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Adora had been taking it easy on her weed consumption lately. While the high from a good edible (or, on occasion, from smoking weed, which she preferred not to for the sake of her lungs) was always a stress-reliever and a good time, she was trying her best to cut back. She was going to be a parent soon; being eternally stoned wasn’t a particularly good look when you had an infant, and they weren’t too far away from that being their reality.

Plus, she had therapy now, along with anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds that actually were helpful without making her feel like she was standing on the moon. She’d decided that was the better course of action tonight.

However, the urge still existed, and tonight was as good a night as any – neither she nor Catra had to work in the morning, they had Darla to themselves again, and after working all day on the Big Cat jungle gym Clawdeen wanted for the forthcoming cubs (they would be here much sooner than Finn, and that was wild to think about), she figured she deserved some time to chill and be stoned.

So, after dinner with Adam and Teela and sending them back off to Grayskull with Cringer and Clawdeen (apparently, they were working on their relationship, whatever that entailed), Adora plucked out a fairly fresh batch of weed brownies that Catra had helped her bake a few days ago. The process made them miss Richie but in a good way. It was nice to think about him now that his disappearance was removed somewhat; it was still hard, but the memories were much fonder and softer these days. Less sharp pain, like the world had been ripped out from beneath their feet.

The weather was starting to warm a little bit more, and even with the sun setting, it was comfortable. She’d put the hammock back up in its spot earlier in the week (after taking it down for a long overdue wash), and she took advantage of that now. She was especially glad that she’d bought one that was more than just those stringy ones that had holes big enough to jam your hands through. She was at the point in her high where she was very aware of her body and most sensations were weird.

Except for Catra laying next to her, tucked into her side with Adora’s arm wound around her shoulders.

“I love you soooo much,” Adora murmured, a sappy grin curling her lips. She raised the other hands to trail her fingers down the side of her wife’s jaw. “You’re so pretty, too. Like, the prettiest girl I’ve ever even seen.”

Ah, this was great.

Catra couldn’t partake in any of this – and, really, getting high was more of Adora’s thing anyway – but she supported this. The clock was ticking when it came to Finn’s arrival, and there wouldn’t be much of a chance to really indulge in recreational inebriation after that. Baking the brownies had been fun (her wife did most of it, though she supervised and corrected a few steps), and the decision to laze outside and enjoy the fresh air was pretty perfect.

They’d be out there for a while. Her aching hips demanded it, and the lights they had strung outside were already lit in preparation for dusk. Everything was just – nice.

“Mmmhmmmm,” she hummed, a happy lump of purrs nestled up into Adora’s side. Her tail was mostly resting across her midsection, occasionally lifting for a content, lazy little flick. Adora was being so sappy (more so than usual), not a hint of tension in her body. Catra loved it. “Is that so? Go on, princess. Tell me more of what your brain’s thinking. Why am I so pretty to you?”

Wouldn’t hurt to get her ego stroked when she felt like a baby beluga whale carrying this half-First One child, sue her.

This kind of feeling was exactly what Adora needed. The vibrations of Catra’s purrs were always calming to her, but right now, the feeling was downright perfect. She was warm from the tips of her toes to her nose, a particular hot spot gathering and spreading across her chest. Sensation was high right now, and while she didn’t want to feel strange sensations (like the possibility presented by string hammocks), she wanted to be touched, too.

She just needed a slight change of position, she realized, to get exactly the feeling she was craving. She took hold of Catra gently, doing all of the shifting herself, onto her side instead of her back. She tucked her wife right up against her again when she settled, guiding her head up against her chest and breathing a sigh of contentment.

Now it was really perfect.

Anyway, back to the showering of compliments – just truths, really, but the truth was full of compliments. It was nice to get an opportunity to flirt and tell Catra how much she loved her and how awesome she was without receiving a barf comment or straight up vomiting emoji in return.

“You just are,” she said. “You’re just… Your hair’s all sleek and shiny, and your eyes are so bright. I really love how they glow in the dark. And you’re just all… glowy. Not like She-Ra glowy but close, especially since, y’know.” Suddenly, she got shy, and her cheeks warmed up. “Since getting… pregnant.” The last word was whispered like it was some sort of big secret.

Oh, so they’re getting extra cozy now. Not that Catra had any complaints – she let Adora take the lead, amused about how particular she was like this, and made a slight adjustment by hooking her thigh over her hips. That was how she’d been preferring to cuddle up on her lately anyway, with all this damn belly growth.

“You,” she fucking giggled into her chest, wondering if she was on the verge of some kind of placebo high from association, “are literally the cutest thing. Thank you for the glowy clarification too – glowing gold and bursting into rainbows is your thing, babe.”

“You would look really cool bursting into rainbows, though!” Adora exclaimed, back to a normal volume. She closed her eyes for a moment, and she swore she could picture it, just Catra walking around with slightly pastel rainbows bursting out of her back all day. Kind of like Swift Wind’s wings.

Oh, Swift Wind!

“Do you think that’s why Swift Wind’s wings are rainbow-y?” she asked her wife, looking down with a very serious furrowed brow, puzzled by this question that had just occurred to her this very minute. “Because She-Ra’s rainbow-y?”

Random question but, sure. Catra would roll with it. The corner of her lips twitched into a fond smile, claws gently grazing up and down Adora’s sides. Nothing with too much crazy pressure – she didn’t want to overwhelm her when she was like this. “Definitely,” she concurred. “All of that She-Ra magic did that. Maybe not the obnoxious voice and personality, I think that’s just a horse thing.”

It was probably a good thing Adora hadn’t tried that trick with any other animal.

“But let’s not talk about Swift Wind, that’s just too much,” Catra snorted, tilting her head up at her. “Would rather talk about how funny you are like this. It’s my favorite. You’re, just… so adorably feral in a mellowed out kind of way? I’m into it but I’m also, unsurprisingly, into all of you, all the time.”

“Even in a potato sack,” Adora replied with a smirk. Catra had made that comment a few times, that she’d love Adora (and want to do her) even if what she chose to wear was a potato sack. It was much nicer to hear than when she made fun of the size of her forehead, even if potato sack might usually be insulting.

“Feral makes me sound like I’m clawing people up,” she noted a moment later. “But normally that’s your job, isn’t it?” That smirked reappeared, much more lascivious than before, implying many things about their nighttime activities without saying a word.

Gods, that damn look. Catra just wanted to shove her hands in that face (like she usually did) but refrained, playfully challenging her with an arch of her brow instead. “Definitely my job,” she smirked back, and tucked her nose right into the underside of her chin, andddd…

There was a nip, right into her neck. Nothing sharp. Just a light prickle of fangs

“Biting’s my job too,” Catra added, and slipped a hand under her shirt to stroke her back. “But I mean – feral, like, you’re saying what you think and you don’t care. Maybe feral’s not the right word. I’m sticking to it anyway.”

Lightning sparked inside Adora when she felt her wife’s fangs on her neck, and her breath shook with surprise pleasure when Catra’s hand went up under the back of her shirt. Her skin felt like it was on fire, but not in a very dangerous way, but still Catra’s hand was like a soothing stream keeping those fires from raging out of control.

“Feral’s okay, then,” Adora decided. If Catra had decided, there was no arguing with it, not that she’d want to, anyway. “What was that other word you said?” She thought for just a second before her eyes lit up and her eyebrows raised. “Mellow!” she proclaimed. “Definitely mellow. Mellow yellow jello.”

“Mellow yellow jello,” Catra repeated back, eyes widening and gleaming with delight – oh, this dork. Her arms went to tighten around her for a hug, squeezing as she purred. “Going to use that whole phrase to describe you when you’re like this now.”

She was grinning now, fang poking out to press into her bottom lip. Yeah, she might be looking at Adora as if she was a total snack but she’d behave. “Tell me all the things that make you happy, princess. I want a whole list.”

‘Mellow yellow jello’ stuck in Adora’s mouth for a while; even after she’d said it out loud, she liked the way it felt in her mouth and her lips kept forming the words over and over. But her attention shifted when Catra asked her what made her happy. She even asked for a whole list.

Yeah, Adora could totally do that right now.

“You,” she said first, grinning in a way that made it clear Catra was the most important, prominent part of that list. “Finn, Melog, Clawdeen, Spirit, Ivy, Pop Tart, Abby, Teela, Adam.” That was a lot of names. She paused and tried to think of other things that made her happy. “Apples. Oh, Swift Wind, he likes apples, too. Hot chocolate. Working out. Mowing the lawn.”

She paused, humming thoughtfully.

Adora had a very distinct thinking face. Catra liked watching her; it was as if she could see the gears of her high little brain turning and turning, coming up with all these answers. She always encouraged positive thoughts when she was like this anyway, it was the whole point when it came to these edibles. To help with the anxiety and worries and tension that often tightened up her muscles.

“Good choices – those things also make me happy,” she agreed, taking on more of a coy expression as a claw purposefully snagged her shirt. “I vastly prefer to watch you do the last two, though.”

But they were really at a point where Adora could just, like, move across the room and Catra found that hot because fucking hormones.

“You just like to gawk at my abs,” Adora replied, but she said that very smugly. She liked it when Catra gawked at her. It made her show off more, even when she claimed not to realize it. Catra’s eyes on her in those moments always, always worked for her, too. She didn’t think it was possible they wouldn’t.

“What makes YOU happy?” she asked in return, batting the question back. “Pole-dancing’s one. Well, maybe that’s for me, too.”

“How am I not supposed to gawk, have you seen yourself,” Catra drawled, nosing at her jaw, smattering some light kisses there. The purrs had quieted down for a bit there but began to steadily increase, the vibrations rolling through her body. “But – you, and most things you listed.”

The people, anyway. Probably not Swift Wind as much. They still mostly tolerated each other on their best days,

“And you, when you’re happy,” she added, kissing her chin. “When you bring me lunch the times I forget. When you scratch my ears. When you spoon me. When you get me my favorite kind of snack, or ice cream. When you can tell exactly what I need or don’t need when I make a face.”

Catra’s mouth reached her lips too, for a kiss.

“When you put your hands on me,” she continued, veering into less innocent territory with a sultry smile. “When you grab my ass, and pick me up, and make me wrap my legs around you. Or when I sit on your lap – it’s my favorite chair, you know.” Then, after a second, “aside from your face.”

“You use any part of me that’s closest as a chair,” Adora pointed out. Catra frequently perched on her back during morning push-ups. She never lost her balance either – it was amazing, probably the Cat part of Magicat. She leaned down for another kiss because, wow, how had she not realized that was the best sensation, and she was sorely missing it.

“But,” she went on, letting both her hands drift pointedly southward down her wife’s back. “All your stuff is about me, I’m noticing. And my stuff is all about you, too, I want you to know that. I was just trying to be varietal. But I like everything that makes me happy as much as I do because you’re always involved. Like, we share apples and stuff, you know?”

“I knooooow, princess.” Catra’s giggle this time came off as more of a raspy squeak, letting the sound be slightly smothered by pressing their lips together. Another kiss, quick but almost deep, like she was trying to tease her. “I was just trying to be romantic and shit – you know, the stuff I’m bad at. Other stuff makes me happy too, like art and yoga, but you and the things you do just…”

Well, it was time for that slow blink.

“Make me the happiest.”

Catra even refrained from adding a snarky little duh at the end.

“I like when you’re romantic,” Adora assured her with a big smile. “It’s really sweet when you’re just romantic instead of, like, sarcastic-romantic. It makes my heart all fluttery.” Her heart was, in fact, fluttering right now, and that teasing little half-kiss wasn’t helping matters.

“I love you most of anyone in any universe,” she declared, giving Catra’s ass a very firm squeeze. “I love that you married me, and that we’re having a baby together, and that you love me. It’s pretty cool.”

Catra did not know how to do the romantic thing very well, she thought. Maybe through actions she was better, but the words part was always daunting, and she was afraid of coming off as a cheeseball. Which was dumb, considering who she was married to. Adora liked cheesy shit.

So, less on the sarcasm. Noted. She’d try.

“I love you mostest,” she countered despite that whole sentence being grammatically incorrect, hips wriggling into her from having her butt squeezed. “Pretty cool how you love me even though I’m a hot mess. I’m never going to get sick of you telling me. It’s ear-porn for me.”

Ear-porn. Adora made a face at the image that conjured in her head but made a decision not to share it because it didn’t seem like it would be anything other than weird. She still had some control of her mouth, even as most thoughts that came across her brain spilled right out.

“Well, I’m gonna keep on telling you all the time forever,” she said firmly. “And there’s only room for one hot mess in this relationship, and it’s me, sorry to break that to you.”

“It’s a competition now, isn’t it,” Catra snorted, making a quick adjustment on the hammock they were piled up on. Wiggles were happening, and she brought Adora’s hand to the spot she was sure they’d be felt at. “You are absolutely your own worst critic, you know that? Guess I’ll just have to keep promising you that you’re not as bad as you think you are.”

Obviously she didn’t want Adora to start thinking into things that were in the opposite direction - because these highs could make her happy, but could also bring forth some anxiety. What would Perfuma say? Good vibes only, or some crap.

“But you should definitely tell me the ‘I love you’ part for ‘all the time forever,’” she grinned, somehow mastering this balance between fondness and mischief. “Hormones are messing with my brain, I might forget. Like the time I left my keys in the fridge for… some reason.”

“Why do you even have keys?” Adora questioned, latching onto the last part of that statement in particular. “I mean, you’re not using the motorcycle, and we don’t need keys to get onto Darla, so why?” She was genuinely curious, her brain so far past gone that she wasn’t able to come up with an answer of her own. But her hand moved on autopilot across Catra’s belly after she’d placed it, following the little movements their baby was making inside and bringing a wide grin to her face.

“Because of work,” Catra answered breezily, not at all surprised by the little details Adora’s brain decided to fixate on. “I got keys, and responsibilities.” Her eyes closed, basking in what she was feeling - the warmth, the wriggling, which would never stop being this weird but incredibly awesome sensation. “Like an actual adult, and not some former cranky war commander that just needed a kiss from you. Hint hint.”

An eye cracked open, the blue one.

Her lips even puckered up, expectant.

Work, duh. Okay, that made sense enough to satisfy Adora’s curiosity and let her focus on a much more important matter – that very subtle hint and puckered up mouth waiting for her. She leaned in and kissed those lips firmly, the wide grin fading into a softer smile as she raised her hands from Catra’s belly to cup her cheek.

“Wish,” she murmured, shifting her lips to Catra’s cheek so she could speak, “I hadn’t been so dumb. Coulda saved us a whole lot of time.”

No. Nope. They weren’t going down this path of regrets - she wouldn’t allow it. Catra combed her clawed fingers through her hair, gently to soothe, and pulled her head back to look at her. “We were both the dumbest,” she insisted. “But I’m gonna go on a leap of faith here and say things happened the way they were supposed to.”

It was the same thing Adora had told her not long ago about having Finn. Before, well - she didn’t believe in things being meant to be. Life happened. It was often unfair.

She might be coming around to thinking otherwise for the sake of romance. They were being sappy after all - and Adora was pouring her heart out, unfiltered and raw, and Catra thought it best to match that energy.

“If everything that’s happened led us to tonight, on this hammock, I’d do it again, over and over. The good, the bad.” Then, she poked the center of her wife’s forehead with a claw. “Focus on how I’m the prettiest instead, and what you want me to do to you when we get in bed.”

Okay. Sappy and horny. Whatever.

Adora didn’t linger in the bad thoughts when she was this high. The comment may have come from a place of a little insecurity, but her mind was in the clouds, and she preferred it there. Catra was good at steering her when she was like this, too – acknowledging the bits of bad that came through and putting her back toward the lighter things.

Good vibes only.

Her eyes nearly crossed trying in vain to look up at Catra’s claw when it poked at her forehead. She squeezed them shut for a moment, and when she re-opened them, her focus shifted to her wife’s lips. She dipped in close to kiss her again, this time much deeper, more wanting.

“Got lots of ideas for what we can do when we get to bed,” she assured her wife with a smirk. “I kinda wanna try ‘em here, but… hammock.”

Catra couldn’t help it. She gravitated towards her mouth again, kissing, because but hammock made total sense while being stupidly hilarious to her and - yeah, Adora just needed to be kissed. Not in a rushed way despite what their conversation might imply, no. She was savoring it.

It was a slow kiss, a kind of lazy kiss, teasing that line between comfortable and deep. That hand dropped to cup her cheek while the other curled into the front of her shirt, tugging. It wasn’t an urgent pull - more of a reminder that she wanted this off, soon.

Then she ended it by catching her bottom lip with her fangs, watching her with slitted eyes. The bite was achingly soft, and before she pulled away, she kissed the little spot her teeth had sunk into.

“We can try making it to bed soon,” Catra suggested, tips of their noses touching. “Since – hammock.”

The fluttery warmth came surging back, especially when Catra’s fangs bit into Adora’s lip – so gentle with just a hint of sting in there. She liked it. She always liked it when Catra got a little spicy; there was a big appeal to it that she’d never quite been able to explain but reveled in.

“Wanna go now?” she asked. Evening had fallen around them, and it was pretty, and they were cozy, but she would be un-cozy if it meant taking Catra back up to bed. Or even to the couch – she had been taking full advantage of sending her brother and Teela back off to Castle Grayskull.

“Mmhm,” Catra hummed, feeling that same happy warmth. it was in her cheeks, spreading all over. Didn’t help that Adora was this physical embodiment of a furnace and she was absorbing it through this closeness. It was just… really nice, and she couldn’t help but roll out these loud, motorboat purrs.

The next kiss was chaste, but the way she looked at her with those eyes - provocatively narrowed, thick lashes fluttering – was anything but. “You’re going to have to get up first and help me up. Then all you have to do when we get there is lay down and keep looking as pretty as you are,” she murmured, twirling a section of blonde hair around her fingers, “so I can have my way with you.”

Her wife needed to get comfortable and relax, and it was a good thing Catra knew just how to keep her that way too.