WHO: Catra & Adora WHAT: First official date WHERE: A park in the city WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, March 27th WARNINGS: Some mentions of sex but nothing terrible STATUS: Complete
As soon as Catra said yes to Adoraâs proposed date, she put her plan into action.
Admittedly, yes, she had gotten a little bit crazy trying to plot out the greatest, most romantic date for her and Catra. She hadnât intended to take up an entire wall in one of Darlaâs suites with her research, but well, old habits die hard. It wasnât her fault! Sheâd been raised as a perfectionist. Sheâd come a long way in learning to relax since ending up Vallo, but letting go of some of her more obsessive habits was still a process. She had to channel her anxious energy into something. Planning the perfect date, now that she and Catra had officially been a couple for a while, was exactly the project she needed.
She had taken care of most of the research necessary before officially asking, then had planned Friday afternoon and Saturday morning accordingly to make sure everything was in order. She had arranged for Alex to take care of Spirit while they were out and dropped him off at Morningside early in the afternoon. She wanted to give them the space to spend time together and have a meal without an eager puppy nose finding its way into everything.
Just shy of four oâclock that afternoon, she was dressed, had an extra large picnic basket packed up, and she was ready to go. She hadnât deviated much from the everyday outfits sheâd taken to wearing now that they were in Vallo. Sheâd ditched her old uniform, but her new wardrobe wasnât too far from her norm. Jeans, leggings, a good collection of white shirts in varying sleeve lengths, jackets in varying colors, but the reds were still her favorites. And sheâd planned this date to be a bit more casual than the typical romantic dates that seemed so common in the movies. Hopefully still fitting and fun. She felt pretty confident in that.
The waypoints were a no-go for Catra, since it made her nauseous. So they walked the long way into the city, holding hands and chatting, until they reached the park Adora had picked out. It was relatively full, other couples and groups sprinkled throughout, people biking or skateboarding up and down the sidewalks. There was a playground in the distance, too, echoing with children screaming and laughing. It was a nice day, comfortably warm, and after theyâd scouted out a properly shady tree to sit under, Adora lowered the basket onto the grass.
âSo, what do you think?â she questioned, looking around. âGood spot?â
Oh, yeah - Catra had been wildly aware of Adoraâs intricate dating plans for a few days now, she just didnât feel the need to say anything about it since it was clearly a work in progress. It was adorable. Like, stupidly adorable. Leave it to her to put that much thought into assessing all their options before finalizing her decision. Watching her mull it all over, hand on her chin and eyes squinting until she pieced together a plan of action was kind of her favorite thing. She could have watched her pace and strategize over it all day.
Truthfully, she wasnât picky. Whatever they would end up doing would be perfect as long as they were together and boy wasnât that an intensely sappy train of thought, shoot her. Dates were supposed to be fun, helped nourish a relationship (or what the fuck ever) and being able to actually go on them wasnât anything she could ever turn down. Perish the thought.
âWorks for me,â Catra confirmed, comfortably dressed in these things called jeggings (like jeans, but stretchy??) and a dressier shirt, the kind that was tight and exposed those shoulders. The blanket in her arms was unrolled, laid out flat before them so they could settle down and relax. âNone of the balls those kids are kicking over there should smack us in the face?â
âI think weâve got enough clearance,â Adora confirmed, eyes sweeping over those kids and what looked like a couple of soccer balls they were passing around. They were far enough away that the chances of a ball flying over and smacking into them seemed low. Not that they couldnât survive a soccer ball to the head; it was more the foodâs well-being she would be concerned about.
âBuuuuut before you get comfortable, I kind of had an idea on how we could work up an appetite.â She grinned, stealing a kiss before crouching down to open the picnic basket, rummage around toward the bottom and pull out two good-sized nerf blasters sheâd packed away. She straightened out and raised her eyebrows, offering one to Catra. âWanna try taking me down?â
What the fuck was that.
It was shaped like a firearm, plastic with obnoxious coloring and - oh, it was a toy. Catra took hers, scrutinizing it closely with clear judgment in her mismatched eyes. There was also the unmistakable glint of amusement since she might actually love this idea a lot. Dumb but fun, which more or less described the mischief they had always gotten themselves into during their younger years.
âAwe,â she cooed condescendingly, taking a wide step close to eliminate that distance between them. Catra wanted to be pressed up and cozy, cocking the mouth of the nerf gun right into Adoraâs jaw. Her grin was deliciously wicked, sharp canines menacingly exposed. âIs this because we finally admitted that fighting each other was just our version of foreplay?â
That had been a fun revelation during one of their post-coital pillow talk sessions. It was validating to know that the feeling had, uh - been mutual, and she wasnât the only one feeling weird stirrings during there not-so-platonic moments in the battlefield.
Watching Catra examine the nerf gun like sheâd never seen anything like it before made Adora smile. Even the clear judgment in her eyes didnât dim her excitement, and she knew she had picked a winner. It was silly, yes, but it felt fitting for them. And there was maybe some influence from the admittance that their one-on-one battles during the war had stirred up certain feelings. Thankfully, this was a tamer version of those fights, with no hostile undertones.
Not that sheâd mind being pinned under Catra at the end of it. As long as kisses were part of the deal.
She raised her head, her heart already racing when the mouth of the gun pressed against her. âIt may have been a thought,â she admitted, lifting her hand to wrap around the barrel and press it down. She leaned in to press a kiss to her nose. âWhoever wins has to feed the other by hand. Think you can take me down?â
Catra let out this stupid fucking trill at the kiss to her nose - Adora elicited a lot of sounds from her but thankfully this one was at least suitable for the public. The ammo these toys were loaded with couldnât be anything tough so there was no actual concern for like, a serious bruise or anything. Itâd be fun.
âAlways could,â she shot back heatlessly, the grin shrinking into a smirk as she slowly - slowly - slid the nerf gun down her front. âWith or without a top that has a boob window.â
Then she pulled back, and took a very graceful leap that landed her a couple yards away from Adora. Her ears pricked forward, tail twitching in a good kind of anticipation as she positioned the toy in her hands as if she was holding an actual firearm. âCountdown to three, princess - one, twoâŠâ
âThree!â Adora finished off, grinning as she raised her blaster and took aim. The ammo was literally foam, nothing remotely harmful and probably nothing that would even stick. It would really just depend on who tired out or surrendered first. And Adora had no intention of letting that be her on either count. They both had competitive streaks miles wide.
She fired off three of the nerf bullets before making a beeline for the tree in the hopes of avoiding retaliation. Obviously, she wasnât going to just stand there and make it easy for Catra to tackle her. Not that particularly minded being tackled â she just wanted her girlfriend to have to chase her.
Ohhhh yeah. Catra expected her to fire first - and it wasnât like flying foam had a lot of momentum either, she was quicker. By a lot. She twisted on the heels of her feet with effortless grace, evading the toy bullets before taking off with a sprint after her. If Adora was going for a tree, well.
So was she.
Except she climbed it instead, claws scratching up the bark messily as she scrambled her way up. The first large branch she came to was what she straddled, and it dippedat the addition of her weight but who gave a fuck - this gave her height to shoot at her girlfriendâs damn hair poof. âJust doing your hair a favor, babe! Hold! Still!â
âThatâs cheating!â Adora protested, lifting her arm to block the nerf darts smacking her in the head. She circled the tree to get out of the direct line of fire, then lifted her occupied hand to shoot off a few more bullets, before spinning on her heel and darting a few yards off. Those guns only reached so far, and Catra would have to lose her height advantage to come after her now.
âItâs being creative!â Catra shot back, letting out a rambunctious cackle because haha got you (though one or two of Adoraâs hit her leg, that wasnât nice). But it was true that the bullets didnât go far, and Adora putting a new stretch of distance between them was definitely problematic and she had to get closer.
The branch she was on made this creaking sound beneath her and that was a sign that she needed to remove herself, soon. So she jumped, landed on her feet without issue and gave into the chase. She wanted to tackle her, damnit, but with a hug - her girlfriend couldnât resist those, could she?
Adora was smiling so widely her cheeks were aching, in the best way. She whipped around again when she felt Catra gaining under her, pulling the trigger three more times in an attempt to pelt her with nerf bullets. To her surprise (but probably not Catraâs) the turn was just a little too fast, and by the second pull of the trigger, she had tripped over her own feet. Her eyes went comically wide just before she lost the ground beneath her.
She threw out her arms in an attempt to save herself but landed hard on her back and lost her breath. The gun skittered out of her hand, landing a few feet away, but all she could do was let out a breathless laugh.
Clearly, that was Catraâs opening and she fucking took it because why wouldnât she. That meant she pounced onto Adora with all her weight and straddled her hips fully, the sight beneath her totally and utterly divine, thanks. It was a favorite. Always has been, but now theyâd been in this position in a different context and it made the whole thing that much better.
âI canât even take credit for this,â she laughed, tail whipping about but happily - a good switch from having it move from nerves or anything negative. The mouth of the nerf gun was aimed right at that forehead she loved to tease her about so much. âI mean, I almost want to make you get up so I can win this fair and square but - I donât know, you always look really pretty when youâre under me.â
And with that said, she pushed the trigger and let a foam bullet hit her between the eyes. It was light. Very anti-climatic and lame, but it was a victory.
Adora didnât make a single attempt to dislodge Catra. She was more than happy to be pinned under her girlfriend, staring up into those gorgeous, mismatched eyes with a dopey grin on her face. She blinked in surprise when Catra shot a nerf dart right between her eyes, but all she could do was throw her head back and laugh. She was so insanely happy here, not just in Vallo but in this moment, that it almost felt unreal.
âYouâre lucky I let my clumsiness get the best of me or I would totally have kicked your butt,â she teased, reaching out to knock the gun out of Catraâs hand and pull her closer. Her hands slid up along her cheeks, stroking across the base of her ears before sliding into her long locks. âI love you so much.â
âMmmmhm,â Catra purred, half-lidded eyes drinking her in scandalously - nope, she wasnât going to poke fun and say that Adora liked being under her more than she liked winning. Banter was fun, but it was better to enjoy this; to bask in the sound of her laughter, the way she caressed those sensitive ears of hers and laced fingers into her mane of hair.
And since they were close, how the hell could she not kiss her?
Gun discarded and hands freed, she cradled her face and nudged their noses, helping tip Adoraâs head back just a smidge so their mouths could slot together. Catra kissed her sweetly, slowly, and broke it moments later to echo the sentiment. âLove you too, doofus. Also love that youâre going to be feeding me by hand - itâs what I deserve, honestly.â
âWhoâs the princess now?â Adora shot back, coaxing Catra in for another kiss, just as slow and achingly sweet. She could honestly just stay like this for the rest of the evening, nevermind the romantic picnic aspect sheâd planned. But she was actually excited to show Catra what sheâd brought along. The hand-feeding bet had been premeditated too; everything sheâd packed were finger foods, perfect for this purpose.
âYou gotta help me find all those darts, by the way,â she murmured, sliding her legs up and closing her knees around Catraâs slim waist. âDonât want birds to eat them and choke or something. People probably wouldnât be happy if more birds got murder-y.â
Oh, that was a low fucking blow when it came to the princess comment. Catra managed to rumble out a disapproving rude against her lips, though she wasnât about to let it sour that kissing. Wasnât worth it. The feel of her mouth, that brush of tongue - she also could happily spend the remainder of their day like this, blissed out of her damn mind.
Love was gross.
âCan we do that later,â groaned Catra, eyes rolling back into her skull oh so dramatically. One of her hands roamed down to settle right over Adoraâs ribcage. âI wanna see what you packed. I have needs. And right now one of them is food. Iâm hungry.â
âLaterâs fine,â Adora agreed with a chuckle, slipping her hands back to Catraâs face to rub her cheeks. Losing those little things wouldnât be the worst thing in the world, and they werenât Adoraâs first priority anyway. She would much rather be curled up on their picnic blanket with her girlfriend sharing food. At its core, that was really all she wanted for a good date. It was just nice to throw in a little extra fun, now that they were in a place where they were allowed to have it.
âAre you going to let me up or do I have to lift you?â she teased, brushing another quick kiss across Catraâs lips. The position they were in made it a little bit of a challenge to maneuver them, but she was up for it. She could always be extra show-offy and let She-Ra pop in for the job, too.
Oh. Right. Catra had to actually get up, didnât she. Adora rubbing her cheeks felt so nice, though - she was purring up a little thunderstorm, nuzzling into her palms. âIâll get up,â she huffed-whined, kissing her back and allowing her lips to linger against hers for a bit. Comfortable.
But it was a necessary evil to move so thatâs what Catra forced herself to do. She rose to her feet and stretched a hand out for her girlfriend to take. âYouâll have other chances to show off in public,â she promised with a bemused snort. âWonât say no to you holding my hand though.â
âAwww,â Adora cooed, taking the offered hand and getting to her feet. âI like holding your hand, too.â She squeezed Catraâs hand in hers when she was fully vertical, pressed a kiss to her temple, then led her back to their little spot beneath the tree. She sank back down onto the blanket, crossing her legs and pulling her girlfriend down with her before she could protest.
âIâll be able to feed you better this way,â she declared, reaching into the basket to pull out a bottle of beer and pass it off. âDrinks first. Then I haaaaaveâŠâ She reached into the basket, pulling out a decent-sized styrofoam container and reading the scribbled description on top. âBarbecued meatballs to start.â
Fancy. Catra settled in comfortably against Adora, never one to complain about closeness to begin with - she believed strongly in personal space except when it came to them and she obviously wasnât the only one that seemed to feel that way. The bottle was taken, using the hem of her shirt to twist the cap off and with one hand occupied, her other arm draped over her neck. It wouldnât be getting used anyway.
âMmm, start with that,â she piped up, nose twitching at the scent - it smelled good, and her appetite had been fairly normalized lately. Catra would never inhale things the way Adora would but she was very much eating here. Vallo had some pretty good shit. âDid I tell you how stupidly cute you are for this, by the way? Dates are fun, we need a lot more of them.â
âWe will,â Adora promised, popping open the container and setting it beside her. One arm wound around Catraâs waist while her other hand dipped down to pluck out a meatball. It smelled absolutely delicious. Barbecue was still a new flavor for Adora and an intense one. She tended to lean into more intense flavors, though. Years of tasteless ration bars had primed her to eat anything and everything she was given without much discernment. Savoring food was more of a Vallo development. She had more time to enjoy food now.
âEat,â she instructed, although not in a pushy way. She had worried about Catra being underweight their first few months here, but as the months had passed, she had started to eat and fill out more. Seeing her at a healthy weight for the first time in such a long time (maybe forever, really) brought Adora such relief. She never wanted to see Catra so skinny and underweight again. She never would, not if she could help it.
Adora was met with zero protests. Her mouth opened, and she ate - the meatball was small enough to where she could fit in her mouth, and it really was delicious. Catra was pretty sure that basket was overpacked and there was a high chance that no actual sexy times would occur at the end of this date, just a massive nap while they digested everything.
Sounded like a good time regardless. Not only did Adora double as a chair anywhere she went but she also made for a pretty good mattress to sprawl herself on.
âMmf - so,â Catra started after she washed that first bite down with a swig of beer, tail rhythmically swaying in a way that was utter contentment. There was a soft and constant thwap to Adoraâs arm. âNow that youâve had a taste with what a lifeâs like outside of war - what do you wanna do, once itâs over? What do you see yourself doing?â
Running on the assumption that they won and lived to see the end of it, that is. Catra wouldnât consider the alternative. The alternative would make this conversation pointless, but she was interested to see if Adora actually wanted things beyond fighting. Beyond She-Ra.
It didnât take long for Adora to realize alternating was the best way to go here if she intended to feed them both efficiently. So, after offering Catra another meatball, she grabbed one for herself, and she would keep it up until they finished the little boxful. She had a few other things packed away in the basket that would probably fill them up pretty quickly. Not that she was in any rush. She was planning to savor every minute of this.
But she hadnât expected what Catra asked her next. It wasnât a bad question or one she didnât want to answer, but it did give her pause, briefly. She felt like she wanted more things here than she ever had back on Etheria, but circumstances were very different. She had no idea what Etheria would be like post-war. Assuming they won (which she hoped for but wasnât entirely sure would happen just yet), their planet and at least an entire galaxy of planets now around them were infected by Prime. And was he even beatable?
Those thoughts had been extra repressed lately. If she thought about it, she would get anxious about it, and she had enough anxiety just in general to power Darla if she wanted. She was trying hard to deal with those issues in a slightly healthier fashion now that she was away from the stresses of constantly struggling. Even with murder birds, Vallo was a breath of fresh air.
âI donât know,â she admitted after a moment, plucking another meatball out of the box. âI like what we have now. You and me and Spirit and getting to be people instead of justâŠsoldiers.â
âSo you wantâŠâ Catra gestured vaguely with the beer bottle. âThis, then. Domestic bliss?â Okay, yeah - cheesy term but it wasnât inaccurate? Valloâs scenery was definitely the most domestic theyâve ever experienced even with the occasional influx of monsters pouring out of the forest. For once their structure wasnât militaristic, and their schedules worked around whatever they wanted to do.
She liked what they had now, too. A lot. She didnât know whether they could actually have this back on Etheria all things considered - impending invasion, who knows if theyâd end up together like this (she hoped so, but) and then the idea of Adora sleeping with the (former?) enemy might cause an issue or two. Who knew. But it was kind of nice to fantasize the hypotheticals.
That next meatball was hers to claim, so she leaned forward and plucked it out of Adoraâs grip with her teeth. âI can see you in some little house in the forest,â she continued after swallowing. âWith a fuckton of animals. Like a farm where you get to roll around with a bunch of baby animals.â
âAs long as youâre rolling around with me, that sounds perfect,â Adora agreed, picking up her bottle of beer for a careful sip. She liked the idea of a nice, peaceful existence, with only occasional weirdness compared to the constancy of being at war with the people she grew up with and loved. A farm with a bunch of animals to keep her occupied and to top off her need for cuteness sounded like an idea she could get behind. Spirit would have the time of his life with a plot of fenced-in land to run around on.
âWhat about you?â She batted the question right back to her girlfriend, offering up one of the last three meatballs â they would be moving on to the next container soon. âIs that what you want? A little house in the forest or a farm or something?â It didnât exactly scream Catra to her, but their lives had changed a lot in the time theyâd been here. Maybe it was something she really wanted, too.
Hmmmm. Catra had to mull that question over, chewing slowly as she positioned herself a bit differently - back pressed against Adoraâs chest more, legs stretched out before her lazily. Once upon a dark time she had opened a portal to fuck with reality, and that new reality had been a reflection what she had really wanted. A reality with Adora, where they were together and not pitted against one another. Granted, the location had been in the Fright Zone but that wasnât an important detail.
Turns out, location didnât actually matter. It was why the farm life scenario didnât bother her even a little.
âNever imagined it for myself, but.â Catra rolled her head back onto her shoulder, freckled nose wrinkling as a wry smile claimed her lips. âIf itâs with you, sure. I mean, youâd be doing all the manual labor while I kick back and enjoy the view. Sounds like a good retirement. Iâd grow old and grey that way gladly.â
Adora finished off the last meatball for herself while Catra moved and repositioned herself and they both got a lot more comfortable. She licked her fingers clean before sliding both arms around her girlfriendâs waist, one hand slipping just beneath the hem of her shirt. She was temporarily satisfied food-wise and wanted a moment to enjoy feeling Catra against her. Her fingers swirled gently through the fur of Catraâs belly and she smiled right back when those mismatched eyes tilted back and met hers.
âOld and grey?â she echoed, brightening considerably. âIs thatâ You want that? To be togetherâŠthat long?â Sheâd wondered about that, worried about it, even. She loved Catra and knew without a doubt that love was returned, but they hadnât really talked about how serious this was. They were getting better about having those conversations, but all of this was so new.
Wait. How was that even a question? Catraâs eyes blinked, the smile dipping down into a small frown. âI mean.â Her body shifted again - this time it was more of a fidget, tail wrapping around her own waist in an expression of insecurity. Her ears were pinned back. âIâve literally loved you for most of my life. Why wouldnât I for the rest of it?â
If thatâs what Adora wanted, really wanted. Judging by her reaction she did, so that was good? Maybe it was a bit presumptuous to assume that was what they were headed for but it was what Catra wanted too. It was what sheâs always wanted. âAnd - no pressure, you know that, right? I know this part of the relationship is still fresh and Iâm always going to be working on not fucking up, but Iâm in this. However far you want to take it.â
God, feelings were exhausting. And scary. As if she hadnât already put herself out there for Adora, raw and bare, the good parts and bad. Somehow this was new.
âHey, Iâm sorry,â Adora murmured, realizing by the way Catra seemed to draw inward that sheâd freaked her out a bit. She pressed kisses against her pinned back ears, one hand shifting into her hair while the other slipped from her belly to her tail, stroking the soft fur. âI love you. I want that with you, all of it, forever. Youâre not pressuring me. I justâ We hadnât said it, so it surprised me. In a good way. Okay? Iâm in this, too. I promise.â
She scattered a few more kisses across her girlfriendâs cheeks, gazing at her with soft eyes and a soft smile. Sometimes, she could almost pretend there had never been a time when they were apart and so at odds. Being together like this felt like it had always been meant to be.
âNext?â she suggested, one hand slipping away to pull out the small plate of mini quiche awaiting them. She had gotten a few different types and the scent already had her mouth watering. âWant a quickie?â Yes, that was quickie because her brain somehow couldnât process the âHâ in that word. And since sheâd ordered it online on looks alone, she had no idea how it was actually said. Whoops.
Catra hadnât really noticed her own tension until it melted away, bones and muscles liquifying from relief. Nowadays she usually was secure in their relationship - hi, their love did bring She-Ra back from hiding after all - but there were moments of doubt from time to time, and the verbal reassurance was enough to soothe them.
It definitely revived the rumble of purrs from earlier, the affections yielding stronger vibrations. Cool. So they were on the same page about this too. All of it, forever. She liked the sound of that. Catra bent her knees, nestled in more (as if she could get anywhere closer, she was flush against her like this) and went for a kiss, until -
âWhat.â Her eyes might as well have popped out of their damn sockets. Did she hear that right? A quickie. Adora said quickie, both innocently and confidently that she couldnât really mean that kind of quickie, could she? Not like, she was against a little bit of exhibitionism but they were out in broad daylight and there were kids around and - oh. Catra noticed the plate, and then face palmed. âQuiche, Adora. You mean quiche.â
Adoraâs eyebrows furrowed and she stared at the plate of tiny pie-like snacks after Catra had corrected her. âOh. Quiche,â she repeated. âOkay.â She didnât quite understand the look her misspeaking had sparked in Catraâs eyes, though. She had corrected herself, hadnât she? For the most part, she felt like she was on the same level as most of the Outlanders, despite coming from a war-torn world, but there were some things she still didnât know because they just didnât have it.
âWhatâs with the face?â she questioned, breaking one of the little quiches in half and offering it to Catra. âDid I say something else wrong?â She bit into her half of the quiche and was greeted with the taste of warm, melted ham and cheese. There may have been a very small, stifled whimper of pleasure. That was delicious.
Wide eyes quickly became narrowed eyes, not of anger but of scrutiny because - no, Adora really would be that oblivious, wouldnât she. Wow. Catra was so stupidly into her it should be embarrassing.
âAdoraaaaa,â she sang, refusing the offer of the quiche for now. Instead she grabbed her chin gently, claws out but careful, and the purring had kicked up a notch thanks to her girlfriendâs dumbassery serving as a mild turn on. âJust so you know - a quickie means sex, the fast and hard kind. Like if youâre trying to get it on while youâre in a rush.â
Yep, she wasnât about to beat around the bush when it came to the definition. Catra considered this an educational moment in their forever relationship.
This time, Adoraâs eyes nearly popped out of her sockets. She wasnât surprised by Catraâs rather graphic way of defining what exactly âquickieâ meant. What surprised her was that sheâd said that when she was referring to food. It was pretty clear now that these were two very different things, and she was a little embarrassed she hadnât known the difference.
Catra, thankfully, looked mostly amused and a little something else familiar. Both of Adoraâs hands slipped down to her belly, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt again. âWell, I meanâŠwe could have one of those, too, if you wanted,â she murmured, closing the distance to press a kiss to her girlfriendâs lips. She wouldnât actually get fully naked in the middle of the park, but the sun would be going down soon and a little sneaky action wouldnât hurt her feelings. Her sex drive had definitely revved up lately, and she wouldnât say no to that kind of an opportunity.
Catra could have died. Seriously. Was Adora always this sexy or did her feelings make her view indiscriminately biased? She could always inquire with a third party but there would be no guarantees she wouldnât claw someoneâs face off depending on their response, so - sheâd settle for both scenarios.
âIf I ever say no to you,â she murmured in between kisses since, yes, it was plural now - there was more than one happening, Adora started it. âYou can assume Iâm terminally ill, or possessed.â
And for the third time, she shifted again and this time she moved to face her. Adoraâs lap was straddled, and her arms circled around her neck and she delivered one hell of a silly smooch to her mouth. âYouâre ridiculous, and I love you.â
Adora smiled widely, stroking up Catraâs back and tilting her head up to steal all the smooches from those gorgeous lips. She wasnât sure sheâd ever have been so bold before, but Catra was everything to her. There wasnât much she was afraid to say to her anymore, so of course she would proposition her in the middle of the park. Why shouldnât she? There were no innocent ears nearby, and this was a date! Sex was at least semi-likely to follow.
âI love you too. And Iâll remember that.â Around here, the latter was more of a possibility than sheâd like to consider. But she liked to think even without the tip, sheâd know her Catra from a possessed Catra in a heartbeat. âNow, come on. Have a quiche.â