Adora really does make it better, with her lips and her hands and the press of her body all along Catra's. Before long she's fallen into it again, wholly absorbed in just kissing her; breathing her in, tasting her. Feeling the taut lines of her hair as Catra's hand brushes up to rest on her head, holding her in place. Catra doesn't want it to end. Adora makes her feel so -- content, so loved. She just wants to bask in it forever. At some point her tail twines around Adora's leg, keeping her there. Making sure she stays.
They do need to breathe though, and Catra's eyes remain closed as she leans into Adora's hand again, uncaring how obviously close to a nuzzle it is. Adora's taken her frustration and upset and replaced them with comforting warmth, and Catra's heart just about aches with love for her, rising in expression through a purr that's deep and full-bodied and as always, just for Adora.
It's when Adora tells her that she fits in that she cracks one eye open, and then the other, raising an eyebrow as she does. And then the other. That kiss must have melted Adora's brain as surely as it did Catra's. She could tease her about it, but it's endearing, and the amused smirk curling at one side of her mouth ought to do it well enough anyway.
A smirk that falters in surprise as she blinks, caught off-guard by Adora's choice of descriptor. Her ears tilt in embarrassment, and Catra's chest burns, and though there's a flush on her face to match Adora's she can't look away from her, open and exposed with widened eyes and feeling kind of small in the moment. 'Pretty' isn't a word used to describe things in the Horde, at least not kindly, and it makes her stomach flutter weirdly, unsure how to take it but liking the feeling it gives her all the same.
"I love you." Catra hears the words drag up from her own throat, hoarse with honesty and some sort of emotion, and blinks again in surprise as her teeth close on her lip. It's not so bad though, right? To let herself get caught up in the moment? Adora smiling, beautiful and soft and blue eyes shining in the glow. The only person who's ever really mattered, illuminated by the light of the trees, looking at Catra like she's the one she defended Etheria for. Like all along, Catra was the only thing she'd ever wanted.
It isn't bad at all, and when Catra leans up to kiss her again it's drawing her in only to yield, heart too full and sore, asking silently for the protection Adora's always given. This is the first time she hasn't run from the feeling of vulnerability; the first time she hasn't closed off from it with an embarrassed shove and something to change the mood. She doesn't know what to do with it except lean into Adora more firmly, kiss her more gently, press her fingers against her hair and massage, requesting in every action the thing she knows Adora will always do without thinking: she'll take care of her.
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They do need to breathe though, and Catra's eyes remain closed as she leans into Adora's hand again, uncaring how obviously close to a nuzzle it is. Adora's taken her frustration and upset and replaced them with comforting warmth, and Catra's heart just about aches with love for her, rising in expression through a purr that's deep and full-bodied and as always, just for Adora.
It's when Adora tells her that she fits in that she cracks one eye open, and then the other, raising an eyebrow as she does. And then the other. That kiss must have melted Adora's brain as surely as it did Catra's. She could tease her about it, but it's endearing, and the amused smirk curling at one side of her mouth ought to do it well enough anyway.
A smirk that falters in surprise as she blinks, caught off-guard by Adora's choice of descriptor. Her ears tilt in embarrassment, and Catra's chest burns, and though there's a flush on her face to match Adora's she can't look away from her, open and exposed with widened eyes and feeling kind of small in the moment. 'Pretty' isn't a word used to describe things in the Horde, at least not kindly, and it makes her stomach flutter weirdly, unsure how to take it but liking the feeling it gives her all the same.
"I love you." Catra hears the words drag up from her own throat, hoarse with honesty and some sort of emotion, and blinks again in surprise as her teeth close on her lip. It's not so bad though, right? To let herself get caught up in the moment? Adora smiling, beautiful and soft and blue eyes shining in the glow. The only person who's ever really mattered, illuminated by the light of the trees, looking at Catra like she's the one she defended Etheria for. Like all along, Catra was the only thing she'd ever wanted.
It isn't bad at all, and when Catra leans up to kiss her again it's drawing her in only to yield, heart too full and sore, asking silently for the protection Adora's always given. This is the first time she hasn't run from the feeling of vulnerability; the first time she hasn't closed off from it with an embarrassed shove and something to change the mood. She doesn't know what to do with it except lean into Adora more firmly, kiss her more gently, press her fingers against her hair and massage, requesting in every action the thing she knows Adora will always do without thinking: she'll take care of her.