The strain of struggling against Adora is a welcome outlet for some of the tension built up in Catra's body. Up until Adora just gives up and holds Catra's hands instead, tugging her down to hover over Adora once more. It feels nice, to have their fingers linked - sets off that series of dumb warm swoops and flutters in Catra's gut.
It's honestly very stupid, how much more susceptible to Adora's pleading it makes her.
Catra groans, pushing up against Adora's hands to raise herself up and sit back on her haunches. Then tugs their linked hands, pulling her up as well.
"Fine," she bites out, covering the weird fluttering with irritation. "But only because it feels better, okay? And you have to take yours off, too."
Because if Catra reaches behind herself and undoes the zipper that runs the length of her spine, she's going to end up a whole lot more uncovered than Adora currently is, and that's just - that's not fair.
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It's honestly very stupid, how much more susceptible to Adora's pleading it makes her.
Catra groans, pushing up against Adora's hands to raise herself up and sit back on her haunches. Then tugs their linked hands, pulling her up as well.
"Fine," she bites out, covering the weird fluttering with irritation. "But only because it feels better, okay? And you have to take yours off, too."
Because if Catra reaches behind herself and undoes the zipper that runs the length of her spine, she's going to end up a whole lot more uncovered than Adora currently is, and that's just - that's not fair.