Catra knows her so well, and the purr that vibrates through her throat at the acknowledgement is deep and satisfied and continues even through the shiver and gasp when Adora's hands follow hers. Alright, okay. Catra knows what she's doing there. She can definitely work with that.
What she can work with less is when Adora sits straighter and frowns, and Catra's lips push into an upset tilt automatically as her purr cuts off. It's kind of just habit, when Adora frowns at her, to be petulant in response. Totally unnecessary right now too, since all Catra needs to do is scrape the edges of her nails across Adora's nipples to change the expression on her face, breathing in a shudder as the returned action sparks pleasure that clenches Catra's thighs together.
"Uh, no. I said plenty of things." Catra's nose wrinkles and she raises an eyebrow in disbelief, turning her hands so that the stiffened bumps are under her palms, lifting her hands to graze across them in circles as her fingers press into the curve of each breast. Adora's feel so different to hers, but the reaction should be about the same, right? It feels good, just enough pressure to feel the coarse drag of fabric, and Catra's tail lifts again in an insistent flick. "For like, ages now. Didn't realize I had to spell it out for you to get it through your thick skull."
She lifts one hand from Adora's chest, instantly missing the feel of her beneath her palm, to tap a finger against Adora's forehead in accompaniment to her teasing words. Despite the habitual sulky expression, Catra's eyes remain warm with affection, and her lips turn back up into a grin before long.
"There's some other stuff I've seen going around." Her tone turns eager, the way it does when she's about to convince Adora to get into trouble with her, and both of Catra's eyebrows rise in expectation. She knows what Adora's answer is; it's the same as it's always been. "Wanna try it out?"
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What she can work with less is when Adora sits straighter and frowns, and Catra's lips push into an upset tilt automatically as her purr cuts off. It's kind of just habit, when Adora frowns at her, to be petulant in response. Totally unnecessary right now too, since all Catra needs to do is scrape the edges of her nails across Adora's nipples to change the expression on her face, breathing in a shudder as the returned action sparks pleasure that clenches Catra's thighs together.
"Uh, no. I said plenty of things." Catra's nose wrinkles and she raises an eyebrow in disbelief, turning her hands so that the stiffened bumps are under her palms, lifting her hands to graze across them in circles as her fingers press into the curve of each breast. Adora's feel so different to hers, but the reaction should be about the same, right? It feels good, just enough pressure to feel the coarse drag of fabric, and Catra's tail lifts again in an insistent flick. "For like, ages now. Didn't realize I had to spell it out for you to get it through your thick skull."
She lifts one hand from Adora's chest, instantly missing the feel of her beneath her palm, to tap a finger against Adora's forehead in accompaniment to her teasing words. Despite the habitual sulky expression, Catra's eyes remain warm with affection, and her lips turn back up into a grin before long.
"There's some other stuff I've seen going around." Her tone turns eager, the way it does when she's about to convince Adora to get into trouble with her, and both of Catra's eyebrows rise in expectation. She knows what Adora's answer is; it's the same as it's always been. "Wanna try it out?"