Not for the first time, Catra's scarring cuts deep. The I hate you is almost soul-destroying (Catra hadn't said it out loud before, and she tells herself it's for someone else, but it doesn't work; the words packed with loathing that will forever be Adora's to bear), and the visceral pain of having her wounds ground into before they've even fully stopped bleeding starts a fresh pounding in her skull. It'd break her heart, if she hadn't already glued it back together once with Bow and Glimmer's help, stronger than ever before.
Instantly, Adora decides that she won't give Catra the satisfaction of hearing her scream again. She grits her teeth hard enough that they might crack, her whole body going rigid, but she holds it in, reducing the cries from last time to a furious, hissed-out breath. Not a victory, but not a loss, either.
"Oh, did I make you angry?" Because she's made Adora furious. She's skirting the line, and she knows it, but she has to get this out of her system somehow, to be honest with her mouth while her body does nothing but lie, just by being who she is. "You're not going to win, Catra. Not now, or ever."
Adora doesn't expect to get away with this permanently. She's sure Catra will figure out sooner or later that she's been tricked, but the longer she can go without Catra knowing what she's discovered here, the better. If Catra actually tries to kill her, or has her banished, her advantage won't last the day. She needs to get out of here with their relationship still intact, whatever it is, and hope that Catra's white-hot rage and bitterness keeps her from bringing this up with them anytime soon.
So she pours water on the fires of resistance burning inside her, leaving the embers alive for another time; ignores the sharp pain as she jerks her head out of Catra's grasp, the discomfort nothing compared to the growing anguish in her shoulder that Adora's not sure will ever fade completely. She'll fight through it if she has to, just like she fought through the devastation she felt seeing Catra facing her from across the battlefield for the first time, until it almost stopped registering.
Whoever she's supposed to be doesn't have the casual intimate knowledge that comes with years of knowing someone, of sharing the same bed, of being everything to each other. Back then, Adora never knew there could be more than what she and Catra already had, but now that she does, she can re-purpose some of that knowledge, some of that experience. She knows the weak point at the base of Catra's tail, for instance, so she digs her nails into it hard in the narrow space between fur and the metal of the crates. Her head lowers again, and she does what Catra seemingly wants from her--sucks the skin around her nipple into her mouth, ignoring the taste of wet fur--all while deliberately bouncing her thigh in an uneven rhythm, both as a way to burn off nervous energy and to catch her off guard. To distract her from the things only Adora could know.
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Instantly, Adora decides that she won't give Catra the satisfaction of hearing her scream again. She grits her teeth hard enough that they might crack, her whole body going rigid, but she holds it in, reducing the cries from last time to a furious, hissed-out breath. Not a victory, but not a loss, either.
"Oh, did I make you angry?" Because she's made Adora furious. She's skirting the line, and she knows it, but she has to get this out of her system somehow, to be honest with her mouth while her body does nothing but lie, just by being who she is. "You're not going to win, Catra. Not now, or ever."
Adora doesn't expect to get away with this permanently. She's sure Catra will figure out sooner or later that she's been tricked, but the longer she can go without Catra knowing what she's discovered here, the better. If Catra actually tries to kill her, or has her banished, her advantage won't last the day. She needs to get out of here with their relationship still intact, whatever it is, and hope that Catra's white-hot rage and bitterness keeps her from bringing this up with them anytime soon.
So she pours water on the fires of resistance burning inside her, leaving the embers alive for another time; ignores the sharp pain as she jerks her head out of Catra's grasp, the discomfort nothing compared to the growing anguish in her shoulder that Adora's not sure will ever fade completely. She'll fight through it if she has to, just like she fought through the devastation she felt seeing Catra facing her from across the battlefield for the first time, until it almost stopped registering.
Whoever she's supposed to be doesn't have the casual intimate knowledge that comes with years of knowing someone, of sharing the same bed, of being everything to each other. Back then, Adora never knew there could be more than what she and Catra already had, but now that she does, she can re-purpose some of that knowledge, some of that experience. She knows the weak point at the base of Catra's tail, for instance, so she digs her nails into it hard in the narrow space between fur and the metal of the crates. Her head lowers again, and she does what Catra seemingly wants from her--sucks the skin around her nipple into her mouth, ignoring the taste of wet fur--all while deliberately bouncing her thigh in an uneven rhythm, both as a way to burn off nervous energy and to catch her off guard. To distract her from the things only Adora could know.