WHO: Catra & Adora WHAT: Cuddles with stoned Catra WHERE: Their apartment in NOLA WHEN: Evening, Tuesday the 8th RATING / WARNINGS: Language, some drug use, very mild sexual content
Adora had found her stride working at the club. It was mostly upper-class white people who, as Catra had suggested, had taken a liking to her. She hoped it was because she was good at her job â sheâd been trained by the best back home and really enjoyed the job, even if it wasnât her ideal career â but she knew her looks only helped. Whether she liked it or not, prejudices existed and being blonde and blue-eyed helped her get around them.
The work was easy enough, the pay was good, and she was starting to build a client list. She couldnât say she was fulfilled, helping mostly country club moms get in shape, but being back with Catra fulfilled her more than enough. Their little adventure last month had taken the edge off a lifetime of trauma, lightened her heart, and given her something very big to look forward to â even if it was probably a long while off right now.
She got off a little late after a meeting with her manager and filling out some new client forms and going over some feedback. Nothing bad, just kept her a little later than her typical five oâclock exit. She caught a later bus, kept herself occupied with a game of Candy Crush, and made it home just after six. Catra was supposed to be off tonight, so she was planning to make dinner. She would be a little behind schedule, but she could still get it done.
âCatra!â she called out as soon as sheâd made it through the door. âIâmââ She froze as she turned toward the couch to set down her bag and saw her girlfriend hung upside down on the couch, in nothing more than underwear and the red Horde jacket sheâd been given this weekend from the Memory Center.
After a moment of processing, the smell hit her and an amused smile broke out across her face. She chuckled and crouched down to press a kiss to her girlfriendâs cheek. âHi. Have you been having fun today?â
Yeah, Catra was stoned.
This round had been shit - like, total fucking shit in terms of memories that steeped her into a pit of self-loathing and anxiety because she did that. Left the person she loved to dangle and maybe even fall to her death thanks to this weird, uh, place full of spider-bots and weird memory flashes? It was a perfect replay of defining moments from when they were younger - all the right ones that fueled the hurt, the abandonment, made her think that Adora thrived off of keeping her stuck in her shadow. How Adora broke their promise; how she never stood up to Shadow Weaver in a way that really protected her, not if it put her in the bitchâs shit graces.
She could have swayed - a part of her wanted to ditch the Horde, and finally succumb and just go with her.
Until they were in that castle. The version of herself back there - a feral, wounded animal - had every single insecurity confirmed, mind made up, couldnât see that there was something awfully suspicious and intentional of what was being shown. But having seen it, watching it unfold in an almost detached way made her realize that place was sketchy as fuck and played a role in widening that rift between her and Adora.
Not that it mattered now. Or excused what sheâd done.
In all honesty, she really wanted to fucking break a lot of things except she was working on her feelings, okay - she wasnât sure if sheâd always be successful but she wanted to try for herself, and for Adora. A co-worker at the restaurant who did some dealings on the side hooked her up with a couple joints, and she figured why the fuck not since it was a couple steps above damaging her liver. So she smoked, and showered, smoked some more, put on some panties, smoked again and the next thing she knew? Adoraâs jacket (a nostalgic gift from the Memory Center) was on her, and she was on the couch, and she could see some old candy wrappers stuck under the entertainment set from her upside view.
âHeeey Adora,â she purred in greeting, the jacket keeping her tits at least covered but not like it mattered, Adora had seen it all and claimed it too. The joint was now a lot shorter than it had originally been, and her mood was - pretty mellow, actually. Catra was chill, anxiety ebbed, and she turned her head to catch her mouth into a kiss. âMâfine. Missed you. I even did dishes.â
âOh yeah? Iâm very proud of you,â Adora chuckled, brushing a wild strand of hair off Catraâs face. âLetâs get you sitting up, huh? All that blood rushing to your head probably isnât the best idea.â She gently took hold of one arm and helped her twist and turn until she was sitting upright on the couch.
Yep. It was easy to see just how stoned Catra was now that she could get a better look at her eyes. They were red and half-lidded, and judging by the mostly-smoked joint between Catraâs fingers, sheâd been going at this for a while. It was a little concerning, but Adora would rather she smoke than drink any day.
âYou look really good in my jacket.â She reached out to straighten the collar and give Catra another quick kiss.
She still wasnât entirely sure how she felt about having her Horde uniform in the first place. A part of her had wanted to put it on since she first got it, like some strange, leftover itch from that last life that had started to sink into her consciousness. But sheâd been hesitant. It was a little eerie to have it in her hands and really realize how much sheâd echoed that style in this life, too. So, sheâd folded it up and placed it in her dresser and just left it alone because she wasnât sure what else to do. But seeing Catra in her jacket actually was pretty sexy.
Catra didnât protest at the shift. The blood rushing back down from her head made her see spots and whoaaa, but the little peck of a kiss was grounding and she blinked down at the hands adjusting the jacket.
It had been tailored to Adoraâs measurements, so the fit was loose but not by too much - she just didnât have her girlfriendâs impressive arms or shoulders. Having it exist here like it hopped this weird metaphysical line from one world to another was sure as hell surreal, though. Memories werenât physically tangible but this was. They could touch it, tear it, wear it, whatever. It was a thing.
(Her brain felt a little bit like liquid and interpreted things weirdly when high.)
âYou look really good in your jacket,â Catra countered with a quip, her grin lazy and floaty as her free hand gripped her shirt and kept her close, right in her orbit of personal space. âYou need to actually try it on one day, Adora. It suits you.â
Vaguely, she recalled when they were issued new uniforms - how the freedom to choose the style was a total fucking luxury. Adora went with something more conservative and professional, always wanting to look the part of Force Captain. Catra liked it tight with some skin to show and if anyone had a problem with it they could choke on it.
âAnd you also need to have some of this,â she added, holding up the joint. âThese are for both of us. Youâre high strung and anxious even on your good days.â
Adora shrugged noncommittally. She wasnât ready to put the jacket on herself just yet, but seeing it on Catra did help ease her nerves about it in general. There was something strange about having something so essential to her past life here before her. It made the whole ordeal feel much more real than she was comfortable with.
She considered the joint for a minute. She knew the offer and the concern were both genuine, even if it was a bit snarky. And she knew her anxiety was higher than most peopleâs and could hit the roof on bad days. A tiny part of her brain reminded her that she was working at a country club and that if any place of employment was bound to drug test her, this was it. But it couldnât hurt, right? It was just weed.
Still.
âI donât think cooking high is the best idea,â she replied. âBut maybe after dinner?â
âFiiiiiiiiine,â she relented, and let go of her jacket so she could pinch the end of the joint to put it out. It stung, but it was minimal and she let it drop to the end table next to the couch.
Now free, she wiggled and shifted and sat up on her knees while still on the couch, wrapping her arms around Adoraâs waist and squeezing. Catra would be purring up a literal storm if she were in that magicat skin. âDonât you want to relax first? Youâve been gone all day dealing with snobs. I get dibs now.â
Catra made a point to nuzzle into her neck and take a bite out of it, playfully. She was a little needy today.
Adora hummed approvingly and wrapped her arms around Catraâs shoulders, holding her tight. âFifteen minutes,â she agreed, returning the nuzzles by pressing her nose into Catraâs hair. She wouldnât usually pause after returning home, but Catraâs days off were different. Tonight, especially, she could make an exception for her very clingy girlfriend. She not-so-secretly loved when Catra got this way.
âI would ask you how your day was, but I think I can figure that out for myself,â she teased softly. âDid you have enough to eat? I can run to the store if weâre low on your snacks.â
Aww, yeah. Victory. Catra then yanked her onto the couch with her because the damn woman needed to sit - though the gesture was clumsy, and a little uncoordinated, but hey. Theyâd squirm and get comfy. There was a part of her that really wanted to, like, knead on her but that was a stupid urge, wasnât it? Felt like it almost came out of nowhere.
Sheâd just chalk it up to mild inebriation.
âIâm fine on snacks, Adora, chill out,â she chuckled, natural rasp and all. âLet me lay on you, dammit, donât you want to cuddle your half-naked girlfriend? I also wanna know how your day was and stuff. Mineâs been boring.â
She was extra chatty. Her mood after their monthly Seattle visit soured big time and she had latched onto and spooned Adora that very night with all the strength she could manage without breaking bones. Catra was working on getting over the hump. Kind of a process, though, when her memories centered around Adora and all the ways she was hurting her, as if that would keep her from hurting.
The cycle was endless and exhausting. She just wanted to be happy without reservations for once.
Of course Adora wanted to cuddle, she wasnât a heathen. She huffed dramatically but laid out across the couch, propping herself up against the arm and making herself available to stretch out across. Her arms slipped around Catraâs back and a contented sigh slipped from her lips as she settled in. Her day hadnât been particularly painful, but it had been long, and having Catra actually home now instead of off working was rare. She was determined to enjoy it.
âMy day was okay,â she reported dutifully. âNo major complaints. No one yelled at me. I might even have a new client tomorrow. So itâs looking good.â
She was still really enjoying her job. As much as she missed being at home just to take care of Catra, this was better for her overall. She needed something else to keep her productive and channel her focus. Cleaning the apartment day after day like she had some sort of intense form of OCD got boring after a while. Sheâd even slacked a little bit lately; this weekend, she would have to get back on it while Catra was at work.
This was better. Adora managed to be muscled but so soft at the same time, and Catra sprawled over her comfortably. Cheek and ear were pressed into her chest, the gentle sound of her heartbeat audible and the light thrum felt. Everything about this was the definition of home. She didnât plan on moving anytime soon.
Also, boobs.
âYou do have this habit of pretty much perfecting everything you do,â she complimented, hand sliding up her shirt just for that skin to skin contact. Adora just managed to show up without much of a plan and adapt instantly - honestly, Catra expected nothing less. But she wasnât going to say she wasnât relieved to see things were working out and they werenât crashing and burning like their past selves were. âIâm glad youâre not miserable there. I wouldnât have cared if you wanted to stay as my hot housewife, though.â
âThanks, sweetheart,â Adora murmured, preening at the compliment. She was definitely a perfectionist. She knew it could be annoying sometimes, so she tried to tone it down, but it was in her nature. Or it had been drilled into her from such a young age that it had become her nature. Either way, it couldnât be helped, and it usually worked out for the best.
She lifted one hand to gently stroke through Catraâs curls. âI liked being your hot housewife, but you know I would have gotten too bored if thatâs all I was doing. Maybe if we had kids or something, that would be a different story,â she remarked offhandedly. They were ages away from having kids, and Adora wasnât looking to discuss it. But it would be a reason sheâd consider staying home in the future.
Catraâs brows furrowed. Now there was a thought, even if she didnât have the wits about her to think it through to even figure out if that was something she wanted. Though it was nice to know that Adora could think about the future like that? Assuming she still even wanted her like this after they finished remembering whatever happened on Etheria, anyway - but she knew it was her insecurities rearing their ugly head. Making jabs, looking for the perfect chance to simmer and fester and rot under her skin.
âMaybe,â she replied, thumb idly stroking at her hip bone. Her head lifted up enough to where she was easily able to smatter some butterfly kisses at her throat - to that spot where her jawline met her ear, too. âSpeaking of housewife duties, though, what are you cooking tonight? You know I can just order us pizza or something. I donât want you to have to do things when youâve already had a long day.â
Though she was getting kinda hungry, actually. Being broody and moody always killed her appetite. Weed brought on the munchies so it helped, she guessed?
Adora had assembled a little packet of her favorite recipes during her time off. All healthy stuff but all tasty, too. She knew better than to try to get Catra to eat, like, vegan. She knew her limits. Even she didnât diet as strictly as she had during her soccer days and was much more willing to indulge these days. But she liked making sure they ate well and cooking half their meals gave her that control. It was for their own good, even if Catra grumbled.
âFish tacos,â she revealed with a grin. âI picked up everything Iâll need after Dan cancelled Sunday.â
See? She made an effort to cook foods that would be appealing. Fish anything was usually a big hit when it came to Catra. Very cat-like, now that she thought about it. Maybe her liking for it was to blame on being a literal catgirl back on Etheria.
Ohhhhh. Well, damn, okay - Catra was cool with that. Like, really cool with that. It wasnât as if Adora was a shit cook or anything, but she liked to dabble on the healthier side of things and, look, vegetables werenât anything to rave about when it came to flavor, alright? She sucked it up and ate whatever she made anyway because of the effort poured into it and, logically speaking, was loads better for her than the ten cent pack of ramen sheâd microwave for herself.
âI can help,â she offered, adjusting herself so she could sit up to straddle Adora and stretch. âYouâre going to have to tell me what to fucking do but Iâll do it. Youâre always doing stuff and I donât want to seem like the laziest girlfriend in the world.â
She wasnât incapable of lending a hand, even stoned. She figured she ought to do something. Catra knew she liked to take care of her like she was some wounded kitten - but she couldnât just sit there and never pull her weight?
Then, âHey. Can I ask you something?â
The last thing Adora would ever think of Catra was that she was lazy. She teased her on occasion, but she knew it was the furthest thing from the truth. Her girl worked her ass off, and Adora was ridiculously proud of her for it. She liked to pamper her and take care of her for exactly that reason â well, that and being a caretaker was just an intrinsic part of who she was at this point. She always put othersâ well-being above her own, but no one more so than Catra.
So, she nodded her agreement, lifting her head to look at Catra as she straddled her. Her hands slid up the front of her jacket and coasted across her stomach. Even though she knew better, she half-expected to feel soft fur beneath her fingers instead of smooth skin. Some of her memories of Etheria seemed to be bleeding in over time, melding with her memories of this life. She was still getting used to it.
âYou know you can ask me anything,â she answered solemnly. The question seemed to call for a modicum of seriousness, so she leveled her gaze on Catraâs, smiling encouragingly. âTalk to me.â
Catra pooled the mess of her hair together, finally dry from the shower sheâd taken earlier - the chocolate curls were loose and soft, a different texture from the wild mane she had once in some other world. She hummed in thought, and her mismatched eyes tightened and bled into an almost-glare.
âAdora,â she started with a scrunched nose. âWho the hell do you think is Grayskull and what are you doing in their honor, exactly?â
Okay, so - her question wasnât that astoundingly deep (again, she was stoned, piss off) but it occurred to her that she was wallowing so much in actions that couldnât be re-written or controlled that she never really thought of what this whole She-Ra thing meant to Adora. And, yeah, she was still at the beginning of things but she had to be figuring some stuff out, right?
Most importantly, why Adora?
Adora let out a surprised laugh. For a moment, sheâd forgotten that Catra was high as a kite. The serious, profound question sheâd been expecting wasnât what she got. But it was something sheâd wondered, too. The life sheâd led in Etheria was so different from anything sheâd ever experienced here, and so much of it had changed so quickly. It was a lot to process. And there was so much more she needed to see before she caught up to where Catra was.
âI donât know if itâs even a âwhoâ or a âwhatâ,â she admitted. âThe first time I said it was because this womanâŠin my headâŠshe asked me if I would fight for the Honor of Grayskull.â She sounded crazy. She knew she sounded crazy, but describing what was happening to her on Etheria inherently made her feel crazy. âAnd we were in a life-and-death kind of situation, and it just felt like it meant something, you know? So I said it andâŠit worked. It helped turn me into She-Ra.â
She still hadnât figured out the exact mechanics of the sword, if it was magic or some super advanced technology. She was leaning more toward magic, but she honestly didnât know. Sheâd been hoping for some clarity with this next set of memories, but all sheâd gotten was her Horde uniform. And now, she couldnât stop wondering why. Why would she get this now?
Catraâs almost-glare was all suspicion now, taking in her words and honestly just not liking any of it. It sounded crazy, and creepy, and she didnât get it - why her? A part of her irrationally blamed the goddamn weapon for everything and those were feelings she needed to deal with on her own. Not like anyone could help her with them.
âI always knew you were weird but not magical-sword-turning-you-into-a-warrior-princess kind of weird,â she scoffed, nails raking into her own hair as she contemplated. âShadow Weaverâs obsessed with getting you back. Well - obsessed with you, period. I wonder if she knew youâd eventually get that kind of power?â
It was a hunch. She always went on and on about Adoraâs potential, how sheâd gleefully drop Catra dead if she hindered it in any way. So it seemed logical to assume that the hag knew something was up.
Adoraâs brows furrowed and she frowned. She hadnât thought of it that way, but she didnât like the idea one bit. Watching semi-objectively, she knew Shadow Weaverâs obsession â because, yeah, Catra was right, it was an obsession â was creepy and weird. She seemed very convinced Adora was destined for greatness without a lot of reason. She was an exceptional soldier, striving for perfectionism and earning herself high blood pressure on Etheria just like she had here, but she would never have dreamed of becoming She-Ra. Sheâd thought she would spend her entire life with the Horde until very recently.
But could Shadow Weaver have known? Was her magic able to pick up on stuff like that? Let her see into the future? In all honesty, it was hard to say what the old witch was capable of.
âMaybe,â she said tentatively. âI guess thereâs no way to know for sure, though. Weâre not her. Thank God.â
She stuck out her tongue playfully, then slipped one hand free to pull down her jacketâs carefully concealed zipper just a couple of centimeters. It was a clear attempt to deflect this conversation, but she really didnât want to get into it right now. The last thing they needed to do was go down a dark rabbit hole and ruin Catraâs high.
Adora was right. There was no way for them to really know unless more was revealed to them as the visits went on. They could speculate âtil their faces went blue but that was wholly unappealing and so was even casually mentioning Shadow Weaver and her intentions. Whatever they were with Adora, Catra was convinced that they were not good. If only this former version could focus on that rather than, yâknow, coming up with ways to hurt Adora, thatâd be nice.
But this current version of Catra currently focused at the little bit of unzipping there. She smirked down at her, amused.
âAre you trying to take a peek or do you actually wanna try this on?â she asked, and if Adora didnât want to talk about the other stuff - that was fine too. She knew she was probably frustrated at receiving something physical instead of seeing a progression of events. In contrast, Catra was a little relieved.
Itâd only get worse for her. That other Catra was making sure of it.
âMmm, the first one,â Adora hummed without hesitation. She pulled the zipper down a little more to get a good view of what was hiding underneath.
She genuinely had no desire right now to put the jacket on. She knew Catra thought she should, and she probably would eventually. But right now, it was a no-go. She was probably being stupid and weird, but she felt like putting it on made the other Adora too real. She didnât want to be the other Adora. She didnât want to feel the pain she felt for abandoning her best friend, the person she loved most in the world, and she had it in her head she would become more that person when she put in on. It didnât matter how much that part of her ached to put it on, felt that attachment to it and sense of mine. She wasnât ready to totally accept those feelings.
She hadnât expressed much of this to Catra. They were still having a hard time with the talking thing. There were better moments, but it was still mostly touch and go. She was seriously considering taking them both up to sit with Dan and talk it out. Maybe having him there would force them to talk and hold themselves accountable. And having a mediator there if it got messy would be good, too. Because that was what Adora was afraid of: the mess, the hurt, the fallout of that life and the potential it had to screw up this one.
Catra could handle a quiet Adora, usually. Part of her wanted to pry her open like a book, wanted to know all the thoughts swimming inside that spacy head of hers because there was a lot that she didnât say despite being the more expressive one of the two. There were times where she could guess what was on her mind, depending on the look on her face - but she was having a hard time this go-around.
Should she ask? Would she even tell her? She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, letting the unzipping happen at her own pace. Not like there was much left to go, but.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder so it wouldnât fall to tickle Adora when she leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âI love you,â she whispered. âJust a daily reminder.â
In case she ever doubted it and just - was always too afraid to tell her?
Tingles spread down her spine from the touch of Catraâs lips against her forehead. If there was one thing Adora was always confident about, it was that Catra loved her. She may not say it as often as Adora did (something she loved to tease her about), but she showed it in her own way and it was felt. And it still made butterflies swarm to life in the pit of her belly to hear it spoken aloud, every single time without fail. She knew, even with her, that wasnât always the easiest thing for Catra to do.
âThank you for the reminder. I love you too.â She tilted her chin up to replace her forehead with her lips. She kissed Catra tenderly for a moment, finally fully unzipping the jacket, and slid her hands up her bare sides around to her back. She was more wiry muscle than most would guess, and Adora would never get tired of exploring every bit of her.
âYâknow, maybe cooking high could be an adventure,â she mused. âStill willing to share?â She needed to do something to calm her whirling mind and she knew it had to be good stuff to get Catra to this stage of mellow.
If it were up to Catra sheâd stay all evening like this, trapped into the kiss as if she were her saving grace from everything that was awful. She even fucking giggled against her lips, the glide of hands over her sides briefly ticklish, and while she may have shamelessly let out a whine when they broke apart -
Adoraâs suggestion actually piqued her interest.
âAlways with you,â she grinned, giving her a little eskimo kiss - meaning it was a rub of noses, something stupid cute and nauseating - before straightening and reaching over for the lone joint. The lighter, too. Catra would get it going for her. The end was lit, and she gave it a puff to get the embers to slowly burn and voila. Good to go. âYouâre probably a light weight with this too. Donât smoke too much unless you want to be a useless puddle of blonde goo. I really want those fish tacos.â
âIâll be careful,â Adora assured her with an amused smile. âItâs not my first time, you know.â
She wasnât sure if sheâd ever told Catra about that. Sheâd been staunchly anti-drinking and anti-drugs when they were in high school. She was still pretty against drinking. Sheâd heard about the messes it could cause, especially health-wise. She couldnât stomach the thought of doing that much potential damage to her liver.
But smoking? She wouldnât do it every day, but she didnât see the harm in indulging every once in a while. It cleared her mind and helped her relax. Sheâd smoked a handful of times with Bow and Glimmer when she was living there. Sheâd learned enough to recognize her limits.
She took the offered joint and took a careful hit. It had been a while, but she managed to get through it without a coughing fit.
âI wasnât sure,â she countered with a quirked brow - she typically did treat Adora like she was straight edge because thatâs what she usually was. There were moments where she surprised Catra, though, like when she agreed to vandalize Weaverâs house and, yeah, it was super sexy when her rebellious side came up for attention. âBut Iâm not that surprised if you dabbled into stuff you wouldnât usually do the time we werenât together?â
Catra experimented but not irresponsibly so - some things required you to be around trustworthy people and she hardly trusted anyone. She had tamed down her ways ever since Adora stumbled back into her life with only a duffel bag of clothes. It wasnât anything she missed, though it was nice to casually drink some booze and smoke it up with her girlfriend when the edge needed to be taken off.
Her palm went to rest on Adoraâs chest and tapped her fingertips there. âI am a little jealous that Tweedle Dee and Dum were probably the first ones to pop your stoner cherry,â Catra smirked. âTheyâre the only ones I can think of who could convince you to try.â
âThey did,â Adora admitted. It hadnât been an easy task, but theyâd eventually convinced her that it wasnât going to do her any major harm and she wasnât going to become addicted, so sheâd tried it. And sheâd enjoyed it, but she didnât have any yearning to do it regularly. She was into more natural highs; a good workout kicked that into gear well enough, but she missed soccer like crazy.
She picked up Catraâs hand and gently kissed her fingers. âBut if it helpsâŠyouâve popped every other cherry that counts.â She smirked right back and leaned up for another kiss.
It was true. She had experienced all of her firsts with Catra, as far back as she could remember. Even the non-romantic, not-so-good stuff had been with Catra. She had every intention of keeping it that way, too. She wanted every first and every last she had in her life to be with Catra. She didnât want to imagine any more years going by without being near her.
Catra kept her there for a little while, in the kiss - hands cupping her face, fingertips grazing into her wheat blonde hair, the taste of smoke on her lips. It was slow; lazy and sweet. âIt helps,â she chuckled huskily as her thumbs stroked her cheekbones. âIâm glad they kinda pulled you out of your shell. Itâs not a bad thing.â
She also was learning to shake off being too possessive. It was worse when they were kids and the thought of Adora finding a new best friend to replace her with was a swirling constant, but - Weaver beating down on her self-esteem played a big part too, always making her question Adoraâs motives and if she even deserved her as a friend in general. It was a method of pitting them against one another, trying to make sure their connection didnât get too deep.
It didnât work. Obviously. The time they spent apart helped taper down that insane co-dependence they had with one another and helped make her feel more assured of what they had. Bow and Glimmer never were her replacements. They arenât threats. They were good for Adora.
Even if her former self didnât get that yet.
âI should probably get off you, huh?â she sighed. âAnd put actual clothes on.â Which would end up being a t-shirt and that was it, what did she need pants for at home?
It wasnât a bad thing, Adora agreed with that. Bow and Glimmer had been so good to her. Theyâd been a safe place to land for her after sheâd uprooted her life at Shadow Weaverâs and left. A part of her had always been afraid to do that, especially without Catra, but it was being with Catra that had propelled her forward. It gave her the strength to finally step out of Shadow Weaverâs control and do something for herself.
And Bow and Glimmer became a foundation for her to build her new life on. She was lucky to have them in her life and all the luckier they didnât seem to begrudge her running off to NOLA to be with Catra. They had always known how she felt about Catra, that she wanted to get back to her and be with her someday. She just couldnât bring herself to wait for that âsomedayâ any longer.
It was better this time around, too. They were better. They could be together comfortably, count on each other, and still have their own lives.
âMmm, unnecessary,â Adora protested. She slid one hand up Catraâs bare stomach and gave a very suggestive grin. âIâm liking you just where you are. And generally, the less clothes the better. In my opinion.â
âIs that so,â Catra challenged, loving that grin way too much. Same with her touch, causing her skin to get that fluttery tingle that also shot up her spine. She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders but used a hand to keep it closed over her breasts just to be coy. âI am pretty comfortable here, actually.â
Adora beneath her looking like that? Mmm, yeah, she didnât want to budge. âMight make our attempt to cook dinner tough, though,â she tsked without disappointment and ground her hips a bit on her. âAre you trying to seduce me?â
It wouldnât take much. Like, consider her seduced always.
âTrying and succeeding, I think,â Adora murmured, licking her lips at the sight of so much bare skin exposed to her. It seemed her one hit off that joint had already stirred up some hormones. Having Catra grinding on top of her so intentionally wasnât helping that either.
âWe could have a later dinner tonightâŠâ She sat up and wrapped her arms around Catraâs waist, pressing a kiss to her jaw. âI think I could go for some dessert first.â She met Catraâs eyes meaningfully, subtle as a hammer, before leaning in to kiss her deeply.
Catra didnât need to be told twice. The jacket was finally shed and draped over the couch with a surprising dose of care despite the, uh, needs here - she didnât drop it on the floor as if it were trash. Now she was officially topless and needed Adora to get to her level yesterday.
âYou are way too clothed,â she grumbled into the kiss and that was exactly the problem her hands chose to rectify, the clothes. Dinner was definitely going to wait. She was hungry for something else.