Oh. Catra actually pauses for a moment, surprised when Adora's gasp sounds so close to her own twitching ear, and instead of jerking away like Catra expected... moves to give her more room.
Well then.
Adora's ears aren't as sensitive as hers, but there must still be something to them; so Catra's careful when she closes her teeth on the lobe and tugs, and again when she drags her tongue along the curved shell. She knows how loud Adora's breathing sounds near her ear, so she keeps her own quiet; exhaling just a shaky and warm puff at the repeated question. This close, she's sure Adora can feel her heart leap in her chest, excited and nervous and way too eager, and the heat that Adora's circling between her legs is thrumming an insistent yes that trembles in her thighs.
Guide me, Adora had pleaded. Catra's always been more of a doer, learning on the fly and through action; if it were her in Adora's place, she'd happily just shove her hand into her underwear and start feeling around. (And in fact, that's. Pretty much how that'd gone.) But Adora prefers to study, and plan, and strategize, which is probably why she'd gotten so worked up. Which means Catra should probably like, explain this to her, instead of expecting her to figure it out on the go.
"--You know what it's gonna be like in there, right?" She has the good grace to draw back from Adora's ear to look at her, a not unkind but still doubtful expression on her face. She's pretty certain she knows the answer already; Adora's been way too clueless about everything else to have any idea.
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Well then.
Adora's ears aren't as sensitive as hers, but there must still be something to them; so Catra's careful when she closes her teeth on the lobe and tugs, and again when she drags her tongue along the curved shell. She knows how loud Adora's breathing sounds near her ear, so she keeps her own quiet; exhaling just a shaky and warm puff at the repeated question. This close, she's sure Adora can feel her heart leap in her chest, excited and nervous and way too eager, and the heat that Adora's circling between her legs is thrumming an insistent yes that trembles in her thighs.
Guide me, Adora had pleaded. Catra's always been more of a doer, learning on the fly and through action; if it were her in Adora's place, she'd happily just shove her hand into her underwear and start feeling around. (And in fact, that's. Pretty much how that'd gone.) But Adora prefers to study, and plan, and strategize, which is probably why she'd gotten so worked up. Which means Catra should probably like, explain this to her, instead of expecting her to figure it out on the go.
"--You know what it's gonna be like in there, right?" She has the good grace to draw back from Adora's ear to look at her, a not unkind but still doubtful expression on her face. She's pretty certain she knows the answer already; Adora's been way too clueless about everything else to have any idea.