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In lieu of a more sophisticated comeback, Adora sticks her tongue out at her, and shoves the crate off of her lap. Unlike Catra, she's capable of properly accepting when she's lost-- she doesn't feel the need to wrack her brain for any last-minute dirty tricks, simply following after her to the roof. It doesn't matter, anyway. This was never about the race.

It's only once they're both outside, in the warm, dense air of the Fright Zone, under the light of the moons, that Adora speaks up: "Joke's on you," she says. "You walked right into my trap."

And before Catra has a chance to react, she tackles her full-on, knocking her onto the ground and landing on top: hands pressed into Catra's shoulders and hips locked around her waist. And she grins, ear to ear, leaning close--

"Hey, Catra."

"What trap--gah!" Catra's frowned question cuts off in a squeak, and she's on the floor before she can do more than instinctively bristle.

Oh, fine. She'll let Adora have this one, but Catra's folding her arms and her ears are turning down in disapproval. Her tail's the one that gives her away this time, flicking by her leg in interest at the warm press of Adora's body, her blood firing up as she breathes instinctively deep to try to smell her over the gross stink of the Fright Zone's forges.

It's easier when Adora leans close, and Adora doesn't smell clean like she did last night. Now she's musky with sweat from training and their race, the undertone of an unfamiliar tang laying close to her skin, and Catra gets so distracted by smelling her best friend like a total moron that she starts when Adora's voice sounds too close to her now-flicking ear, her hands shooting up to shove at her chest--

--one of her palms lands on the upper curve of Adora's breast, and Catra pauses there for a split second while her intentions rapidly shift course.

They're on the roof. Nobody else has ever come up here. They know from experience in trying to shout at each-other from it that it's near-impossible to hear anything over the loud machinery and pounding from the forge.

Catra's lips twitch into a smirk instead, her hands slipping to cup those curves just the way Adora'd let her the night before. If she's lucky, maybe she'll be able to convince Adora into some repeat activities instead of sitting next to her and imagining doing them like she normally does.

"Hey, Adora." She purrs back, eyelids falling half-closed. Her tail flicks again, higher this time, brushing Adora's thigh. If she gets shot down, she can still pretend she was just doing it to throw her off. "So when're we gonna run into this trap of yours? I'm looking forward to seeing what dumb plan you managed to think up without me."

Adora lets out a faint yelp as Catra's hand connects with her chest -- but her startle thaws into realization as the shove pauses halfway, instead softening into something dangerously close to a caress. She can't quite tell how deliberate that was, but just in case Catra were to try and pull her hand away, Adora covers the back of it with her own palm, to pin it steady in place.

Underneath their joint hands, she can feel her heart pounding, faster than it did even during their race. She wonders if Catra can feel it, too, and the thought quickens her heart's pace even further.

The sweep of fur against her leg has her toes curling, and she shifts on top of Catra to escape her tail's reach, knees tightening around her stomach with the motion. Between Catra's husky voice and low-lidded eyes, it's hard not to guess exactly what she's thinking, which is-- well-- good, but also makes the reveal a lot less seductive than Adora had planned out in her head.

"No, uh-- I think you've pretty much got it," she admits sheepishly, grin slanting sideways as her cheeks rapidly gain color. "This was the plan."

And, just to drive it home, she leans down and touches her lips to Catra's cheek, the way she did the night before. She likes this, she's decided. She's going to do it lots more.

Adora is weirdly drawn to Catra's cheeks, and the touch of her lips tickles in a way that makes Catra's nose wrinkle in a grimace and a heat rise in her face. It's not bad, it's just... strange.

But it is so, so relieving to feel Adora's heart hammering as fast as Catra's is. Equally good is Adora's hand holding Catra's in place on her chest, which is permission as far as Catra is concerned, to drag her thumbs lightly up to where she remembers the hard bump of a nipple having been; and to press them in there on each breast, enjoying the soft give as she moves her thumbs back down. And then squeezes her hands, because -- seriously? They're kind of squishy, even through Adora's shirt and underwear, and they feel good in Catra's hands. She didn't get to feel them both like this last night, and Catra gives them another squeeze as her tail flicks up again to brush down the back of Adora's thigh.

"Is this why you've been acting so stupid all day?" --Oh, wow, Catra's voice just. Found new depths to lower to, deep and silky ones, and she decides to lean into it rather than clear her throat to correct it. Swallows still as she turns her head, wetting her lips, to inhale deeply right at the curve of Adora's neck and jaw. The smell of her doesn't have any right to affect Catra the way it does, stirring familiar pressure below her stomach, but then neither does the warmth she feels from Adora's knees pressing against her sides. "You just couldn't wait to do it again, could you."

Yeah, she's proud. Who wouldn't be? Two days ago Adora was such a prude she'd practically had a stroke at the thought of touching herself, and now she's brought Catra up here specifically for that purpose. Talk about an achievement.

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Adora doesn't even need to ask for it-- her hand on top of Catra's is all Catra needs to start touching her, and the sigh that shudders through Adora is equal parts grateful and thrilled. She sinks into her palms, feeling her body immediately respond, her nipples tingling as they strain under her clothes. That hot ball of tension is gathering at the pit of her stomach again, but now that Adora knows it, knows what's it like at its peak, she greets it with open arms.

Oh, man.

She really wants this.

Catra's breath, her voice -- wow, she did not know her voice could sound like that -- wash over her ear, making her shiver. Adora knows Catra's teasing, but she's unabashed in her reply anyway: "Yeah," she answers frankly, eyes bright. "I really, really liked it."

Her hands drop to Catra's own breasts, mirroring the squeeze--

"I want you to teach me more."

This would be a totally inappropriate time to crow about her victory, especially since Catra doesn't really have enough knowledge to be teaching anything. Catra's gonna do it anyway.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to get enough of it," she boasts. And neither can Catra, her heart leaping in excitement as Adora's hands settle on her chest and squeeze. It's all that she needs to feel a pulse of heat between her legs, and ugh, she wishes Adora hadn't gone up onto her knees instead of sitting low on Catra's hips. Still, her smirk widens when she drags her thumbs up again. This time, there are noticeably hardened bumps beneath Adora's clothes; and Catra shifts both of her hands so that she can rub them between the sides of her thumbs and forefingers, almost the same as the night before. "You have no idea how long I've been trying to get you to do this stuff."

Catra can boast all she'd like; she's earned the right to be smug, and Adora will happily feed into it. All the more so if it means Catra'll keep touching her, with that toothy, confident smile that coats her chest with warmth.

"You know me so well," she readily agrees, a slight hitch in her breath at the new attention to her nipples. She quickly adjusts her hands to mimic the movements -- because she's learning, still, and she wants to get this right.

But Catra's next words give her pause, make her sit up a little straighter. "You have?" she asks, brow crinkling. "But you never said anything."

Catra knows her so well, and the purr that vibrates through her throat at the acknowledgement is deep and satisfied and continues even through the shiver and gasp when Adora's hands follow hers. Alright, okay. Catra knows what she's doing there. She can definitely work with that.

What she can work with less is when Adora sits straighter and frowns, and Catra's lips push into an upset tilt automatically as her purr cuts off. It's kind of just habit, when Adora frowns at her, to be petulant in response. Totally unnecessary right now too, since all Catra needs to do is scrape the edges of her nails across Adora's nipples to change the expression on her face, breathing in a shudder as the returned action sparks pleasure that clenches Catra's thighs together.

"Uh, no. I said plenty of things." Catra's nose wrinkles and she raises an eyebrow in disbelief, turning her hands so that the stiffened bumps are under her palms, lifting her hands to graze across them in circles as her fingers press into the curve of each breast. Adora's feel so different to hers, but the reaction should be about the same, right? It feels good, just enough pressure to feel the coarse drag of fabric, and Catra's tail lifts again in an insistent flick. "For like, ages now. Didn't realize I had to spell it out for you to get it through your thick skull."

She lifts one hand from Adora's chest, instantly missing the feel of her beneath her palm, to tap a finger against Adora's forehead in accompaniment to her teasing words. Despite the habitual sulky expression, Catra's eyes remain warm with affection, and her lips turn back up into a grin before long.

"There's some other stuff I've seen going around." Her tone turns eager, the way it does when she's about to convince Adora to get into trouble with her, and both of Catra's eyebrows rise in expectation. She knows what Adora's answer is; it's the same as it's always been. "Wanna try it out?"

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"Like what? When?" Adora presses on, affronted, though the effect is weakened by the moan Catra draws from her the next moment. "-- You know what, we're gonna, we're gonna circle back to this later." Because she wants to know, but she wants Catra more.

She swats that finger away from her forehead, because there are so many better parts of her it can be touching right now, were Catra to stop being a jerk. Her disgruntlement can't survive long, however, faced with that glint in Catra's eyes-- the kind that promises risk, but excitement too. Adora's never been able to resist, when she looks at her like that.

"Okay," she says, leaning back in with narrowed eyes and bated breath. "Show me."

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Oh. Oh. That's -- that's what Adora sounds like. Catra's eyes widen the smallest amount, her ears pricking forward. There's going to be a lot more of that, she decides instantly. A lot more.

"Some of it's gonna sound weird, but just go with it. Alright?" Catra's breathless, somehow, her voice rasping; but the bright and eager light in her eyes hasn't dimmed at all, and she returns her finger to flick at Adora's nose before sliding her hand to cup her jaw, her fingers curling by her ear. For some reason, doing it makes Catra's heart pound faster, anticipation fluttering in her stomach. She's thought about this way more than makes sense to, thought about catching glimpses of soldiers trading quick presses of their lips as greetings and farewells and in the middle of whispered conversations, thought about the smiles and flushed cheeks they often have afterwards. The thought of seeing that look on Adora makes her chest feel full and she. Wants that. Wants that sort of dopey, soft look to be directed at her. "Don't go flaking or freaking out on me again."

"I'm not gonna," Adora protests with a pout. If the warnings were meant to assure her, well, they only serve to make her nervous-- and Catra's hold on her jaw, the fact she can undoubtedly feel it when she swallows, makes the jitters worse. After everything they did last night, this-- this has to be big.

"Just show me already!"

A puff of laughter lifts from Catra's mouth, and she's grinning when she tenses her core muscles; lifting herself only with them, squeezing her hand around Adora's breast just because she can.

There should be an - angle, or something, to do this at. Catra knows the soldiers tilt their heads, so she does the same; eyes dropping to slits to watch Adora's reaction as she presses her lips to hers, and then letting her eyelids fall completely closed because it's. Not mind-blowing, certainly nothing worthy of the enthusiastic moans and groans some of the soldiers come out with, but it's nice. Nice to breathe in and smell Adora, nice to feel a light tingle when Catra moves her lips against Adora's, and just. Nice. Catra could definitely do this more often.

Adora's breath catches in her throat as Catra draws nearer, heart thudding against her ribcage-- and finally, when the contact is made, she's left blinking dumbly. It's-- gentle, and chaste, and somehow it's never occurred to Adora you could put your mouth on someone else's mouth, and that's kind of nice? But at the same time, with all of Catra's caveats, she can't help but wonder: is that it? Is there a catch somewhere?

... Well, she'll be finding out in due time, no doubt. For now, Adora is content to follow Catra's lead, letting her own eyes drift to a close as she nuzzles their mouths together. Catra's lips are thin and chapped, but soft underneath, and Adora can feel her breath filter in-between them, glancing off her own lips. Warm, a little ticklish. Catch or no catch, she wouldn't mind doing this for a while longer.

Great, she's on board. And Catra admittedly does sigh a little, her chest unexpectedly warm, when Adora eases into it.

Now comes time for the guesswork. Sometimes the soldiers have to wipe their mouths afterwards, and sometimes their mouths are still open and panting, and it doesn't take a genius to extrapolate what that means.

Adora normally complains whenever Catra licks her, but she didn't seem too upset about it last night. So Catra is confident when she parts her lips on Adora's, enough to drag the tip of her tongue along the closed seam of hers. She's got this stuff all figured out.

Adora lets out a sharp hum of surprise, eyes blinking rapidly back open. Catra's licked her plenty before, usually just to be annoying and gross-- but this doesn't feel like she's doing it to mess with her, or at least, Adora doesn't think so. In truth, Catra could do just about anything to her right now, pass it off as totally something everyone does, didn't you know that? and Adora would have no way of countering.

But-- everything Catra's taught her so far has felt good. Better than Adora even knew she could feel. Her trust in Catra runs deeper than her insecurities, or any strangeness the sensation might evoke. So Adora dutifully screws her eyes back shut and, with a tentative inhale, mirrors the touch yet again: her own lips parting, tongue slipping out to return the swipe.

Adora's short hum tickles, and Catra peeks open an eye to see if she's backing out; catching her just as her eyes are scrunching shut again, and Catra remains watching her for a second before following suit, a quiet purr vibrating in her next inhale. The tips of her nails scrape Adora's skin as she uncurls her fingers to stroke along the line of her jaw in encouragement, the touch of her tongue tingling across her lips.

It feels weird to do it, but nothing about this has felt bad so far, so Catra parts her lips to match Adora's, brushing their tongues together before she can think too hard about it. And that is -- that's good, that curls a warmth in her that gives her all the urging she needs to do it again, parting her lips further so that Adora will follow her lead and give Catra the opening she needs to trace her soft tongue with her rougher one, which is. Even better. Feels strangely warm, and wet, and she can taste the aftermath of ration bars when she glances into Adora's mouth - but the pressure dragging along her tongue sparks pleasantly, and Catra doesn't even recognize the noise that she makes at it. Something like the sound of an oh, except it comes from the back of her throat, is needier than a gasp, and isn't long enough to be a moan.

She refuses to admit it might fall into the category of a whimper.

That's when she pulls away, face flushed, licking her lips clean and swallowing. It all still tingles, hyper-sensitive in the wake of the kiss, and she curls her fingers under Adora's chin just for something to do.

"What d'you think?" She asks hoarsely, blinking slowly at her with eyes that won't quite open all the way, breathing deep to catch up on the ones she'd forgotten to take. Catra totally gets why the soldiers are doing that all the time, now. Definitely worth it.

Well, if it's never before occurred to Adora that you can put your mouth on someone else's mouth, putting your tongue on someone else's tongue is definitely a brand new concept. She wasn't expecting it one bit, and the unprecedented contact startles her, forcing a thin, high-pitched gasp. But-- even as her face twists up-- she leans into it anyway, because she told Catra she wasn't going to flake out or freak, and she's not gonna go back on her word so easily.

Catra's mouth is hot, but her tongue oddly cool, its sandpapery texture all the more noticeable when pressed over Adora's own, smooth tongue. The friction between them is new, buzzing, strange -- makes her lips twitch and her throat tighten, and in the midst of it all, Adora nearly forgets how to breathe.

But she doesn't even think about breaking it off. Not with Catra's purr thrumming all the way up to her tongue, with her fingers stroking sweet reassurance into her skin. Catra's pleasure traps her. She can't pull away.

By the time their lips finally part, Adora's lungs itch and her face burns, and the first thing she does is suck in a mouthful of air. The second, is wheeze out:

"Where did you learn that?"

Catra's open-mouthed grin quirks back up, fangs flashing, and she moves both hands to Adora's shoulders to press her palms and dig her fingers in, broadcasting her intention to flip their position. Somewhere along the line, she'd stopped having to keep herself up, and once again is flat on her back against the metal sheeting of the roof. She doesn't mind, it's just that Adora's kind of useless on the top, and Catra wants to be doing a lot more than just kissing her.

"Aw, Adora. You need a minute?" Catra asks with false sympathy, ignoring the question as her tail snakes pleased and playful. Her ears are pricked happily, eyes all but sparkling. Those were great noises Adora made, but it's the red of her face and her ridiculous wheezing that's got Catra this way. She's absolutely going to tease her about it, mocking her as she pushes her hands and begins to roll them over. "How about I go ahead, and you can catch up whenever you're ready."

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Catra, ever adept at pushing her buttons, effortlessly stokes Adora's blush into a redder, hotter flame. Sometimes she's able to shrug it off -- it's been a lifetime of teasing, after all -- but this foreign situation has her vulnerable and on edge, only made worse by Catra's blatant ignoring of her question.

"Wait! I wanna know," she whines in demand, clamping a hand over Catra's wrist to keep her from flipping them over. Then her voice drops, gaze darting off to the side: "Have you been doing this with someone...?"

Wow. Adora's brain is really just struggling today.

Catra has to wait a moment for the punchline - because there surely must be one - before she scoffs. Or tries to. Because it sort of comes out more as a snort of disbelieving laughter, and then she sort of just accepts it; laying her head back to laugh openly, the squeak of her chuckles bringing tears to the corner of her eyes.

Adora is just so stupid.

"Okay, okay, I'm gonna bite." she wheezes, chest heaving, gripping Adora tighter so she can't leave. Adora is literally the only person in the entire Fright Zone that Catra can stand being near, the only person Catra ever wants to be around. "Who're you imagining me doing it with? Lonnie?" who Catra had almost gotten into three fights with that day alone, only Adora's protective presence stopping the two from going for each-other's blood. "--Kyle?" She snorts again. Enough said. Not even in the guy's wildest dreams. "Don't even think about Rogelio, that's just--have you see his face? It wouldn't even work."

Catra shakes her head, giving an extra tug when her hair catches on the metal sheeting, lifting her hand to tap her finger against Adora's dumb forehead again.

"You're the only one, idiot." Catra's eyes are crinkled with her amusement, but she's honest, too. "Like I'd even consider doing this stuff with anyone who wasn't you."

"Don't laugh! I'm being serious! Catra!"

There's no way what she said was remotely funny enough to inspire this kind of full-body, shoulder-shaking laughter, and Adora fumes as she waits for Catra to settle back down, shoving her palm against her face so she at least doesn't have to look at her directly. Even the reassurance that follows in her laughter's wake can only do so much to placate Adora, her features fixed in a red-faced scowl.

"Fine. Jerk." She'd be lying if she said the affirmation didn't light her chest with relief, but Catra didn't have to be so mean about it.

Though, if she were to stop and dwell on it a moment... "... So this was your first time, too?"

"Duh." Adora's hand on Catra's face is no problem at all, and she opens her mouth to quickly bite at it; holding the side of Adora's palm victoriously between her teeth, tail flicking and ears twitching like they do when she's just caught something. Catra has way too much experience talking like this, the mouthful barely impeding her as she tilts her head, raises her eyebrows, lips and tongue pressing around Adora's skin with every formed word: "Even you'd notice if I did that."

Normally she'd release Adora's hand now, and lick a slobbery streak across it to gross her out. But a new way of messing with Adora has literally just been unlocked, and it wouldn't be right if Catra didn't abuse it straight away. She still licks her, but it's a slow drag with the tip of her tongue along the side of Adora's hand, flicking up to follow the curve of muscle into her palm. Mischief glittering in her eyes while she mimics what she'd just done in Adora's mouth.

(Which is still a weird concept to think about. Catra's just gonna not dwell on it.)

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Adora would've liked to say something smug back, point out how Catra sure talks big for someone who's got just the same experience as her -- but with her hand held captive between Catra's teeth and her predator gaze pinning hers, words aren't coming easy. Catra's tongue feels different when it's all slow and deliberate like that, and Adora's fingertips twitch with the sensation. She never even knew her palm could be this sensitive-- but Catra's been giving her a lot of those revelations, lately.

"--So that's how it's gonna be?" She finds her voice, finally, narrowing her eyes down at Catra in a challenge. "We're just licking each other everywhere, now?"

Because she can do that. And to prove it, she bows her head down, and drags her tongue across the pink inner of Catra's ear.

Catra meets that challenge with self-assured smugness, smirking around Adora's hand. If licking is the competition, then there's no way that Catra, of all people, is going to lose.

She's certain of it right until Adora's tongue touches the inside of her ear, and of all the things she was expecting, that was not one of them. The strangest bit is that even though she can literally hear the swipe of Adora's tongue, it doesn't feel -- horrible.

In fact, it makes her shiver through the full length of her body and inhale sharply, pressing her teeth down into Adora's hand. It tingles, really nicely, all the way down to curl in her fingers and toes, in just the way that Catra knows is going to lead to some embarrassing noise sooner or later - which of course is why she releases the grip of her teeth and pushes her hands up against Adora's sternum as her face flushes, lifting her away from her ears.

"What is with you and those?" Catra complains hoarsely, both of her ears turning down in embarrassment. "Can't stick with just touching them any more?"

Adora giggles as she's pushed back, delighting in her triumph. You'd think the sheer lack of challenge would make the victory ring hollow, but-- no, actually, really not. She'll never get tired of Catra's reactions, her twitching and blushing, how deliciously flustered she gets.

"I mean, they're right there, and it always works," she answers, undeterred, already reaching back for those ears with both arms and wiggling fingers.

"But I can use my hands, if you prefer!"