But then Catra leans in so close, her voice low and urgent, pupils blown wide in the dark. And the words die on Adora's tongue.
She feels like a cornered animal, a deer caught in headlights. Her heart is slamming itself so hard against her ribcage that she fears it'll crack.
She can't believe Catra's making her ask for it.
"Everywhere. Anywhere. Look, I don't know about this stuff, okay? Just... the same way you touch yourself."
It's like raking coals over her tongue, having to give voice to the notion that up until the night before had been unthinkable. The tension in her body is built up so high, a kettle seconds from boiling, and it's so much, so much that her whole body is shaking with it.
Her hand closes over Catra's wrist, planting her palm over the base of her stomach, where all that crackling, swarming tension takes root. She can't ask for anything more than this. She doesn't know how.
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But then Catra leans in so close, her voice low and urgent, pupils blown wide in the dark. And the words die on Adora's tongue.
She feels like a cornered animal, a deer caught in headlights. Her heart is slamming itself so hard against her ribcage that she fears it'll crack.
She can't believe Catra's making her ask for it.
"Everywhere. Anywhere. Look, I don't know about this stuff, okay? Just... the same way you touch yourself."
It's like raking coals over her tongue, having to give voice to the notion that up until the night before had been unthinkable. The tension in her body is built up so high, a kettle seconds from boiling, and it's so much, so much that her whole body is shaking with it.
Her hand closes over Catra's wrist, planting her palm over the base of her stomach, where all that crackling, swarming tension takes root. She can't ask for anything more than this. She doesn't know how.
"Catra-- please?"