Adora's short hum tickles, and Catra peeks open an eye to see if she's backing out; catching her just as her eyes are scrunching shut again, and Catra remains watching her for a second before following suit, a quiet purr vibrating in her next inhale. The tips of her nails scrape Adora's skin as she uncurls her fingers to stroke along the line of her jaw in encouragement, the touch of her tongue tingling across her lips.
It feels weird to do it, but nothing about this has felt bad so far, so Catra parts her lips to match Adora's, brushing their tongues together before she can think too hard about it. And that is -- that's good, that curls a warmth in her that gives her all the urging she needs to do it again, parting her lips further so that Adora will follow her lead and give Catra the opening she needs to trace her soft tongue with her rougher one, which is. Even better. Feels strangely warm, and wet, and she can taste the aftermath of ration bars when she glances into Adora's mouth - but the pressure dragging along her tongue sparks pleasantly, and Catra doesn't even recognize the noise that she makes at it. Something like the sound of an oh, except it comes from the back of her throat, is needier than a gasp, and isn't long enough to be a moan.
She refuses to admit it might fall into the category of a whimper.
That's when she pulls away, face flushed, licking her lips clean and swallowing. It all still tingles, hyper-sensitive in the wake of the kiss, and she curls her fingers under Adora's chin just for something to do.
"What d'you think?" She asks hoarsely, blinking slowly at her with eyes that won't quite open all the way, breathing deep to catch up on the ones she'd forgotten to take. Catra totally gets why the soldiers are doing that all the time, now. Definitely worth it.
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It feels weird to do it, but nothing about this has felt bad so far, so Catra parts her lips to match Adora's, brushing their tongues together before she can think too hard about it. And that is -- that's good, that curls a warmth in her that gives her all the urging she needs to do it again, parting her lips further so that Adora will follow her lead and give Catra the opening she needs to trace her soft tongue with her rougher one, which is. Even better. Feels strangely warm, and wet, and she can taste the aftermath of ration bars when she glances into Adora's mouth - but the pressure dragging along her tongue sparks pleasantly, and Catra doesn't even recognize the noise that she makes at it. Something like the sound of an oh, except it comes from the back of her throat, is needier than a gasp, and isn't long enough to be a moan.
She refuses to admit it might fall into the category of a whimper.
That's when she pulls away, face flushed, licking her lips clean and swallowing. It all still tingles, hyper-sensitive in the wake of the kiss, and she curls her fingers under Adora's chin just for something to do.
"What d'you think?" She asks hoarsely, blinking slowly at her with eyes that won't quite open all the way, breathing deep to catch up on the ones she'd forgotten to take. Catra totally gets why the soldiers are doing that all the time, now. Definitely worth it.