"There's no wrong way, Adora." Except her focus is a little too far down, and Catra shifts to correct her; tilting her hips and exhaling a shuddering gasp as Adora's fingers stretch across her. No wrong way, for sure, but -- some places are better than others.
Catra's hands are already against Adora's chest, and it takes a bit of an awkward stretch to do it, but Catra raises them to try to loop her arms around Adora's neck; trying to tug her down. She hasn't been kissed in what feels like forever, and Adora says she's not getting shy but she's clearly Something.
"You're thinking about this way too much," Catra drawls, trying to lift herself and giving up when all she manages is the brief start of a sit-up. Not because she's incapable of it in general, but more because she's incapable when Adora's fingers are pressing in teasingly, and it's impossible to remember what she was sitting up for when all she wants is that. She does not recall dropping back down with a breathy noise, but Catra's voice is decidedly raspier when she regains at least part of that train of thought: "Just -- relax, okay? Kiss me again."
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Catra's hands are already against Adora's chest, and it takes a bit of an awkward stretch to do it, but Catra raises them to try to loop her arms around Adora's neck; trying to tug her down. She hasn't been kissed in what feels like forever, and Adora says she's not getting shy but she's clearly Something.
"You're thinking about this way too much," Catra drawls, trying to lift herself and giving up when all she manages is the brief start of a sit-up. Not because she's incapable of it in general, but more because she's incapable when Adora's fingers are pressing in teasingly, and it's impossible to remember what she was sitting up for when all she wants is that. She does not recall dropping back down with a breathy noise, but Catra's voice is decidedly raspier when she regains at least part of that train of thought: "Just -- relax, okay? Kiss me again."