"You're making it hard," Adora whines, though she really doesn't have it in her to pose it as an honest complaint. Too comfortable. Too happy.
Be that as it may, her body is gearing towards sleep whether she likes it or not -- her arms are little more than lumps of jello around Catra at this point, and her eyes can only stay open for a few seconds at a time.
But she's just about awake enough for Catra's last kiss to register, the one that hits off-mark. Adora's lips twitch up with it. She's not even sure whether or not it's on purpose, but she likes it just the same.
"You're good," she mumbles, the words scattering from her head as she limply grabs for them. But it's fine. Close enough. "Feels good."
Catra's not the one who interrupted sleep time with a story about her near-death hallucination. And now that she's heard Adora's, sleep is the furthest thing from Catra's mind.
(She stubbornly closes her mouth against the next yawn that wants to come out.)
Even though she's caught her second (more like fourth, at this rate) wind, Catra does her best to wind down. Adora really needs the sleep, she reminds herself as she shimmies down a little so she can rest her head against Adora's shoulder. Adora's had a very long day. Adora's used a lot of magic. Adora's exhausted.
Her ears twitch, listening to her breathing and heartbeat both slow. It's only once they've evened out that she finally feels brave enough to press a kiss against against Adora's skin, and to breathe out the "thanks for coming back for me" that's been stuck in her throat for too long now.
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Be that as it may, her body is gearing towards sleep whether she likes it or not -- her arms are little more than lumps of jello around Catra at this point, and her eyes can only stay open for a few seconds at a time.
But she's just about awake enough for Catra's last kiss to register, the one that hits off-mark. Adora's lips twitch up with it. She's not even sure whether or not it's on purpose, but she likes it just the same.
"You're good," she mumbles, the words scattering from her head as she limply grabs for them. But it's fine. Close enough. "Feels good."
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(She stubbornly closes her mouth against the next yawn that wants to come out.)
Even though she's caught her second (more like fourth, at this rate) wind, Catra does her best to wind down. Adora really needs the sleep, she reminds herself as she shimmies down a little so she can rest her head against Adora's shoulder. Adora's had a very long day. Adora's used a lot of magic. Adora's exhausted.
Her ears twitch, listening to her breathing and heartbeat both slow. It's only once they've evened out that she finally feels brave enough to press a kiss against against Adora's skin, and to breathe out the "thanks for coming back for me" that's been stuck in her throat for too long now.
And then, finally, she can sleep.