Don't pull away, Adora says. Like it was Catra's choice.
"It was reflex," she insists defensively, lips turning down. "It's not gonna happen again."
Except it does, almost immediately. Adora's arm is the only thing stopping Catra from jerking fully backwards as Adora's lips press and drag against her, sparking somehow more than her fingers had done. Catra sucks in a ragged breath that sounds somehow high-pitched in her ears, and then Adora's tongue is on her again; pressing smooth and warm and frictionless, and as expected it's almost too much of a sudden rush to bear.
But bear through it she does, because -- because she has nowhere else to go, pressing back into Adora's arm and breathing heavy lungfuls of smoke-tinged air as her hands spasm on Adora's chest, like she can't decide whether or not to push her away. Catra's more practiced at keeping quiet than Adora, more experienced in clenching her jaw shut and exhaling harshly to keep from giving herself away in the darkness of their dorm, but it's harder now. Even after the first shock passes, it's not like the sensation diminishes at all; rather, she's forced to adapt to it, her front teeth closing hard on her lip as her hips bump forward against Adora's stomach, seeking relief for the need pulsing in time with the drag of Adora's tongue.
"Keep going," she urges, voice straining as it croaks up through her tightened throat. See, Adora? She's not pulling away. She's totally got this.
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"It was reflex," she insists defensively, lips turning down. "It's not gonna happen again."
Except it does, almost immediately. Adora's arm is the only thing stopping Catra from jerking fully backwards as Adora's lips press and drag against her, sparking somehow more than her fingers had done. Catra sucks in a ragged breath that sounds somehow high-pitched in her ears, and then Adora's tongue is on her again; pressing smooth and warm and frictionless, and as expected it's almost too much of a sudden rush to bear.
But bear through it she does, because -- because she has nowhere else to go, pressing back into Adora's arm and breathing heavy lungfuls of smoke-tinged air as her hands spasm on Adora's chest, like she can't decide whether or not to push her away. Catra's more practiced at keeping quiet than Adora, more experienced in clenching her jaw shut and exhaling harshly to keep from giving herself away in the darkness of their dorm, but it's harder now. Even after the first shock passes, it's not like the sensation diminishes at all; rather, she's forced to adapt to it, her front teeth closing hard on her lip as her hips bump forward against Adora's stomach, seeking relief for the need pulsing in time with the drag of Adora's tongue.
"Keep going," she urges, voice straining as it croaks up through her tightened throat. See, Adora? She's not pulling away. She's totally got this.