Okay, the back thing? Is because it makes her hyper-aware of her fur, and prickles at her skin in a way that makes her extra sensitive all over. So, yeah - Catra's bitten Adora for it before. What else is she supposed to do when it happens, just shiver and melt and let Adora do whatever to her? Nuh-uh, no way.
But, to tell the truth - she hadn't realized Adora was panicking so much about this. Her chest rumbles with a purr - slow and steady, urging Adora to relax - as their lips press together, and Catra slides her bound arms down and around Adora's shoulders to hold her close, pressing their chests together. She'd expected Adora to freak out about the weirdness of this stuff, not about somehow screwing it up -- but she really should've seen it coming. Adora always has been terrified of failure. She's always got to prove she's the best at everything, and as much as Catra's enjoyed having the upper hand in all of this... it's Adora. Of course she's not going to just let her suffer with the fear of actually being bad at something, for the first time in her life.
The tip of Catra's tongue flicks across her lips when they part, and then her eyes squint open; before she huffs a quiet breath. She can hardly smell the Fright Zone's smog when Adora's this close to her, and it does stuff to her brain. Makes the world feel less sharp on the edges, makes the metal under her back feel less uninviting and cold. Makes her think less about the hitched noises in her throat when Adora's fingers stroke over her so slow and so soft, and not at all about how her arms tremble around her when she almost presses in again.
"You're doing fine." Catra wants to kiss her again, but it's not conducive to talking... so she makes due with what she can, bracing her arms around Adora and lifting herself enough to press her lips to her cheek. It'd felt nice, when Adora had done it to her before. Weird, and sweet, and soft, and totally out of place in the Horde -- but maybe that was why Catra had liked it. "Just... don't be so far away, I guess. I wanna feel you too, you know."
Because it's better, if when she breathes her nose and mouth and throat are filled with the smell of Adora and nothing else. If when she opens her eyes, Adora is the only thing she can see; if she's the the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists in all of Catra's senses. She doesn't want to see the moons, or the smoke, or the depressing fog. She doesn't want anything else in the world to be there. She just wants -- Adora.
And as if to demonstrate her point, Catra nudges her cheek against hers; trying to angle the cool edges of her mask away from Adora's skin. It ends up basically being a nuzzle at that point, which is ---- absolutely not what Catra was going for, embarrassingly so, and she makes the hasty decision to cover it up by nipping at the curve of Adora's jaw, her sharp teeth scraping against the lobe of her ear. --Whatever, she owes Adora one of those for biting hers earlier anyway.
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But, to tell the truth - she hadn't realized Adora was panicking so much about this. Her chest rumbles with a purr - slow and steady, urging Adora to relax - as their lips press together, and Catra slides her bound arms down and around Adora's shoulders to hold her close, pressing their chests together. She'd expected Adora to freak out about the weirdness of this stuff, not about somehow screwing it up -- but she really should've seen it coming. Adora always has been terrified of failure. She's always got to prove she's the best at everything, and as much as Catra's enjoyed having the upper hand in all of this... it's Adora. Of course she's not going to just let her suffer with the fear of actually being bad at something, for the first time in her life.
The tip of Catra's tongue flicks across her lips when they part, and then her eyes squint open; before she huffs a quiet breath. She can hardly smell the Fright Zone's smog when Adora's this close to her, and it does stuff to her brain. Makes the world feel less sharp on the edges, makes the metal under her back feel less uninviting and cold. Makes her think less about the hitched noises in her throat when Adora's fingers stroke over her so slow and so soft, and not at all about how her arms tremble around her when she almost presses in again.
"You're doing fine." Catra wants to kiss her again, but it's not conducive to talking... so she makes due with what she can, bracing her arms around Adora and lifting herself enough to press her lips to her cheek. It'd felt nice, when Adora had done it to her before. Weird, and sweet, and soft, and totally out of place in the Horde -- but maybe that was why Catra had liked it. "Just... don't be so far away, I guess. I wanna feel you too, you know."
Because it's better, if when she breathes her nose and mouth and throat are filled with the smell of Adora and nothing else. If when she opens her eyes, Adora is the only thing she can see; if she's the the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists in all of Catra's senses. She doesn't want to see the moons, or the smoke, or the depressing fog. She doesn't want anything else in the world to be there. She just wants -- Adora.
And as if to demonstrate her point, Catra nudges her cheek against hers; trying to angle the cool edges of her mask away from Adora's skin. It ends up basically being a nuzzle at that point, which is ---- absolutely not what Catra was going for, embarrassingly so, and she makes the hasty decision to cover it up by nipping at the curve of Adora's jaw, her sharp teeth scraping against the lobe of her ear. --Whatever, she owes Adora one of those for biting hers earlier anyway.