipples in her mouth, concentrating on licking and sucking as Adora’s head tips back, arching her chest in Catra’s mouth while she continues to ride Catra. Eventually her hips just grind back and forth and no longer up and down as she fastens her pace, the feeling of everything colliding in that moment when she finally falls forward, making both of them tumble back onto the bed, Catra’s hips grinding harder as Adora moans loudly into Catra’s neck as she pulls Catra into her as tight as possible until she can’t take anymore.

…

“Babe? Adora?” Catra presses a kiss onto Adora’s lips as the blonde’s eyes open slowly, “Are you okay?”
“Hm?” A smile on Adora’s face as she comes out of her haze and realises she on her side and facing Catra, the strap no longer inside her and a concerned look on Catra’s face, “I’m good. What happened?”
“I think you fainted? Blacked out maybe?” Catra replies, her face overwhelmingly relieved that Adora is awake and conversing with her, “Have you… done that before?”
“Hm?”
“Blacked out?”
“Did I?” Adora asks trying to see if Catra was messing with her or not, when she can’t find any evidence or deceit in those multicoloured eyes she sighs, “I did, didn’t I?”
Catra nods.
“Fuck…” Adora rolls over onto her back, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay, princess. Next time just… I don’t know… breathe?” Catra rubs the back of her neck, feeling guilty at pushing Adora so far.
“Hey.” Adora rolls back over and winces at how sore she is, before reaching out and letting her thumb rub along Catra’s jaw, “I’m okay.”
“Yeah.” Catra nods as she stares into the blonde’s eyes, “I think I need to go see Traps.”
Adora’s eyes go straight to the bandage on Catra’s shoulder, “Again?”
“No, not that. The sutures stayed in this time.” Catra replies, “I need to talk to her about Emily.”

“Catra! I told you not to continue coitus if you couldn’t stop popping your stitches!” Entrapta scolds the CEO.
Adora turns away, her face turning bright red as Catra rolls her eyes at her friend, “Okay, first of all, my stitches are fine. And second, coitus? Really? Just say sex or fuck?” Entrapta comes around her desk and eyes the sling and Catra’s shoulder, “Besides, I’m not here for that. I need to talk to you about Emily.”
“Emily?” Entrapta says and Emily the robot appears next to the scientist, “She’s right here.”
Shaking her head, “No, the original Emily.” Catra replies, “The real one?”
“But Emily is real.” Entrapta frowns at the accusation.
Catra sighs, “The one that’s made of flesh and blood, Traps. The human Emily.”
“Oh! Oh…” Entrapta’s face drops, “What about Emily?”
“It’s time.” Catra declares, “I need her to come out of hiding to bring an end to HT once and for all.”
“Prime has been arrested…” Entrapta trails off a little.
“Yes. And Shadow Weaver is a vegetable.” Catra adds, “But it doesn’t mean HT won’t try again. We need to bring them down. Bring them all down. Otherwise…” Catra looks over at Adora, “A bullet to my shoulder is not going to be the only thing that’s going to need to be fixed.”
Entrapta hums, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Catra replies, “I know she means a lot to you Traps, but she’s the only one that can bring them down. This is the right time.”
“What do they have on you?” Entrapta asks instead, steering the conversation away as best she could.
“Video footage of the experimental tests.” Catra says rolling her neck, “They’re trying to make it look like I’m the one that killed off the other participants along with HT uniforms.”
“They still had footage?” The surprise in Entrapta’s voice concerning, “You told me there weren’t any cameras in those rooms.”
“I didn’t think there was.” Catra leans up against Entrapta’s messy desk, “It looked like bodycam video. Not the overseeing kind.”
“Hm, right…” Entrapta thinks, “And why do you need Emily?”
The robot next to her beeps in recognition of the name, “Because.” Catra pauses and looks at the robot, “She was there. The whole time. She saw everything.”
“Won’t that be her word against theirs?” Adora asks holding her hand up in the air like if she was in school.
“That is a valid question.” Entrapta agrees as she turns to Catra, “What makes you think anyone will believe her?”
“That’s the least of my concerns right now. Can you help me find her or not?” Catra grumbles before looking up at Entrapta, “I know you want to keep her safe. But she’s just as guilty as those fucks and you know it.”
Entrapta frowns at Catra, the anger not quite directed towards the CEO but it’s just the same as she can’t seem to push it down or out, “It wasn’t her fault!”
“Believe what you want, Traps.” Catra sighs, not wanting to get into an argument over old wounds, “Deep down you know the truth.”
Adora shuffles uncomfortably in the corner as Entrapta quietly fumes. The silence in the room growing more and more awkward as Adora slowly backs out and back into the hallways, closing the door quietly behind her.

Catra comes out of Entrapta’s office, shoulders slumped and her overall demeanour sad.
“How’d it go?” Adora asks softly as she takes Catra’s good hand in hers.
“It’s fine.” Catra replies flatly, “Just, avoid her for a few days to let her calm down.”
“What…?” Sensing this was not something Catra wanted to talk about, Adora nods instead as they head back to Catra’s office. Adora follows Catra into her home and waits as Catra gets into fresh clothes before grabbing her keys, wallet and phone and signalling for Adora to follow her. They take the elevator all the way down to the parking garage and climb into Swift Wind.
“Where we going?” Adora asks.
“Crimson Waste.” Catra replies, “Back to Huntara’s.”
“Okay.”
The 2 hour drive to the Crimson Waste is long as Catra remains quiet and in her own head as Adora tries not to worry over all of this, but finds that she can’t help but feel that way. Catra sighs as she glances over to Adora’s worried eyes, “Stop worrying, princess.”
“I’m not. You are.” Adora retorts, “I’m not the one who’s going to get frown lines soon.”
“Fuck off.” Catra laughs, the sound makes Adora smile, “Sorry, I don’t mean to worry you.”
“It’s kind of hard not to worry about you.” Adora brushes Catra’s short hair around, “Especially since your shoulder is a magnet for bullets.”
Catra chuckles, “Yeah… do you reckon I’ll get a third one before the end of this month?”
“Don’t even joke about that.” Adora scolds, “I don’t want you getting shot again.”
As Catra is about to promise her that she won’t, she stops herself, because, come on, there’s a good chance she will get shot. Instead, she just replies, “I’ll try.”
Catra pulls up to Huntara’s bar, parking in her regular spot as it’s still early and they both hop out. Adora quickly goes to grab Catra’s hand, intertwining her fingers in them, “What?” the blonde asks.
“Nothing.” Catra replies squeezing the blonde’s hand, “Just, surprised is all.”
Adora leans in and presses a quick kiss on Catra’s cheek and smirks, “How about that?”
“Yep.” A grin on Catra’s lips as she leads them inside, opening the door for Adora to enter first and then being pulled in after the blonde. Huntara is behind the bar, watching a Buffy rerun when Catra approaches the bar, “Hey, you know season 3 is the best. Why the fuck are you watching season 6?”
“Fuck off, kid.” Huntara scolds without looking away from her screen, “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Adora peeks over the bar and sees the screen, “Oh, what are you watching?”
Huntara and Catra both turn to Adora with disbelieving looks, “Get out of my bar, blondie.” Huntara seethes.
“What?” Adora steps back at the threat, “Why?”
“Geez, Adora. Don’t insult Huntara like that.” Catra shakes her head with a grin, “It’s sacrilege to come into Hunt’s bar and not pay homage to the blonde vampire slayer known as Buffy.”
Huntara crosses her arms in front of her chest intimidatingly and nods once.
“I’m joking.” Adora nervously says, “Of course I know what you’re watching. How could I miss SMG kicking ass?”
Not satisfied with that, Huntara leans on the bar and eyes Adora, “In the last episode of season 3, how does Buffy kill the mayor and what does the mayor turn into?”
Adora actually sweats as she’s stared down by Huntara to answer. She looks to Catra for help, only for the CEO to lean back on the bar and grin at her. Traitor.
“Tick tock, blondie.” Huntara taunts.
“He, he turns into a snake monster thing and she kills him by leading him back into the library full of explosives. Blowing up the school at the same time.” Adora says quickly as she looks between Huntara and Catra for confirmation.
“Okay, you pass.” Huntara smirks, then nudges Catra harshly, “She’s a keeper. Aren’t you glad I didn’t hook up with her?”
“What?!” Adora sputters out, “I said no to you!”
Catra starts laughing, Huntara joining her not long after, “Calm down, princess.”
“It’s not funny!” Adora pouts, “I’m not some… some, object!”
“Woah!” Huntara backs up, “Didn’t say you were.”
“Babe?” Catra pulls the blonde into her, “I’m sorry. Huntara brings out the worst in me.”
“Hey!” Huntara knocks Catra’s good shoulder harshly, “I do not!”
“Okay…!” Catra says, “Can we go back to why we are actually here?”
The other 2 nod, Catra gets a wink from Huntara upon seeing Catra holding on tightly to Adora, “So? When did this happen?” And then tsking at the CEO, “You know, it’s bad form to sleep with your employees, right?”
“She is not my employee.” Catra replies, “Anymore anyways. And I waited until she wasn’t my employee before we started… you know…”
“Harsh, kid.” Huntara shakes her head before turning to Adora, “I can’t believe she fired you.”
“She didn’t fire me. I quit.” Adora corrects with confidence, “3 times actually. She couldn’t get enough of me.”
Huntara loudly laughs, slapping Adora on the back in the process, almost knocking the pair over, “Good for you, blondie!”
Catra rolls her eyes, “Hunt.” She says trying to bring the focus back to why they were actually there, “Where’s Emily?”
The name makes Huntara stop everything as her eyes quickly lock onto Catra’s, “Why?”
“I need her to clear my name.” Catra replies, “Where is she?”
“She’s at this address.” Huntara writes on a napkin and holds it out to Catra.
Gingerly taking it from Huntara’s fingertips, Catra reads the address, “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“What?” Adora asks, “Where is that?”
“It’s the cemetery.” Catra puts the napkin back on the bar and rubs her face and groans louder, “Fuck!”
“Calm down, kid.” Huntara places a reassuring hand on Catra’s shoulder, “Emily was really sick. She refused help. I couldn’t even get her to drink. Entrapta came out to try to stabalise her once she became unconscious. She just never woke up after that.”
“Great.” Catra scoffed into her hands, “That little psycho friend of Entrapta’s gets to have the last laugh.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Huntara smirks as she heads to her office, returning with a shovel, “Here, Blondie. Since the kid here has a bung shoulder, you’re gonna have to dig for her.”
“Seriously?” Adora looks at Catra, “You want me dig up a grave???”
Catra looks unconvincingly at Huntara, she could read the larger woman and then turns to Adora, “No, princess. She’s just messing with you. If I was you, I’d take the shovel from her right now and whack her in the head with it for messing with you.”
Huntara pulls the shovel back with a laugh, before reaching into her pocket and holding her hand out to Catra instead, “Here.”
“What is it?” Catra asks drawing circles into the bar top with her fingernail, “If it’s another one of your snotty tissues, I don’t want it.”
“Fucking hell, Catra!” Huntara huffs, “Just take it.”
Begrudgingly Catra holds her hand out, as Huntara drops the USB into it, “What is this?”
“Emily.” Huntara replies before walking back to the office, “Now, get the fuck out unless you plan to get wasted and stay the night.”

“What do you think is on the USB?” Adora asks as she drives them back to DE.
“Concentrate on driving, princess.” Catra twirls the USB in her fingers, wishing she had brought her laptop with her, “Are you still good to drive? Want me to take over?”
Adora slaps Catra’s hand away from the steering wheel, “No. I’m good. I’m not letting you drive one handed again. It was scary enough getting up there without having a heart attack.”
Sitting back and rubbing her hand like Adora had slapped an animal paw, Catra proceeded to pout in the passenger seat, “Fine. Just don’t crash.”
“I won’t.” Adora replies, before glancing over to Catra with a bright smile, “I have a really good teacher.”
“Oh yeah?” Catra lightens up a little, “Just good?”
“Fine!” Adora sighs dramatically, “A fucking amazing and hot teacher. Happy?”
“Yes.” Catra grins, “Doesn’t hurt when the teacher is… you know what, no, that’s kind of creepy. I’m just going say, you, princess, are fucking amazing yourself.”
Adora looks forward with a dopey happy smile on her face as she continues to drive them back, checking her mirror and her speed constantly while they traded stories about growing up and what trouble they got into. The drive back to DE goes by quickly and soon they are back in Catra’s office.

“Call Entrapta and Scorpia in here please.” Catra says to Adora as she opens her office door, “And get Sparkle’s mum as well as those 2 detectives. Thanks.”
Adora huffs with her hands on her hips as Catra mentally slaps herself, “Did you forget?”
Catra rushes back out and presses several kisses all over Adora’s face and with a guilty grin, “No?”
“Liar.” Adora shakes her head.
“Sorry babe.” Catra apologises, “Force of habit. I can do it from my office. Forget I said anything.”
Adora pulls Catra back into her, “I’ll let this one slide, for now. Only because you’re still recovering.”
Taking that as a win, Catra quickly pecks a kiss on Adora’s lips and rushes back inside her office yelling over her shoulder, “You’re the best!”
Adora makes the arrangements and slowly everyone called up come into Catra’s office. Scorpia, being the ever helpful person she is, volunteers to grab a few more chairs for everyone, Adora helping her move the furniture around as Entrapta sets up her computer next to Catra’s. The air between the 2 seeming a little frosty still.
Catra leans over and whispers to Entrapta, “I’m sorry, Traps. I didn’t know.”
Entrapta stops typing for a moment, “It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
Nodding, “I’m still, sorry.” Catra sighs as she watches Adora and Scorpia argue over where to move the couch to, “I know she meant a lot to you. I shouldn’t have said what I did. You’re right, it wasn’t her fault.”
Entrapta nods once to Catra, types a little more then stops, “I’m sorry too.”
Catra just nods in acknowledgement.
“If this is what I think it is, it’ll clear you and her!” Entrapta whisper shouts happily to Catra, “What are we doing for snacks?”
Catra laughs at the complete turnaround from her friend, though she probably should have expected it, “Uh, shit, I didn’t organise anything.”
“Oh.” Entrapta’s looks sad before she types something into the computer and then turns back to Catra, “Emily, the robot, will bring up some tiny snacks for us.”
“Great.”
Once everyone has settled inside Catra’s office, a video link is set up with the prison so Prime and his lawyer have access to this new piece of evidence as well as the judge overseeing the case.
“Hello all.” Entrapta welcomes, “I am Entrapta of Dryll Enterprises. In this room with me are Detectives Juliet and Vera, Ms Angella Moon, Scorpia, Catra and Adora. Thank you all for taking time out from your afternoon to view this new piece of evidence.”
“And where did you get this ‘evidence’ from?” Prime interrupts, much to his lawyer’s displeasure, “Was it acquired legally?”
“Where did you pull up that video from?” Catra retorts, “And who edited it?”
Prime glared into the camera, he couldn’t see the others in the room, all he had was vision to the video feed for the USB. “Well, show us this video.”
The judge cuts in, “Please play the video.”
“Okay!” Entrapta beams as she hits play.

The video goes for 6 minutes.
6 minutes of violence.
6 minutes of death.
6 minutes of footage where Catra is clearly left bloodied, bleeding and lifeless on the ground as she’s kicked by HT uniforms leaving the ‘simulation’.
At the end of the video is Emily. A young woman of the same age as Catra, long red hair loose around her face and very thin wearing overalls, similar to Entrapta’s, she’s wearing glasses though, round rimmed glasses that reflect the light at the right angle. Emily puts the camera down, the sound of chains clanging as she goes to check on the participants. Prime steps out from behind one of the doors and places a hand on Emily’s shoulder. What is meant to be reassuring, comes off as possessive and domineering. He leaves and she starts assessing the condition of the participants in relation to the weapons used on them. One by one, she checks over them. None show any signs of life. Not until she reaches Catra. Turning the beaten body over onto her back, Emily gasps, looking directly into the camera in realisation that the experiment did not kill everyone. Catra’s chest weakly rises and falls in her arms as she starts to address the worst of her wounds before the woman realises the camera is still recording and she rushes to turn it off.
Entrapta nudges Catra, “See. I told you.”
Catra nods, “Yeah, you did.”
The video cuts out and then goes black. For a moment everyone is silent. That doesn’t last for long.
“That footage is a fake!” Prime screams out over the feed, “This is all a conspiracy!”
“Wait.” Catra speaks up, “There’s another file on here. Traps, would you do the honour?”
“Yes!” Entrapta opens the file and clicks play.

This video is of Emily. She’s standing next to Catra’s hospital bed, the camera set up on a table nearby, covered with something that resembles a cloth of some sort, possibly a towel.
“Hello. I am Emily.” The voice is robotic, just like how Catra imagines Entrapta’s robots to sound if they were programmed to talk. “This was not supposed to happen. No one was supposed to live. Now Prime has tasked me with disposing of this… participant. I can’t do it though.” She looks into the camera, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep lying to my friend.”

Entrapta’s breath hitched at hearing that.

Emily looks down at Catra with a look of guilt, “I’m sorry.” She says to Catra, cupping her face, “You did not deserve this. No one did. I am a monster.”

Catra turns to Entrapta who is now shaking her head in disbelief. Catra throws her good arm around her friend and pulls her into herself as Entrapta’s tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

Emily stands back from Catra and pulls out a filled syringe, taking the cap off she injects the contents into the IV bag connected to Catra’s arm and then recaps the needle. She turns to the camera one more time, “This ends now.”
The video cuts to black once more.

“Ha!” Prime celebrates, “See! It was not me after all.”
“Hold on.” Entrapta sniffles, interrupting his celebrations, “The video hasn’t finished yet. It’s still running.”
“What?!” Prime yells in disbelief.

The video comes back, it appears to have been covered by Emily’s jacket which she has now taken off or moved out of the way. The camera faces 2 figures in the dimly lit room.
“Emily.” Prime drawls as he pulls up a chair and sits under the light, “Why have you called for us?”
Prime gestures for the second figure to join them and she does, Shadow Weaver.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Emily says flatly, “This was not supposed to happen. This is not what I signed up for.”
“You signed the contract, little sister. You cannot back out of this contract, unless you want to be ruined for the rest of your life.” Prime replies smugly, Shadow Weaver narrows her eyes as a warning.
“It already is ruined.” Emily sighs, “Our technology is meant for the greater good. What you have done… is evil.”
“Evil?” Prime grins showing his teeth, “You think HT is evil? You are our chief scientist, are you not?”
“You lied to me.” Emily calmly says, “This technology is not meant to be used to harm people.”
Prime laughs, “What exactly did you think building these weapons were for?” He laughs again, “Did you take care of our pesky survivor?”
Emily shakes her head, “No. I will not do this anymore.”
“The chains were your idea.” Prime replies, pointing to Emily’s wrists, “You said it was to restrain yourself, but you are just as guilty as the rest of us.”
“Ignorance is no excuse.” Emily sighs again, “I will take whatever responsibility it is for my part. But I am not the head this snake. You are.”
He stands up abruptly from his seat, the chair tips over and crashes loudly to the floor. Shadow Weaver stands but less aggressively and moves towards her. “Enough.” Shadow Weaver hisses, “I will finish off the survivor.”
“You can’t.” Emily looks up at Shadow Weaver.
“And why is that?” Prime walks over and looms over her as well, “Why!? Speak!” His hand comes down in a fist, knocking Emily out of her chair, the camera shakes at the impact as she lies stunned on the floor, breathing heavily at the impact. Prime stands over her, hands now behind his back, “Why?”
“Catra has the last of the serum injected into her.” Emily finally answers, “You cannot kill her.”
“No.” Prime shakes his head, “We might not be able to kill her, but we can get rid of you.”’
Shadow Weaver leans over and pulls Emily back onto her feet, “How dare you cross us.”
Struggling in Shadow Weaver’s grip, the camera shaking rapidly, “Stop.” Emily pleads.
“When I have finished reprogramming you, Catra will wish she had never met you and your treacherous ways.” Shadow Weaver grins evilly at the camera.
Emily struggles to get free of Shadow Weaver’s grip, inadvertently ending the video in the process.

The judge clears his throat, “Where is this, Emily?”
“She’s dead, sir.” Catra answers flatly, “And buried.”
“Okay.” He replies solemnly, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, well, at least she died free.” Catra replies as she holds Entrapta a little tighter against her body.
“Well, I will need time to go through this new evidence.” The judge finally settles on, “Please ensure the original copy is given to the detectives. Goodnight.”
The feed is cut with the sound of Prime arguing with his lawyer.
Scorpia rushes over and envelops both Catra and Entrapta in a big hug, Catra lets herself sink into it, “We’re okay, big gal.”
Letting go of Entrapta, Scorpia pulls the scientist back into her protectively as the detectives approach the desk. Catra pulls out the USB and hands it over to Detective Juliet, “Here, keep it safe.”
She nods, “We’ll be in contact.” Then both of them head out, Scorpia and Entrapta escorting them out to the elevators.
“Well.” Angella stands up from her seat on the couch next to Adora, “I think the ball is now back in their court.” A wry smile on Angella’s face, “Were you able to prove the footage on the other video is fake?”
“Yes.” Entrapta interrupts rushing back into Catra’s office, “I can go over it with the police or during the trial if you like.”
“I think I’ll have you explain it directly to the court when the time comes.” Angella nods to Entrapta, “I believe you will have me bamboozled if you explain it to me now.” Everyone is taken off-guard by Angella’s chuckle, “Okay, I will let you know if there’s anything else I may need, but otherwise, I will be heading off to meet my daughter for dinner.”
“Say hi to Glimmer for me.” Adora hugs Angella, “And tell her not to forget about the ball.”
Angella laughs and nods, “Of course.” She turns to the rest of the group, “Have a good night.”
The DE group farewell Angella, Adora walking her best friend’s mum out and to the elevator as the SPT hang back in Catra’s office. When Adora returns, the trio are digging into Entrapta’s tiny snacks, “Where were these during the meeting?”
“We forgot!” Entrapta happily provides, “Have some!”
Catra swallows her mouthful, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, “Did you get a backup of the USB?”
“Of course!” Entrapta replies, slightly offended by the question, “I believe we have provided Angella with what they call a ‘slam dunk’ case.”
They all laugh and eat until the other pair leaves. Adora stays the night again.

The DE ball rolls around again. After the video footage was reviewed, Prime pleaded guilty to all charges and the police moved to shut down Horde Tech, raiding the company and coming out with 3 truck loads of boxes filled with evidence, along with several arrests from the major players in Horde Tech. Angella updated the team to let them know they were still awaiting sentencing. Entrapta made a big business decision and bought out HT, taking apart the company and had rebranded it to Emily 2.0. It was basically Entrapta’s building to use for her experiments when Catra and Scorpia had deemed it too dangerous to hold at DE.
“Hey.” Adora’s voice cut through Catra’s thoughts as they danced together in the middle of the dance floor, “Are you okay?”
Catra snaps out of her reverie and looks Adora up and down with a genuine smile and a nod, “I like your dress.”
“Yeah? Some fancy shmancy CEO bought it for me, even after I told her not to. Do you know where I could find her?” Adora teased as she did a small twirl in her red dress that looked similar to the one that took Catra’s breath away when she wore something like this after the night they spent together in the Crimson Waste.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Catra laughs as they sway together along to the slow song currently playing, Adora playing with Catra’s collar as she takes in Catra’s maroon suit from last week.
“Well, that’s too bad.” Adora leans into Catra, “I wanted to pay her back.”
“I could do some detective work and find her for you.” Catra whispered into Adora’s ear, making the blonde giggle and then twirled her away and then back into her, “Oh, look, I found your mysterious donor.”
Adora rolled her eyes at Catra but couldn’t stop the smile from growing wider, “Oh, there you are!”
Catra leant in to press a kiss to Adora’s lips, only to be met with a hand between them, “What the…?!”
“Glimmer!” Adora whines, “What are you doing?”
“Save it for the bedroom, would ya?” Glimmer scolds the pair, “There are children present.”
“No, there aren’t.” Catra replies with a sigh at having the mood ruined, “Besides, I’m paying for this party, so, I think I’m allowed to make out with my girlfriend on the dance floor if I want to. Fuck, go stop Perfuma and Scorp over there!”
Glimmer looks over and sees the pair sweetly kissing, “Their kissing is PG. Yours is not. Keep it in your pants.”
“Calm down, Sparkles.” Catra groans, “What’s up with you? Your boy, Bow not keeping you satisfied?”
At the mention of Bow, the man himself pops up, “Oh, hi guys!”
“Bow!” Adora has never been so happy to see him, “Can you please cut Glimmer off?”
“Oh.” Bow awkwardly laughs, “Sorry about her.” He pulls her into his arms, and they sway along to the music as Glimmer dozes off a little against his shoulder, “She’s had a bit to drink already, huh?”
“I thought you were watching her.” Adora shakes her head as Glimmer smiles into Bow’s shoulder with her eyes shut.
“Yeah, well, I was chatting to Entrapta and she got away from me.” Bow explains tiredly and then quickly changes the subject, “You guys look really good.”
“Thanks.” Catra preens as she shows Adora off, twirling the blonde as Adora rolls her eyes at the act, “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Yeah.” Bow agrees, “Thanks for inviting us!”
“No problems.” Catra waves him off as he helps Glimmer off the dance floor and onto a chair while he quickly tries fetches water for her while Angella shakes her head with a smile at her daughter’s antics. Catra turns back to Adora, “Sparkles is a mean drunk, huh?”
Giggling back in Catra’s arms, “Yeah, she is.” Adora wraps her wraps around Catra neck, “Your shoulder feeling alright?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of stiff, but it doesn’t hurt as much.” Catra looks at her shoulder, “It’s healing well since the stitches got taken out.”
“Okay.” Adora leans her head on Catra’s good shoulder and sighs happily.
“Oh, hello kitten.” DT saunters over in their sparkliest get up they find, “So? What do you think?”
“It looks great, DT.” Catra replies as she looks around the room, “You’ve outdone yourself.”
“Thank you, thank you.” DT bows, collecting the accolades from Catra, “I see you have security stepped up tonight as well.”
“Well, yeah.” Catra replies, “After last time, it was kind of a given.”
“Lonnie still sulking about it?” DT pretends to inspect their nails, “She was pretty upset she didn’t get to shoot anyone.”
Rolling her eyes at DT, “I don’t know. She seemed more pissed when I spoke to her after the incident last week. Had some choice words for some of the guards on duty that night, that’s for sure.” Catra eyes DT, “She also said that you had a go at her as well.”
DT feigns hurt at the accusation, “Ouch, kitten. I did no such thing.”
“I heard differently.” Catra sighs, “Or did you forget this is a tech company with cameras in all public areas?”
DT purses their lips for a moment before throwing their hands up, “Okay, fine. Yes, I may have said some rather, not nice things to her. But could you blame me?”
“It wasn’t her fault.” Catra defends. “Prime and Shadow Weaver literally took out a few of her guards.”
“Hmm, that sounds like a Lonnie issue though, doesn’t it?” DT snarks back, “Do you have any idea how much work goes into an event like this, kitten?”
“Yes. I am very aware.” Catra exhales loudly, “She feels bad enough as it is, cut her some slack. Her team are the front line, and she lost some good crew there.”
“Fine.” DT rolls their eyes, “I’ll, be less… me.”
Catra laughs at that, “You couldn’t be less you even if you tried, DT.”
“True… very true.” DT thinks to themselves, “Fine, I will be civil towards Lonnie. I guess if it wasn’t for her, the police wouldn’t have been so heavily armed.”
“No.” Catra agrees, “Besides, she held off most of the HT uniforms in the lobby before the police stormed in. So, yeah, cut her some slack.”
Just at that moment, Lonnie pushes her way through, “I heard you talking about me.”
Catra chuckles when she sees Lonnie glare at DT, “I was only saying nice things about you, darling.” DT steps back, giving some space between them.
“Hey Lon.” Catra greets as she continues to sway with Adora in her arms.
Lonnie stares at her and shakes her head, “Fucking your EA. That’s low, Cat, even for you.”
“Hey!” Catra protests, “She’s not my EA.”
“Whatever.” Lonnie chuckles, punching Catra’s good shoulder, “Good on you for snagging a decent one.”
“Ow, okay… thanks?” Catra glares at Lonnie.
Lonnie turns to Adora, “I’m glad someone put her in her place. Nice one.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Adora takes the compliment in her stride as Lonnie nods approvingly.
“Seriously Cat, don’t fuck this up.” Lonnie warns with a pointed finger, “I don’t want a repeat of the last time where you nearly set the building on fire.”
“Oh, for fucks sake, Lon. That was one time. One!” Catra protests as Adora giggles in her arms, “You look nice.”
Lonnie looks down at her dress and raises an eyebrow, “Don’t you dare think about hitting on me.”
“Fuck off!” Catra snorts.
“Fuck you.” Lonnie throws back as she nods to her and departs.
“Well, I best be off too.” DT comes back into the fray, “Lots more people to meet and more people to mingle with. Toodles!”
Catra watches them leave and shakes her head at how she had managed to hire these people in the first place. Adora pulls Catra tighter into herself, “Your staff are something…”
“Yeah, they are.” Catra replies as she spots Starla, “Reckon Starla wants a stint as my new EA?”
Adora snorts back a laugh, “You do not want her to be your EA.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Mm, I guess.” Catra rubs her cheek against Adora’s, “You do set a pretty high bar…”
“Ha!” Adora laughs, “Like I said, you don’t need an EA.”
“What are you going to do now that your investigation is over?” Catra asks softly.
Adora shrugs, “I don’t know. I guess wherever they send me next.”
“Is that what you want to do?” Catra questions as the music changes to something a little more upbeat and they break apart slightly so they can move a little more quickly, “You know you don’t have to work if you’re with me, right?”
“I’m not leaching off you, Catra.” Adora rolls her eyes, “Besides I like my job.”
“Okay.”
“But…” Adora leans in again, ignoring the music’s up pace beats, “I believe you said something about a holiday?”
A grin spreads across Catra’s face as she nods slowly, “Whatever you want. I’m due to for one.”
“Good. Should I put it in your schedule?” Adora asks seriously and reaching for Catra’s phone in her pant pocket.
Catra raises her eyebrow at the blonde, “You are not my EA anymore, princess. So just relax, would you? I’ll let the others know on Monday when I plan to take some time off, cool?”
“Yeah, okay.” Adora smiles at Catra, “I’ll work on breaking my bad habit of being your EA.”
They both laugh as they continue to dance together with the occasional interruption from a co-worker, acquaintance or just someone who wanted to say hello. Eventually the music slows down again and Adora yawns as she leans forward into Catra, nuzzling happily into her neck.
“Hey, Adora?” Catra whispers into the blonde’s ear.
“Hm?”
“Do you want to sneak into the ‘supplies’ room in my office?” Catra grins and before Adora can answer, Catra’s pulling Adora along with her, making a beeline to the elevators, laughing all the way. As Catra pulls Adora up against her in the elevator, she presses a kiss on the blonde’s lips and whispers, “I love you.”
Adora beams as she kisses Catra back with more intensity before finally pulling apart once they get to the top floor and Catra leads them through the ‘supplies’ door, Adora kisses Catra one more time, resting her forehead on Catra’s and then whispering back, “I love you too. Now get me out of this dress that CEO bought me so I can repay her.”
A smirk on Catra’s face as she replies, “With pleasure.”