Finally, Catra's mouth is on hers again. Adora was bracing herself for more teasing, or some kind of new restriction -- but no, she gets what she wants so easily, and her chest swells with giddy relief, channelled outward in a sigh.
That being said, she's still not sure, exactly, what she should be doing with her tongue. She strokes it against Catra's, gingerly mirroring her movements, but-- there's got to be something more she can do, right? Catra's mouth is uncharted territory, and Adora wants to explore: so with a tilt of her head, she sweeps her tongue across the backs of Catra's teeth, the roof of her mouth, the point of one incisor. She tastes like dinner and like-- mouth, which is an altogether different sensation than anything Adora has the vocabulary for. It's all a little strange, but she stubbornly pushes through. Whether these spots feel good or not... well, Catra'll let her know, right?
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That being said, she's still not sure, exactly, what she should be doing with her tongue. She strokes it against Catra's, gingerly mirroring her movements, but-- there's got to be something more she can do, right? Catra's mouth is uncharted territory, and Adora wants to explore: so with a tilt of her head, she sweeps her tongue across the backs of Catra's teeth, the roof of her mouth, the point of one incisor. She tastes like dinner and like-- mouth, which is an altogether different sensation than anything Adora has the vocabulary for. It's all a little strange, but she stubbornly pushes through. Whether these spots feel good or not... well, Catra'll let her know, right?