Catra crumples around her, burying Adora in her smell and warmth, and it's stifling enough that her lungs have to strain for breath, now-- but at the same time Adora can't bring herself to protest. For a moment, she can't bring herself to do much of anything. Catra's just, all over her, and all around her, and even thoughts of the shower slip from Adora's mind.
"What in the world are you cadets doing?"
"Ah! Gah!" Adora lurches upright, forcing Catra down onto her lap with the harshness of the movement. "Nothing, Force Captain Octavia!"
From outside the door, Octavia looks down at them with her hands on her hips and a disapproving scowl. Adora can't even begin to imagine how they must look like now, and the thought makes her swallow, face rapidly gaining heat.
"I was just--" She attempts some frantic measure of damage control, petting her tousled hair hastily into place. "Getting Catra to her shower. You know how that goes." She scoops Catra up with both arms, lifting herself onto her feet and taking her with her. "We were just going in! Yup. Nothing to see here." And she plants Catra by the nearest stall, twisting the tap to get the water running.
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"What in the world are you cadets doing?"
"Ah! Gah!" Adora lurches upright, forcing Catra down onto her lap with the harshness of the movement. "Nothing, Force Captain Octavia!"
From outside the door, Octavia looks down at them with her hands on her hips and a disapproving scowl. Adora can't even begin to imagine how they must look like now, and the thought makes her swallow, face rapidly gaining heat.
"I was just--" She attempts some frantic measure of damage control, petting her tousled hair hastily into place. "Getting Catra to her shower. You know how that goes." She scoops Catra up with both arms, lifting herself onto her feet and taking her with her. "We were just going in! Yup. Nothing to see here." And she plants Catra by the nearest stall, twisting the tap to get the water running.