Catra's praise feeds her -- so precious and raw, filtered out in between labored breaths and moans, and Adora's ears ring with it, her chest swells with it.
She almost thinks to say something back, but her head is empty and her jaw is tight and-- responding would risk making Catra stop, besides. It might snap her out of this trance.
So Adora's throat bobs with a silent swallow, and she doesn't utter a word, only stares down at Catra with wide-eyed exhiliration as she repeats that curling motion once, twice. Then, seeking out the spot Catra had responded so strongly to over her clothes, she traces her finger up higher, stopping when she comes upon a small, delicate nub right above her entrance.
Breathing harshly through her nose, Adora runs an experimental finger over that spot; presses down on it, just softly; draws a circle around it, intently studying Catra's reaction to each kind of touch.
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She almost thinks to say something back, but her head is empty and her jaw is tight and-- responding would risk making Catra stop, besides. It might snap her out of this trance.
So Adora's throat bobs with a silent swallow, and she doesn't utter a word, only stares down at Catra with wide-eyed exhiliration as she repeats that curling motion once, twice. Then, seeking out the spot Catra had responded so strongly to over her clothes, she traces her finger up higher, stopping when she comes upon a small, delicate nub right above her entrance.
Breathing harshly through her nose, Adora runs an experimental finger over that spot; presses down on it, just softly; draws a circle around it, intently studying Catra's reaction to each kind of touch.