The sound of Catra's voice alone when she asks her that makes Adora's breath hitch, and the tightening of fingers over her breasts thickens that gasp into a whine. Adora's hands dart to Catra's waist and cling there, the muscles in her thighs closing around one bony knee.
"I just-- wanna learn everything," she answers, her fluster making her fumble. She bites her lip, exhales. Then, stopping to refine it somewhat: "Like what other things I can do with my mouth."
Because-- Catra'll get mad if she tries it again, probably, but that full-body shudder she gave when Adora ran her tongue over her ear still lingers in her mind. She wants that. She really, really wants that.
"My-- my stomach?" she squeaks out, instinctively caving under Catra's touch -- hand-to-skin, no barrier between them. Her body's reaction, tensing and fidgeting beneath the press of knuckles, is at clear odds with the words that leave her mouth: "No, why would I? It's just... my stomach."
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"I just-- wanna learn everything," she answers, her fluster making her fumble. She bites her lip, exhales. Then, stopping to refine it somewhat: "Like what other things I can do with my mouth."
Because-- Catra'll get mad if she tries it again, probably, but that full-body shudder she gave when Adora ran her tongue over her ear still lingers in her mind. She wants that. She really, really wants that.
"My-- my stomach?" she squeaks out, instinctively caving under Catra's touch -- hand-to-skin, no barrier between them. Her body's reaction, tensing and fidgeting beneath the press of knuckles, is at clear odds with the words that leave her mouth: "No, why would I? It's just... my stomach."