She hadn't-- okay-- she hadn't realized that part of her mouth was sensitive like that, and Catra's tongue dragging a hundred tiny pinpricks across it makes her jolt. She tries to keep steady, ride the feeling out until she's used to it, but it's scratchy and ticklish and tingly and weird and she keeps forgetting to breathe. So she's ultimately got little choice but turn her head away, pressing her hot cheek to the cool metal as she gasps for air.
"Okay, okay, m-maybe not there," she concedes, eyes scrunching shut as she rolls her tongue around her mouth. "Man. Mouths are-- something else."
What a realization to be having -- she's always had a mouth. She uses it all the time, for talking, for eating... it just never occurred to Adora it could feel so much. That it could feel like that.
But then, that goes for every part of her body, really. It's like everywhere Catra touches ignites, nerves firing in whole new directions, rewiring her. Connecting her to her body in ways she never thought possible. She opens her mouth, thinking she'd like to express this somehow, but her words fall short. The newness, the unfamiliarity of it all -- she doesn't know how to describe it.
In fact, she doesn't even know the word for it.
Peering up at Catra inquisitively, her teeth worry softly at her lower lip before parting to release the question: "Hey, what's this called? The-- the mouth-on-mouth thing."
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She hadn't-- okay-- she hadn't realized that part of her mouth was sensitive like that, and Catra's tongue dragging a hundred tiny pinpricks across it makes her jolt. She tries to keep steady, ride the feeling out until she's used to it, but it's scratchy and ticklish and tingly and weird and she keeps forgetting to breathe. So she's ultimately got little choice but turn her head away, pressing her hot cheek to the cool metal as she gasps for air.
"Okay, okay, m-maybe not there," she concedes, eyes scrunching shut as she rolls her tongue around her mouth. "Man. Mouths are-- something else."
What a realization to be having -- she's always had a mouth. She uses it all the time, for talking, for eating... it just never occurred to Adora it could feel so much. That it could feel like that.
But then, that goes for every part of her body, really. It's like everywhere Catra touches ignites, nerves firing in whole new directions, rewiring her. Connecting her to her body in ways she never thought possible. She opens her mouth, thinking she'd like to express this somehow, but her words fall short. The newness, the unfamiliarity of it all -- she doesn't know how to describe it.
In fact, she doesn't even know the word for it.
Peering up at Catra inquisitively, her teeth worry softly at her lower lip before parting to release the question: "Hey, what's this called? The-- the mouth-on-mouth thing."