"Just a secooond," Adora sing-songs, nuzzling into Catra's cheek as her thumb eases the zip further down. She's hardly dawdling, just being careful -- because she really doesn't want to end up pulling on Catra's hair, and because, well. This closeness is nice, the two of them wrapped up in each other's embrace. It'd be a shame to rush it. No, she'll take exactly as long as she needs.
Still, Adora reaches the end of the line before long, right at the base of Catra's tail. She can't resist dipping over to stroke against it, humming her approval as it flicks, before bringing her hands back up -- her fingers, of course, raking through Catra's fur all the way. She stretches her arms up overhead, allowing Catra to repay the favor by prying her shirt off, before hooking her fingers under the fabric that still clings to Catra's front and peeling it away, leaving it all crinkled and bunched up at her waist.
And just like that, they're both that much less clothed. Adora swallows, a smile wobbling onto her lips. "Well, I'd say that's fair," she estimates, eyes flicking up and down Catra's body-- and then she leans forward and pulls her into a hug again, this time under no guise of practicality. Just to feel.
She rubs against her, taking in Catra's softness and warmth; the caress of her fur, the lean firmness of her muscles underneath. Her hands begin to roam across her waist and back without awaiting Adora's command, eager, hungry. Comfortable familiarity glowing with a fresh spark under this still-novel intimacy.
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Still, Adora reaches the end of the line before long, right at the base of Catra's tail. She can't resist dipping over to stroke against it, humming her approval as it flicks, before bringing her hands back up -- her fingers, of course, raking through Catra's fur all the way. She stretches her arms up overhead, allowing Catra to repay the favor by prying her shirt off, before hooking her fingers under the fabric that still clings to Catra's front and peeling it away, leaving it all crinkled and bunched up at her waist.
And just like that, they're both that much less clothed. Adora swallows, a smile wobbling onto her lips. "Well, I'd say that's fair," she estimates, eyes flicking up and down Catra's body-- and then she leans forward and pulls her into a hug again, this time under no guise of practicality. Just to feel.
She rubs against her, taking in Catra's softness and warmth; the caress of her fur, the lean firmness of her muscles underneath. Her hands begin to roam across her waist and back without awaiting Adora's command, eager, hungry. Comfortable familiarity glowing with a fresh spark under this still-novel intimacy.
"... Yeah. Much better."