Catra honestly can't tell how much of Adora's instant reply is her need to be a ridiculous know-it-all, but it doesn't really matter. She's struggling to keep up the submissive front, Adora's whine pulling at her, and Catra's eyes sharpen with a satisfied glint when Adora looks away first. That's more like it.
She still lets her lips part with a shivering breath when Adora's hand moves on her sensitive stomach, each and every muscle twitching and tensing under the slow pass of her palm. If it weren't for the absolutely dreadful arch she'd wriggled herself into, Catra would do something to speed Adora up; but her hair pulls unpleasantly when she tries to relax her shoulders back down, and, well. It's not the worst position she's ever held herself in. She'll deal.
It does leave her absolutely nowhere else to go, and all she can do when Adora's hand finally slips across her underwear is roll her hips as her breath catches and her own hands still. It's the first time Adora's put a hand directly there, and Catra's fairly sure her heart stops completely when Adora's fingers smooth hesitantly over her, inadvertently teasing through the sturdy garment. It's so different, Adora's fingers a direct and localized pressure rather than the general friction of her thigh, and Catra can feel herself clench in protest as Adora's fingers curl back up and away, her hips tilting to chase them as she groans.
"Don't get shy on me now," she complains, her voice tight in frustration as she pulls her hands back up to bump her fists against Adora's naked chest. And -- ugh, she still really wants to put her mouth there. "We didn't take these off just 'cause it looks good, did we?"
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She still lets her lips part with a shivering breath when Adora's hand moves on her sensitive stomach, each and every muscle twitching and tensing under the slow pass of her palm. If it weren't for the absolutely dreadful arch she'd wriggled herself into, Catra would do something to speed Adora up; but her hair pulls unpleasantly when she tries to relax her shoulders back down, and, well. It's not the worst position she's ever held herself in. She'll deal.
It does leave her absolutely nowhere else to go, and all she can do when Adora's hand finally slips across her underwear is roll her hips as her breath catches and her own hands still. It's the first time Adora's put a hand directly there, and Catra's fairly sure her heart stops completely when Adora's fingers smooth hesitantly over her, inadvertently teasing through the sturdy garment. It's so different, Adora's fingers a direct and localized pressure rather than the general friction of her thigh, and Catra can feel herself clench in protest as Adora's fingers curl back up and away, her hips tilting to chase them as she groans.
"Don't get shy on me now," she complains, her voice tight in frustration as she pulls her hands back up to bump her fists against Adora's naked chest. And -- ugh, she still really wants to put her mouth there. "We didn't take these off just 'cause it looks good, did we?"