Catra has been so good at keeping her claws to herself during all of this, which seems to have been a mistake. Maybe if she'd scratched Adora up a bit, she would have remembered to stay out of biting range.
Normally Catra enjoys Adora's fingers on that part of her body, but the usually favourable sensation is now unbearable, and her hip tries to dart back; only succeeding in her wriggling her back against the ground with a sharp, laugh-tinged gasp. Her ear flickers wildly as Adora speaks near it, even the closeness of her voice enough to make it feel tickled for literally no reason, and then Adora gives it one when that puff of air glances off of it.
The noise that leaves Catra's mouth is not dignified, something like a catch of her breath that hooks on a giggle and somehow then just turns into a weird squeaky whine; but surely Adora won't be remembering much of it anyway, since Catra's reaction - unthinking, instinctual, old habit - is to dart up the small distance, all of the tickling and stimulation too overwhelming, to bite her in a quick and decisive snap of teeth.
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Normally Catra enjoys Adora's fingers on that part of her body, but the usually favourable sensation is now unbearable, and her hip tries to dart back; only succeeding in her wriggling her back against the ground with a sharp, laugh-tinged gasp. Her ear flickers wildly as Adora speaks near it, even the closeness of her voice enough to make it feel tickled for literally no reason, and then Adora gives it one when that puff of air glances off of it.
The noise that leaves Catra's mouth is not dignified, something like a catch of her breath that hooks on a giggle and somehow then just turns into a weird squeaky whine; but surely Adora won't be remembering much of it anyway, since Catra's reaction - unthinking, instinctual, old habit - is to dart up the small distance, all of the tickling and stimulation too overwhelming, to bite her in a quick and decisive snap of teeth.