WHAT: Wifely bonding in the form of Adora being stuck in her head as usual and Catra pulling (and purring) her out of it - involves getting high, Oreos, and reviewing the dreaded hobby list WHERE: Darla WHEN: Today WARNINGS: Just Adora being a headcase lol STATUS: Complete
Converting a spaceship to resemble a residential home (on the inside) had taken some work, but theyâve gotten to that point pretty well, Catra thought. Despite Darla fitting on the small side for a ship, its layout was spacious with repurposed rooms. One had become a fully equipped gym (mats, weights, a pole for yours truly), and another had been selected by Finn (claiming that, in the future, this room was theirs so they went with it) so that was reserved for whenever they happened. A few were guest rooms in case friends needed them because life was weird, why not?
And then there was the brig, traditionally used as a holding cell on these vessels and Catraâs first bedroom here. It used to have a lone cot in the center, and she remembered waking up to these walls after a set of feverish nightmares fresh off Primeâs ship - remembered Entrapta extracting the chip from her neck, how she and Adora huddled up against one another. Now, it has improved lighting; blank art canvases of all sizes, an art easel, tables with brushes and paint and plastic cups and color-stained rags. Sketchbooks and pencils, streaks of color that had been accidents on the floor.
It was an art room now. Hers. Catra spent a lot of time here. Music in the background, Melog lounging nearby. Most projects she did were for fun. Sometimes they were for friends, and that had been her latest commitment - recreating the murals from Horror Hall for Scorpia. It was a beast to take on and time consuming but she was fucking determined to finish them, okay.
Breaks were necessary though, and it was the perfect chance to check up on Adora. Catra had been granting her wife moments of space - a lot had been going on, the bombshell of her being Adamâs lost twin was fresh and, recently, sheâd been seeing James. But those moments were followed up by Catra crawling back into her personal and mooshing her face into hers for that scent marking, reminding Adora that no matter what she was here. For anything and everything. This time sheâd be covered in some paint.
There were splatters dotting her arms, and the stray hairs that escaped her braid were dipped in this sapphire blue (an accident), a dollop of pink over her nose. The t-shirt she wore had holes and was hanging off her shoulders, and those were definitely thrift store overalls that had some splotches of dried colors too. Catra was a mess. A shower in the next few hours was inevitable, but first.
She (stealthily) rounded the corner into the kitchen, spotted an unsuspecting and innocently standing wife and went for it, leaping right onto her back with a scratchy squeal. âGotâcha!â
Adora felt like a self-fulfilling prophecy lately.
It wasnât a feeling she enjoyed. She didnât like that her life seemed to be going in predictable circles, like sheâd told Dan. She felt content in relative calm (yesterday, theyâd even gone to Disney and that had been an unexpectedly amazing high), then something BIG threw it all off and left her feeling like she was spinning (in this case, having a DNA test confirmed twin brother, which wasnât that new anymore but still huge), then everything eventually settled. She didnât like it, especially when it wasnât something big sheâd chosen (like the wedding, that had been good, even with her bridezilla-esque behavior).
That wasnât to say finding out Adam was her brother of the real, biological kind was bad. It wasnât, necessarily. She hadnât quite found her way to being happy about it, but she was getting there. It was just so much to wrap her mind around. She knew sheâd have a family of her own someday â Finn, the twins, maybe more kids she wasnât aware of. And of course, Catra, Bow, Glimmer, Perfuma, and Scorpia all counted, along with people like Richie, Leon, Lance, Dan. She had a makeshift family, not a biological family. She was an orphan, had to be if nobody from her planet had ever missed her.
Except Adam had. And not only was she some mystical princess (which was basically what She-Ra was considered in Etherian legend), but she was an actual princess. Like, from an official Royal Family and everything. Again, it wasnât necessarily a bad thing, but it really just stung all the more that sheâd never known. Theyâd never found her. Maybe they hadnât cared.
She knew that was silly, thinking that way. She was working on it â one of the many exercises sheâd been going through with James was trying to do away with intrusive thoughts like that. And this one was especially ridiculous, she recognized that. Etheria had been contained in Despondos for hundreds of years when sheâd been pulled there by Light Hope. None of it had been their choice, and there was no reason to think they hadnât looked for her.
She was just a mess, frankly. Again. And she hated it.
James was doing his best to help. Heâd prescribed her actual medicine that was supposed to help ease the constant anxiety, but it was a slow process to get used to them. She was still using edibles pretty frequently to calm her mind, and that was what sheâd come into the kitchen to grab â Catra kept the gummies in a little jar on the kitchen counter for her. And while she was busy doing her art things (which was amazing, and Adora was so proud), Adora was trapped in spiraling thoughts and she needed a goddamn break.
She had just popped the gummy into her mouth when Ivy jumped up in front of her on the counter, giving her that plaintive âI want attentionâ meow. So, sheâd started to pet her, then picked her up to carry her back into the living room. That, of course, was when Catra chose to sneak-attack her. She yelped in surprise, startling the cat, who promptly caught her chin with her claws in a frantic attempt to escape. In a flash, she went scrambling out of the kitchen, all fluffed up and offended.
âDammit,â Adora seethed, dragging her wrist down the fresh claw marks and coming away with blood. The cuts would heal up in a second, but that didnât mean it didnât hurt. âYeah, you got me, babe,â she sighed. She turned her head to give her a tired smile. âTaking a break?â
âAww - stupid shit fucking cat,â Catra cursed aloud, which was probably a weird thing to say to a creature she may share some kind of genetics thing but whatever, she said it. She hadnât realized Ivy was making moves for attention! However, since she was the larger and superior feline predator, she won it.
There wasnât much budging from her spot. She mastered this spider-monkey move of mounting Adora, her weight feather-light and slender limbs wrapped around her. âI think Iâm done for the day and, ugh, your face - want me to lick your wounds? Câmere, gimme.â
Yep, that textured tongue darted out to playfully lap at her scratches. This was love. This was marriage.
Adora giggled and didnât protest, closing her eyes and letting Catra try to lick away the spots of blood on her chin. By the time she swiped a time or two, the cut was completely healed, like it had never happened to begin with, and Adora felt better. Mostly on an emotional level â her mood had lifted, and she knew that was all due to Catra.
âThank you, honey. Couch time?â She slipped her arms beneath Catraâs thighs, carrying her effortlessly back out to the couch where she dumped her off her back rather ungracefully. But it was fine â she sat down right beside her and finally got a good look at the splatters of paint everywhere.
âYouâre turning colors,â she teased, swiping her thumb across the pink splotch dotting Catraâs nose. âDefinitely showering before bed. Howâre Scorpiaâs pieces coming?â
Being carried and dropped (onto the couch, not something rude and unforgiving like the floor) had been expected. Catra braced herself, and once Adora got herself comfy next to her she shifted around - draped herself all across her lap with a languid stretch of muscles, a low rumble of purrs vibrating through her.
This was the check me to see if Iâm still fluffy position. Itâs a thing from their childhood, to lay over her lap so Adora can get some therapeutic pets out of her during those baby bouts of anxiety. Catra would literally murder anyone else if they tried to do this but her wife had special privileges. Obviously.
âFine, I think,â she answered with a shrug. The Black Garnet had shown up in the Fright Zone and sheâd taken Scorpia to reconnect with it, and after visiting Horror Hall she snapped pictures of the murals to try and recreate them on canvas. The shapes and figures were bold so itâs not like there were lots of nitty-gritty details but still. She was going to be meticulous about it. âI redid one like, twice and the third time seems to be a charm so far? Iâm tired, Iâm gonna revisit it with fresh eyes tomorrow.â
âTheyâre gonna be great,â Adora replied, very matter-of-factly because of course they were going to be great. This was Catra, and in Adoraâs eyes, there wasnât much she did that wasnât great these days. She loved that sheâd decided to go down this artistic path and really explore it in a way sheâd never been able to back in the Horde. Maybe she would now that the war was over back home, but, well, they wouldnât really get the chance to find that out without another surprise memory upload.
And obviously she wasnât going to pass up the opportunity that presented itself when Catra sprawled out across her lap like this. It made her smile, remembering some of those good moments from when they were kids. Catra had always known when she was dwelling in her anxious feelings, and although there was little she could do, this always helped, even now. She spent her time scritching and petting all the right places as a comfortable buzz began spreading warmly through her.
âThank you,â she sighed after a moment â a happy sound, this time. âI needed this. I canât wait until Finnâs here, too. I could use some extra fluff.â
It was a win-win for Catra. Soothe Adora, gain contentment by being touched by her most favorite person. Her eyes fell shut through it, and she almost looked happily asleep with how relaxed and goopy she was on her lap. Her most favorite spot across the multiverse, mind you.
But she was very much awake, listening. Taking in the soft sounds of her breathing, focusing on the way her blunt nails worked through the exposed peach fuzz of fur. Catraâs ears twitched lightly when heard the sigh, and a sharp blue iris peeked out to look at her. âPatience, princess,â she chuckled, claw tracing gently over her knees. âYouâll get your kitten and extra fluff one day. What do you need from me right now?â A short pause. âBesides a baby, apparently.â
There was a smile, something sly and a little wicked. A few months ago the idea would have made her cheeks heat up to the point that you could light a match on them. The idea wasnât so scary anymore.
Adora really hadnât meant that as an immediate please give me a baby. It was just a nice future that she was looking forward to! (And wanted ASAP, but she wasnât actively pushing anymore, promise.) Fluffy kittens in magicat or regular cat versions were all wins in her book. Combined with the gummy, her anxieties were slowly easing away.
They werenât completely gone, though. âJust started overthinking again,â she admitted in a quiet, slightly ashamed voice. She couldnât help it, but she was trying so hard. She felt bad when she got pulled into the void again. âThis is good, though. Iâm okay. I like it when you start purring and get all melty.â
That smile changed. Adora with that soft tone - that small voice, that was nothing to smile about. Catra scooted her body down more so her head could rest on her lap, and she nuzzled her (somewhat) paint-stained face into her tummy with a loud purrrrrr.
And she may have lifted her shirt up to bestow a little raspberry on those delectable abs, donât mind her.
âDo you wanna ramble at me?â she inquired, both eyes open now - bright in colors and worried. Her tail went to twirl around Adoraâs wrist. âMaybe I can help shed some perspective on that overthinking. Or if you want me to just lay here and look absolutely fucking adorable I can do that too.â
Adora shrugged. âItâs nothing you havenât heard before. Itâs stupid.â She wasnât going to go into any further detail unless prompted here. She had gone on and on about Adam and feeling like she had so much to live up to that she couldnât reach plenty since the big revelation had been DNA confirmed. It threw her whole sense of self off-kilter.
It hadnât been so bad when it was just oh, She-Raâs definitely Eternian and Grayskull is a Power AND a Castle. She was curious about that, and had wanted to learn more about the source of She-Ra and her powers â the real version that she had become after the destruction of the false sword. She was happy being Adamâs friend and trying to soak up the culture she had come from bit by bit.
It was so much more pressure-packed now. Or maybe it wasnât, and she was just being dramatic with her feelings, it was hard to say. But she had found something else to hyperfixate on and feel bad about and it was hard to shake those feelings off â even with meds, edibles, and extensive talk therapy.
âBabe,â she began, her frown deepening. âYour thoughts and feelings arenât stupid. Itâs been a weird few weeks with you - with everything.â
Catra pushed herself up a little, not exactly upright but high enough to where she could press this soft, warm kiss against her lips that lingered. Her claws raked through her hair, starting at the scalp for a tender scratch before falling through the curtain of strands. âI know overthinking doesnât do you any favors, so maybe we need to figure something out for you to help you stay out of your head like that?â
Itâs safe to say sheâs also had some experience obsessively over thinking about all sorts of shit - her mistakes, her worth, what she deserved (nothing) and what she didnât (everything). They were self-destructive, and Adoraâs were too even if they were more rooted in her fears of failure.
Adora took a slow breath and found it surprisingly shaky. She slipped her hand up to curve around her wifeâs jaw and nodded, trying to let those words sink in. Someday, after the millionth time, she hoped they really would. She logically knew it was true, that she was allowed to have thoughts and feelings regardless of how they might come off.
âI donât think anything can help me stay out of my head at this point,â she grumbled, letting out this tired, dark chuckle. âItâs been, like, twenty years. I think I pretty much am the way I am at this point. Unless James can fix me.â
She was doing therapy, trying hard, and James being able to pull her thoughts out of her properly helped a lot. But it still felt like digging through a mess of quickly-hardening concrete with one of those kidsâ sandbox shovels - barely digging into the cracks and hitting resistance every time they tried to push farther down.
âHey,â Catra bit out firmly - kind of scoldingly in fact, and locked her fingers into Adoraâs hair. There was a faint threat of her pulling it but she didnât, okay. She just wanted to command all of her attention in a way thatâd make her really pay attention to what she was going to say next. âYouâre not something broken that needs to be fixed. Jamesâ job isnât even to fix you. Itâs to help you learn different ways of coping when something happens.â
There was nothing irreparably wrong with Adora, and of course her wife would see herself as something that needed correction because thatâs how she saw most problems she faced. âSome methods might not work at all. Some methods might work a little. Itâs just a matter of figuring out whatâs going to work best for you, okay? The trial and error might suck a bit but itâs one of those annoying and necessary things.â
Adora nodded along, as best as she could with those fingers in her hair, holding her head still. She knew that. She knew all of it, but her thoughts and feelings werenât as kind to her as Catra was. It was hard not to feel like something was just inherently wrong with her and it was never going to be fixed because it couldnât be fixed. It hadnât mattered before, back home â not as much, anyway â because she had a purpose and she didnât have as much time to feel feelings before jumping into action.
Vallo had given her that time. It was both a blessing and a curse. When she got into these spirals (which was really less often than it might seem, certainly less often than it felt), it leaned more toward the curse side of things.
âOkay, Iâm working on it,â she promised, her eyes doing that pathetic puppy dog thing they did sometimes. The edible was starting to set in a bit more and while it would take a while to get her to that chill state where she had no worries at all, it was inching closer. âI just want to be as awesome as I am in the future, and I donât feel like Iâm making any progress.â
Yes, she measured herself against the tales of Future Adora and the evidence sheâd left behind â just little notes, but even those seemed to come from an entirely different person. She wanted to be that person for Catra and their friends and family so badly.
âAsking for help is progress,â was Catraâs protest. Gentler this time, and she loosened her grip in her hair and let her fingers comb through it again. âYou expect things to go at some supersonic speed - this isnât the kind of thing thatâs going to happen immediately for you. Itâs⊠you know, baby steps. And some occasional trips and falls. Itâs probably going to be a little messy and definitely not perfect but if youâre trying? Thatâs something, Adora.â
âYeah.â It didnât feel good enough, but Catra had a point. Adora did want things to just change and be better with a snap of her fingers. She wanted it to be that easy, like some sort of magical fix-it. But even James had explained that magic wasnât an insta fix in these matters; it required work, too. âIâm trying. Iâll keep trying, too. Itâs just hard.â
This kind of somewhat sitting lean wasnât working anymore. Catra moved and did what she was notoriously known to do - slide into Adoraâs lap, loop her arms around her neck. The paint on her was all dried now, crusty flakes that would fall off every now and again. âI know you are, and it is hard,â she sighed, pressing her lips against her cheek. âYouâre doing good, dummy. You can trust me on that because even though I love you, I will call you out on your shit.â
âOh, I know,â Adora replied with a fond roll of her eyes. She reached out to gently pick some of the drying, crusty pink paint off her wifeâs nose with her thumbnail, grinning. Seeing how ridiculously cute Catra looked, splashed with spots of paint, definitely lifted her spirits. âIâm glad you do, though. I need reality checks sometimes.â
Catraâs eyes closed briefly at that little assistance with a clean up, freckled nose doing this funny crinkle at being scraped. Paint got everywhere. She tried to be tidy about it but worrying about cleanliness cockblocked her âcreative processâ so she didnât care. Thatâs why she wore thrifty clothes when she went into that room, who cares if they got dirty.
âYou do the same for me,â she reminded after a second and gave Adoraâs cheek a wet kiss, punctuated with a dramatic muaaaaah. âAre you hungry? I can make you something while you become one with the couch. And we need to go over hobby options again. Punching things only get you so far.â
Somehow Catra didnât seem to struggle in that aspect. Vallo gave her opportunities so she took it, from learning some valuable culinary skills (a big change from living off ration bars) to weekly yoga sessions. Art practice. The occasional pole dance move to learn. She kept herself busy but these were all things she enjoyed doing. They made a difference in her mood, her life.
Adora huffed but couldnât really disagree. She had never really had time for hobbies before Vallo, and since she didnât really get them or have any, they werenât incorporated into her life. She really only punched things â punching bags, not people, unless they were sparring â and even that had died down lately. She still sparred with Catra plenty, sometimes with Adam and Leon, occasionally Vex or other Defense teammates, but it was sporadic.
Sheâd actually talked to Keith at one point about checking out some classes at the local community college, but she had never followed through. She wasnât educated the way Vallo people were educated. She had learned enough to get her by â reading, writing, basic math, and battle strategy, mostly â and that was that. Why educate kids that were bound to be killed in a war they hadnât started?
She did plan to eventually begin landscaping around Darla and creating a more traditional yard and play area for their future family, but there was no rush for that. She needed to wait for nicer weather, anyway; it was still a little chilly, although spring temperatures were finally approaching.
âAre we gonna go through the whole list again?â she asked with a groan â a playful one, though, as the tension finally started to truly ebb away.
âYep - and youâre going to pick stuff,â Catra insisted, and slipped off her lap with this effortless feline grace that was truly unfair for human-adjacent standards. âAnd youâre going to try them out and remind yourself that youâre not going to be perfect starting out. Hobbies require patience, âDora.â
Her tone was all fond amusement, promise - hence the impish grin and cock of her hips. It would be exactly like Adora to get mad that she couldnât immediately master a task she had no experience in. Probably why her efforts in the kitchen always yielded lots of frustrations. âSo. Food? I can make you a sandwich or whatever if you want - or just bring the whole package of Oreos to stuff in our faces while we go through your options again.â
âOreos, please,â Adora requested at once. If she had to sit through the hobby list again, the very least she deserved was some Oreos. And these edibles tended to make her munchy for sweet stuff, particularly, so Oreos (Double Stuf, of course) were the perfect choice. âBut no music suggestions, I donât have enough patience for that!â
Oreos and milk - coming right up. Though Adoraâs comment made her roll her eyes, grab an accent pillow from the couch and whack her with the utmost fucking love. âOkay, goober - how about you figure out what youâll probably have patience for and go from there?â
The list was scribbled down on a spiral notebook tucked away in the coffee table. She opened one of its many drawers, pulled it out and threw it at her. Adora could catch. Mostly. Then she sidestepped towards the kitchen to snatch up the opened package of Oreos, pour them a big tall glass of milk (for sharing and dipping, obviously) and came back into the living area in a matter of seconds.
âIâm learning limits!â Adora called out to her wifeâs retreating back, flipping the notebook open to look over for the few scant moments Catra was gone. The list felt endless, filling up several pages, even divided into two columns (Adoraâs doing; sheâd even used a ruler to make the line as straight as possible). Theyâd come up with most of the options together, but some of them were Catraâs doing alone.
Musical instruments would be the first to go. Adora liked music, but she knew already that her patience would be fried after one lesson. She didnât have to try everything, anyway, right? That would be unrealistic and unreasonable.
âI donât have a pen,â she pouted. She took the package of Oreos helpfully out of her wifeâs hands before turning the puppy dog eyes on her again. Yep, she was definitely starting to feel that edible. She was becoming a chill, I-canât-be-bothered-to-move type puddle.
There it was, a second eye roll. âYou poor, helpless creature,â Catra tsked, and lucky for Adora she hadnât sat down quite yet. A bunch of random shit was in that drawer anyway - miscellaneous pens included - so she snatched the first one. Unfortunately, it was a glitter gel pen. She made a face at it because⊠why.
âPhotography still has my vote,â she contributed after handing over the pen and nestling into the spot next to her wife. Catra drew her legs up, tucking them beneath her to curl up and cuddle. âDidnât Lance get you a camera for your birthday anyway? Iâd be a hot model for you. You can take pictures of me clothed and nude.â
Which already did happen, kind of.
On their phones.
Ahem.
âYouâre always a hot model for me,â Adora was quick to reply, although there was nothing quick about the actual words. They might have actually been a little slower and followed by her best attempt at a lascivious smirk. âPhotography would be a good option. I havenât used that camera as much as I should.â
It was honestly probably one of the best gifts sheâd gotten that night. Nothing could beat Glimmer (and she knew her best friend would be offended by so much as an inference otherwise), but that adorable Polaroid camera Lance had given her was high on the list. There were so many things around here sheâd like pictures of. It was all so different from Etheria.
So, she circled the word âPhotographyâ in Catraâs handwriting with the dark purple gel pen in her hand.
âWhat about âCartographyâ?â she asked, reading the next one that caught her eye. It wasnât next on the list â nope, that would be too easy. It was in the next column and like eight rows down.
Cartography - where the fuck was that even at. Catra tried to initially follow the list in order but here goes Adora, honing in on a different column and being all over the place. Typical. Gods, she loved her. âMaking maps,â she said around a bite of Oreo, pointy fangs digging into the cookie. âWhich involves precision and a lot of lines and - I donât know, sounds boring to me but maybe thatâs satisfying to you.â
Adora was more orderly. Catra was chaotic. âI think itâs not just focused on mapping locations and terrain, though? I know that itâs supposed to include things like star mapping from what Google told me. Itâs been a minute.â
Maps, right. Adora felt like maybe sheâd known that, but it hadnât stuck in her brain - or maybe her brain was finally ascending into the clouds, out of her reach, quieting her stupid, spiraling thoughts. She tried to focus, considering what Catra was saying carefully. She was okay with lines and precision. She liked there being a particular order to things, thus her neat freak tendencies.
She hummed, then nodded, circling that one, too. âMaybe,â she declared. Her eyes scanned down the page and landed on the word âBakingâ. She made a face that was somewhere between a pout and a cringe. âNo to this one, though.â A line went through it. She and the kitchen were not friendly enough for that kind of activity.
âCâmooooon,â Catra snorted and laughed a bit - all with a full mouth, how attractive. She had to swipe the glass of milk for a gulp to wash down the Oreo so she could continue talking without a full mouth. âItâs literally following instructions and measurements, itâs not that hard.â
She did okay with it herself. Like, she wasnât some expert that could come up with her own creations and shit but she could look up a recipe, get the ingredients and follow the steps and most of the time it came out fine. âHonestly, âDora, at this point I donât think youâll even try because you think the âdomestic goddessâ thing is sexy and get a lady boner every time I put on oven mitts.â
Normally, Adora might have blushed at that totally correct accusation. She was beyond that right now, though, too relaxed to be even a little bit embarrassed. Instead, she just smiled, shrugged, and set down the pen to pluck a couple Oreos out the package. âCan you blame me? I like seeing you all confident in the kitchen, itâs super hot. Plus, youâve seen what happens to me in the kitchen.â
It frustrated her because Catra was right - it was simple. Following instructions and measurements was not out of her wheelhouse. But things caught on fire when she made her first attempt, and in the interest of not setting fire to her spaceship and not pissing off her wife, sheâd taken a step (well, a leap) back. But maybe sheâd try again. Possibly.
For now, she peeled open her cookie to eat the middle first. Yes, she was one of those; she wanted the best part first.
âItâs because you try to start with super complex recipes without mastering the basics,â she tsked with a wag of a clawed finger. Catra started off her cooking experiences with boxed macaroni and cheese and canned cinnamon rolls to make sure she was comfortable with the basics. Even if they were dumb basics like boiling noodles (it was possible to overcook them, okay) and turning on the oven to the right temperature.
Now she knew how to make macaroni and cheese with her own cheese sauce, and could make cinnamon rolls from scratch. So maybe the âsuper hotâ compliment was well-earned. A little bit.
She fished for another cookie, the plastic crinkling over her hands. âYouâre too stoned to focus on the rest of the list, arenât you?â Adora, the stoner. It was a favorite and hilarious. âAre you just going to slowly eat these cookies and stare off into space now? Iâm gonna go shower if thatâs the case.â
Another huff because, again, Catra was right and Adora had no room to argue. She had no idea why she was that way about these things. She had trained all her life to get to where she was as a soldier. She knew she had to put in the work and there was no way she would be able to instantly master anything. But her perfectionism streak just screamed at her whenever she dealt with something she perceived as a failure.
She needed to re-learn some patience. So, she would pick one of these hobbies - maybe even two or three, but no more - and she would figure it out. She would go into it with no expectations of doing well, without fantasies of being an expert by the end of one lesson. She was determined right now and just hoped it held over when her high faded.
âIâll go through it on my own if you want to shower, babe,â she offered. âDonât worry about me.â She smiled at Catra reassuringly. She was really okay now, no need for Catra to stay if she didnât want to. Her mind was much calmer than it had been just half an hour ago, and she had no fear of falling back down that blackhole in her brain.
Catra was a certified Adora expert, there was no debating that. There had been a learning curve, back when they first arrived in Vallo and were trying to put together the pieces of exactly who they were now and what that meant to the both of them but - now, yeah. She had the art of deciphering Adora and her line of thinking to perfection. If not absolute perfection, then damn close to it.
She did observe her wife with a level of scrutiny in order to read her, to make sure that Adora was good on her own. Catra had no issue sitting around covered in paint for long periods of time if needed. âFine,â she relented, and leaned forward to smother Adoraâs lips with chocolate-tasting kisses. âIâm gonna scrub all this crud off me and Iâm coming back to vegetate on you.â