That gets Catra's ears perking back up, from where she hadn't even realized they'd fallen. She wasn't going to complain about it yet - she's pushing her luck already as it is, with how skittish Adora keeps getting - but she's certainly not going to turn down the offer.
It still feels weirdly nerve-wracking to pull away from the cover that Adora's body affords, which is -- ugh. They literally shower together. It must be all of Adora's worries about someone finding them getting to her, Catra decides stubbornly. Because it'd just be way too ridiculous if Catra were feeling so strange from Adora, what - taking her clothes off too gently, or something?
Please.
"It feels good," she assures, because Catra will die before she gives Adora any more excuses to freak out about being half-naked on the roof. And despite the discomfort, 'good' is still an understatement; Adora's hands feel pretty great on her bare chest. Every breath moves her against Adora's fingers and palm, the faint thrill of welcome sparks present in each rise and fall of her chest. Honestly, it's distracting enough to makes it Adora's fault when the sharp edge of Catra's thumbnail catches on the band of her undershirt, nicking a slice into it as she bunches the fabric up.
That's... not gonna matter, right? Not if Catra quickly leans forward to kiss her before Adora realizes what's happened, sealing their mouths together before any complaint can escape. And certainly not if she slides her hands under the now-slack halves of the top, cupping Adora's breasts and rolling both her nipples between each thumb and forefinger to distract her. She has more undershirts just like it, okay, it's fine.
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It still feels weirdly nerve-wracking to pull away from the cover that Adora's body affords, which is -- ugh. They literally shower together. It must be all of Adora's worries about someone finding them getting to her, Catra decides stubbornly. Because it'd just be way too ridiculous if Catra were feeling so strange from Adora, what - taking her clothes off too gently, or something?
Please.
"It feels good," she assures, because Catra will die before she gives Adora any more excuses to freak out about being half-naked on the roof. And despite the discomfort, 'good' is still an understatement; Adora's hands feel pretty great on her bare chest. Every breath moves her against Adora's fingers and palm, the faint thrill of welcome sparks present in each rise and fall of her chest. Honestly, it's distracting enough to makes it Adora's fault when the sharp edge of Catra's thumbnail catches on the band of her undershirt, nicking a slice into it as she bunches the fabric up.
That's... not gonna matter, right? Not if Catra quickly leans forward to kiss her before Adora realizes what's happened, sealing their mouths together before any complaint can escape. And certainly not if she slides her hands under the now-slack halves of the top, cupping Adora's breasts and rolling both her nipples between each thumb and forefinger to distract her. She has more undershirts just like it, okay, it's fine.