That's like, the worst instruction to ever be given, and Catra would be prepared to scrabble away if it weren't for Adora's hand burning into her waist.
"What're you doing--" her decision to remain in place is justified, all of a sudden, with the wet press of Adora's tongue, and Catra's demanding complaint chokes into a guh as her body at once tries to both curl into and flinch away from the entirely new sensation. It jerks her onto her knees, lifting away from Adora's leg and her mouth even as her back bows, hovering her just above Adora as her chest heaves. Her nipple feels colder now in the air, and Catra's not sure if that's the reason for the shiver that runs down her spine, or if it's the half-second-old feeling of something slick and hot dragging against her. It still tingles, an intoxicating indication of what it might be like if she lets Adora keep up with it, and Catra's already made her choice when she looks down at her with wide, dark eyes.
"--Do it again," she rasps breathlessly, hands flexing on Adora's chest in belated remembrance of reciprocation. It's just that initial surprising jolt that took her off-guard, she tells herself determinedly, tensing in preparation. Just like the mouth thing - if she gets past it, it's bound to be really good.
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That's like, the worst instruction to ever be given, and Catra would be prepared to scrabble away if it weren't for Adora's hand burning into her waist.
"What're you doing--" her decision to remain in place is justified, all of a sudden, with the wet press of Adora's tongue, and Catra's demanding complaint chokes into a guh as her body at once tries to both curl into and flinch away from the entirely new sensation. It jerks her onto her knees, lifting away from Adora's leg and her mouth even as her back bows, hovering her just above Adora as her chest heaves. Her nipple feels colder now in the air, and Catra's not sure if that's the reason for the shiver that runs down her spine, or if it's the half-second-old feeling of something slick and hot dragging against her. It still tingles, an intoxicating indication of what it might be like if she lets Adora keep up with it, and Catra's already made her choice when she looks down at her with wide, dark eyes.
"--Do it again," she rasps breathlessly, hands flexing on Adora's chest in belated remembrance of reciprocation. It's just that initial surprising jolt that took her off-guard, she tells herself determinedly, tensing in preparation. Just like the mouth thing - if she gets past it, it's bound to be really good.