Catra's done a lot of laughing today, but this one comes low and breathy and gets replaced by a quiet noise from the top of her throat that is not at all needy when Adora's fingers stroke beneath her chin and jaw. She's not even conscious of her breathing coming faster, nor the shift of her legs or curve of her back when Adora's hand runs down her neck and across her collar. Catra's wonderings had been right, she'd been so right. She absolutely should have allowed this sooner, the her of even earlier today had been such a complete moron for holding herself back from it.
And the double-attention to her ears. That's just. That's real good, so good she can't remember that Adora's frankness about her voice was what had sparked the warm glow of laughter in her, so good she mindlessly follows the ebb and flow of Adora's hands as they move. She doesn't even try to keep her eyes open at that point, lets them flutter closed as the tickles and tingles and sparks flow through her. The only thing she does is allow her hands to mindlessly reach to knead her fingers into Adora's hair again, wanting her to take the hint for a kiss.
Adora's talking again, and one ear twitches in recognition of her voice as Catra's brain sluggishly tries to keep up. It takes a moment longer to parse it, but Catra's tongue wets her lips. She remembers it from earlier, the curl of Adora's fingers between her stomach and hip, and yeah. Yeah, Adora can pet her there.
"I don't care," is what she says; loose and low, pressing her ear into Adora's hand as her shoulders lift in a vague shrug. She cracks her eyes open enough to squint at her for a brief moment before they close again, and she nuzzles into Adora's hand in full, nipping at her palm. She'll keep this one up here, Adora can have the other one. "Do whatever you want."
But then her nose wrinkles, and her eyes squint open again; her cheeks scrunching them up into a weak glare. Adora's just promised not to do it, but Catra feels the need to reiterate after giving her free rein, enunciating as clearly as she can through her own rumbling: "I will kill you if you even think about tickling me again."
And then she will also never trust Adora with her stomach ever again, which come to think of it, probably would have been the more effective threat.
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And the double-attention to her ears. That's just. That's real good, so good she can't remember that Adora's frankness about her voice was what had sparked the warm glow of laughter in her, so good she mindlessly follows the ebb and flow of Adora's hands as they move. She doesn't even try to keep her eyes open at that point, lets them flutter closed as the tickles and tingles and sparks flow through her. The only thing she does is allow her hands to mindlessly reach to knead her fingers into Adora's hair again, wanting her to take the hint for a kiss.
Adora's talking again, and one ear twitches in recognition of her voice as Catra's brain sluggishly tries to keep up. It takes a moment longer to parse it, but Catra's tongue wets her lips. She remembers it from earlier, the curl of Adora's fingers between her stomach and hip, and yeah. Yeah, Adora can pet her there.
"I don't care," is what she says; loose and low, pressing her ear into Adora's hand as her shoulders lift in a vague shrug. She cracks her eyes open enough to squint at her for a brief moment before they close again, and she nuzzles into Adora's hand in full, nipping at her palm. She'll keep this one up here, Adora can have the other one. "Do whatever you want."
But then her nose wrinkles, and her eyes squint open again; her cheeks scrunching them up into a weak glare. Adora's just promised not to do it, but Catra feels the need to reiterate after giving her free rein, enunciating as clearly as she can through her own rumbling: "I will kill you if you even think about tickling me again."
And then she will also never trust Adora with her stomach ever again, which come to think of it, probably would have been the more effective threat.