With a gasp, Adora's forced onto her back, and Catra's weight is pinning her down before she can wriggle away. So much for her great avoidance plan. In hindsight, no, it wasn't too likely that she'd get away with it.
"No, Catra, I'm not sick. Quit it." She can feel her face heating up beneath Catra's palm, and she swats at it, tilting her head away from that fussy hand and scrutinizing gaze. In a matter of seconds, her heart's doubled its pace-- is that just going to happen all the time now? How did something so familiar, so comforting as Catra's touch gain this effect on her?
What if Catra's right, and she is sick? What if she's on her way to heart failure and she hasn't realized because she's too busy obsessing over this-- this people touching each other thing?
That would be the dumbest way to die.
"... Or maybe I am coming down with something," she admits through her teeth, squinting her eyes at an unspecified point in the dark. "I don't know. Clearly there's something wrong with me."
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With a gasp, Adora's forced onto her back, and Catra's weight is pinning her down before she can wriggle away. So much for her great avoidance plan. In hindsight, no, it wasn't too likely that she'd get away with it.
"No, Catra, I'm not sick. Quit it." She can feel her face heating up beneath Catra's palm, and she swats at it, tilting her head away from that fussy hand and scrutinizing gaze. In a matter of seconds, her heart's doubled its pace-- is that just going to happen all the time now? How did something so familiar, so comforting as Catra's touch gain this effect on her?
What if Catra's right, and she is sick? What if she's on her way to heart failure and she hasn't realized because she's too busy obsessing over this-- this people touching each other thing?
That would be the dumbest way to die.
"... Or maybe I am coming down with something," she admits through her teeth, squinting her eyes at an unspecified point in the dark. "I don't know. Clearly there's something wrong with me."