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"Catra! Stop it, it's for your own good! Ow!"

At the end of a long day of training, Adora is tired, sore, and wants little more than to take a shower and throw herself onto her bed. Wrangling a furious Catra into the showers with her was not on the agenda tonight, until a bot that hadn't been fixed quite right (thanks, Kyle) sprung a leak and sprayed them both with motor oil.

Now, the issue with Catra is that she's willing to shower exactly twice weekly, and both opportunities have passed. But Adora is not going to let her walk around reeking of motor oil until Monday. She's got her arms full of Catra and she's not letting go, no matter how Catra squirms, scratches, bites. In the ten minutes since she's initiated this endeavor, Adora has barely made it two steps into the showers, but her dedication to the cause and can-do attitude have always been cited as two of her strongest points as a cadet.

As they struggle and yell, Lonnie steps around the two of them on her way to the sleeping quarters, and offers Adora a sympathetic nod: "Good luck."

Adora grits her teeth.

"Look! In the time you've spent throwing your tantrum, Lonnie's already finished showering! We could've been done here!"

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"... Okay."

She doesn't know why that suddenly felt like the most important question in the world, but only once she hears that 'no' can Adora settle back down. She just-- can't even imagine Catra with someone else's hands on her. Raking fingers through her fur as they stroke down her body, over her sensitive stomach, making her back arch and her hips lift--

--Oh. She's imagining it.

With nowhere else to hide, Adora quickly plants her face against Catra's neck again. Before she can see it in her eyes, the way she did before. She just hopes she can't tell how hot her cheeks burn.

"Let's-- let's just sleep. You can keep telling me about all this stuff tomorrow."

Adora finally settles down, again; and Catra breathes another sigh, again.

"Sure that's all?" She asks wryly. Because knowing Adora, it's going to be a whole two minutes before she startles herself with another panicked thought (--and why is she panicking) and they'll be right back here all over again.

"That's all. I'm fine. I'm fine."

Adora's ready to not be awake anymore. She just wants to close her eyes, fall into a dark dreamless sleep, and pray that her brain miraculously processes all this by morning. Even she's tired of her own panicking, of her heart in her throat, of the twisting in the pit of her stomach.

Tomorrow will be a new day, and she'll be just fine.

"Good night, Catra."

Catra waits another moment past the assurances, just to make sure. And she still doesn't believe Adora's 'good night', but she still shuffles anyway; shifting her shoulders to make herself more comfortable, keeping her hands still pressed to Adora to assure her she's in the right place.

It's not often that Catra makes herself purr, but it's seemed to -- help, once or twice before, in getting Adora to settle down. So, hesitantly, Catra looks for that part of herself; and a quiet, awkward rumble begins low in her throat, as her fingers resume their careful kneading of Adora's back.

"Yeah," she murmurs, trying not to sound as awkward as she feels. "Good night."