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It's supposed to be a secret, Catra's made that much clear. And Adora gets it, of course! Totally gets it. It's not like she'd want to tell anyone about Catra grinding down against her the night before, her hip between her thighs, her hand on her breast, her teeth on her neck. That's-- that's just between the two of them.

But the fact that it's just between the two of them makes it all the more exciting, and Adora's been having a terrible time keeping a lid on her giggly energy all throughout the day. She's accumulated at least six counts of stop it, idiot from Catra by the end of dinner, just because she can't hold back her grin whenever they lock eyes, or when they touch.

Like in their afternoon sparring session, when Catra'd knocked her over and pinned her to the ground, and Adora's heart fluttered right up to her throat and all she could do was laugh and Catra blushed and that's. Definitely not acceptable cadet behavior, she gets that.

But she just can't help herself.

She makes her way through dinner in record time, practically buzzing in her seat in anticipation for the day's end. And just as soon as the two of them have finished eating, she latches onto Catra's side, bumping their shoulders and elbows together with a broad, eager smile.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Race you to the rooftop."

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"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!"

Okay, no. No. Catra is way past the age of letting Adora pet her ears anywhere outside of her bunk where Catra can pretend she's asleep (--last night notwithstanding), and Adora absolutely deserves the growl and quick snap of teeth at her hands that she's getting.

And Catra is going to grab her wrists before Adora can make good on her threat, and she is going to flip them; settling her stomach firmly between Adora's legs and peering over her hands to ~~sulk~~ glower at her.

"I thought you wanted me to show you things," she challenges defensively. Her ears flick in annoyance, the licked one twitching down as if to shake the lingering sensation away. Adora's had a lifetime to mess around with them, focusing on them now is kind of just -- redundant.

Adora goes down with a yelped-out laugh, settling willingly with her back against the roof. As much as she enjoys teasing Catra, this -- Catra's weight on top of her, her grip on her wrists, the promise of showing her -- is thrilling on a whole different level. Somewhere deeper, hotter, burrowing under her skin and feeding into the hungry pulse between her legs.

"I do, I do," she answers, and through a trace of smugness still clings to her lips, her voice comes out gravelly, roughened by want. She arches her back, pushes her chest out with a deep inhale-- "Show me, please?"

Catra's not convinced, but the arch of Adora's back certainly does a lot to sell it. At the end of the day she is young, dumb, and full of hormones - and her eyes drop immediately to Adora's raised chest, her ears perking right back up.

There are, after all, way better things she could be doing than being grumpy right now.

"Fine," she drawls, like she's doing Adora a favour by moving Adora's wrists to pin them down against the roof. Catra uses her weight to secure them as she presses herself onto one knee and slides the other over Adora's thigh, straddling her leg again. Just the action makes her spark with heat, the memory of Adora's body tensing and shuddering beneath hers still vivid in her mind. Is it going to be like this every time she pins Adora now? Catra can probably live with that. "Try anything like that again and I'm calling this whole thing off."

Adora sighs through her teeth as Catra shifts, thighs instinctively tensing around her knee. It's only a light pressure still, but the memory of all it can bring makes Adora's blood run hot with anticipation.

"I'll be good! Trust me," she promises, and with a coy tilt of her head and a slight angling of her knee, adds: "Wasn't I good last night?"

Catra's stomach flutters all the way up into her throat, and there's an expectant pulse between her thighs when Adora shifts her knee.

"You did alright, I guess." Catra rolls her eyes, tugging Adora's wrists along the roof to hold them by her shoulders, keeping them pinned while she leans forward to hover over her; lowering herself so that the full length of their forearms press together, caging Adora in.

Adora's so -- nice to just look at sometimes, especially up close like this. Her eyes are the nicest, clearest blue-grey that Catra's ever seen; so different to the red, grey, green and brown of everything else. They're just about the only thing that hasn't changed as Adora's grown, even the softness of her face having given way to curved cheekbones and a sharpening jaw, and Catra's glad for it. The Fright Zone would be an endless drear without them to break it up.

"There's no blanket this time," she teases, her heart pounding so hard she's sure it might actually burst out of her chest. She's so close to Adora's lips again, tilting her head slightly in the opposite direction, lifting the edges of her mouth into a smirk to disguise how badly she's aching to kiss her again already. "Bet you can't keep quiet without it."

"Oh, definitely not," Adora answers with a flushed laugh. Competitive as she may be, knowing how to pick your battles is half the key to winning. And with how much of a struggle it was to keep the noise trapped inside of her, even with the makeshift gag-- yeah, she's not going to be making any promises.

But she pauses then, wetting her lips. Tips her chin to follow Catra's mouth, even as her brow crinkles with concern. (Because Catra will close that distance again, won't she?)

"It's okay, right? I mean, no one could hear us from up here."

Catra almost laughs too, tail flicking in exhilaration at just how -- eager Adora is.

"We're good," she agrees. And Catra wants to tease more about how quickly Adora just admitted defeat, ask her just how hard it was to keep herself quiet last night... but being able to do that when she's so close to Adora's willing lips is something that Future Catra might have the willpower to do. Current Catra does not have that ability.

Current Catra is winning anyway though, closing her eyes as she presses forward to kiss Adora again. Now that she knows the drill, there's no delay before she parts her lips to swipe her tongue across Adora's, eager herself to feel that bizarrely enjoyable tingling again.

Finally, Catra's mouth is on hers again. Adora was bracing herself for more teasing, or some kind of new restriction -- but no, she gets what she wants so easily, and her chest swells with giddy relief, channelled outward in a sigh.

That being said, she's still not sure, exactly, what she should be doing with her tongue. She strokes it against Catra's, gingerly mirroring her movements, but-- there's got to be something more she can do, right? Catra's mouth is uncharted territory, and Adora wants to explore: so with a tilt of her head, she sweeps her tongue across the backs of Catra's teeth, the roof of her mouth, the point of one incisor. She tastes like dinner and like-- mouth, which is an altogether different sensation than anything Adora has the vocabulary for. It's all a little strange, but she stubbornly pushes through. Whether these spots feel good or not... well, Catra'll let her know, right?

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The movement of Adora's head creates a pleasant drag against Catra's lips, the brush of their tongues inciting that spark again; and when Adora pushes into her mouth, Catra doesn't stop her, curious as well.

It is weird, really weird, to feel something against her teeth, but Catra allows it, just curling her tongue to press along the side of Adora's. Then she sweeps across the roof of Catra's mouth, and it's such an unexpected burst of sensation that Catra's breath hitches with a sharp gasp and she recoils, breaking away abruptly with parted lips and wide eyes, her ears back in surprise.

--That's certainly one way of letting her know. Adora hadn't expected to be, you know, naturally amazing at it or anything, but for Catra to flinch back so sharply-- Adora shrinks a little underneath her, embarrassment flooding her face with a fresh wave of heat.

"Um... sorry. Bad?"