Catra's not the one who decided these terms, okay. Don't ask her about them.
Her lips quirk in a sharp grin to match Adora's, bumping back against her nose with a playful show of teeth. They used to wrestle shortly after doing that when they were kids, giggling and grappling and having fun.
Catra doesn't mind the change from that to kissing at all.
Adora's hand against her neck is good, and Catra does what she can to tuck her fingers into the hair at Adora's nape in turn. But it's a bit awkward, the angle and the lack of room, and she should move it to somewhere, but... she's kind of not left herself anywhere to put it, and Catra has to settle for just stroking along the line of Adora's neck and part of her jaw with her thumb.
Less awkward is the kiss, and Catra forgets that she's supposed to be leading this when Adora's tongue brushes all around hers. Instead she leans into her with a shiver, her knee pressing up against Adora as she goes, that same quiet noise from before gasping from her throat. Maybe it always feels this way, maybe it's because it's Adora, but everything about kissing seems way less weird now than it did before. Catra can go ahead and just - lick Adora's tongue as it circles around hers, can press against it with flicks and drags of her own, can tilt her chin so she can copy Adora, rubbing her tongue along the underside of hers to show her what it feels like; and that's somehow not the grossest thing she can think of doing. Crazy stuff.
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Her lips quirk in a sharp grin to match Adora's, bumping back against her nose with a playful show of teeth. They used to wrestle shortly after doing that when they were kids, giggling and grappling and having fun.
Catra doesn't mind the change from that to kissing at all.
Adora's hand against her neck is good, and Catra does what she can to tuck her fingers into the hair at Adora's nape in turn. But it's a bit awkward, the angle and the lack of room, and she should move it to somewhere, but... she's kind of not left herself anywhere to put it, and Catra has to settle for just stroking along the line of Adora's neck and part of her jaw with her thumb.
Less awkward is the kiss, and Catra forgets that she's supposed to be leading this when Adora's tongue brushes all around hers. Instead she leans into her with a shiver, her knee pressing up against Adora as she goes, that same quiet noise from before gasping from her throat. Maybe it always feels this way, maybe it's because it's Adora, but everything about kissing seems way less weird now than it did before. Catra can go ahead and just - lick Adora's tongue as it circles around hers, can press against it with flicks and drags of her own, can tilt her chin so she can copy Adora, rubbing her tongue along the underside of hers to show her what it feels like; and that's somehow not the grossest thing she can think of doing. Crazy stuff.