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Adora swears this has to be the worst Friday to ever exist. She already had a bad start when they woke up to the sound of the school dean - or rather her roommate’s mother - pounding on their door and yelling for her daughter to answer the door immediately. The intrusion had resulted in a 30 minute heated discussion between Glimmer and her mother. Adora couldn't fall back asleep and at that point just decided to get an early start to the day. Glimmer apologized over breakfast in the cafe with Bow and explained how her mom apparently found out she was failing her social justices class and it couldn’t wait until after 8 in the morning for some reason.

They all take the same class with the same teacher, so the dean - Angella - was confused as to why she was the only one with a low grade while Adora and Bow seemed to be doing just fine. Adora and Bow both knew it was because she didn’t turn in her final project last semester so she could go to a Peekablue concert instead, but Glimmer convinced her mom it was because she had trouble with the subject.

Adora knew that Glimmer and her mother often had their squabbles, but as soon as it interrupts her tight knit and well followed schedule, then - everything usually goes to shit. Soon they left breakfast and all made their way to their first class of the day, and for Adora it was football practice. Fridays are usually relaxed considering they're Fridays, but coach Huntara had other plans for them. Adora’s team ended up doing speed ladders and tempo runs for the entire period, and that was also not a part of her schedule. But of course she was still the first one done in every drill with no complaints because that’s just who she is. As soon as they let out for the next period, Adora decided to find coach Huntara.

“Hey coach, no disrespect of course but why did we do conditioning today instead of scrimmaging?” Adora crowded coach Huntara in the locker room afterwards because it was vital information and she needed to know when to prepare for another conditioning Friday and not a scrimmaging Friday. When she didn’t answer, Adora kind of stood awkwardly waiting - a bit antsy because she was almost late for her next class - and let out a small cough darting her eyes around.

“Mmmmm, ‘cause I felt like it,” Adora sank at the lack of proper reasoning, “but good job today kiddo. See you next week.” Her coaches lack of urgency for the topic was bothersome, but Adora knew not everyone had the same vehemence for sticking to a schedule as she did. She let out a sigh and shook her head in exasperation.

With a pat on the back, Huntara left a dazed Adora gazing after her in shock and a bit of annoyance. That annoyance only grew when she heard the bell ring and she realized she still had to bust her butt across campus to get to her next class. Ugh, she just can’t catch a break today. Considering she had just run a bunch, the rushing wasn't ideal but she still managed to make it all the way to her social justices class.

Now sitting in class after being 5 minutes late and missing the beginning part of instructions, she sat in a corner alone because Bow and Glimmer had already partnered up for whatever they’re supposed to be doing and had her head on the desk. After a couple of minutes, Adora's friends walked over and seemed to notice Adora’s state.

“Hey, you good there buddy?” Bow gave her a little nudge and quirked one corner of his mouth to form an expression of concern. She finally picked her head up from the desk and though the blinding light was a bit much, she was glad to see her best friends looking over at her. Bow and Glimmer always seemed to care and that thought alone brought a small smile to Adora’s face, breaking her streak of moodiness.

“Yeah, rough day I guess,” she yawned, stretching her arms out behind herself.

Glimmer gave an affirmative nod and grunt and Bow gave an encouraging smile before they sat down next to Adora and continued their partner discussion there. Adora would be upset at any other people because she knew this act would be out of pity because Adora was alone before. But she knew that Bow and Glimmer were doing it out of the pure genuinity of their hearts.

But even this act of kindness couldn’t change the fact that Adora’s day was started a little too early. The fatigue from the early wake and intense conditioning started to sink in, and Adora was about to let her head fall back to her desk again when the professor, Glimmer’s dad, clapped his hands twice to get the classes attention.

“Alright so change of plans. Apparently classroom B1’s professor retired after 49 years under the profession and decided to move with his family and husband to Tokyo. And all of this within a day's notice. So practically no notice at all,” he muttered that last part under his breath. “All of his students have been scattered around, meaning 3 of them will be joining our social justices class for the remainder of the year. They should be here soon" - and as if this were a well-timed teen rom-com, there was a knock on the door. “- Here they are.”

A tall, platinum-haired, and really buff jock walked in first. She seemed to know Bow because they shared a very energetic wave contest. She gave off very bubbly vibes, which was extremely contradictory to the preconceived notions one might have about her appearance. Next followed a very short girl with dyed purple hair and pigtails who seemed to be more interested in something on her phone rather than the class she just entered. Adora could also tell that this wasn’t for presumptuous reasons, but rather for hyper-fixation on whatever she was looking at. Micah kind of looked at the door awkwardly when he realized that the third person hadn’t walked in yet. Adora’s neutral expression morphed into one of confusion because usually when a student was late, Micah - and pretty much any other college professor - didn’t give two fucks and would continue on with whatever they were doing. He must really like this student. Adora, and everyone else in the classroom just kind of waited in anticipation for the last person to walk in. Adora suddenly understood the wait when the last student walked in because -

Well.

Let’s just say that Adora thought this wouldn’t be a bad Friday after. The girl hadn’t even fully stepped into the room until Adora heard a couple of students started calling out to - Catra, apparently? Either way the student was about 5”4 from what she could tell and had eyes of gold and cerulean that she seemed to demand attention from the entire room that Adora was so willing to give to her. Okay so Adora was probably gaping at the girl, so she shook her head and tried to focus on…. pure thoughts…

“Oh my god, I didn’t know Catra was in Mr.Phillips' class,” Glimmer commented as more of a spoken thought rather than directed towards anyone.

“Wait, you know her?” Adora seems to have missed out on the goddess of a woman's existence that everyone seemed to know about.

“Adora, if you didn’t live with Glimmer I would think you lived under a rock.” Bow deadpanned.

“Well I - okay that’s not fair. How am I supposed to know who she is?” Adora defended a bit exasperated at being the only one without the knowledge of the girl.

“Adora, look at her again try to think of how you would be able to forget her,” Glimmer said, grabbing Adora’s face with both hands and speaking to her slowly.

Okay, Glimmer had a point.

The class seemed to agree with the sentiment because Adora noticed a couple of girls wave at the last girl, and a couple of guys wink and whisper to each other.

“Well here they are! Here is Scorpia,” he pointed to the tall one, “ here’s Entrapta,” he pointed to the one with purple hair, “ and here’s Catra,” and he pointed to the brunette girl with absolutely gorgeous eyes and long cascading brown hair.

“Alright you guys can take your seats and group up with whoever you see and start working on…..”

Adora tuned everything else out as Entrapa went to sit with Lonnie, and Scorpia and Catra started walking towards the hands that waved them over. Quite a lot of people were but Adora noticed that one pair of waving hands belonged to Glimmer.

Who was sitting right next to Adora.

Holy shit.

“Scorpia! How was the painting seminar with Perfuma last weekend?” Bow immediately dived into conversation with Scorpia at the back row that they were all seated at. Well not all. Catra was still catching up with some people in the front row of the class, so that meant Adora had time to gay panic to Glimmer before she arrived.

“Glimmer!” she whisper shouted.

“What?” she whispered, shouted back, matching their energy.

“She’s really pretty. Like really fucking pretty. You didn’t think to mention you knew her this entire 4 year-period of knowing me??” Adora knew they probably looked ridiculous getting into a heated whisper argument, but she was freaking out having yet another curveball thrown at her today.

Glimmer’s expression went from confused to smug, and Adora already knew what was coming next. “What, do you liiiiiike her?” Glimmer drawled out giving her wiggly eyebrows of suggestion.

Adora rolled her eyes.

“Um. Yeah. Do you see her?” Adora was this close from running out of the classroom and joining Mr.Phillips in Tokyo when she saw Catra ending her conversation with the guy up front and walking up the steps looking at a tiny slip of paper in her hand with an annoyed look on her face. That guy totally gave her his number and Adora felt the flare of a feeling she did not want to explore at the moment.

“Shit, Glimmer what do I say. What if she thinks I’m weird,” Adora started dusting off the non-existent dust from their shoulders and straightening her posture awkwardly. Glimmer looked at her for a second and shook her head with a giggling sigh.

“You are, nerd. Just keep it together, I’ll handle this.”

Adora huffed and sat back into her seat.

The closer she got, the more backflips Adora’s stomach did and it was almost unbearable.

She finally got up to the level that their row was at and Adora saw her freckles for the first time.

Wow.

“Hey Catra! How’s Melog?” Glimmer stood up and gave the other girl a hug.

The brunette happily reciprocated and smiled while answering Glimmer. “Hey sparkles, he’s fine. But I’m pretty sure he had one of my Arepas because he’s been hacking up a bunch of shit since yesterday.” Her raspy voice sends a shock down Adora’s spine and she finds it hard to focus on anything other than that. Apparently Adora also has a thing for the way Catra pronounces Spanish words, because she starts to feel her cheeks rose up.

Catra started to unpack her stuff and sat in front of the 4 while Glimmer - and now Bow and Scorpia after finishing their conversation - laugh at the joke. Adora must have missed it with all the staring she's been doing. Shit. She's staring. Adora hopes that maybe it went unnoticed but Glimmer and Bow share a knowing look before Bow makes a quick subject change.

“I honestly doubt that. Your Arepa is too good to be wasted like that,” Scorpia makes a fake dreamy sigh and touches her heart sentimentally at Bow’s comment.

“Catra actually made some this morning, but I had them all before we got here,” she then said sheepishly.

“Yeah, you still owe me for that. I had to eat whatever shit they serve in the cafeteria,” Catra quips as she takes a sip of her water.

Adora watches her throat work and she can slowly feel her face flushing. She watches for a little longer and - fuck. She's staring again.

This time Catra notices. But instead of being uncomfortable, she makes eye contact with Adora and gives her a little smile. “I don’t think we’ve met before, have we? I’m -”

“Catra.” Adora doesn’t realize she's cut her off until Bow audibly smacks his own forehead. Glimmer lets out a snort and quickly tries to recover by coughing into her hand. I’m already fucking this up, she thinks to herself.

“Sorry, I just uh, I heard Professor Micah say it and,” she got the hint she should stop talking and just reached out for a handshake instead.

“Adora! My name’s Adora,” but when she reaches out for a handshake she knocks down Catra’s water bottle and all the water spills onto her macbook.

Bow and Glimmer shared that fucking look again and Scorpia’s eyes shot up out of shock. There was a momentary panic in Catra’s eyes and Adora cringed knowing she caused it.

“We’ll go get some paper towels,” Bow squeaked, grabbing Glimmer’s arm before rushing towards the front of the room.

“I’ll come too! For moral support?” scorpia dashed after them.

Holy fucking shit.

Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuck.

Ahhhhhhhh.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I’ll totally pay for that. But I should probably grab some paper towels. No wait, they’re already - yeah. Okay, so here’s the thing -” a soft and gentle hand on her wrist interrupted her spew of words and Adora’s eyes darted to the owner of the hand.

“Hey, Adora?” Her voice was so calm. Definitely not the voice you’d hear from someone who’s macbook just got obliterated by an idiot like Adora.

Adora finally met her eyes and was faced with a concerned and amused expression.

“It’s really okay. I know it was an accident. And plus I ordered a new one like, a week ago and it should come in today,” Catra grabbed onto Adora’s hand after she spoke and gave it a light rub.

“I swear I’m not mad. I don't think I could be when you've got that whole dorky charm thing going for you, ” she let go with a wink, but was still giving her a light and genuine smile. Adora felt a lot calmer and a lot less scared of Catra’s reaction.

“Oh. Okay then. I guess I’ll just - yeah I’ll sit down probably,” Adora let out an awkward chuckle and Catra gestures to the seat next to her - she takes into consideration the comment Catra made about her "dorky charm". Was she flirting? - and lights up while taking the opportunity to sit with Catra.

"So, you were really going to pay for it? Macbooks are pretty damn expensive and as a college student nonetheless," Catra sifts through her booking and pulls out a thick leather journal labeled "a bunch of shit".

Adora chuckles before giving Catra a sheepish smile. Not many people knew but Adora came from a very wealthy family business called Greyskull Industries. She never really knew how to bring it up so only Bow and Glimmer knew out of her whole friend group. Plus there's not really a way to say she's rich without sounding like an asshole in her opinion. "Uhhhh yeah, money's not really a problem for me. And I definitely wouldn't mind spending money on you."

"Well it's good to know you're financially stable," Catra jokes, giving Adora a sly smirk. "But how's the project going for you? Find a partner yet?"

Adora's brain clicks with the thought of being able to spend the next couple of weeks being around Catra. For the sake of the assignment of course.

"No, actually. Do you? If you don't have one I'm more than happy to offer myself up for the position," Adora perks up noticeably which makes her taller stature and their height difference more obvious. This position also gives her a clear view of Catra's low cut shirt that exposes a bit of her cleavage. Adora darts her eyes away with a slight blush on her face.

Maybe Catra notices because she sits up a little and arches her back into a stretch and almost murders Adora on the spot. "Mmm, actually I've had my eye out for someone else."

"Oh," Adora visibly deflates but still notices a smirk on the brunette's face.

"Mhm, they're a super hot, jacked football player," Adora chokes back that same feeling which she now recognizes as jealousy, until she notices Catra take a glance at her arms, "they have pretty good style," she continued moving her eyes up to her navy blue letterman jacket, "and might be the same nerd who ruined my macbook." She finishes with a playful grin across her face

Adora soon realizes who Catra was talking about and rolls her eyes before flashing a playful grin back. She felt a sudden boost of confidence from the compliments though, and wanted to see if she could keep up with this new girl's banter. "That's a lot coming from someone who thinks I'm hot." Adora leans back in her chair and takes the shorter girl's figure with a little less guilt now that she can tell Catra is at least a little interested. She notices how snug her jeans are around her waist with her legs crossed, and how her bangs and long hair perfectly frame her face, and how nice her boobs are. What? Adora’s a boob lesbian. Can you blame her?

"Well I'm only returning the favor, you're the one who said I was really pretty. Like really fucking pretty," Catra quotes while putting on a fake innocent expression and crossing her arms onto her knees.

Adora groans and covers her eyes. "Noooo, you heard that?"
She hears Catra laugh and it's the cutest thing she's ever heard. She has to remove her hands from her eyes to see it. When she does her heart clenches and she doesn't think she'll be able to recover.

"This classroom isn't that big. But I would love to be your partner considering we're probably going to see a lot more of each other anyways," Catra looks at her and Adora is caught in her gaze once again. It's so so addicting that she almost forgets to respond.

"Uhh yeah, that’s a good point. I guess I'll have to get your number too, right" Adora goes for "confident and smooth" but it comes off as a middle school boy asking for a crushes number.

"You also make a good point," Catra says as she hands Adora her phone to put her number in.

Adora does the same and they spend the rest of class talking to each other. Catra explains the assignment and they start to choose what case they will be presenting. They also decide that they can study outside of class a couple of times at Adora’s apartment and Catra’s dorm. Bow, Glimmer, and Scorpia, finally came back with the napkins and Adora could tell that they had left to give them some alone time. Soon all 5 of them talked about a bunch of things before the bell rang signaling the end of class. They all walk out of class together but Entrapta and Lonnie aren't anywhere to be seen. Huh. Weird.

"Ooo Catra! You should come to Razz's with us whenever you finish up today," Bow mentions while munching on some chips he, Scorpia, and Glimmer are sharing.

"That sounds pretty nice. Perfuma is going right?" Catra says while walking alongside Adora, scrolling through her phone.

"I think so. Don't you guys have that yoga session today?" Scorpia says taking another handful of chips.

"That we do. Just come by 'fuma's and we'll go from there," Catra nods.

Even the way she walks radiates confidence and Adora can't wait to see more of her later that day.

"Yesss, Perfuma needs to read me some tarot cards again," Glimmer claps her hands together excitedly.

Soon Scorpia and Glimmer head off, then Bow, which leaves Adora alone with Catra again.

"What do you have next?" Adora goes for casual and conversational and hopefully not prying and creepy.

"I have Art with Professor Castaspella. What do you have?"

"Oh, I actually have Marketing with Netossa right next door. Walk you there?"

Catra gives a short nod and they continue on.

"Hey, I hope you're not uncomfortable with me asking but, what's up with - you know, everyone knowing you?" Adora questions.

Catra looks up in thought while letting out a soft chuckle. "Ohhh, I have my cousin to thank for that. You know Peekablue?"

"Do I- Of course. I'm not that out of touch," Adora gives Catra a playful nudge and the brunette returns with a hearty laugh.

"Oh of course, my apologies. Well, he's my cousin's boyfriend and we were all close friends growing up. He gives me and DT a shout out every now and then and sometimes I end up backstage on his tours and Instagram. People recognize me so most of the connections are ingenuine," she looks a bit wistful while she explains, and Adora can't help but relate. Growing up with powerful and rich parents made for a lonely childhood and many toxic relationships in which they only used Adora for her money.

"Well if it makes a difference, I had no idea you knew Peekablue and still asked you to be partners. Nothing but genuine things over here. I know I like, just met you but I can't tell you've got a lot more going for you than just a friend of Peekablue's," Adora and Catra took a stop in front of Catra’s classroom. Adora flashed her a comforting smile before reaching out to give a fist bump. Catra laughs while returning with her fist.

"I guess you're right. Thank you for that, Adora. See you around?"

They way she says Adora's name makes her heart drop and feel that thing again. She grins once again.

"Of course."

And with that Adora went on with a much much better Friday than she ever anticipated.

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This is Adora’s fourth outfit change after Bow told her the cowboy boots and hat she got from Texas was a no-go. (She thought it was great, but Bow has no appreciation for the Texan culture.) Adora is now wearing Grey sweatpants, a white tee and white shoes to match, and a light wash denim jacket to top it off. Bow looked like he was going to tear up whenever he finished, and Glimmer damn near bullied her into keeping her hair down saying, and she quotes - "the high ponytail makes all the dumb lesbian flow to your head and stops you from wooing Catra. Take it from the raging bisexual who manages to pull both sides." - Adora gave her an incredulous look and then gave Bow the same one, but he just nodded along like a dad saying your mother is right. 

Adora gave them a good-natured middle finger before she ran to pick up Scorpia so they could pick up Perfuma and Catra. Bow and Glimmer said they would meet them there after going over to Sea Hawk’s to get Bow's skateboard even though Adora knew he probably found another way to destroy it. The first time it got run over by an 18-wheeler, the second time he lost it in a bet with a random homeless man, and the third time he set it on fire. When she had asked for more context all she got was a "you don't want to know," from Mermista. 

Adora follows the texted instruction and finds herself taking a few turns until she sees Scorpia about to knock on someone's door.

"Oh hey Adora! How's it going?" Scorpia chirped, abandoning her task to stretch out a hand to Adora.

Reciprocates with just as much enthusiasm, but Scorpia's grip was deathly. 

"Woah, that's some grip you've got there. You in sports?" Scorpia asks while (thankfully) releasing her grip on Adora’s hand. 

Adora tries to play it off and says, "Yeah I start on the football varsity team." 

Scorpia’s eyes widen and she says, "No way, I play for our school's varsity hockey team. I guess I'll see you around at Sportsfest then?" 

Adora throws back a beaming grin but before she could respond, the door in front of her opens to a woman dressed in yoga pants and a Nike sport's bra with long blonde hair and freckles. 

"Hey you two. Don't just stand around come in," she steps aside and makes a grand gesture telling them to enter the dorm. 

"Hey, oh uh hi Perfuma. We were just, um talking about boring sports stuff nothing interesting. What have you been up to?" Scorpia’s face turned a light shade of red and she darted her eyes around like she was trying to avoid looking down at where Perfuma was standing.

Oh.

Oh .

Adora let a smirk cross her face before speaking up, "Hey Perfuma, I'll leave you two to it." She made an overdramatic side step aside and bowed before heading over to Perfuma's living area. 

She heard the faint sound of a Doja Cat song playing and soon realized it was streets. Ahh, she loved that song. Adora was nodding her head to the rhythm until she turned into the opening of the living area. The sight brought her to an immediate stop. 

It totally slipped Adora’s mind that Catra would be stretching when she got there because she was not mentally prepared for the display she would see. Catra’s lithe form was in the downward dog position, with only tempo shorts and a sports bra on Adora felt like she was seeing more than she was supposed to. Adora apparently was still walking because she ran straight into a wall hitting herself head first. 

Catra’s head whipped around at the loud thud and when she saw Adora her face lit up before wincing at her current state.

"Sorry, I didn't know you'd be stretching," Adora groaned while rubbing her forehead. Shit . That really fucking hurt. 

Catra let out a quiet giggle before getting out of position to walk over to Adora. "Even though I told you earlier today I'd be over at Perfuma's doing yoga?" Catra took the hand Adora wasn't using to rub her forehead by the wrist and led her to the kitchen, pulling out an instant cold pack and gently pulling Adora's other hand out of the way to replace it with hers. Catra had furrowed eyebrows and a delicate touch that had Adora melting. The shorter girl's eyes eventually came in contact with Adora's and her eyes of sunsets and still waters caused a tight feeling in her chest.

"Hey, um you okay? Your face feels kind of warm." Catra then let's Adora take over with holding the cold pack to press her hands into Adora's neck, her face still holding that intense  - and honestly really hot - gaze.

"Oh yeah! I'm totally fine. Nothing to worry about here," Adora flashed her her signature dopey grin with the lesbian finger guns for good measure. Catra dropped her hands from her face and let out a sigh while walking back towards the living area. 

"You know, for the past couple of hours that I've known you, you have to be the most interesting person I've ever met." 

Adora stands in the kitchen shell shocked until she snaps back into it and follows Catra.

"Wait, bad interesting or good interesting?" Adora raises a brow before sitting on the sofa, seeing Perfuma and scorpia now on the balcony smoking weed together and cuddling. 

Huh. 

Who woulda thought.

"Hmmm, I'll let you figure that out," Catra smirks and throws a wink before turning out towards the hallway, "I'm going to change into some clothes then we can head out, I'll be back in five. Nice outfit by the way!" she walks away with a slight sway of her hips and Adora definitely isn't watching.

"Thanks," Adora says with a small grin. Catra thinks her outfit is cool. Maybe the raging bisexual was right. But she would never admit that out loud. 

Right as Catra closes the door to what Adora assumes is her room, the doors to the balcony slide open and Scorpia and Perfuma walk in. Their eyes were a light shade of pink and they looked super lax. But they also wouldn't stop staring at each other with stupidly lovey dovey eyes. 

"Sooo," Adora couldn't help but feel like a third-wheel, or rather like she was intruding on something, "was the weather nice out there?" Adora hears her voice crack. God this is so awkward, she can't wait until Catra is back. 

But the question does seem to cut off their intense eye contact leaving the two blushing girls staring at Adora.

"The weather was sooo nice out. You should totally check it out whenever you get the chance," Perfuma said, sounding absolutely baked . 

"I'll be sure to uh, do just that." Adora let out another awkward chuckle before clearing her throat. "Catra said she would be out in a couple of minutes, then we can head out."

"Well, better get comfortable. Wildcat always takes forever getting ready," Scorpia sighs. She plops onto the couch next to Adora and Perfuma snickers before nodding her head in agreement. 

"Mm, yeah wanna say that to my face?" A voice from the hallway rings out in a playful manner, and Adora can almost hear the smirk. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Scorpia says now starting to stand. 

"I'll let it slide this time. Besides, we gotta go. I left Adora here to deal with you and your girlfriend's bedroom eyes." Catra does one of those quick messy buns and grabs a pair of aviator sunglasses, sliding them onto her face while walking towards the door. "She's probably in desperate need of rescue," she opens the front door and makes a gesture for Adora to follow her. 

Adora quickly gets up from the couch and throws back an apologetic smile before turning to catch up with the girl - who even though is pretty short - has a fast pace. 

"Well, those two are really-" 

"Grooooossss," Catra fake gags while sticking her tongue out. "Don't feel bad about leaving them behind. They probably wanted to make out with each other anyways." 

Adora laughs at Catra’s rather enthusiastic disgust for the couple's PDA. They got to the bottom of the stairs and walked out into a courtyard where a table of freshman boys were playing uno. She could tell they were freshman just by their shrill voices and need to be the loudest people around.

They walked by and paid them no mind.

Are they always that high?" Adora asks in reference to the two blonds.

"I was actually pretty surprised that Scorpia had it in her." Catra said with a chuckle.

"So tell me about yourself," she says before turning to look up at Adora. Adora raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of topic, but she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to woo Catra with her athletic prowess. "I'm actually on the varsity football team," Catra's eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

Adora decided to gas it up even more,"Starting linebacker."

"Okay, that sounds really cool but I'm going to need you to explain it on a I don't know shit about sports basis." From what Adora could see the brunette girl was super toned, so she doesn't believe that for a second. 

With a good natured eye-roll and smirk Adora tries again. "Alright, so I'm the guy that tackles people. You know, the punch your feelings out guy?" Adora punctuated this phrase with a couple of jabs towards the air in front of her and the bounce thing boxers do. 

Catra looked at her with a straight face for a second before bursting into laughter. A straight belly laugh, that makes Adora wish she could capture moments in a jar and keep them forever. 

"You're ridiculous, but yeah. I totally get it," Catra was still recovering from her laughing fit. 

They talked a little more about themselves and Adora found out Catra was into drawing, but hated painting because the smell of most paints drove her mad. Something about the chemical properties. She found out Catra did kickboxing for a while as a coping mechanism, a way to express her emotions and keep them from exploding into outbursts. It was a story of an intimate engagement that they went through. Though it was a short walk and a simple conversation, Adora felt like she could've talked with her about everything for the rest of her life. 

But they stopped at the double door entrance of Razz's, its appearance seeking to break them out of the trance that talking to each other pulled them in. 

When Adora reaches for the handle and steps out of the way to let Catra in, apparently Catra had the same idea because she also reaches for it and they brush hands on the handle. 

"Woah, you trying to make a move on me?" Catra's quip was devious and she probably expected Adora to get flustered, as she usually does. But Adora sees the light blush on Catra’s face almost hidden by her sunglasses. 

Almost .

"And what if I was?" Adora's confidence grows when the other girl's blush grows even deeper. 

Catra kind of looks shocked for a second and her mouth opens to reply when-

"Ugh, there you guys are. Glimmer I had to endure 30 minutes worth of Bow and Sea Hawk singing that damn wellerman song. Please do something, you're the only intimidating one here," Mermista grabs Catra’s arm and gives Adora an enthusiastic wave. Well enthusiastic for Mermista. 

Adora trailed behind and noticed the table that all her friends were at. Glimmer looked like she was 2 seconds away from killing someone and Bow and Sea Hawk were chanting with people recording. Mermista let out a loud groan and Catra chuckles at the scene. Adora just makes an awkward smile before she gets an idea and starts leaning towards Catra to whisper in her ear. 

"So, Mermista thinks you're the most intimidating one here? And why is that?" Adora didn't really know where she was going with this, but she just felt like messing with the girl to make up for how much she's been flustered for the past 24 hours. 

"Hmmm, I have my ways. A secret perk if you prefer. I call it-" 

"Ugh, we get it you're hot just get them to stop. Please, I'm this close to committing a 1st degree murder." 

Adora laughs at her bluntness, but can't help but wonder what Catra was going to say. 

They finally got to their table but the two men didn't even seem to notice their arrival. 

"Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the tonguing is done, we'll take our leave and gooooo," Bow and Sea Hawk were gesturing wildly and Sea Hawk was standing on one of the tables while Bow was in front with a salt shaker in hand as a microphone.

Adora thinks they're done because that was the last line of the song, but the boys take a look at each other and start right from the beginning. Mermista and Glimmer both let out groans while Adora tries and utterly fails at hiding a snicker. 

Catra steps forward with her arms crossed and with a look in her face. And though she's small in stature, Adora has to admit that it is pretty intimidating. And strangle attractive. 

Catra looked at them, a bit bewildered before shaking her head a little and loudly coughing. 

"Hey Bow? Sea Hawk? You mind coming down? You're making a scene and I'm trying to save your relationship," she steps towards them and explains, almost like this has happened before. 

"Sorry Catra, but we are in the middle of a performance my dear," Sea Hawk recites closing his eyes and putting his hands to his chest. You could tell he's a theater major.

Bow looked at him with wide eyes as if he had just called her a slur, then Sea Hawk made eye contact with Bow and sort just realized the situation he was in. Catra raised a single eyebrow at him and Bow pulled his arm down so he landed on the floor with a thud.

"Sea Hawk! Why don't we order for everyone?" Bow’s voice cracked at least 3 times in the sentence and Sea Hawk nodded quickly before giving Catra a sheepish smile and dashing towards the cashier. 

Mermista sighed in relief and sat down next to Glimmer who was chuckling at the exchange. Catra sat in the empty side of the booth and signaled for Adora to sit next to her. Adora smiled and scooted in next to her. She left a bit of space between them, but Catra closed the gap and shot her a smile.

"Was that your secret weapon?" Adora asked Catra, "I feel like I'm missing something here." 

The two boys returned with drinks for everyone on a tray. They consisted of sprites, coke, and vodka. Adora reached to grab a sprite while everyone else at the table grabbed a drink. 

At Adora’s question Mermista, Glimmer and Catra made eye contact before Catra turned to look at Adora. "Yeah. Wanna know what it's called?" 

She did, but the smirk on the brunette's face was telling her maybe she shouldn't ask. Catra raised an eyebrow at her silence. Fuck it.

"What?" Adora took a sip of the sprite she was holding.

Catra scooted forward and placed both hands on Adora’s shoulder that was closest to her before leaning to whisper, "Big Top Energy." 

The sprite spews out of her mouth and to her left where their waitress/older friend, Mara, was standing. 

Fuck. When did she get here?

And what was it with Adora and spilling a bunch of shit today?

This girl will be the death of her. 

"Mara I am so sorry," She quickly grabbed napkins and handed them to the girl who was just smiling and rolling her eyes. 

"Ah it's no big deal. I have extras." Mara sets down 2 large bowls of fries and a tray of burgers, before handing Catra what looked like a burrito. "Have fun on your date," she winked. 

Ughhh. She just can't catch a break today. Catra seemed to notice her current expression and furrowed her eyebrows. "Hey, sorry if I made you uncomfortable." 

That definitely wasn't the case. "No, you didn't make me uncomfortable or anything," but she could tell Catra still felt guilty because the furrow in her eyebrow didn't disappear. So Adora brought in the reinforcements. 

She leaned in to where her lips were almost grazing her ear and whispered back returning the other girl's earlier actions - "I thought it was pretty hot." 

Everyone else was pretty caught up in conversation to notice the exchange, but Adora didn't miss how Catra blushed at what she said. She swears she's the most adorable person to ever exist. 

"You sure you're a top?" Adora teased with a smirk. 

Catra pouted and pushed her playfully while Adora just laughed. The night went on like this for a while. Scorpia and Perfuma eventually joined the group and they all stayed until late, laughing and joking about everything and nothing. Eventually, most people left and it was just their group left in Razz's. Mara didn't really mind so she just left them the keys and dipped. They delved back into conversation but they noticed Scorpia and Perfuma making those eyes at each other. Scorpia announced they were going back to Perfuma's and left hand in hand giggling. Those two act like they just got together but in reality they've been dating since they were seniors in high school. It's cute, but in front of the salad?

"Hey Catra. You going home to?-" Glimmer started before Catra, who had a stern face (but you could tell she was holding back a laugh) interrupted.

"No. Absolutely not I am-" she quickly stifled the chuckle that escaped, "- not going in that dorm. I've seen horrible things and I don't want to experience that again." 

Adora cringed and rubbed her back in circles to comfort her while everyone else bursted into laughter. 

They started talking for a couple more minutes before Sea Hawk and Mermista started looking at each other right before Sea Hawk started blushing then stretched overdramatically. 

"Ahhh well would you look at the time, we have to go. Don't we dearest?" Mermista groaned and scooted out of the booth. 

She held her hand out and Sea Hawk before leading them out the doorway. Right before they were out of sight, Adora was sure she saw him give the 4 of them a huge thumbs up. The action was confirmed when Glimmer and Catra started booing and Bow returned the thumbs up. 

"So is everyone just having sex tonight?" Adora questioned exasperated. 

Now Bow and Glimmer look at each other before answering with a unison - "Yes." 

Catra made a fake gagging noise and Adora threw a handful of fries at them. 

"Well, while you guys are banging I'm gonna go figure out what I'm gonna do for the night," Catra said, finishing off her second wrap of the night. She scooted past Adora and started stretching her arms out, taking out her messy bun and redoing it. Adora couldn't look away and swallowed before she sort of snapped back to the situation at hand. 

Figure out what I'm gonna do for the night. 

Adora saw the opportunity as clear as day and took it. 

"Catra."

She stood and reached after her and lightly grabbed her wrist. Catra looked back at Adora then she let her go quickly as if she did something wrong. 

"Hey um, if you need a place to stay for tonight you're welcome to come over to my apartment. If that's cool with you of course," Adora didn't want to feel like she was pressuring her. After all, they only met earlier that day. But she feels like she's known her for so much longer. 

"Really? I don’t want to be any trouble.  I could find some hotel or-" Adora was suddenly feeling very bold. She grabbed Catra’s hand again and looked her in the eyes. 

"I'd like for you to come over," she held a stare with the girl she's so captivated by. It was intense in the best way possible, but she couldn’t help but feel a tension. 

That kind of tension. 

"Okay," she said holding her gaze. Adora thought she sounded a bit breathless, but that might just be her projecting. 

"Wow. I guess everyone is having sex tonight," Glimmer deadpanned. 

"Glimmer!" Bow squeaked. 

Adora finally let go of Catra’s hand and she gave her a sheepish smile. "That wasn't my intention, I swear."

"I never said I was opposed," Catra eyes Adora stopping at her biceps then trailing back up to her eyes. 

Wow. 

Okay, that's totally cool. Adora’s totally fine. Just a perfectly calm, and cool lesbian. 

"Mmm, I um- wait what?" Adora mentally faced-palmed herself for her very articulate response. But it was worth it because Catra gives her a hazy look while biting her lip.

"God she's helpless," Glimmer mutters, "Alright Bow, let's go."

They said their goodbyes and walked each other out. It was pretty cold outside and Adora's apartment wasn't within walking distance so she decided to call her driver. He arrived in a sleek,  black Rolls Royce. 

"Where do you find an Uber that drives a Royce?" Catra comments in disbelief.

"It's actually…. Mine. And that's my driver Rogelio," He gives her and Catra a short nod before closing his window. Adora opens the back seat door for Catra to get into but she just looks at her incredulously. 

"You didn't," she sighs, "you didn't think to mention this before?" Catra seemed like she was 2 seconds away from exploding so she grabbed her hand and pulled her into the backseat.

"Explain on the way?" Catra's gaze was still questioning but she looked less worried at least. That'll have to do for now. Catra nodded and Adora nodded at her driver to drive to her apartment, rolling up the soundproof divider in the process. The car started moving and the view of the center of the city Eternia was shining and glowing and alive. Tall buildings and skyscrapers were at every corner, and the city that never sleeps was indeed awake. Far off she could hear faint sounds of music and people cheering and laughing. Adora would never get tired of the atmosphere this place provided. 

She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and turned to face it. Catra looked at her with that same concentrated look, the furrow still in her eyebrows. God she's so cute, Adora just wanted to kiss it away.

"Right, um. I should probably explain all this." Adora lets out a sigh before turning to face Catra. "So you know that one really famous grocery store called Grey-Mart?"

"Of course. Who doesn't?" Catra doesn't seem to see where she's going with this.

"Yeah um, my dad may or may not have first launched the idea in his early 20s and is the owner of the company. My brother Adam and I inherited 50% of the income each, which from 394.45 billion is about 197,225,000,000 dollars." 

"Holy fuck," Catra breathed. 

"Yeah it's a bit much I know. And I don't expect-" Then Catra starts laughing. "Is uh, is something funny?" Adora can't help but smile because her laugh is that contagious.

"No it's nothing I just, I was over here talking to you about what it's like to have all these eyes on you, but you're the daughter of the owner of a billion dollar corporation," Catra said in a way that expressed relief, maybe in having someone to relate to. Adora definitely does. 

"I guess it is pretty crazy, but at least now you know. I hope it doesn't change anything," Adora was worried for her reaction, but she immediately feels better when she feels Catra’s hand on hers.

"Of course it doesn't. It just makes you more interesting to me." Catra's gaze is sincere and makes Adora’s cheeks blaze. But you won't catch her being flustered again. 

She tightens her grip on Catra’s hand and looks her in the eyes. "Would you say it adds to my Big Top Energy?" She wiggles her eyebrows and Catra giggles before looking at her biting her lip. Adora just seems to notice her outfit. She was wearing light wash jean shorts with a white cropped halter top and light washed denim jeans to top it off, and it definitely had an affect on her. 

Catra eyed Adora’s biceps again and then trailed her hands to them before leaning towards her seat and whispering in her ear. "How about you prove it?" Her hand starts moving slowly up and down Adora’s arm and Adora feels like she's about to self-destruct. Catra must have no idea what her voice sounds like, or maybe she does and is doing this on purpose. It was low and raspy and sent a chill down her spine. 

Adora shivers and glances at her before bringing up her hand to place a hair that's strayed loose from her bun behind her ear. She then cups Catra’s face with that same hand and watches her eyes flutter. 

Wow. 

"Gorgeous, you're gorgeous Catra," Adora whispers this, almost as if it's a secret, when really everyone that has ever laid eyes on her probably knows. She doesn't know what's coming over her but she feels like the girl in front of her needs to know that she is. Adora drags her thumb back and forth from the edge of Catra’s jaw to the corner of her mouth, all while scratching the back of her neck with her other fingers. She does this for a while because Catra seems to enjoy it, leaning into her touch and her breathing becoming a bit heavier. Catra’s grip on her arm got tighter and her long nails dug into her hard muscle, and Adora didn't know before but she might be interested in that. Adora gets an idea and threads her fingers through Catra’s thick and smooth brown hair and lightly tugs . Her reaction was a high whimper and Catra drifting closer to get a better grip on her. Adora gives her that extra support by holding her other arm and Catra melts into her arms. Adora rests her hand back on Catra’s face and tightens her grip on the side of her jaw, cupping her face.

"Adora," she whispers while slightly opening her mouth dangerously close to the direction of Adora’s thumb that's resting on her face. Catra’s eyes drift shut and the way she says Adora's name shoots heat straight her body, and she wants to slide in her thumb or pull her into a kiss before-

She hears Rogelio's door open and his footsteps walk over to Catra’s side of the car. Adora lets out a groan of frustration that makes Catra giggle before reluctantly pulling her hand away from Adora’s arm but before she could get up, Adora drags her thumb over her bottom lip and says- 

"Next time?" Catra nips at Adora’s thumb before giggling at Adora’s fake offended gasp.

"Mmm, I say you take me somewhere to eat first. Maybe a movie after, and now that I know you're loaded I'm expecting nothing but the best," Catra says with a smirk and playfully scolding tone. 

Adora laughs and drops her hand to the seat so Catra can get up to leave. She nods at the plan for a possible future date and inwardly congratulates herself. After they both get out of the car. Rogelio goes to park the car and Catra and Adora walk hand in hand to the entrance of her penthouse. 

All the way through the lobby and in the elevator, Catra looked like a kid at a candy shop. She was asking all these questions about how much random objects cost and if everyone there worked for her. Adora happily answered all of her questions and enjoyed the pure enthusiasm she had for the stuff that Adora had sort of gotten used to. It opened her eyes and made her realize how lucky she really was - for the material wealth she had, and for the opportunity to meet this amazing human being. 

When they finally got to Adora’s door, Adora scanned her key card and the door unlocked with a crisp click. 

Catra lets out gasp at the first sight and grabs one of Adora's arms, shaking it in excitement. 

" This is what you meant by apartment??" Catra says with the cutest smile and sparkling eyes. 

"I probably should've specified with penthouse. Want a tour?" 

"Lead the way," Catra smiles.

Adora shows her everything from the kitchen to balcony with the pool and hot tub. She shows her the master bedroom, AKA where she sleeps, and the other guest bedrooms. At the end of the tour, they eventually circle back to the master bedroom, and Adora offers Catra some of her clothes to change into. She walks into the bathroom with the clothes and shuts the door behind her.

Adora lets out a longing sigh and smiles at the door for a second before changing into her pj's, which were a white shirt and basketball shorts, walking back and forth and tying up her hair into her signature high ponytail. When Catra walks out of the bathroom with Adora’s hoodie and shorts on, Adora figures she could die happily at that moment completely sated. 

"You good Adora?" Catra asks because she noticed her blush. She always does. 

"Me? Always. The clothes are good?"

"Yeah."

"And the temperature?" 

"Yes."

"And what about the curtains, should I close them or are they fine open?"

Catra rolls her eyes before giving Adora a smirk. "Yes, Adora everything is fine. I'll be okay."

"Okay, yeah that's good."

They both just stare at each other for a minute, smiling with blushes on their faces until Adora finally breaks the comfortable silence. 

"I should uh, leave you to it then?" She starts to take a couple of steps back towards the door.

Catra’s beaming smile sort of falters and she just looks down for a second before giving a short nod and tight smile. 

Adora reluctantly turns to leave when she feels a gentle hand grip her wrist. She turns back and sees Catra still looking down, her bangs covering her face and her cheeks are a light shade of red. 

"Stay?" Catra asked, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. 

Adora’s heart clenches at the sight and wonders how she's been able to function before today without this in her life. 

"Yeah of course," she says, a bit breathless. 

Catra gets in bed first on the left side of the king sized bed, and Adora on the right. Adora reaches to switch off the lights and hears Catra shift around in the bed and guesses that she’s just trying to get comfortable. What she doesn't expect is for Catra to be right next to her when she turns back. She freezes in place and looks at Catra with wide eyes.

"Is this okay?" Her voice sounds timid, but hopeful. And that the only reassurance Adora needed to know this wouldn’t make Catra uncomfortable. 

She drops back into the covers and lets Catra snuggle into her side. Adora drapes her arm over Catra’s shoulders and pulls her in a little closer. The amount of comfort she feels right now is not one Adora would find after knowing someone for only a day, but it isn't one she's willing to give up.

As she drifts to sleep, with a beautiful stranger that she seems to know so well, she wonders if this will ever be something more. 

But ugh. 

How the hell does one manage to catch feelings in a day?

All she can say is-

Fuck. She's fallen.

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Fuck. She's fallen.

It's been a month since Catra first slept over at Adora’s penthouse and honestly, a month since she's slept that well. 

Now every single day she's in class with Adora, the jock brings her a vegetarian wrap and sprite from Razz's.

Every. Single. Day. 

But she still hasn't asked Catra out.

Catra would be frustrated after dropping so many hints, but she can't expect much from Adora. She's a bit oblivious at times. It's strangely endearing though, she has to admit that. 

One time when all of them decided to go to the movies, Adora and Catra ended up next to each other and a couple seats away from everyone else. 

Catra had ended up reaching for her hand while cuddling into her shoulder. They actually cuddled for the rest of the movie, but as soon as they left and Glimmer mentioned that Catra was single Adora said "Oh my god me too! Us single ladies gotta stick together am I right?," all while Catra disintegrated into pieces of a gay puddle. 

But she's not going to lie and say it wasn't a little cute. The way Adora is super flirty and in top mode one second, then Catra does the tiniest thing and she gets so flustered. She likes to think about what would happen if Adora made a move. 

I mean she did, that one time in her car. She thinks about that often. That moment occupies her dirtiest fantasies. The way Adora looked at her with a concentration and intensity she didn’t know the blonde could possess, it was sort of like Catra unlocked this part of her. And that's so exciting. 

But Catra won't lie that Adora has the exact same effect on her. Usually Catra was nothing but a top, even in her past relationships they were usually bottoms. And she was fine with that, but there's something about Adora that makes her feel like she wants to be manhandled, or pushed up against a wall and fucked until she couldn’t walk. She imagines being dressed in Adora’s clothes and carried to bed afterwards, while having the blonde whisper to her about how good she was, maybe even- 

"Catra?" 

Huh?

"Mija, your aunt is talking to you. Try to be a little more respectful," her mother scolded. Catra winced but noticed how her mother had a knowing look in her eyes. Her mother stood up to head to the balcony with her brother and best friend leaving Catra to deal with the wrath of her aunt alone. 

Well, she certainly didn't think that these fantasies would end up at her aunt's dinner table. Around her cousins. And parents. And relatives. Fuck, this is extremely embarrassing.

"Right um, sorry tia. What were you saying?" She responds while blushing excessively and trying to focus her attention back on the food in front of her. It's not that hard considering how amazing Columbian food is. She's not bragging, simply stating facts. 

"I was asking if you've found yourself a boyfriend yet. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be single at this age." Her aunt has a tint of pain in her face, almost as if she thinks the fact that she isn't with a man is detrimental to Catra’s health.

Okay. Catra knows she should feel genuinely offended at the fact that her ain't thinks she's straight, but she can't help but inwardly laugh at the absurdity of a universe in which Catra is straight.

Hilarious.

"Well actually I'm still single, unfortunately. But I don't think you'll ever see me being a guy home, tia." 

Right now, considering her family had some sort of gathering going on, they were at Catra's maternal grandparents house. It was pretty large considering most of their children - Catra and her cousin's parents - pitched in to pay for it. Nobody wanted their grandparents in a retirement home. One because they were pretty young for grandparents having children in high school, and two they were way too lively to live the life of bingo and mundane TV. 

Speaking of the devil, or rather two, Catra hears her grandparent's motorcycle pull into the driveway. 

"Why not, Catra. It upsets me when you say things like that." She had a wary expression on her face. 

Wow. She clearly feels deeply about the subject. 

Catra opens her mouth to explain how insanely gay she is when she hears the front door open and turns to see her grandparents at the door greeting everyone while making their way to the table she was at.

But as they got closer she saw one of her closest friends. 

Nico. Short for Nicolas. 

He's a family friend, Catra is pretty sure he's related to Peekablue, and his dad is very good friends with Catra’s Mom. 

Catra and Nico used to hang out non-stop but drifted a little after they started college, for some reason. Actually, Catra knows exactly why. Everyone in their family keeps trying to get them to go out with each other. Their relationship has always been nothing but platonic, it's simply the fact that whenever they're next to each other as two attractive and accomplished people, it gets the family members talking. 

Catra often reminisces about how close they were growing up, always hanging out. It was Nico, Catra, Peekablue, and Double Trouble. The four of them were inseparable. But fast forward to later in high school and  DT and Peekablue finally find out they like each other. Both families were pretty excited considering they had been childhood friends. 

But that also leaves the other half of the crew - Catra and Nico - both single and for some reason that immediately translates to "these two need to get together" to some of their family members. Even though Catra came out senior year of high school. It's been a while and yet they still don't get how it'll never work out. 

God, this'll be a whirlwind. 

"Catra! Where the hell have you been loca?" Her grandpa launched himself at Catra wrapping her in a tight yet gentle hug. She loves his hugs.

A high pitched laugh comes from behind them and Catra automatically knows it's her grandma. People say she laughs the exact same way, but Catra doesn't hear it.

"This one's been watching too much twilight," she steps in to hug Catra after her grandpa finally lets her go. 

"You guys are ridiculous. Hey lita, hey tito," she inhales the sweet smell of her grandma that reminds her of childhood summers in their yard tackling Nico while Peekablue and DT built sandcastles and collected shells. 

When they pull away, they notice Tia Sofia's troubled expression and walk over while giving each other a look. 

"Now what is it Sofia," her grandpa asked with an eye roll. 

"Nothing papa, I was just asking if Catra had found a boy to bring home. She's nearly 23, and that's far too old to be single," her aunt says with such a genuine concern it's almost funny. 

"Tia Sofia with all due respect, Catra is gay as hell," cut in a familiar smug voice. 

Catra never would've thought she'd be this grateful for her childhood friend's appearance. 

"Hey language Nico, wouldn't want to get the car taken away again," Catra quipped. His dad used to do so nearly every weekend whenever he and she would slip up at his house. 

Nico rolled his eyes before wrapping her in a spinning hug. Catra laughed while digging into his back to keep from being flung across the living room. 

After he put her down, Catra shoved his shoulder while he just chuckled and pushed her back gently. 

"Hey the boy's right. She gets the fruity from me," says Catra's mom when she walks back in. She sits next to her parents and throws a piece of food in Sofia's hair. As the oldest sibling, Sofia looks like she's used to it. 

"Also, how are you gonna say homophobic shit when your mom and sister are both gay," Nico states with a mouthful of empanada. 

"Nico!" Catra's mouth drops with a gasp and she has to struggle to keep a laugh from erupting from her throat as everyone around the table starts to laugh. 

That is true though. Sofia is strange in the sense that her parents didn't raise her with traditional values yet she still believes them. Her poor son Rogelio is gay and she's still homophobic. That's why he moved in with his boyfriend Kyle and girlfriend Lonnie as soon as he graduated from high school.

Catra starts to stand up and walk over to the front door waving to everyone at the table. Now that she's eaten and conversed, she's ready to leave. Nico subconsciously follows. 

"You know I'm right," he is . "But your friend Glimmer wouldn't stop blowing up my phone earlier. She said you wouldn't answer and she wanted you to go to some football player's game today." 

Catra’s eyes widened and her face started to rose up at the thought of Adora in a football uniform throwing people around, muscles bulging, with her skin shining from sweat while red from exertion. Oh my god she wishes she could just-

"We good over here Catra?" Nico asks with actual concern laced in his voice. But that doesn't last for long before he scans her face again, realizes her current state, then shifts his frown into a shit-eating grin. "Catraaaaa. Do you like said football player-"

"Nico stoooop," Catra groans. "I wanna get out of here. You brought your car right?" 

"Of course babe. You think I would get on your grandparents janky ass motorcycle?"

"Nico, ¡deja de maldecir!" Tia Sofia calls from inside the house. 

"That's our cue?" Nico twirls his car keys around his index finger and raises an eyebrow in question. 

"Let's go," Catra says with a smirk. 

They get to Brightmoon's stadium about 25 minutes later, pulling into the parking lot in Nico's blue Alfa Romeo. What? Catra did mention that they were both pretty accomplished. He started his acting career straight out of high school and decided to not go to college because it was a "factory used to mend young and talented minds to the governments ideal version of the perfect adult". He just didn't get accepted to the college he wanted to get into and got mad. But Catra did admit he was sort of right, but she would never admit that out loud. His ego would inflate to deathly levels. 

As they get closer to the seats that Glimmer said they would be at, the sounds of the drum line, people cheering, and people wearing their school colors blind Catra’s vision and hearing. It's chaotic. It's perfect.

"Ah, this is one thing I miss about college. The games, cosita bonita." Nico wraps his arm around Catra while grabbing a tub of popcorn off of a tray - without paying - and giving a wistful sigh. 

"How are you gonna miss something about a place you've never been to," he gave her a sheepish smile and shrug, "also, I'm like 8 months younger than you. Don't call me little, asshole." Catra gave him a smirk as his attempt at redemption before sighing and deflating. 

They finally got through the crowd of adolescents and found their spots next to Glimmer and Bow who were… dressed for the occasion. 

They had purple face paint, nails that were painted blue, extravagant hats that had the icon of their school's eagle mascot attached to a spring. They were wearing matching jerseys of number 18, which she's guessing is Adora’s jersey number, and matching blue shorts. Not to mention the pointer fingers and excessive amount of candy from the concession stand. 

Glimmer finally sees their arrival and pulls Nico's arm so he's dragged away from Catra and into her arms. Catra smiles at this because those two were always causing trouble ever since Catra and Glimmer first met during freshman year of college. Bow was there too, but she's pretty sure he isn't too fond of Nico. It occurred to Catra that he could be jealous, but he isn't the jealous type. It could also be how out-of-pocket Nico's behavior is, but Catra is the same why and he seems to tolerate her. Okay so maybe he is jealous.

Bow makes eye-contact with Catra then shows genuine excitement at her arrival. He pulls her into a hug and shows her the current score and explains who they're playing against and- Alright. She'll admit she isn't really paying attention to what he is saying. But in her defense she's looking for a very special someone. Bow seems to sense this and cuts off his explanation before his face forms a wicked smile. 

"So if we look to the right side of the field, there'll be this tall jacked, hunk of a lesbian who's taking a nice sip of water." Catra groans and covers her face in her hands while Bow laughs at her despair. 

"Goodness, is it that obvious?" It's a dumb question apparently because Glimmer and Nico seem to tune into the conversation. 

"It has been since that day at Razz's. Oooo, by the way. Did you two end up fucking," the way she nonchalantly picks a handful of popcorn from Nico's bucket and turns to face the field as if she didn't just make Catra turn the shade of a damn tomato is fucking aggravating. She thought Bow would chide Glimmer or come to her defense but he just looks at her expectantly as if he were waiting for an answer too. 

"Well of course not! Why is that even a question?" Even Catra knew it was a weak rebuttal, and the shade of her face probably wasn't helping her case. 

"You two were making bedroom eyes the entire night," Bow said, lifting an eyebrow. 

"I- We were not?!" Catra squeaked with how high her register went. They could definitely tell she was lying. They're right but only a little . 

"Sure Catra," Nico sang. 

"You weren't even there!" She turns her attention back to the game before she gets the urge to launch herself out a seven story building. 

She's blessed with the sight because Adora is now squatting down a couple of yards behind the line of players slightly ahead. She soon hears a man yell out blue 42 they all go into action. She later realizes that it's Rogelio, and again wonders how Adora and her never met until a month ago considering all their connections. Rogelio holds the ball analyzing the field until he launches it across to another teammate up ahead. The ball soars high and in a spiral and directly to the teammate until a blur of red flashes in front of him and intercepts the ball. 

The opposing team's player speeds down the field and Nico, Glimmer, and Bow are yelling like crazy to get Brightmoon's team to stop him after the failed attempts of two people. Catra didn't realize how late they got here, or the significance of this play because the score was 30-28 with Brightmoon in the lead and a couple seconds left on the clock. If this player made the touchdown, then it would push them to a 34 winning them the game. They were awfully close to the end zone and Catra could see their side of the stands already start a celebration cheer. 

But then a flash of purple and navy blue is streaking down the field. Catra used to run track, but she has never seen anyone run that fast with that much equipment on. They were right on the other team's tail and right before they could cross the line, the brightmoon player ran up to their left and tackled them from the side. Catra was confused by that move until she realized that if they were to tackle them from the back, it would give them an opportunity to trudge forward a couple of steps and take the touchdown. 

The decision was not only made quick, but ended up saving the game. What Catra didn't realize until after the explosion of cheering and crying, was that it was Adora that made the tackle. 

Holy shit.

The amount of force that tackle held had sent the dude flying and he was actually still on the floor. But it was from the same girl who woke her up with light hair strokes and pancakes from her cook right next to her bedside. She was the perfect ratio of strong and gentle that was honestly the most attractive shit to ever exist. And Catra didn't usually get this excited over football games, but she soon finds herself yelling and cheering with her friends. 

Adora takes off her helmet and has a smug and confident smirk on her face. And if that wasn't already hot, she starts to do a dance over the guy that she tackled only to be bombarded by her teammates seconds later. Catra laughs at the scene while people start to clear out of the bleachers and players start to clear off of the field. But before Catra can fully turn away, she makes eye-contact with Adora and - Adora winks. 

Catra is sure she looks ridiculous gaping at a now empty field, but how do you expect her to recover from such a thing?

About 15 minutes later the four of them are standing around the concession stands grabbing snacks and candy while waiting for Adora to walk out. When she does, Bow and Glimmer immediately rush over and crush her in a hug. Adora laughs and tries to reciprocate the hug but is too restricted. 

"While I appreciate the embrace, I was tackled about 500 times out there so I'm super sore," she gasps out. 

"Right, right of course," Glimmer says bashfully. 

Bow holds her duffel bag for her and apologizes, giving her a pat on the back. When she winces he apologizes again and stands next to Glimmer.

As soon as they back away, Catra walks up to Adora and smiles. She can't help but think about how incredibly hot her muscles are now that she's only in a long sleeved, navy blue, heatgear under armour shirt and holding her shoulder pads and helmet.

"So, punch your feelings out guy. You did pretty good out there today," Catra was having a hard time paying attention to the conversation at hand due to the muscles bulging through the thin fabric. 

For the oblivious jock that she is, she seems to notice this and discreetly flexes her biceps, flashing her a smirk at Catra’s answering gasp. 

"That's very nice of you. You should come see me more," Adora holds her shoulder pad and helmet in one hand before using the other to run a hand through her damp hair.

Catra swallows because the action flexes her muscles again . "At your games?" 

Adora looks her up and down before smirking again. "Sure," the innuendo is as clear as day. 

"Well holy shit, Glimmer was right. You're pretty good out there," Nico walks up and wraps an arm around Catra’s shoulder. 

Adora’s expression falters and she looks a bit puzzled. But only for a second before reaching a hand out and looking at Nico. 

"I don't think we’ve met before, I'm Adora," her smile looks a bit tight, but Catra doesn't know what could be bothering her. Maybe it's not a big deal.

"Right. I'm Nico. Catra’s childhood friend," the way he says so is different than he usually does. Like there's something more behind the phrase. They both know there isn't, and it makes Catra give him a questioning look. 

He either doesn't see it or he ignores Catra because Adora speaks up again.

"Oh. That's nice," it's high pitched and strained when she says this but Catra thinks her voice might be sore from all the yelling. 

"Sure is. Anyways, Glimmer was raging about some food joint you guys always go to?" Nico slips the arm that was around her shoulder to her waist and while Catra and him are usually just touchy friends, it looks like it makes Adora’s jaw clench. "Was thinking I should take Catra there."

"She's already been," her tone is clear and icy. 

"Oh really? With who?" Nico asks the question like he already knows the answer. Bow and Glimmer watch the interaction knowingly and Catra can't help but wonder if she's missing something important. 

"With me," Adora's eyes narrow and she doesn't know what she does, but she seems to look taller in stature. 

Alright, what the fuck is going on here?

"Hey guys, I think they might close pretty soon. Should we start to head over here?" Catra makes an effort to break- whatever is going on here and moves away from Nico's grasp. 

"Oh don't worry. Mara keeps it open late for regulars," there's a challenging smile on Adora’s face. Even though she's responding to Catra, she doesn't break the intense eye-contact with Nico. 

What a mindfuck. She already ate a bunch earlier but Razz's might clear the air between those two. 

"Alright babe, let's go," Nico said before walking off. 

Adora’s eyes widened before she looked down in a slightly disappointed manner. Jeez, she hopes she isn't the one making Adora upset. 

She steps towards her again and looks up at her face. 

"Hey is everything okay?" Catra reaches for her hand and when she holds it, Adora finally looks her in the eyes. 

Her beautiful blue eyes are searching for a moment, as if she's trying to find something. Catra thinks she finds it because she then lights up, squeezes her hand, and bites her lip before letting go of her hand and pulling her in for a hug.

Catra feels immediate warmth and comfort while wrapping her arms around a toned waist. Adora smells amazing considering she just played in a football game. Catra’s heart does this weird flutter thing when Adora rests her chin on the top of her head, surrounding her completely. Adora’s arm that was wrapped around her shoulder then trails to her waist, her hand holding the spot with a grip that was gentle yet firm. It sent a heat straight through her body. 

Adora starts to pull away, coming face to face with her. But her hand lingers, moving to rub circles on Catra’s lower back dangerously close to her bottom. 

"You go ahead. Save me a seat?" Adora says while masking an expression that's addicting. It takes a second for Catra to realize that it's desire .

Catra had to clear her throat before responding with a weak "Yeah." Adora steps back and starts walking backwards towards Bow and Glimmer who were sorting out which candy belongs to each other.

She turns to walk away - not before giving Adora a wink - and she definitely doesn't add a little bit of sway to her hips. 

When she gets to Razz's, she sees Nico with a bright red face and wonders who has the power to get him to blush.

Catra walks closer to where he is and sees that he's talking to Jewelstar. Jewels for short.. Well, shit. Of course Jewels would be the one to stun Nico. He's incredibly charming and has a way with words.  

She takes a stop next to Nico and wraps an arm around his waist before looking up at him with a menacing smirk. 

Jewels looks at the two before raising an eyebrow in question. "Oh, I didn't know you and Catra knew each other." 

"Yeah, we're childhood friends ," Catra wished she could frame the look on his face when he realized what she's doing.

"Oh nice." Jewels looked fairly unbothered, but also less chatty than when Catra found them. 

"Well, I'm gonna go find a booth. See ya later babe," Catra winked at him before walking to the other side of the restaurant. 

Nico's eyes widened and he turned back to Jewels sheepishly, rubbing his neck. 

"Hey, I'm rooting for you," Jewels said with a chuckle before walking away. 

Nico's shoulders sink and he trudges over to where Catra is sitting. 

"You little shit," he says plopping in front of Catra. 

Catra just laughs and crosses her arms. "Just giving you a taste of your own medicine asshole. But hey, at least he's rooting for you," Catra punctuated the sentence with a fake pouty face. 

Nico groans and slides further into the seat. 

Glimmer, Bow, and Adora then walk in and all sit at a spot. Glimmer sits in between Nico and Bow - which the latter looks grateful for - and Adora right next to Catra. The three delve into conversation about DnD and soon they order their food while Adora explains what it was like to be on the field earlier. They're almost done with their food when Catra feels Adora’s warm breath on her ear, and a hand placed on her knee. She seems to notice the quick breath Catra took because she asks her a question. 

"Is this okay?" Catra turns to face her and sees that her brows are furrowed in concentration. Catra’s are too, but for an entirely different reason. She's horny as fuck. She nods and Adora smirks, flexing her hand then finishing off her sprite. 

"So no one was going to tell me Nico had a thing for Jewels?" Glimmer asked the two girls. 

Neither answered, both too caught up in each other to notice the question, so Glimmer let out a groan before standing up and grabbing Nico's arm. 

"We're setting you up, come on Bow!" The three friends marched away in Jewel's direction, leaving Catra alone with Adora. They both chuckled at the exchange, but Catra can't seem to forget the presence of a certain someone's hand on her thigh. 

Catra decides that if she doesn't make her move today she won't be able to live with herself. 

She leans in and whispers into Adora's ear, placing a hand on her bicep. 

"You think this counts as a date? Because I'd be more than happy to go back to your place after we're done here." The hand that Adora placed on Catra’s knee begins to move higher, going up her skirt and resting on her inner thigh. Catra’s breath catches but she plays it cool, keeping her stare directly on Adora’s eyes.

"Damn, I was really looking forward to that movie first," Adora remarks with a fake pout. 

Catra laughs, even despite her extreme horniness. 

Adora gives her that dopey smile, but Catra is reminded of the hand on her thigh when she feels Adora rub small small circles into her skin using her middle and ring finger. 

"Ready?" Adora whispers, her eyes glancing to Caotra’s chest area. 

Catra’s breath catches before she bites her lip and asks, "Your place?"

Adora flashes her a smile and Catra returns it. Adora stands first then reaches her arm out for Catra to hold. 

Catra shivers in anticipation and takes the hand offered to her. 

Well this is finally happening .

As soon as they step out of Razz's and in front of Adora's Royce, Catra's phone notification goes off. She opens the message to see that it's for Nico. 

Niccy boy: Rooting for you! ;)

Catra smiles before turning off her phone. She won't need it tonight.

Chapter Text

As they sit in the backseat on the way to her penthouse, Adora feels an all too familiar heat at the bottom of her stomach. Every time she finally seems to settle down, she takes one glance at Catra and she feels a whole other wave of horniness. 

Catra must notice her restlessness and decides to intervene, because there are soon two soft hands on Adora’s face. 

"Hey you big dummy," Adora loves it when she calls her that, "stop thinking so loud. Tell me what's wrong," Catra speaks in a series of giggles and by the end of her phrase, they are both giggling. Adora’s cheeks are smooshed by Catra’s hands, and it seems to make Catra laugh so Adora pushes out her lips to make a faux pouty expression which makes Catra giggle even more. Adora wants to hear that laugh for the rest of her life. It's absolutely adorable. Catra finally drops her hands from Adora’s face so she can get a reply out. 

"I'm okay. I'll admit I was a bit worried before, but I don't know. You make things a lot easier, it's weird." At the last part Adora finally makes eye-contact with Catra, a bit scared she might scare her off. But it's been a month now and Adora couldn't keep it from her any longer. Catra is just staring at Adora, her face a little red.

"I don't think it's weird at all," Catra's gaze is soft and patient, but her eyes immediately dart away before she continues, “You… make me feel the same way," Catra looks somewhat embarrassed admitting this, but it flusters the hell out of Adora. 

Adora just stares at Catra with a small smile until a thought from earlier crosses her mind. The way Nico touched her, and called her babe. It honestly deflates her mood just thinking about it. Adora needs to clarify the situation. 

"So that Nico guy," her train of thought comes to a halt. She doesn't even know how to phrase what she's going to ask. Hey, is that guy you've known since you were a kid into you? It would totally make sense considering how smart, and funny, and pretty you are, but it makes me jealous even though I don't have the guts to ask you out. 

"What about him?" Catra's gaze locks on her, waiting for an answer. 

"Well it's really nothing. Like it'd be okay if you don't want to answer this, but are you two- well what I'm trying to ask is,” Adora lets out a heavy sigh, “are you two a thing?" Damn that took a lot of effort. 

Catra blinks for a moment before throwing her head back in laughter. 

"Oh goodness, if I didn't like you so much I'd actually be offended," Catra places her hand on her heart and tilts her head to the side. 

Adora is extremely confused at what's going on, so she just chuckles along pretending to get the joke. 

Eventually Catra settles down and rolls her eyes, a mischievous look still on her face. "First things first: I don't like men. I guess they're cool here and there but they're just not my vibe," Catra explains with a wave of her hand, "and second, Nico and I are just friends. Plus I’m pretty sure he has a thing for Jewels."

She knows Jewels? How have they seriously never met before? Her attention turns back to the situation at hand and Adora suddenly felt dumb for thinking that Catra would be into him. She tries to imagine her with a guy and… Nope she can't. But then the last part throws her off a bit so she decides to muster up the courage to ask her something she's been wanting to know for a while. 

"Yeah. I guess that makes sense, huh?" Catra nods along. "But then in that case, what are we?"

Catra looks at her and sighs. The smile on her face softens and suddenly she's leaning forward. One caressing hand comes up on the left side of her face while the other goes to rest on the back of her neck. Catra brushes her lips on Adora’s cheek before softly placing a kiss on it. 

"Whatever you want us to be, Adora," she then whispers. She sounds hopeful, but also like she's teasing her. She keeps placing soft kisses on her cheek with a reverence that shouldn't (but definitely does) turn her on. 

The gesture is simple, but it paired with Catra's words and raspy voice shoots electricity down her spine. Adora turns to face her and sees how blown her pupils are. Well it's good to know she's not the only one getting turned on from this. 

Adora then places her hand on the back of Catra’s neck, mimicking the other girl's actions. It occurs to Adora that this situation is oddly familiar, and while she holds Catra’s stare she laughs lightly. 

"I can't help but feel like we've been here before," Catra huffs out a laugh before biting her lip. Her hold on Adora turns playful, Catra pushing her jaw a little, before she draws back from her.

Adora should be embarrassed about the tiny whine of disappointment that escapes her mouth at Catra’s absence, but she's come to learn that anything that makes Catra laugh is a good thing. 

"What? Miss me already?" Her raised brow is challenging, daring even. Adora bites her bottom lip to conceal the smug grin that dares to cross her face. She likes where this is going, but she just needs a little more clarification.

"Well of course I do. Why don't you come back," Adora pats her lap and pushes her lip out in an attempt to get Catra to crack. 

How Catra responds to this will determine how the rest of the night will go really. If she simply crosses the seats and sits back in Adora’s lap, then Adora would've gotten what she wanted but not in the way she had in mind. There's a two-worded phrase that she's looking for…

Catra’s beautiful eyes are hazy with what Adora thinks is lust before slightly parting her lips. 

"Make me," she says without hesitation.

Bingo .

Adora scoots to her side before gripping her thighs and pulling her into a straddle over her lap. It wasn't anything too quick to harm her, but it wasn't the most gentle motion either. With Catra straddled over her, she can hear her breathing and feel pressure over her crotch. 

Catra’s hands came up to her face. Though the light in the car was dim, she could see Catra’s eyes darting between her eyes and lips. 

Adora makes the executive decision to help her out and returns her hand to the back of her neck. 

Adora’s voice drops and she looks Catra in the eye. “Kiss me.” 

Catra lets out a cut off exhale before clearing her throat. “Now, that’s no way to ask for something, Adora.”

Adora lifts her eyebrows in surprise at the brunette’s defiance. This is going to be fun. 

“You’re right. But I don’t remember asking,” she licks her lips at the end of the phrase her eyes tracing Catra in her outfit. The skirt that she has on is a bit hiked up at her position and the sight of her thighs makes Adora's mouth water. The hand that isn't on the back of Catra’s neck goes from the seat to her lower back, then waist. Adora grips the spot and exhales heavily when Catra grinds down in response. 

Catra gasps at the feeling and repeats the action a couple of times, developing a steady rhythm. Her face looks as if she's concentrated on something, her biting her lip and her eyebrows pinched. 

Adora's grip on her waist tightens and she pulls Catra on her next grind. Catra moans and tilts her head back.

"Fuck," Catra whispers and Adora just about dies . They go on for a couple more seconds, Catra enjoying the stimulation and Adora enjoying the view. But suddenly she slows down. 

Catra looks to the side and groans in frustration. Adora furrows her brows before looking at whatever Catra is looking at. 

Oh. 

They're home.

Catra starts to lift herself off of Adora's lap until Adora wraps her fingers around her wrist and pulls her back in. 

"Adora, I don't want Rogelio to see us," she half-heartedly argues, her tightening legs betraying her.

"I know, just…" Adora drags her thumb across Catra’s bottom lip then leans forward to finally place her lips on Catra's. This kiss has to be her most enjoyable one. Catra's lips are soft but she kisses with a firmness that shows her confidence and want.

Catra lets out a soft moan, making Adora reflexively jerk her thigh up. Catra lets out a surprised gasp and her hands fly to Adora's shoulders. 

Adora is about to dart her tongue out when Catra pulls away. But not without biting her bottom lip and dragging it with her. 

"Patience, Adora. You think you can wait for me until we get up there?" She says, only a little condescending. 

Well shit. 

Catra’s voice takes a lower edge that's so fucking hot .

But Catra is right, Rogelio is probably right outside their door and Adora doesn't know if she'll be able to see him everyday if he sees her and Catra in this… compromising position.

Catra lifts off of her lap and Adora already misses her on top of her. But her excitement for what's to come overrides that disappointment by a landslide. 

Rogelio offers to bring up Adora's football gear to get it washed but she explains to him that she had already done so in the locker rooms at Brightmoon. She also wanted no delays with Catra. 

Soon they make it up the elevator but not without Adora grabbing Catra's ass on the way out. Then they stand at the door while Adora struggles to find her key card. But that's only because Catra thinks it's funny to stand behind Adora and drag her acrylic nails down her abs, while breathing all the things she wants the blonde to do to her once they get inside on the back of her neck. 

Adora finally gets it, but when she pushes open the door, Catra lets go and walks straight to the bedroom as if nothing happened. 

Adora sighs wistfully and fucking throws her equipment god knows where. She'll deal with that tomorrow. She has more pressing matters at the moment. 

When she opens her door to her room she finds that Catra is… incredibly fast?

While Adora was out locking the door, Catra took it upon herself to sit at the edge of the bed… 

With only red lace wrapping her body perfectly .

Holy fucking shit. 

Apparently that thought was verbalized because Catra stands and walks over to where is stuck at the door. She looks up at Adora while lightly dragging her nails down her stomach like she had done earlier. 

She lifts a hand to run through Catra’s hair, the height difference making it easy. Catra’s eyes flutter shut and she smiles. So cute .

"You got undressed without me," Adora breaths, "I wanted to help you with that." Her hand ends up on Catra's waist again. 

"Well there's still one more layer to go," Catra says before placing her hands on Adora's shoulders and facing up to kiss her. Adora meets her halfway and this kiss was nothing like the one in the car. 

It was more persistent and fast-paced, making Catra let out tiny moans and Adora slide her hands down to Catra's ass, squeezing . Catra licks her bottom lip asking for entrance and Adora gives it to her. How could she not? 

The brunette then licks into her mouth, making her groan and pull her closer. Catra shifts her hands from the shoulders to her back, clearly trying to feel the muscle. 

"Adora," Catra says between kisses. 

She hums, not wanting to break the kiss by pulling away. 

"Your clothes," Catra pushes back a little and grabs the hem of her tight compression shirt, "take them off."

Adora smiles before lifting her shirt off of her head leaving her in a black sports bra and football shorts that matched in color. 

Catra's eyes darken visibly while staring at her abs. She's noticed that Catra has a thing for her muscles, and plans on using that for future reference. But for now, she just wants to feel Catra on her again. 

Catra feels like in another universe, Adora is some sort of goddess because there's no fucking way someone can be this jacked. She's always had a thing for her muscles, but she never knew it would affect her this much. 

Catra drags her eyes back to Adora’s and says what she's been wanting to say for a while. 

"I need you to fuck me."

Adora’s let's out a ragged exhale before she was on her in an instant, her lips on her neck and hands roaming greedily down her body. They land on her thighs and before she knows it Adora is holding her up. Catra pulls her into a kiss, letting Adora’s hands shift to her ass again. 

Adora pulls her in and Catra’s clit comes in contact with the ridges of Adora's abs. Catra gasps. 

"Fuck," She feels Adora smile against her lips and walk towards the bed. 

She sets her down on her back right at the edge, hovering with her hands on either of her face pressing into the mattress. 

Adora just stares at her with her (darker than usual) blue eyes. They are both panting heavily and a few strands of hair from Adora’s game ponytail come loose. Catra slowly lifts her hands and tucks the strands behind her ear. Adora gives her a dopey grin and sighs. Then she does something unexpected. She drops down and wraps her arms behind Catra's back, hugging her. 

Though she has Catra’s legs spread, standing in between them with them both nearly naked , the hug felt like a comforting embrace. And it still managed to make her toes curl. 

She soon feels Adora’s lips brush against her ear. "Sorry," She breathes out, kissing her forehead a couple of times before pulling away to look at her. "You're just so beautiful," and Catra melts. Adora leans down and starts to kiss her on her jaw and collarbone, almost like she's worshipping her. 

She squirms a bit under the affection, not expecting this. Many people have called her beautiful before. Many people have had sex with her before. But no one has ever made her feel like this. 

Like something precious rather than someone who's just hot. 

"Adora," she whines again. Catra is so incredibly turned on, she arches her back a bit, seeking friction.

The jock then groans and grinds down into her. It leaves them both panting and Adora repeats the motion, shifting to look at her. 

When their eyes meet Catra moans. Her gaze is so reverent, yet so heated that it makes her feel like coming on the spot. 

"Fuck Catra," she moans kissing her and stroking her bangs from her face with a gentle contrast to the pace at which she's rolling her hips. 

Adora’s pace turns a bit desperate and it takes Catra a second to realize how quickly the warmth in the bottom of her stomach is building.

She's already so fucking close. But she doesn't want to come just yet. The hand that was resting on Adora’s back comes to her shoulder and taps a couple of times. Adora immediately pauses. 

She sees Adora’s eyes widen and suddenly she's pulling away, making Catra lose that precious contact. 

"Shit, I'm sorry," Adora chokes, "I should've asked. 

That was not the problem.

"No no you're fine," she rushed to assure her. "I just almost," her cheeks start to blaze and she quickly darts her eyes away, "I was really close." 

Adora’s look of panic morphed into a smug grin at the admission, her pulling Catra back in for a kiss. 

"That riled up for me, huh?" 

Aaaand there she is. Top Energy Adora , as Catra branded, is back.

One large hand trails up from her stomach to her breast, palming the underside while her other trails down her stomach to where she needed her most. Adora cups her pussy before pulling down the lace in her other hand to allow her finger and her thumb to pinch Catra's nipple. And all while keeping eye contact. 

"Mmm, you're so wet," Adora coos. 

Shit. She tries and fails to find a whimper at her hands on her and her words. 

"And this is all for me isn't it?" Holy fuck. She says it with just the right amount of possessiveness that has Catra’s eyes rolling back in her head. 

"Yes," she breathes out. "Please, fuck me." She's been worked up for a while now and needs release. If Adora could just move her hand just a little… 

"Oh, is that what you want," She just about growls into her ear. Adora partners her phrase with a twist to her nipple that makes Catra’s nails dig into the hard muscles in her back. Adora groans, pinching her nipple again. 

"How do you want me?" Adora asks. She continues to fondle her breast and her hand on her pussy squeezes like a little reminder of its presence. 

Her hips buck up into it and she decides she wants to skip right to the chase. 

"Adora, I swear to God," Catra looks straight into her eyes and bites her lip, putting on her best no nonsense expression. She needs this and Adora is stalling.

"Wanna try asking nicely, babe?" Her heart flutters at the pet name, but she won't go down that easily. 

"Not really," she says before rutting her hips down into Adora's hand. "Need your strap," she whispers. 

"Shit," Adora says. She drops her head onto Catra’s shoulder and shifts her hand from cupping her pussy, to pulling the lace off of it. Catra grins as she realizes she won . 

Adora then does the same for her bra, removing it before placing a kiss on her collarbone, and then her lips. 

"Wait for me," she smiles. She lifts off of Catra and walks over to a drawer next to her bed. 

As she sifts through it, Catra’s thighs clench in anticipation. Adora closes the drawer and turns back to her, the strap in hand. It's a dark red, about medium sized with black straps for the harness. 

"This good?" Adora asks.

Catra’s mind is currently in scrambles at the moment, so a nod will have to suffice for now. Adora grins and walks back over to the bed. She takes off her shorts and starts to step into it, never breaking eye contact with her. Catra decides to get up and sit in front of her on her knees. There's hardwood everywhere else, but there was a soft rug under the bed that stretched out a little farther.

She grabs the harness and pulls it up Adora's legs and once it's fastened, she looks up at Adora expectantly. 

Adora looks down at her, eyes dark, and strokes her cheek before stroking her hair. 

"You look so good on your knees," Adora praises. "Let me go grab the lube okay?" Even in a situation like this, she manages to stay reassuring and caring. It makes her heart pulse just as much as her lower abdomen.

Wait. Lube? Oh no, there won't be any need for that. 

Just as Adora starts to pull away, Catra smiles and grabs onto the back of her thighs, holding her in place so she could lean her head forward and brush her lips against the head of the strap.

Adora’s eyes widen and she visibly swallows, trying to gain control of herself. At this reaction, Catra kisses the head, then takes it between her lips and swirls her tongue around it. 

Adora lets out a moan. Her eyes close before opening again, but only halfway. "Catra I-" she brings it further into her mouth, never breaking the intense eye-contact, "Fuck." She shuts her eyes tightly before looking down at Catra again. "Holy shit," she breathes out. 

That was all the reassurance she needed to continue. So she did, bobbing her head back and forth, aiming to graze her head on her toned stomach each time she went down. 

"Shit, Catra," Adora's voice is strained and low making her suck faster. After a moment, she feels a hesitant hand on top of her head. Catra looks up for a second to see that Adora is waiting for her permission to guide her with her hands. Catra does her best to nod with half of the strap in her mouth and sure enough, two sure hands tangle into her soft hair. 

Adora guides her head with her hands, never pushing her, only letting her take her own pace. It seemed like the only reason why her hands were there, were for the sole purpose of grounding her. 

Soon Adora's rare groans of pleasure escalated to grunts every time Catra had the entire strap in her mouth. 

"Catra," Adora moaned, which made Catra moan. 

"You know," another moan, "For a lesbian, you're suspiciously good at this," she hears the blonde make a breathy laugh above her at her own wittiness. 

Catra hates how that was actually funny. She leans back removing the strap from her mouth (Adora rubs the back of her neck sheepishly) and rests her forehead on Adora’s thigh, chuckling at the dumbass joke. Count on Adora to make gay jokes in the middle of being sucked off. 

"Jesus fucking christ Adora," Catra huffs out in between laughs she fails to hide. "You better be real good at this to make up for that one," Catra raises both eyebrows at the blonde above her. 

That seems to bring her back to the situation at hand. Adora’s hands spasmed for a second before apparently deciding they needed to be on Catra. She reaches one out and Catra takes it, being led to her feet. 

Adora leans in and kisses her with a tenderness that makes Catra moan against her lips. She feels Adora smile and her hands travel down to her ass once again, squeezing in circles and occasionally just holding her closer. At that, the kiss turns heated again. Adora’s grip on her ass is suddenly tighter and she soon pairs the iron grip with a firm pat to one of her cheeks. 

Catra yelps in surprise. She then drags her nails down the other girl's back while biting Adora’s bottom lip in between kisses. 

She's apparently tired of waiting because she rasps out, "Lay down on your back." Her authoritative tone is strangely hot. Catra's not usually a stickler for the rules but with Adora… 

Mhm yeah, she's down bad. 

She climbs into the bed then lies down and waits for Adora to join her. 

Catra laying naked in her bed is a sight to behold. Her blue and hazel eyes are trained on her solely, and if you were to tell Adora that she'd be in this position when Catra first walked into her social justices class then she would've told you to fuck off with the lies. But now she can't imagine being here with anyone else. 

She climbs on the bed and settles between Catra’s thighs. Adora uses her forearms to keep herself up. "Is this comfortable?" she couldn't live with herself if she found out Catra didn't have the best experience possible with Adora. She doesn't see it as a competition or anything, she'd just be damned if Catra received anything less than the best. That's all she deserves. 

Her thought process seemed to be evident on her face because Catra tilts her head and brings a hand up to push Adora’s 'dumb face' as she would say. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" there's a grin coating her words and Adora giggles. 

"Nothing!" She bites Catra’s hand and the brunette finally pulls away giggling too. "You're so damn cute," she leans down and kisses her forehead and Catra answers with a cut off whimper and her face scrunched up in pleasure. 

Just from a forehead kiss? That's a bit of a strange reaction for a- wait. Adora seems to remember the presence of the strap attached to her and how it perfectly stimulates Catra’s clit at the slightest shift.

Adora grinds down again, but with a purpose. Catra whimpers at about higher pitch and pulls Adora in closer. Adora repeats the motion, rocking their bodies simultaneously. Catra releases a myriad of moans and whimpers, only motivating Adora more. Catra brushes her lips against the shell of Adora's ear and continues to moan into it. It drives Adora insane in the best way possible. 

"You sound so good," Adora groans before greedily swallowing the sounds for herself in a kiss. Catra's hand comes up to her shoulder again and Adora pulls away from the kiss, slowing her grinding down but keeping it going. 

"I need you," she moans in a docile manner. Adora’s heart races at seeing Catra like this. 

"You have me," Catra shakes her head.

"Inside, Adora." She shifts her hips down. Adora brings one hand down in between them until Catra lifts her chin "Wait," Adora pauses and Catra's cheeks are red, "be gentle?" Adora’s heart clenches at the vulnerability. She nods and presses their lips together before resting her forehead on Catra’s. 

"Of course," she kisses her again, "I'll go slow."

She stays close to Catra’s face as she reaches down to guide her strap to her entrance. When the tip presses in, Catra gasps. Adora kisses her cheek before Catra nods and she keeps pressing in. Everytime Catra lets out a sound of some sort, she plants another kiss on her face and uses her other hand to stroke her hair back from her face. 

When Adora bottoms out, she groans and rests her head on the mattress next to Catra’s face. Her hand comes back up to cradle Catra and Adora kisses her jaw in an attempt to ground her. 

"You okay?" she whispers. 

"Mmm, yeah." Adora feels relief sweeps through her. "Just really fucking horny. I swear if you don't fuck me within the next five seconds I am going to pass to away," she says as if she wasn't reduced to moans mere seconds ago. 

Adora laughs before lifting herself up to where both of her forearms are on either side of Catra’s face again. "Oh no, death by needing Adora that badly," Adora mocked in a fake high voice. 

"Adoraaa, no terrible impressions of me during sex. It's a huge turnoff," she quips with a snarky grin. 

Adora laughs before pulling her into another kiss. She draws her hips back slowly before pushing in again, taking in every moan she releases. 

They go like this for a while, Adora fucking her in slow but deep thrusts, making sure she doesn't cause Catra any discomfort. Adora revels in every gasp and every whimper, every caress of Catra's hands on Adora's back. Before she knows it, Catra is taking the strap easily, her expression only influenced by pleasure.

Catra drops her head down onto the bed and grabs Adora’s face with one hand. "Adora, fuck me," she feels Catra's other hand reach down and grab her ass,  pulling her farther into her. 

"I know you want to." She slightly smirks after saying the last part because apparently Adora is that easy to read.

One might argue that she is fucking Catra, but Adora knows what she means. She has been taking it easy on her, getting her used to the feeling of being full, not wanting to hurt her. So with her permission (and taunting ) Adora finally gives into her urges. 

"Oh, is that what you want?" She taunts, before just going for it. She pulls back out, but this time goes back in at a much faster pace, slamming her hips into Catra’s. 

"Yes. Fuck!" Catra's moans increase in pitch and volume and it only brings more pleasure to Adora. She drops her head on the mattress next to Catra’s head again, and grips the top of the mattress to get better leverage on her thrusts. 

But what she forgets is that this position puts Catra’s mouth right next to her ear, letting her hear all the sweet moans and whimpers she releases.

Adora groans at the realization and thrusts harder. "You feel so fucking good," she grunts into Catra’s hair. 

"Yeah?" Catra rasps out. She then brings her hands to Adora’s back and holds on. 

"Fuck. Yeah," Adora grunts. 

With the feeling of Catra writhing and moaning underneath her, the steady pressure the strap brings to her clit, and the buildup of the entire night, Adora is already close to climax. 

"Fuck Catra," she could barely contain her own grunts of pleasure, "I'm so-

"Close," Catra's nails dig into her back, pushing her right over the edge. 

"Catra!" She gives one last thrust into the brunette and hears Catra yell out one more Adora before her legs shake. She sort of slumps her body onto Catra, closing the small distance that was between them.

Adora gives a couple more slow and steady thrusts to finish Catra off before she hears a quiet whine of protest and stops. She lifts her face off of Catra’s collarbone and brings Catra in for a gentle and chaste kiss.

"Want me to pull out?" She asks.

Catra nods and grabs Adora’s face to kiss her again. Adora smiles into the kiss before resting their sweaty foreheads together and sliding one arm underneath Catra to hold her close. 

She starts to pull out and Catra moans again, causing Adora’s cheek to flush. She hopes the other girl didn't notice and finishes pulling out. But of course she did. 

She hears Catra giggle then suddenly she's being pulled in for a kiss and flipped over. Adora lands with a surprised gasp and now Catra is straddling Adora. She pulls back from Adora, still mere inches away from her face and asks, "Aw, are you still horny."

This brat .

"What I'm-" Adora covers her flushed face with both of her hands and sighs, "I'm not I just. My god, the way you sound," she grins up her trademark Adora grin and bites her bottom lip. Now Catra is the one blushing. 

"My god shut up," she says before kissing Adora again. Catra then travels her kisses to Adora’s jaw and then her ear. "Now you're gonna make me horny all over again," she whispers with a fake (Adora hates how she knows it's fake but still gets turned on) whimper and nip to her ear. 

Adora moans and involuntarily bucks her hips up into Catra. She wraps one arm around her waist and the other grabs Catra’s jaw and moves it to face her. 

"Catra stop." She's sort of begging at this point because she can already feel the pressure start to build up again. "You really have no idea what you sound like." Adora tries to defend herself on the topic. 

Catra just gives her a little smile and rolls her hips down against Adora’s strap, her mouth dropping to let out a filthy whimper. She doesn't try to pry away from Adora's grip on her jaw. Catra actually seems to enjoy it because she keeps rolling her hips, stuttering out a moan when the strap hits her just right. 

"Mmmm. I guess I don't, do I," Catra punctuates this by grinding down, slow and hard. 

"Fuck! Catra," Adora's hand on her jaw flies to her ass and so does the other that was rested on her waist. She helps Catra roll her hips down at a faster pace and Catra winks at her before leaning her head down and lowering her lips to her ear. 

"You feel so good Adora."

Oh. Oh that works for her. 

"You felt so good fucking me, and you feel so good right now," she rasps with a clear purpose to murder Adora. 

Adora's eyes flutter shut and she starts to moan at Catra’s words. Her voice is so goddamn sexy on its own, but her sounds of pleasure are enough to sway a nation. 

"Holy fucking shit, keep going." Adora barely manages to mutter out.

"You sound so good when you beg for me." All Adora can think about is how it should be illegal for one to hold this much power. 

"Fuck, I'm so close," She's whining now. Her grip on Catra’s waist is strong enough to leave a mark, and the pressure is building fast. Adora pulls her hips again, apparently not realizing her own strength because the high-pitched moan Catra lets out in response to it downright filthy .

Adora comes with the brunette's name on her lips, and clutching onto her for dear life. She feels Catra run her hands through her hair and rub tiny circles into her arms helping her through her high. Catra just lays on her for a while, they're breaths mingling as they pant. 

Adora gathers herself before carefully cradling Catra and shifting her off of her and onto her back. "I'll be right back, okay?" Adora needs to clean Catra up, regardless of how much she just wants to cuddle. Plus, there's a certain surprise she has for her….. hm. I guess they haven't decided what they are to each other. It stumps her before she realizes that Catra will label it when she's ready. At her parting, Catra frowns but nods her head in her direction. 

When Adora returns a couple of minutes later with a medium sized bag in hand and dressed in a white sports bra and penguin shorts, she is (strangely attracted to her attire and) very confused. 

Adora stretches a hand out towards Catra, motioning for her to follow. Catra is still very confused as to what's going on, but follows anyway. 

Catra is still naked as a giddy Adora leads her through the penthouse, her hand on her lower back guiding her to God knows where. 

Though she barely remembers much of the tour, she does recognize the door that they stop at. The movie room?

Adora sees Catra’s face scrunch up in confusion. She laughs before pushing open the door. 

"So I know you wanted to watch a movie together, and we might've switched up the order of events a bit but I still wanted to see to your wishes." To be honest, Adora's not completely sure what Catra’s reaction will be, but she definitely doesn't think it would be this .

When Adora first opens the door, she sees a bunch of blankets arranged into the shape of a tent. Walking closer, she realizes that inside the tent, there are a bunch of savory snacks (Adora seemed to remember that Catra wasn't too fond of sweets) and bottles of sprite, lined up next to a stack of the vegetarian wraps she likes from Razz's.

The tent's entrance gives a direct view of the giant projector at the front of the room so if you were to lay down in it, it would face the screen. 

LED lights line the room that she doesn't remember being here for the tour the first time she visited, and she guesses Adora must've put them up just for her. 

Arms wrapping around her torso and kisses at the back of her neck shake her out of her shock and she doesn't even notice she's crying until Adora asks her if she did anything wrong. 

Catra turns around in Adora’s arms and grabs her face with both hands. 

"Why did you do all of this?" At first it didn't occur to her why she was so emotional. But then she realizes that in all her past relationships people had only seen her as a desirable object instead of a human being. Either that or they were using her to get closer to other people, for clout.

Human decency would have sufficed, but Adora went the extra mile and all of this just came bubbling up to the surface. At this point she didn't even know how to express her gratitude. She kind of just stared at Adora for a while while hot tears ran down her face. 

"Hey, what's going on? I probably should've warned you." Adora starts to run her thumbs across her face wiping the tears away. "Jeez, I just really have a way of killing the mood don't I? Passionate sex then immediately after I make you cry," a sheepish smile crosses her face and Catra has never wanted anyone more in her life than she wants Adora right now. 

Catra doesn't know how to thank her so she just kisses her. She hugs her tight and kisses her. Adora lets out a surprised gasp then kisses back with the same tenderness she had shown earlier. 

"No it isn't you. I just- Thank you. This is so sweet," Catra said resting her head on Adora's shoulder to avoid her gaze. She's pretty embarrassed about the whole crying thing now that it's slowed down. Ugh, why do her dumb emotions have to get in the way?

"Oh ok. That's good, and of course. I'll do anything for your comfort." Adora wraps her in a hug, then pulls away to make eye contact. "Now, ready for that movie?" 

Catra gives a watery laugh and nods. After they choose a movie and get settled in, Catra digs into the food and she and Adora end up having a race to see who can eat more vegetarian wraps. Catra calls it quits on her second one, but Adora goes for a third. Then a fourth. Catra has to pry away the fifth one before Adora's competitive nature causes her to have an upset stomach for the rest of the night.

At about halfway through the movie, Adora reaches into the bag she was holding and pulls out a steamed, rolled up towel. 

She looks at Catra and holds it up in her hands. "Open your legs?" Catra immediately smirks and opens her mouth to make a snarky comment before Adora holds up her other finger, a smile on her face. 

"Nooo Catra, you know what I mean. I just don't want you to be sore tomorrow morning." she laughs. Catra laughs with her before doing what she was asking. Adora starts by placing the warm towel on her inner thighs and gently pressing down. The relief she feels in her muscles is amazing. She didn't even know she needed this, but it feels so nice. Her eyes drift shut and she lays back into the pile of blankets letting the feeling of Adora's hands on her and the low sound of The Perks of Being a Wallflower lull her to sleep. 

When Adora finishes with most parts of her body, she looks up to see that Catra already drifted off to sleep. She's cuddling one of the blankets and another is draped around her hair, almost like a crown. Adora chuckles at the absolutely adorable sight and reaches for her bag again to pull out her jersey that she washed, and a pair of running shorts that are too small for Adora. 

She gently sits up Catra, not wanting to wake her, and pulls the jersey over her head and the shorts over her legs. Whenever Catra is dressed, she lies back into the pile of blankets and drapes Catra over her chest. Catra seems to slightly wake up because she nuzzles into Adora's chest even further and places a kiss on her shoulder. 

If Adora hadn't paused the movie, she probably wouldn't have heard what Catra muttered.

"Thank you for being so perfect." 

Adora's breath catches at the way her voice sounds so genuine and sincere. Adora pulls her in tighter and kisses the top of her head. 

"That's all you," She whispers back. 

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A steady pressure on her back, sunlight from a window, and the soft breaths of a familiar voice wake Catra up the next morning. Before she can even open her eyes, she can feel the smooth texture of Adora's thin top and her arms tangled around Catra’s shoulders. Catra vaguely remembers falling asleep naked while the warmth of a fresh steamed towel pressed into her skin over and over again. So the shorts and jersey confuse her until the thought of Adora dressing her and them cuddling pushes to the front of her mind. 

Even though she’s pretty sure she thought the revelation about the blonde’s perfection, Adora responded with; 

That’s all you.

The memory makes her do a little happy wiggle and smile like an idiot. But the movement suddenly makes her aware of the thigh between her legs, the familiar feeling taking her back to last night and how well she had been fucked. She doesn’t remember feeling this sated with anyone else. 

This is just another thing that Adora is good at. Then that thought reminded her of how the word ‘good’ had been used frequently by both of them while they moaned and panted into each other’s ears and hair… 

The presence of Adora’s thigh between her legs is becoming more and more apparent, but she isn’t that drowsy and horny to the point of her doing anything without consent. She slows down her rather steamy thought process and slowly opens her eyes to see the angel of a being in a calm, and restful state. The way the sun reflects off of her warm vanilla skin does things to Catra’s heart that she’s never felt before. It’s intoxicating and frightening all at once, so Catra just lazily smiles and tucks loose strands behind Adora’s ear. 

She notices a tiny grin start to form on Adora’s face and then the strong hand at her back begins to stroke her in tiny circles. She figures she must’ve woken her up with her stirring, but she’s just so pretty. Catra places a light kiss to her temple in a futile attempt at an apology for waking her up then places another kiss to her neck. Just ‘cause she wanted to.

Adora shifts again and instead of laying on her back with Catra laid across her, she turns to face her and brings her other arm around, surrounding Catra in warmth. 

“Morning,” Catra says to the giant cuddle-bug of a jock. The sound is slightly muffled by the hug she’s crushed in, so she thinks Adora might’ve missed it until she responds. 

“Good morning baby,” she returns, the rough quality of her morning voice strangely arousing. 

Catra cuddles father into her and wraps her leg around Adora’s torso to hide the blush that starts to take over her face, and likely shoulders too. The pet names pull this weird little string in her chest, and while she would like to blame it on her extreme desire for morning sex at the moment, Catra knows that it’s that same lovey-dovey feeling she felt many times at the charm of Adora. 

It makes things so complicated, but also so exciting. She hopes for the chance that Adora might return these quickly acquired and growing feelings, but also dreads the fact that she might not reciprocate. But for now, she’s just grateful to feel the woman she admires so much against her. 

“So,” Adora’s voice cuts through her spiral, “it’s Saturday today. Got any plans?”

She sounds much more awake so Catra figures it might be fine to reveal just how horny she is. She shifts even closer into Adora and places a hand on the nape of her neck, scratching while her other hand shifts to her own stomach, resting… waiting…  

“Well, we could lay in bed and fuck all day.” She tries to be casual and conversational, but by the way Adora’s breath catches and she slightly leans back to study her expression, she realizes that her tone might’ve been a bit too suggestive. 

She feels the hands at her back tighten and Adora’s eyes meet Catra’s with a smug look. 

“Someone woke up horny. Did I not satisfy you enough last night” she chuckles, gripping at the fabric of Catra’s (technically Adora’s ) jersey. She notices Adora sneaking glances at it every couple of seconds, a blush teasing right below her eyes. It confuses Catra, mainly because it covers up any skin that could potentially fluster her, and also because why would Catra wearing a jersey be arousing. Then it hits her. 

It’s Catra wearing Adora’s jersey. 

Huh. 

The corner of Catra’s mouth slightly quirks up at the realization and her own hand on her stomach starts to tease the hem of her shirt. The jersey is slightly loose on Adora, so it’s huge on Catra, long enough to cover her legs up until mid-thigh. Adora’s eyes follow the movement of her hand and she closes her mouth to swallow. 

“Actually that’s the problem,” she lets her hand drift to her shorts after rucking up the jersey to expose her midriff. “You fucked me so good that now I want more,” she whispers. 

Her hand finally slips under and she starts to rub her clit in tight and firm circles, all while staring into quickly darkening blue eyes. 

“Catra,” she breathes out. Adora pulls the arm that was tucked underneath her out and the other that was wrapped around her to her waist. She drags her hands over her torso lightly, just feeling Catra’s skin and watching her hand shift under the pair of shorts that are also Adora’s. Catra lets out another moan and bites her bottom lip, knowing it will have an effect on the girl who’s so intently watching her every move. She’s right because Adora shuts her eyes in frustration and grabs the hem of the jersey, pulling Catra towards her. 

“Let me,” she makes a vain attempt at a full sentence and Catra decides she wants to torture her, just a little. She moves her hand faster and now she uses her other hand that was on the nape of Adora’s neck to move across her body and to her left breast, kneading and pinching at her nipple. But Adora can’t know that, because all she sees is Catra’s hands moving underneath her shorts and jersey. Adora’s legs, that are tangled into Catra’s, shift restlessly as if she’s trying to get more contact from Catra. She also nuzzles her face into the pillow below them to muffle her tiny whimpers and moans, but it’s ineffective with how close they are to each other.

The look of desperation on Adora’s face and how tightly she is clutching the thin fabric only spurs Catra on. “Adora,” she moans. The blonde responds with a whimper Catra wasn’t sure Adora was capable of making and she uses her grip on her to pull her in even closer to where she could lean down closer to Catra’s ear. 

“Please, baby,” her voice sounded so strained and small, like she was holding herself back. It only sent another spike of heat to her abdomen and now she’s teetering on the edge. 

“I’m so close,” Catra gasps out, now shifting her hips into her hand and moving the hand on her breast to Adora’s shoulder for support. She shuts her eyes tightly and feels herself getting closer and closer… But a hand on her jaw grabs her attention.

“ No ,” she straight up whines, “ Catra ,” her hand on her jaw brings Catra face to face with an extremely flushed Adora, face red and panting with her brows furrowed almost like she’s in pain. Catra had no idea that masturbating in front of her would get her this worked up, but she does store this reaction away for future occasions. 

She pulls her hands away and gives Adora a small nod along with a reassuring smile. Adora lights up like someone just told her she won the lottery and grabs onto her wrist to pull it out from her shorts and pin it under her hand onto the mattress.

Adora rolls on top of Catra and starts to trail kisses from her neck, down to her collarbone, then her chest, then stomach. Catra finally realizes where her destination is when Adora looks up at Catra with those devilishly captivating eyes and places a kiss near the waistband of her shorts. Her hot breath on her skin makes her feel even needier for an orgasm. She looks down and gives Adora a nod of confirmation. Adora grins a lust filled grin and uses her teeth to tug on the drawstrings (she had to tie them a couple of times considering how they were a bit loose on her) undoing the strings then tugging the shorts down with her hands. Catra lets her head fall back to the pillow and thinks of how criminally hot that was. 

Like, fuck. 

After Adora settles between her legs with her bottom half now naked, Catra reaches for the hem of the Jersey to take it off. A hand intercepts her hand on the journey and intertwines their fingers together, bringing it down into the mattress. 

“Keep it on for me?” She asks in between kisses to her thighs. 

Adora must know that Catra will do anything she asks when she kisses her like that because when Catra nods again she doesn’t look surprised. 

After a few more kisses to her inner thighs, Adora places a feathery kiss to her clit making Catra gasp before shutting her eyes and smiling. She already knew she was about to get the best head in her life. 

Adora does it again but this time it’s open-mouthed. Catra stutters out a whimper and uses her unoccupied hand to tangle into Adora’s hair. She scratches and kneads at her scalp in appreciation, and it just seems to further encourage Adora. Her tongue licks a long, wide stripe from her entrance to her clit before latching on and sucking gently at it. Catra’s hand goes from gently massaging to gripping Adora’s hair in a matter of seconds which causes Adora to moan. 

Keep in mind that Adora’s mouth is right on her , sending the vibrations straight through to her center. Catra’s hips arch off of the bed and into the air, but Adora brings the hand that isn’t in Catra’s to spread over her stomach with enough strength to keep her on the bed, but not enough to hurt her. Even the slightest bit of restraint has her going crazy and soon she’s panting out a series of incoherent nonsense to somehow express how amazing she feels. 

“Adora,” the blonde hums in response, her mouth clearly busy. “Fuck, Adora. You’re so good. How are you so-" she gasps, "so good.” Her hypothetical question is cut off when Adora does this thing with her tongue. 

Yeah. 

She’s not going to last much longer. 

“Coming,” she gasps out, gripping Adora’s hand and hair tightly, making Adora groan again, pushing her right off of the edge. 

Adora spends a couple more seconds cleaning her up, seemingly content at lapping up Catra’s signs of pleasure, before trailing kisses up her body until she reaches her face. She then kisses her gently and massages her hips in tiny circles with her thumbs.

“I could get used to waking up like that,” she chuckles and leans in for another kiss. “Breakfast?” Adora questions. 

“Or, I could return the favor?” All it takes is a lift of her eyebrow and a smirk and Adora is rolling Catra on top of her while sounds of laughter fill the air.

They eventually got out of bed after Adora enjoyed what feels like the best morning in the history of human existence. Seriously, she’s pretty sure she blacked out after her orgasm, and she can barely even recall what happened until she felt Catra give her soft kisses to her thighs to bring her back down. Adora reluctantly left bed to take a shower and then Catra did the same after she was done in the bathroom. While she waited for Catra to finish up, Adora made sure to call in breakfast to be ready before she walked out.

She walks out to the dining area to arrange the plates that they had brought in and sees that the kitchen was making pancakes, smoothies and bagels today. But the one thing that Adora has made a special request for is the vegetarian wraps she knows Catra is a bit obsessed with. She just hopes that Catra will like it. Adora speed-walks back to the bedroom and slightly pushes open the door to see Catra on a phone call while sitting at the edge of the bed. Catra seems to notice Adora and motions for her to sit beside her. Adora smiles and plops right next to Catra. 

“And you said you guys are heading out there today?” Catra questions. 

Adora can’t exactly hear what the other person is saying, just that their voice sounds familiar. 

"I'm actually with her right now."

She looks at Catra in confusion at the mention of her name. Catra makes eye contact with her while nodding at the other person on the phone. 

"I'm sure she'd love to come," Catra says with a smirk. 

Adora raises an incredulous eyebrow at that but Catra just smiles and shifts her attention back to the phone call.

"Alright, bye Bow."

Catra hangs up the phone and has an excited grin on her face. 

"Wanna tell me what that was about? Because it sounds like we just agreed to something I have no knowledge of," Adora says with a smirk. 

She doesn't actually mind because she knows if it was something that would make her uncomfortable then Catra would never agree to it. 

"Well," Catra starts, "Bow just called and asked if we would be down for a weekend at Glimmer's family beach. He said all we need is a change of clothes, swimsuits and," a beat, "your strap." 

All of Adora's inner functions tank and she's pretty sure she resembles a tomato. She opens and closes her mouth a few times debating how she should answer that when Catra just bursts into laughter. 

Adora smiles (despite her current gay panic) and shoves Catra's shoulder. 

"You're such an ass. He did not say that."

"Okay but I did and that makes it all the more important."

Adora rolls her eyes. "Alright, let's get your horny ass some breakfast." She stands before walking ahead of Catra. 

Apparently the brunette sees this as a perfect opportunity to jump on her back and avoid the walk there. Adora just laughs and proceeds. She doesn't think there will ever be a day when she complains about Catra on her. 

Catra ends up sitting on Adora’s lap and scrolling through her phone while eating her breakfast, enjoying the simplicity and intimacy that the two arm to share. Everything feels so easy and calm with Adora. Like she didn't have to try to be this perfect person. 

She notices Adora glance up at her a couple times but doesn't say anything. But Adora does it again and stays staring at her. Catra had to pause mid chew and finally acknowledge the look. She blushes at the pure adoration on her face and rolls her eyes despite her blazing cheeks. 

She swallows her bite and takes a sip of water. "What?"

Adora just smiles wider and presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. "You're such a cute eater." She places another kiss to her cheek and soon she's peppering a bunch of kisses all over Catra's face and neck. 

" Adora ," she admonishes. "What the fuck does that even mean." She feigns exasperation but the way she leans into the kisses and fights her smile most likely gives her away. 

"It just means you're insanely adorable," She breathes into her skin. 

"You sure I'm the one that's Adora ble." Catra just knows Adora's gotten that one a thousand times so she just chuckles to herself.

Adora chuckles and grips Catra's waist, "Mmm, that has to be your worst one yet baby." A gentle bite is delivered to Catra's jaw after and that paired with the pet name quickly revives a certain heat in her stomach. 

Before Catra and lean down and intercept the kisses a gasped " what the fuck" comes from the entrance of the kitchen.

Catra and Adora both snap their heads to see Glimmer wearing a stitch onesie and a shit-eating grin. 

"You two totally fucked," she says walking past them and grabbing a pack of oreos from the pantry. 

"Okay, what are you doing here?" Catra says, Adora blushing too hard to get any words out. 

"I live here Cat. What are you doing here?" Glimmer plops onto a nearby counter and digs into the oreos. 

Catra gives Adora a look. "You didn't think to mention your roommate before we-" Glimmer raises her eyebrow, "decided to hang out here?"

Adora rubs the back of her neck sheepishly and gives her that dopey grin. "Whoops. That must've slipped my mind." 

"Nah I get it. This place is huge as fuck and I'm mostly at Bow’s. I'd forget it too." 

Catra steps off of Adora’s lap and starts wandering the kitchen, cleaning up their now finished breakfast. She pretends she doesn't miss being on Adora’s lap but it would only lead to more teasing from the pink haired girl. 

"Oh! You guys are coming to my beach house today right? Bow was supposed to give you a call." Glimmer seemingly done with the oreos, puts them back into the pantry and pulls out eggos to toast. Catra rolls her eyes and smiles at her friend's definition of breakfast. 

"Yeah he gave Catra a call so I just need to pack up my stuff then head to Catra’s to grab Catra’s stuff and we'll be on our way." Adora finally gets up and starts pushing in the chairs and organizing the table to the specific order she first designed when she and Glimmer moved in. 

"Alright, well I'll see you guys there." She hops off the counter and goes upstairs to where Catra is guessing her room is. She must've forgotten that part of the tour with all the other… activities they were up to that night.

Adora turns to Catra. "Alright, I'll grab my stuff then we head out?"

Catra crosses the kitchen and pulls Adora into a heated kiss by the front of her shirt that has the blonde groaning. "Don't forget to bring it," she whispers against her lips and Adora just nods, breathing heavy and eyes half lidded. Catra kisses the corner of her jaw before tugging at her earlobe with her teeth. "Good girl. I'll be in the car" She says now whispering into her ear. Catra can feel Adora shiver and lets her go. She walks around her towards the door, but not without a slap to the athlete's ass. 

When they get to the beach, they already see Mermista and Glimmer sharing a jet ski and Bow and Sea Hawk sharing another. They seem to be racing each other, taunts being yelled back and forth. Perfuma lies on her back while a blushing Scorpia rubs sunscreen on her skin, and Entrapta walks up and down the shore, tablet in hand, with this guy that looks like he's in his late 20s and has blue hair. Adora has never seen him before, but she decides to bring up that topic later. 

They both already changed into their swimsuits, getting a text prior about how they were going to start at the beach, so they walk towards the beach hand I'm hand and smiling at each other. 

"Oh hey you two!" Scorpia says while helping Perfuma stand up. "We were waiting for you guys to show up before we started volleyball." 

Perfuma waves at them and adds on. "Yeah. Apparently Glimmer has these rules that say the winning team decides what we do today and the losing team decides tomorrow."

"Oh, thanks for waiting up then. What are the teams?" Adora asks. 

Right when she does the others get off the jet skis and Entrapta starts to walk over with that same dude. Everyone greets each other but soon they realize that Catra and Adora are holding hands and Entrapta is the one to break the question.

"So are you two a thing?" The question was blunt and direct, making Adora flush down to her chest. Catra just laughs and answers for her.

"We're just seeing how this goes for now. No labels." Once again Adora is in awe of the girl she is holding hands with. Her ability to stay calm in any situation is almost frightening. 

"Yeah, um right." Everyone is kind of just staring at them with knowing smiles and glances between each other so Adora breaks the silence with a cough and high pitched voice. "So! The teams?"

Glimmer pipes up and claps her hands together. "Oh! Right. I made captains and they'll choose their teammates until there is no one left." 

"Let me guess, you're one of the captains?" Mermista asked with her usual nonchalance. 

"Of course," she answered instantly. Everybody groans but Adora doesn't miss the way Bow just smiles warmly at her. 

"Don't worry, I decided to switch things up and make Hordak the other team captain instead of Bow." 

"Who?" Catra and Adora ask at the same time.

"Oh that's me," says with a timid and extremely British voice from next to Entrapta. "I came with Entrapta."

"Well nice to meet you." Adora says with a grin. 

"Wait, how do you two know each other?" Catra asks, apparently trying to debunk the new addition to the group. 

"We're lab partners" and "We're dating" come from the two at the same time. The first response coming from Entrapta and the latter from Hordak. The group stares at them incredulously until Entrapa looks at him with a blush before saying, "I guess we're that too." 

Hordak gives her a small smile and she returns it before walking over to where they all set up chairs and coolers to put her tablet away and grab a volleyball. 

"Alright, we'll do rock paper scissors to see who gets first pick," Glimmer says.

They end up playing best 2 out of 3 because Glimmer loses the first one, but Hordak still ends up winning on the tie-breaker. Glimmer tries to hide her annoyance at her loss, but she couldn't if she tried. Adora and Catra show a knowing look and chuckle to each other about it. 

Hordak ends up choosing Entrapta first because of course, then Glimmer chooses Bow because no shit. After that the picking seems to be more based on playing skill rather than loyalty to the person they're dating. The 5v5 ends up being Glimmer, Bow, Mermista, Adora, and Scorpia versus Hordak, Entrapa, Catra, Perfuma, and Sea Hawk.

They end up playing 3 sets like in a normal game, but both teams get really close each time. The first set Glimmer’s team wins, which makes them a bit too cocky causing them to lose the next set. And at the last set, Hordak's team takes the victory and they conclude their extremely intense and competitive game of volleyball. 

Almost everyone was tired so they decided to lounge back where they put their stuff. They passed out drinks and Mermista and Glimmer were talking about people that walked by while Entrapta, Scorpia, and Perfuma talked about Astrology. Bow, Sea Hawk, and Hordak went to go see if there were any turtles near the shore and Catra cuddled up to Adora all smug about her team beating Adora’s.

"You know," and Adora already feels her face heating up at the tone of her voice and finger tracing patterns in her abs, "I think we should use the bet that Glimmer made and take it up a notch."

Her voice is so suggestive that Adora gulps and clears her throat. "What, um, what do you have in mind," she whispers. They aren't talking about anything inappropriate in particular, but the way Catra hums in response is enough to make it seem that they are. 

Catra leans up and moves from resting her head next to Adora’s chest on the long lounge couch to laying her yeah on her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist. Catra nuzzles her nose into Adora's temple before whispering into her ear.

"Maybe we take the decision making into the bedroom?" Adora's eyes flutter shut and she is suddenly aware of how wet her bikini shorts are. She hears herself let out a quiet groan that encourages Catra to continue.

"You would like that wouldn't you? To let me take good care of you. Let go for me." The last part takes Adora’s breath away. Now Catra has propped herself up and is looking down at her for explicit consent. Adora just looks up at her, her brows furrowed and her eyes just a little desperate. Adora knows that the look she's giving Catra is filthy, and she knows that it has no place outdoors, but she can't help it. Especially not when Catra makes her voice sound so. 

Ugh.

So fucking hot.

"Yes," she just barely manages to squeak. Catra smiles in a validating way and kisses her on the cheek before putting Adora's face twice. 

"Good."

Catra stands up and pulls her shades on, walking towards Mermista and Glimmer as if she didn't just ruin Adora. 

Damn .

Today is going to be interesting. 

Hordak's team decides to go for ice cream first so they take two cars to get to this spot that Bow and Glimmer always used to go to. Catra decides to mess with Adora a little on the way there by slowly moving her hand up and down the inside of her thigh, feeling the shiver that it draws from Adora. 

Glimmer is driving the car that Catra, Adora, Perfuma, and Bow are in, which means shitty - to Catra at least - pop songs are blasting through the radio and they have at least one near death experience at every turn. 

The reckless driving gives Catra enough of an excuse to keep her arm wrapped around Adora's biceps and her side pressed into her. Adora has done a pretty decent job of surviving Catra’s teasing, but she decides that she wants to press just a little further. 

As a conversation about an upcoming junior party between the other three in the car start, Catra draws her hand up farther this time and leans her head on Adora's arm. Adora’s breath catches and it just spurs Catra on even more. She turns her head and starts placing chaste kisses to her shoulder, nipping at times. Luckily, Perfuma seems to occupied with her phone and the conversation to worry about what's happening beside her and Glimmer and Bow are in the front and can't see anyways. 

Catra's nails slightly dig into the toned and muscled thigh and she can tell Adora holds back a whimper. Catra puts a little more tongue into her kisses - still being mindful of their company - simply because she loves the effect that she has on Adora. 

Adora shuts her eyes tight and whispers to her. 

" Catra ."

She looks up at her just knowing she has a smug smirk on her face because it seems to cause Adora to blush even more. 

"Yes, Adora?" She feigns innocence just to mess with the blonde a little more. 

Instead of saying anything, Adora flashes her an exasperated look and casts her eyes down before looking up again. Catra decides to relent a little, moving her hand to the more respectable place on Adora’s knee before leaning in. 

"Sorry babe, I'll stop." Catra says. 

Adora gives her a thankful cheeky grin while grabbing the hand that was committing the action and pulling it into a soft and tender kiss. 

"Just to be safe," Adora says to justify. 

Catra giggles and they fall into conversation with the rest of the car.

When they get to the ice cream shop, Catra’s team chooses the booth that they sit at and they all order they're own cones and cups and sundaes. Sea Hawk hears about this ice cream challenge that requires him to finish a 10 pound, 22 scoop menace by the time the 40 minute timer runs out. 

"Ok if you do that and end up puking in my car, there'll be hell to pay," says Mermista. 

Sea Hawk opens his mouth to argue but Merista immediately follows up with-

"Remember last time?" Then his face heats up and he slides down into his chair like a toddler that just got told no. 

Though Adora understands Mermista's choice, she does feel bad for Sea Hawk, so she waves down the guy who was talking to Sea Hawk and asks him a question. 

"Can more than one person participate?"

The guy immediately smiles and nods.

"Sure can! You can also choose the flavor if that would make it more enjoyable," he explains enthusiastically. 

"Oo! We should totally do strawberry ice cream," says Adora. 

Sea Hawk lights up and asks if they can also have cookies and cream and Mermista seems to relent when she sees how happy Sea Hawk is. 

But while the guy goes to prepare it, Catra places a hand on her wrist. 

"Babe, this is kind of insane. Are you sure you'll be okay for… later?" 

Adora smiles at the implication and also when she hears the genuine concern in her question.

But there’s- okay there's this thing she's doing that's new. Like a coddling, condescending tone that (really shouldn't but does ) makes her feel hot all over.

Adora looks away from her eyes and coughs into her hand. The ice cream might be exactly what she needs right now.

"I'll be fine. It'll mean a lot to Sea Hawk, and you know how much I eat." Adora laughs. 

Catra smirks. "And how good you are at it."

Mermista groans and Bow tries to hide his blush. 

"You two suck, like seriously," says Glimmer with no malice. 

Adora and Sea Hawk end up sitting at a table right next to them with a stop watch for if they finish early, two large spoons and the huge strawberry-cookies and cream monstrosity. 

The timer starts and the two daredevils dig in. 

They end up finishing, and in 24 minutes and 30 seconds beating the 2 person record of 33 minutes and 47 seconds. They get a small trophy, take a picture with it and they sign their names on the base of it. When they get back to the table, they all whoop and holler to congratulate the duo. Mermista blushes like an idiot when Sea Hawk said he did it for her, but Catra 100% guarantees that if she were to tell Mermista she saw her grab Sea Hawk's hand under the table and give him a lingering kiss to his cheek that she would play the game of denial. 

Catra doesn't mind showing Adora her appreciation though. She stands up and scatters her face in kisses before pulling her slightly down into a hug. 

"You did so good, baby," She says into her chest. 

"Pffft that was nothing. If we come back, I'll probably do the 15 pound alone," Adora jokes.

Catra snorts and hits her chest. "Wow, so humble." But she pauses and really regards her. Yes, while Adora will eat virtually anything that is offered, she knows that she doesn't really enjoy ice cream as much as other desserts or foods in general. She knows she did it for Sea Hawk and it might be silly but it reminds her of how selfless Adora is and how much she does for other people. Adora must see the emotion swell up in her face because Adora gives her that smile. The one that she can't really describe as anything else other than the fact that her eyebrows draw in to each other and it makes Catra's heart feel like exploding. 

Catra clears her throat because a certain phrase pops into her head and she shoves it wayyyy back. Not here. Not now. Not when things are so good. She wouldn't put Adora in that position and other people have never felt that way about her so why would they now? Catra knows the answer to that question. Because Adora isn't other people. 

A soothing hand pulls her out of her spiral. 

"Hey. You okay?" She notices that they aren't in front of where everyone else is right now. Adora must've pulled them away once she saw Catra start to get emotional. She distantly notes that everyone else is outside and out of earshot.

God.

She's  good.

Too good for her.

"I uh," she lets out a slow breath and reels it all in. "I'm fine."

Adora raises an eyebrow.

"I promise." Catra immediately feels guilty about lying to her. But the truth would be a lot more painful if she were to let Adora into whatever the fuck is going on in her heart. 

Catra pulls her in for a kiss and does the thing with her tongue that Adora likes. Adora seems to forget about the whole thing and pulls her closer. 

Good .

She knows she's capable of giving herself to Adora physically. That's what people have always said she was good at. And all she wants is to be good for Adora. Adora pulls away with a smile and grabs her hand to lead her to the car where everyone is waiting.

Something is bothering Catra. She could tell after she finished the ice cream, and when she brushed herself off, and in the kiss. Adora definitely enjoyed that kiss, but she also wants to make sure that Catra is okay. 

But she won't push. That's never fun for anyone on the receiving end, so she just helps in every way that she can. She asks Glimmer to play Catra’s favorite champeta song on the way to house, then helps Catra set up her side of the room they're sharing - before meticulously setting up her own side to almost perfectly match her room at home - and finally after getting changed into lounge wear she carries Catra on her back all the way to Entrapta and Hordak's room. 

Apparently the two have a wicked projector set-up that they were working on for a class they take together and they decided to finish it up and show it to everyone. It reminds Adora of a project her and Catra need to finish, but she'd rather forget about it for now.

"Adora, you know I can walk by myself," Catra reprimands from behind her. 

"I know you can. But you shouldn't have to." Of course Adora is only teasing but it's fun to spoil her- oh. The thought catches her off guard again. But she doesn't want to pressure Catra in any way so she just brushes the thought away. 

"I shouldn't have to huh?" Catra laughs to herself. "But don't forget," Catra starts to place slow, open-mouthed kisses to the corner of her jaw and spot behind her ear. "I'm the one in charge tonight." Catra scratches the back of Adora's neck with her long nails and Adora feels a wave of pleasure wash through her. 

"How could I," Adora just barely manages to mutter out. 

She finally gets to Entrapa and Hordak's room and Adora is thankful because her legs were about to give out. From the strain and Catra’s teasing. 

They walk in and find everyone already there chatting and tossing snacks and drinks around. 

"There you two are! We were thinking of playing a few games while a movie plays in the background. Entrapta suggested it in case the projector messes up, so we won't be too invested and are left with nothing to do." Bow explains while guiding them to where everyone is. 

Adora picks up a couple of snacks then joins Catra on the couch while handing her a sprite. Catra smiles and immediately cuddles into her. 

"How do you guys feel about Lady Bird?" Perfuma asks, scrolling through this movie sight. 

Everyone more or less agrees considering most people have watched it and they won't be paying much attention to it anyways. 

Perfuma sets the remote down, turns off the light, and sits next to Scorpia. 

"Oh wait! Hordak and I have been working on this too," Entrapa exclaims and raves up to grab this tiny black remote.

She clicks a button and a colorful array of dim but exuberant and fading lights come on. 

"Holy shit dude," Mermista praises and oohs and ahhs echo throughout the room. 

"I guess having nerd friends pays off," Catra quips nonchalantly. 

"Hey wait, aren't you a nerd too? Your grades are unreasonably high and don't think I forgot about you in high school," Glimmer shoots back. 

Catra launches a pillow at the pink-haired girl and laughs her signature squeaky, adorable laugh. 

"You're not supposed to talk about that! Or I'll have to tell them about your twenty one pilots phase in middle-"

"Okay! Moving on." Glimmer glares a shut up glare at Catra to which the latter throws back a menacing wink. 

Adora and Bow share looks at the exchange and Scorpia and Perfuma stifle laughs. 

"What game did you guys wanna play first?" Scorpia asks. 

"Truth or dare?" Sea Hawk suggests. 

"I feel like we're always playing that," Bow says. Adora can't help but agree.

"Alright, what about Paranoia?" Perfuma innocently suggests.

"NO," they say in unison. 

"Do you want to end every single relationship in this group?" Glimmer laughs. 

"Fair," Perfuma nods. 

"Okay, how about we just go around and say a confession or secret. We can flip a coin. Heads means it's a deep one, tails nothing too serious but still enough to qualify as a confession." Adora suggests. 

Everyone nods along and there are a few murmurs of agreement. 

"Alright, perfect! Anyone have a coin?"

A couple people check their pockets and Scorpia finds a quarter. They agree to go counterclockwise starting with Adora since she suggested the game. 

"Here I go," she says before flipping the coin. Adora secretly prays for tails while it's midair. When she looks at her palm she sees just that. 

Thank goodness .

"Tails." Adora smirks. 

Adora hears a lucky bastard from Mermista and Catra laughs. 

"Okay so, I remember once in middle school, I was messing around with a baseball when I was at my cousin's house with Adam. And since we didn't have a bat, I ended up using a skateboard instead." 

A couple of snorts go around the room and Bow says something about board abuse. 

"It's obviously much harder to control and aim, so you can guess what that lead to."

"A broken window?" Scorpia guesses

“A broken window,” Adora confirms. “Ms.Penelope’s to be exact.”

A couple of people wince, and some people - Catra - laugh. 

“But that’s not even the worst part. I remember running into the house before Adam could and told my mom and dad that he did it. By the time Adam came in, Ms.Penelope was already inside and confirmed that a little blonde boy did it. But that was only because of the way I dressed back then.” Adora finished a little sheepishly, and by that time the room was filled with laughter. 

“Poor Adam,” Scorpia says, seemingly feeling bad for him. 

“Ah he was fine. My parents just made him mow lawns until he could afford to pay Ms.Penelope back for the damage.” Adora explained. Though her parents weren't perfect, she is grateful for their definition of discipline being just that and not abuse. She can't ever remember being sat in isolation or yelled at or beaten for doing something wrong. It's something that she praises her parents for.

“Wow, Adora goody-two shoes Greyskull was a little demon-child,” Catra teases. 

“And it looked like being a little gay baby worked out for you back then too,” Glimmer adds on. The two girls laugh and high-five. Even though they're bonding at her expense, she can’t help but laugh with them. 

“Alright, alright. Who’s next?”

“Ugh, I am.” Mermista drawls. 

Adora passed her the coin and she lands a tails too. She tells the story of how she and Sea Hawk met, which consists of a lunch break at McDonald's, chasing a stray dog for Sea Hawk's phone, and her bailing him out of jail. 

“You’re an ex convict!?” Bow squeaks. 

He looks mortified.

Sea Hawk just shrugs and he and Mermista share a knowing look. 

They go through the circle and surprisingly everyone lands a tails. That is until Hordak's eyes widen and he tells the group he got heads. 

"I guess I'll make a confession," he says a bit nervously. Adora sees Entrapta hand him a silver ring that he ends up putting on his index finger and rubbing with his thumb. 

"Uh so," he clears his throat. "I guess I've always struggled with self-worth problems. Mostly because of my family." He coughs then swallows. "Or how they treat me compared to my brother." 

"I didn't know you had a brother?" Perfuma asks gently. 

He perks up and pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Most people don't. We're not that close, and though we look alike we're vastly different."

Hordak pulls up Instagram then passes his phone to perfuma to be passed around the circle.

"Wow. You didn't say your brother was Prime . I actually follow him, he's pretty hot." Sea Hawk says with a blush on his cheeks. Mermista only nods her agreement.

Adora is a bit confused until the phone comes around to her. 

Fuck. He is hot. And Adora doesn't think she's ever thought that about a man before. 

He has long hair pulled into a man bun in the picture and has tawny skin and is well-built. He's holding up a skateboard over his head and flashing the camera a million-dollar smile.. Adora notices that it isn't attraction she's experiencing, but very much gender envy and a deep appreciation for an athletic body. She can't say the same for Bow and Sea Hawk though.

Hordak rolls his eyes and speaks up again. 

"Yeah, I know. Everyone has always said so." 

"He's also an Olympic skateboarder," Bow pipes up. 

"Yep." He mutters.

Catra, as observant as always, must notice how off-put he is so she chimes in. 

"So what are things like between you and your brother?"

Hordak sighs and puts his phone back in his pocket after everyone has their fair share of eye-candy. 

"Pretty much non-existent now. Which sucks because we were always so close growing up. Him only being 2 years older, we would do everything together. He would drive me to my robotics club, I would go to his basketball games, and we would sit in his car and talk about everything and nothing. But our parents and relatives had always taken a liking to him and his ability to express masculinity. It drove us apart. We haven't really talked since he left to train at Camp Woodward."

"What confused me was when I came out as bisexual and they basically disregarded it saying it was a phase and that I just wanted attention after being in Prime's shadow. And yet as soon as Prime cane out a couple years later as pansexual, they fully supported him and welcomed him in open arms. They were always telling me to be more like him. Asking why I was always caught up with a piece of tech in my hand rather than a football. They told me he was better. He was what I should be."

"That's so fucked," Catra whispers, like Hordak is fragile and the slightest noise would bring him to tears. It seems pretty likely.

"Yeah. But I figured it to be true. He's more built, he's the one that plays sports and skateboards and models. I'm the one who stays in my room and makes shitty electronics," he sighs and lies back on the bean bag he and Entrapta are occupying. 

"I mean your shitty electronics got you into the top ivy league in the nation," Glimmer says.

"Hey! You made this crazy movie set-up," Scorpia chimes in. 

A smile slowly grew on his face. 

"Also I unfollowed him. No one treats my friend like that and deserves a follow from me," Bow says before sending Hordak his signature smile.

"Same here," Sea Hawk says.

"Plus you've been a sufficient lab and life partner," Entrapta adds. "And you, you make me happy." She blushes but leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Hordak's eyes widen and something tells Adora that Entrapta's never done that before.

"Um, thank you. I didn't mean to bring the mood down." Hordak chuckles with a self-deprecating smile then leans back into Entrapta's cuddle. She wraps her arms around his neck and uses one hand to pet his blue hair back.

"Dude, don't even worry about it. The mood was pretty low as soon as I talked about my rebellious middle school incident." Adora attempts to lighten the mood and reassure him, and her comment does just that. 

They eventually settle back into games and they play music when the movie ends to fill in the empty sound. Scorpia and Perfuma are the first ones to leave, saying they were going out for some weed. Sea Hawk joins them but the rest stay and hang out. Entrapta and Hordak are on their bed working on this little robot they named Emily. When it lights up and does a trick, they cheer and Hordak gives her a kiss on the cheek that has Entrapta blushing. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Bow and Mermista end up having a conversation about which dojacat song is the best. And while Adora is pretty invested, Catra sneaks her hand up Adora's hoodie reminding her of the promise Catra had for her. She tries to stay calm and collected, but in reality she wants to be dragged back to their room and fucked until the morning.

Catra scratches down Adora’s abs (she seems to love doing that) while keeping a conversational tone with Mermista siding with Glimmer that says Woman is her best song .

"Okay I'm not going to waste my time arguing. Say so is extremely overrated," Glimmer chimes in.

"Thank you!" Catra exclaims, still not realizing what she's doing to Adora. 

"You have to admit. Famous songs are famous for a reason." Bow says it so factually and with confidence that Mermista has a look of pride in her face.

It's about midnight when people start to turn in the night. Bow and Glimmer leave to go for a drive and Mermista goes to join Sea Hawk, Perfuma, and Scorpia out into the backyard/pool area. 

"Hey, I think we're gonna turn in for the night," Catra calls out to Hordak and Entrapta. 

"Oh yeah! Um thank you, see you tomorrow," Hordak calls out timidly. 

Adora shares a glance with Catra that says we need to protect him at all costs. 

They wave and Entrapta and Hordak wave back with smiles on their faces. 

Adora and Catra walk back hand in hand with a sort of tension in the air. Everytime she looks at Catra, there's a glint in her eye, a turn of her lips, a flush on her cheeks. It only builds Adora’s anticipation even more. 

When they finally get into their room, Adora barely has time to close and lock the door before Catra is on her, kissing her with a fiery fury and grabbing her by her hoodie collar towards the bed. Adora follows her blindly. 

She always will.

Catra has been waiting for this since she made the proposal really. She's wanted to give back to Adora and she also has a feeling Adora wanted to give her control for tonight too. Said blonde is laid out beneath her, both of their clothes on a pile next to the bed leaving them in bras and underwear. 

Catra still leads the kiss only pulling away to ask a very important question. 

"I want to have you wait for my permission to come tonight," she rasps into Adora's mouth while rolling her hips down. "Is that okay, baby?" 

Adora's hips buck up and a desperate whine escapes her mouth. Catra already knows she's going to enjoy this.

" Yes ," Adora breathes out. "Yes Catra, whatever you want." 

Catra hums a hum of approval then leans back a little. And of course

"But I'm going to get off first." Adora’s head falls back onto the pillow and she stares at Catra through those gorgeous long eyelashes. 

"Okay," she whispers. 

Catra sits up into a straddle over Adora and flips all her hair onto one side of her neck. She runs a hand through her hair and slowly drags the other hand down her torso. Adora has been carefully tracking all of her movements with a reverence and hunger that sends a spark of arousal through Catra.

"You're so beautiful, Catra." 

In all honesty she is a bit caught off by the compliment, but it makes her smile and sway forward to give Adora a chaste kiss. 

"Thank you." She smirks. "You know, you're not so bad yourself. Adora giggles in such an endearing way that Catra can't help but kiss her again. And again. 

Ok, so Catra just decides to stay laying against Adora because the contact is nice and honestly with all that's happened today she doesn't think she wants to be apart from her. Even if it's just by a little. 

The kiss turns heated again and soon Catra is resting her forehead against Adora’s and trailing one hand down.

When she comes in contact with her clit she exhales heavily. Adora reaches up to kiss her again and starts to run her hands up and down Catra’s thighs. A trail of heat follows where her hands were and soon she is moaning into Adora's mouth. 

Adora’s hands shift to her ass and start pressing and squeezing circles. Catra whimpers loudly before reaching back to pull the blonde's hands away. 

Catra pulls back from the kiss and drops her head onto Adora’s shoulder. 

"No touching," she whines. 

" Fuck ," Adora groans. 

Catra's hand speeds up and she doesn't think she's ever been so worked up in her life. 

" Adora ." 

The jock basically growls before grabbing the back of Catra’s head by her hair and pulling her into a searing kiss. 

Catra whimpers against her mouth and Adora uses her unoccupied hand to trail back down to her ass and squeeze again. 

"That's so fucking hot Catra," Adora says against her lips before biting on the bottom one and pulling it back.  

Catra moans, high and whiny before coming onto her hand and Adora’s stomach. The aftershocks roll through with an intensity that leaves her gasping for breath and laying on Adora’s. Adora strokes her hand through Catra’s hair while the aftershocks roll through her. 

A soft chuckle bubbles from Adora’s throat and Catra feels it from her chest. 

"What?" Catra whispers softly. 

"I may have broken your no touching rule?" 

Catra finally sits up and catches Adora with a sheepish grin on her face. 

"Yeah you did, didn't you?" Catra places her hands on the jock's shoulders and massages them gently. Adora nods with a blush gracing her cheeks. 

"You know I have to punish you for that." Catra drops a kiss to her hairline then moves to her che eks. "Right, baby?"

Catra can feel Adora shiver so she continues her travel to her chest then boobs. 

"Mmm, you're already doing so good for me." She slowly grabs Adora’s boobs, fondling them with a bit more pressure than she would use on herself. She's more sensitive than Adora, so she'll admit that this is more of an indulgence for her than foreplay for the blonde.

But what can she say?

Adora has nice boobs.

She lets out a keening whine and grabs onto Catra’s arm for support, throwing her head back into the mattress. 

"Catra," she says. "More."

Catra leans down and takes one hardened nipple into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it before sucking. Adora moans and her legs shift. Catra then switches to the other side and uses her hand to keep stimulating the last nipple. 

" Please ," Adora says, pushing Catra’s shoulders down so she can make her way to where Adora apparently needs her. 

"So impatient ," Catra teases, but makes her way down her torso anyways. 

Adora lets out a relieved sigh when she sees where Catra is heading and drops her head back onto the pillow. Adora has been talking about her tongue since this morning so she figures tonight would be the perfect occasion to bring it up again. 

Catra places a soft kiss on both sides of her hips, then either side of the thighs while dragging her nails up and down Adora’s thigh. Adora groans and moans her name again. 

Catra acknowledges that technically she's given Adora an entire day of foreplay, so she doesn't waste any more time lacking into the jock above her. 

" Holy fucking shit ," gasps Adora. Catra can't help but giggle into her. 

It's nice to know that she has this type of effect on Adora. 

She keeps going trying her best to roll her tongue and find the sweet spots that she had discovered this morning. Apparently she finds them all because Adora is shifting restlessly and grabbing onto her hair.

"I'm close," Adora gasps out. Catra would be surprised at how it didn't take much to get Adora here, but honestly Catra is pretty close herself. 

"Not yet," she whispers into the blonde's heat. Adora whines again but nods.

Catra can see her clutching onto the bed sheets so hard that her knuckles are white.

(Well, whiter than usual .)

Catra continues on for a while, Adora moaning expletives under her breath and legs shifting restlessly. Catra pulls out another one of her tricks and hums while she sucks Adora’s clit into her mouth. Adora nearly yells.

"Fuck I-" Adora moans again, "I can't. I'm so close." 

"Ask nicely ," Catra murmurs. 

"Please Catra, I'm so close baby." 

Adora must've known that Catra would relent at the pet name because that's exactly what she does. 

" Come for me ." 

Adora tenses up and arches her back off the mattress, a loud cry of 'Catra' leaving her mouth. 

She immediately abandons Adora’s center and places soft kisses on her thighs, not wanting to overwhelme her and wanting to see her through her aftershocks. 

"That was so good Adora. You did so good for me," Catra says in between kisses. 

Adora whines and pulls Catra up so they can share a lazy slow kiss. 

"I lo-" Adora seems to cut herself by clearing her throat and shifting up sit up against the headboard. Catra ends up sitting on her lap and pulling the covers up over them. "I uh, I liked that a lot." 

Catra guesses that she's pretty out of it from the orgasm so she doesn't pay much mind to her slip-up. 

"Me too. Who knew you were a screamer?" She flashes Adora a teasing smile and pokes her in the stomach. 

Adora rolls her eyes and pulls Catra’s head down to ruffle her hair. 

" Adora ," she admonishes between giggles. Adora finally relents but Catra still pouts at her to inspire some guilt. Apparently it doesn't work because Adora just laughs at her again while tugging her closer. Catra reaches both hands up and starts massaging Adora’s scalp and leaning her head on it. Adora’s hair has always been so soft and smooth, so Catra’s wanted to do this for a while now. 

"Thank you for trusting me," Catra whispers into her hair.

"Of course." Adora kisses her chest. "Thank you for the mind-blowing orgasm." 

Catra just laughs before reaching over to shut off their bedside lamp. 

"You're welcome." 

As the two both drift off to sleep, the same three words are running through Catra’s mind with reckless abandon. But she won't ruin the good thing she already has by asking for more. She's seen what happens when she does that. She's felt it. And she'll do everything that she can so it never happens again.

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Adora woke up to sounds of low chatter from the pool area and Catra tucked under her chin. Adora hums softly and pulls Catra in tighter. Adora will never get tired of having Catra in her arms. And as each day goes by, she realizes with a nagging epiphany that she’s becoming heavily dependent on her. Needing to see her smile, or hear her laugh. Needing to smell the calming feminine scent that Adora just classifies as Catra. As Adora pulls her closer, she realizes that she’s naked, then remembers the day they had yesterday. She flushes just thinking about Catra taking the lead. The way her voice sounded, and how perfect she touched her. But while Adora loves being taken care of by her, she can’t help but think about how today the team that lost the volleyball game gets to choose what they do today. It gives her… an idea.

Catra slowly starts to stir, and Adora takes that as her cue to finally start placing soft kisses on the back of her neck. Catra makes one of the gentle sounds she usually does when she first wakes up and pushes back into Adora. She seems to suddenly become aware of their nakedness too because she lets out a short gasp when she feels the lower parts of their body touch. Adora shuts her eyes tightly to restrain herself. Catra has a great ass and it’s pretty hard to ignore it in this situation. But she breathes slowly and continues to trail kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders. 

“G’morning baby,” Catra mumbles while leaning into Adora’s touch.

Adora moves her hands to Catra’s waist in a sort of possessive manner over the sweetness of her morning voice. 

“Good morning pretty girl,” Adora kisses into her hair. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” she says. “I always sleep well with you.” Catra sounds a little more awake now.

Adora lights up and kisses her right below her ear. “I do too.”

“Of course you do. It’s me we’re talking about,” she jokes. Adora can hear the smirk in her voice. That’s how she knows she’s fully awake. 

Adora laughs and grips her hips to pull them back a little to get Catra's attention. It seems to work based on the delighted and questioning gasp that slips through her lips. Adora exhales. 

“Yeah, you are pretty great,” she starts. She slowly trails her hand up and down Catra’s side while she continues. “You’re great at a lot of things.”

Adora continues to trail her hand until it’s right below the swell of Catra’s breast. She loves the way she leans into her touch. “And you took such good care of me last night.” Catra just barely moans as Adora takes one nipple between her fingers and lightly squeezes until it starts to harden. “I thought I should return the favor, you know?” Adora twists on the last part, mostly for her own pleasure, and Catra seems to be extra sensitive this morning because she presses her thighs together and brings her hand to cover Adora’s as a tiny groan escapes her mouth. 

“Mhm,” she mutters. Catra rocks back into Adora again and now it’s Adora who’s groaning at the pressure from Catra’s full ass. She starts to feel the familiar heat pool at the bottom of her stomach and just needs to be closer to her.

Adora pulls Catra to her chest and palms at both of her breasts, reveling in the slight rocks of Catra’s hips. Adora twists her other nipple for equal treatment and trails her other hand to find a very wet Catra. 

“Fuck,” Catra whines. 

Adora bites her earlobe and drags 2 fingers through her, only a little rougher than she usually would, spurred by the excitement of the day that awaits them.

Catra pushes into her again and this time Adora can’t help but grind back into her. 

Holy shit. Adora shuts her eyes when she can’t suppress the groan that tears out of her mouth. 

Catra moans after hearing her. “You like that don’t you?” 

“Mhm,” she groans. Catra pushes back coyly in that teasing way that she does. 

Adora can’t get enough. 

She moves her fingers, playing with her lips and at her entrance, loving the way it makes Catra’s face scrunch up in pleasure. A part of her wishes they were facing each other so she could really see her, but she gets more access to Catra this way. She wraps one arm around her torso and continues her movements on Catra’s center. Adora breathes in the smell of her hair on the back of her neck and places hot kisses as she moves across to the corner of Catra’s jaw.

Catra’s moans bring her back to the moment and she feels her fingers grow wetter as a sign of Catra’s arousal. 

There’s nothing that affects her more than Catra’s voice whenever they fuck, and the wetness on her hand is a reminder that she should finally get to pleasing Catra. Adora groans before pushing two fingers into her. Catra moans loudly and grabs onto Adora’s wrist. Adora’s eyes widen and she’s a little nervous that she was too eager and that Catra wasn’t ready for two. 

“Fuck, baby. Are you okay?” she asks. Adora starts to pull her hand out but Catra stops her. 

“Yes. Just-” Catra grinds into her hand and whimpers, “-don’t stop.” Adora nods and kisses her cheek. Adora pulls out before thrusting her fingers again. She pairs this with a pinch to her nipple and it leaves Catra gasping for air. 

“Baby,” Catra whines. Adora can’t help but grind into her perfect ass again, and she honestly might come just from this. 

“Yeah?” Adora grunts out, starting to feel her own breath quicken.

“I-,” Catra lets out a broken moan. “I’m so close.”

“Not yet baby,” Adora breathes into her ear. “You think you can hold out for me?” 

Catra just moans again. There’s a few seconds of silence before Catra whispers out “I don’t know.” Adora takes her hand away from her nipple and pushes her fingers in all the way to hold them there. She starts to slowly circle Catra’s clit, keeping her other hand still and as deep as she can manage.

“Do you want to try for me, baby?” Adora knows to be sweeter with Catra during things like this, though they’ve never really tried this before. She knows how much she loves the praise and she loves giving it to her. So she circles her gently while kissing her jaw.

Cata’s hand on Adora tightens before reaching out to grip onto the pillow and bedsheets beside her. “Yes.” And with that she feels Catra fall back into her and the bed beneath her, sort of letting go of control.

Adora places a kiss on her cheek and pulls her fingers out slowly before pushing in again. 

Catra takes a few breaths before muttering out, “I wanna be good for you.” 

“Fuck, Catra.” Adora grinds into her. “You are baby,” she does it again. “You always are.”

Catra starts to squirm again and Adora can feel her tightening around her fingers with each thrust. Her moans sound closer to whines now, and they’re breathier. She’s close. 

“Do you need to come?” Adora asks her quietly though she already knows the answer. 

Catra nods vehemently and her inner walls flutter around Adora’s fingers. 

“Please,” Catra asks. Adora is gone. 

With a final thrust into Catra with her fingers and hips, and circle around her clit, they come together. 

They lay in bed for about another hour to recover from their intense shared orgasm before joining everyone else in the breakfast hall. They probably would’ve stayed longer if Adora’s stomach didn’t growl demandingly, making Catra tease her relentlessly. When they get there, Hordak and Sea Hawk are laughing at a video they’re watching, sharing wired earbuds, while Mermista is sitting on a couch with Scorpia and Perfuma, and Glimmer and Bow eat at the table. Catra heads over to the table while Adora goes over to see what Sea Hawk and Hordak are up to. 

“Woahh, you’re glowing babes,” Glimmer says to Catra who can’t quite shake the smile off her face. 

“You are. You guys seem good for each other,” adds Bow. 

Catra’s smile seems to somehow get bigger. Adora is not only really good at fucking her, but she treats her with a gentleness she hasn’t gotten anywhere else. It’s refreshing. And humanizing.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Catra says dreamily.

Glimmer and Bow look at each other before making childish smooching sounds. Catra rolls her eyes but can’t help the smile still on her face. Things are good. Why would she try to hide it? 

But then, of course, because she can’t have nice things, the universe throws her in a loop.

“So, did she ask you out yet?” Glimmer asks casually before biting into her sandwich. 

Catra blinks. Bow seems to notice her hesitation and a confused look grows on his face. Catra opens and closes her mouth then blinks. She doesn’t really know how to tell them; No, she hasn’t asked me out yet.

“She hasn’t?” He reiterates. Apparently, Catra doesn’t need to tell them at all. Glimmer bumps him on the arm before rolling her eyes. 

“Don’t think too much into it, she’s probably working up to it,” Glimmer says with a bit of chagrin in her tone. Catra’s face must display her uneasiness because Bow jumps into a conversation about Sportsfest back at campus. 

Catra tries to act engaged but she knows she’s barely selling it. It has been on her mind. Why hasn’t Adora asked her out yet? She knows that Adora seems to enjoy her company, and at the very least finds her attractive. But there’s something in the way Adora looks at her when she laughs, or the sweet nothings they whisper to each other while they just sit in each other’s presence. Catra just hopes that Adora feels half of what she feels for her. 

“Hey guys, are we gonna head out to the beach?” Adora says walking up behind her to their table. The tall blonde immediately bends down to place soft kisses on her neck and temple while smiling into her skin. Despite her present inner turmoil, she can’t help but lean into it and feel every worry wash away. Even if Adora never asks her out, she can feel the care in everything she does and that’s enough for her; is what she tells herself.

“Yeah sure, we’re pretty much done,” Bow says with a smirk playing at the edges of his smile. 

Glimmer shoves the rest of her sandwich into her mouth then stands. “Let’s go guys. And since I’m choosing today, I say we get froyo afterward.” Bow gives a nod of approval and Adora laughs. 

“I’m sure no one’s going to argue with you on that front.” Adora agrees. She flashes her “Adora smile” and offers her hand to hold while the rest of the group stands up and starts to leave too. 

Catra must’ve been staring for a moment too long because Adora’s eyebrows furrow and she pulls her a bit closer to whisper to her. 

“Are you okay?” 

After a moment, her cheeks start to turn a bit pink and Adora darts her eyes away a bit timidly. 

“Was I too much this morning?” Adora mutters while sheepishly tucking her hair behind her ear.  

Catra rolls her eyes and giggles before raising to her tip-toes to kiss her on the cheek. She gives Adora a quick little hand squeeze of reassurance before leaning in, much farther than necessary, to answer. 

“You definitely weren’t too much,” Catra places her other hand on her stomach and lightly digs into the jocks abs, drawing a gasp from Adora, “Feel free to do that more often.”

Adora nods slowly, her hooded eyes darting between Catra’s eyes and chest. 

“You know how much I love starting my days with you inside of me,” Catra breathes out. 

Adora’s breath catches and her eyes widen, but before she can formulate a response Mermista walks up to them. 

“Are you guys riding with us or Glimmer?” Catra shoots Adora one last smirk before turning to Mermista. 

“We’ll ride with you guys but probably ride back over here with Glimmer,” She answers, still holding on to Adora’s hand and giving occasional squeezes. 

“Alright sweet,” Mermista says passing the two of them. 

Catra turns back to Adora and is slightly stuck whenever she sees the expression on her face. It’s one that she can’t really name. Or she can, but she doesn’t want to give herself the false hope that the way Adora is looking at her right now is the way that she looks at Adora far too often. Catra clears her throat and looks away to try to poorly hide the blush on her cheeks.

“You ready?” she acts, feigning nonchalance when she feels like jumping on Adora and yelling all the things she’s been feeling for the past month she’s known her. 

“Yeah,” Adora breathes out, still smiling at her like she’s the only person in the world. 

Catra smiles back at her, though a little timidly, and pulls her hand in the direction Mermista just went in. Adora drops down to kiss her cheek and follows right behind her. 

The froyo was incredible, as always in Adora’s opinion, and what made it even better was the fact that she and Catra chose each other’s flavors and toppings. Catra loved what she picked out for her - strawberry with a shit ton of sour candy - and Adora absolutely devoured what Catra chose for her - cookies n cream with oreo and chocolate toppings. Adora still ended up finishing both of theirs because Catra got full, but if she’s being completely honest she knows Catra gave it to her even though she could’ve eaten more. The brunette will never admit that though. 

Adora and Catra get into Glimmer’s car for the ride back and they scoot in next to each other in the backseat. 

“Are you having fun?” Adora asks with a smirk before poking Catra’s shoulder teasingly. 

Catra giggles and wraps both arms around Adora’s right arm. 

“Of course I am,” she whispers. “I love spending time with you,” Catra murmurs with a kiss to her shoulder. 

Adora can feel a blush overtake her face, neck and eventually shoulders. Catra is the sweetest and coolest person she knows, and she finds it hard to believe that someone like her enjoys, or better yet loves spending time with her. Adora kisses the top of her head then lays her head down on Catra’s. 

“I do too.” 

By the end of the car ride, Catra is completely burrowed into Adora, not minding the other company in the car. She also shamelessly butts her head into Adora’s hand whenever she gives her head scratches and it only makes her heart grow fonder of her.

“I can’t even tell if she’s awake or not,” whispers Bow from the front seat, his camera ‘discreetly’ trained on Catra.

Adora just knows this will turn up on his endless Snapchat and Instagram dumps which get way too much attention to be possible. His social media provides twice his usual income from his job - which he always says he’ll quit yet never does - and it shows. Bow eventually puts his phone down to devolve into conversation with Glimmer who’s trying to park - which she never gets on the first try.

Catra only grumbles lightly before trying to dig further into Adora even if it’s not humanly possible at this point. Adora only chuckles and kisses her head softly, her scent always so calming. 

“Are you tired baby?” Adora whispers into the small bubble they’ve created for themselves. This seems to happen more and more often with the two recently. 

“A little,” Catra answers after a moment, her voice so soft and sweet. Adora’s heart clenches and it takes everything in her to remain a normal fucking person at this moment.

They finally park, and Adora doesn’t even let Catra entertain the idea of walking upstairs, immediately picking her up and carrying her all the way to their room where everyone decided to meet up for a movie.

“Hey Glimmer, let everyone know we call the bed,” Adora calls out to Glimmer a little ahead of them in pursuit of the door, still mindful of the dozing off Catra under her chin.

“Oh! Oh! Can I have the beanbag then?” Glimmer asks like a kindergartner in a classroom. 

Adora just rolls her eyes with a smile and nods. Glimmer shoots back a questionable smirk, but continues to Bow ahead of them up to their room.

“Ok but I don’t understand why that means I can’t put this here,” Glimmer argues while holding the earlier mentioned green beanbag. Catra tries to stifle her laughter at the exchange that’s happening between Adora and Glimmer. She’s never really seen Adora mad (or “just really frustrated” as she claimed) before. But being that it’s over something this miniscule, it’s pretty cute.

“What are you not getting!” Adora throws her arms up in exasperation. Bow and Catra give each other a look and just sit and join where the rest of their friends are gathered in Catra and Adora’s room. Tensions between the two best friends are high since they came back from froyo and Glimmer was bugging her about why she’s always gotten the same thing from the place. Adora said it was because she likes it but Glimmer just kept teasing her, getting Mermista and Perfuma to laugh too. Adora brushed her off but Catra could’ve sworn it bothered her just a little. Then after while they were deciding on which room they were going to watch a movie in before they head back to college campus, Glimmer made a comment about Adora’s being the neatest. Which is not a bad thing, but Catra could tell it was just another blow to Adora. Now, it seems like this was just the final cherry on top of Glimmer pushing Adora’s buttons.

“I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal to move this over to the other side of the room while we watch this movie,” Glimmer smirks seeing how easily she’s getting to Adora. Glimmer walks across the room and drops the beanbag on the floor before plopping down onto it, definitely not in the spot it was originally in.

“Well shit,” Mermista helpfully comments. “You’re just gonna let her fuck up your perfect arrangement like that?” 

Catra shoots her a shut-up glare before turning back to an upset Adora. 

“It’s a big deal because everytime you come into my room at the penthouse or whatever and ‘borrow’ something or move something ‘temporarily’ it stays that way.” Glimmer gives a nod of acknowledgement. “Or break it,” Glimmer smiles sheepishly, “and lie about it saying you don’t know how it happened.” Adora even mocks her voice for the last bit, clearly pushed past her limit.

Glimmer seems to know she lost this argument with Adora because she rolls her eyes and mutters out a “whatever”. She gets up and puts the beanbag where she found it before going back to where Adora set up her and Bow’s seat. 

“You happy?” Glimmer asks sarcastically.

“Very,” Adora replies, still obviously bothered though.

“Can I start the movie now? Avatar 2 is the best movie out there and the fact that you guys haven’t seen it yet is pretty questionable,” Entrapta asks, unphased by everything that just happened.

“Please,” says Mermista. 

The movie starts and the lights turn off and the low chatter of the group starts up again. Adora joins Catra on the bed while everyone is on some sort of pillow fort Entrapta and Hordak made and Glimmer and Bow are on their giant beanbag. Perfuma and Scorpia are out on the balcony as usual, but this time Sea Hawk is with them. Adora lays on Catra’s chest and runs her hand up Catra’s tank top before placing a kiss on her neck. Catra sighs at the intimacy that she loves so much, but she could tell Adora was in one of her moods so she shakes her head affectionately then kisses Adora on her hairline. 

“What’s wrong baby?” She whispers into Adora’s forehead in between kisses.

Adora just sighs while pushing Catra’s tank top a little higher so she could lay her head on her bare stomach. Butterflies erupt where Adora lays her head and she’s pretty sure she’s blushing with how hot her face feels. She clears her throat a bit and presses her hand into her face to get some of the coloring to disappear.

“I don’t know why Glimmer always does this,” Adora says quietly. The chatter from the movie and the people in the room gets louder when a funny moment seems to happen, but Catra isn’t paying enough attention to grasp anything outside of Adora. Catra’s eyes furrow in concern and she strokes Adora’s hair.

“Bugs you?” Catra guesses, still playing with the blonde’s hair. 

Adora chuckles a bit. “Yeah. Since I’ve known her   to be honest. I’m not mad at her or anything. And I may have overreacted a little earlier but…” she adds sheepishly. 

“Mmm, I don’t know about overreacting. She threatened to disrupt your order,” Catra teases. 

They both laugh and Adora sits up to prop herself on her elbow and look at Catra. The glow of the TV shines on Adora’s eyes and Catra is once again captivated. It’s never been this easy to just get lost in someone’s eyes, but then again she’s never met someone like Adora. Adora must see the look of adoration on her face because she gets the same one. 

“What?” Adora asks, with a blush now gracing her cheeks and her smile still there. 

Catra sits up too when she remembers she shouldn’t give herself away that much. She playfully rolls her eyes and shoves Adora back into the mattress. She slowly moves to straddle Adora while grabbing her hands to place them on her hips. Catra drops down and starts to place slow and lazy kisses on Adora’s neck. Adora sighs and Catra can physically feel the tension drain her body. 

“I’m just worried about you baby,” she whispers. She can tell she finds the spot just under her jaw because Adora’s breath quickens and her hands tighten on Catra’s hips. Catra knows what she’s doing when she feels Adora’s hands tighten on her hips and slightly pull Catra into her. So she drops her head close enough to Adora’s ear to let a tiny moan slip through, just for her. 

“Catra-” she gasps and bucks her hips up, still staying relatively quiet. But Catra can’t help it. She bites her jaw, starts up towards her face then ends by the corner of her mouth. 

“Tell me how you feel.” Now Catra sits up so casually and feigns innocence as Adora heaves a bit and stares at her with dark eyes. 

“I uh-” she shuts her eyes and runs her hands over her face. With a strong exhale she laughs a bit and moves her hands from her face. 

“You’re something else,” Adora says as she gives Catra the brightest smile she’s seen from her since they got back and pulls her back down so Catra and her lay chest to chest. 

“I’m a little embarrassed,” she speaks softly in Catra’s hair. 

Catra giggles lightly, and hums in question. “About what?” 

Catra glances up and sees a pretty blush on Adora’s face. She smiles into Adora’s shirt and smells the clean smell that Adora always has. Like light fragrance and flowers. 

“I don’t mind if Glimmer makes fun of me about how I like things or whatever,” she starts to knead her fingers into Catra’s hair and scalp and Catra’s eyes flutter shut, “but in front of you? It just makes me think that maybe I am pretty weird or something. You deserve someone less… I don’t know. Me?”

Catra feels a sting in her chest over Adora ever thinking that she wouldn’t be enough for her. Catra sits up again, grabs her face, and looks her dead in the eye. Adora immediately locks into her gaze and grips her waist again. 

“Don’t ever feel like you have to apologize for the way you are Adora,” Catra could tell that Adora could see how serious she was by the way her eyes slightly widened and her head was nodding along slowly to her words. Then Adora started smiling and moving her hands along Catra’s torso, and Catra just needs to tell her now.

“I-”

“Can we leave?” Glimmer interrupts. The movie is still playing in the background, but the silence of the group is deafening. 

“Adora and Catra are fucking on the bed,” Glimmer goads. A couple of them burst into laughter while Bow just kind of looks at Glimmer. Catra figures he gets that she’s doing the most today. Adora goes beet red of course and covers her face, groaning. 

Catra is pretty pissed off but she just sighs and gains her composure. She’s lived a life of getting angry at the little things and telling people off at the slightest annoyance. And it was not fun. Especially when it involved people she cares about. She knows that they usually don’t mean harm and that sometimes she’s unjustified in her anger. Catra also knows that she’s totally justified right now, but she’s grown now and knows how to pick her battles. 

“Maybe we should,” Catra stands from the bed and offers Adora her hand. Adora gives her a confused look but stands with her anyways. 

“I promised Adora a walk along the beach before we leave, so feel free to hang out here till the movie ends.” 

Catra leads her out of the room while she sees Glimmer about to answer. She doesn’t give her time before she’s walking out into the hallway, Adora in hand. 

And Adora barely gives her time to shut the door before she’s pushing Catra against the wall and gracing her lips with the softest kiss anyone’s ever given her. 

Adora’s heart is heavy in a way that’s so overfilled with feelings for Catra. She’s never felt this way about anyone before. So into someone that her heart physically hurts sometimes if she’s away from her, or if she can’t be around her. And though she’s never felt it for someone else like this before, the feeling is just so familiar: Love. 

The thought should scare her but it just makes her hold Catra a little tighter, and kiss her a little more feverishly, pushing her body into Catra’s and licking into her mouth. 

She can start to feel Catra smile against her mouth which causes her to pull back a little and return her smile. 

Adora wants to give her everything.

“I didn’t think that me pulling you out of a room would get you this riled up.” Catra flashes her signature smirk while playing with Adora’s hair behind her head. Adora’s pretty sure she goes a bit weak in the knees. 

“It’s more than that,” Adora giggles then kisses her. “You know it is,” she finishes before diving back in. In Glimmer’s beach house, they’re alone in this hallway and Adora plans on taking full advantage of that.

Catra grabs Adora’s waist and pulls her even closer to her while she starts to lick across her collarbone. Adora’s eyebrows furrow and she stutters her hips against Catra’s. Catra moans so softly and this drives Adora to push into her even harder. 

Adora pushes a thigh between Catra’s legs and swallows the short gasp Catra gives in response. 

“Mmm, let’s-” Adora does it again, making Catra cut herself off with a moan and grasp Adora’s arms tighter. 

“Let’s what baby?” Adora teases. Adora reaches down to grip her truly incredible ass - she makes sure she tells her whenever she can - and joins their lips back together, not giving her a chance to answer. 

Adora’s skin craves the heat of Catra’s so bad right now, so she lifts up her shirt partly and feels her slim torso, spreading her fingers across her back, moving up and down, sometimes feeling the top of the curve of her ass. Adora can’t even concentrate on kissing Catra, the feeling of her bare skin making her hot all over. Catra apparently takes this as her chance to finish her sentence but not without placing a soft kiss on the corner of Adora’s mouth. 

“Baby,” she whispers. 

The moan she releases in response and her stuttering hips make Adora feel like some blushing virgin, but Catra’s voice will always be it for her. Catra just runs her acrylics down her arms again and kisses her neck. 

“Mhm?” It comes out a bit squeakier than intended, but if Catra’s breathy chuckle is anything to go by, she doesn’t mind. 

“I uh…” 

There’s a beat of silence.

Catra’s hesitation catches Adora off guard. She’s usually pretty good with voicing what she needs or wants. Adora’s eyebrows furrow and she slowly pulls away to get a better look at Catra’s out of place - and out of character really - behavior.

“Is something wrong?” Adora has never seen her this way before. She thinks maybe Catra is starting to reconsidering things, and her thought process must be apparent because the Catra’s eyebrows raise almost immediately.

“No!” The shorter girl blurts out. Catra’s blushing now. Which just further throws Adora off. Catra seems to take a steadying breath then “No. It’s uh- nothing.” She sighs. 

Adora just raises one eyebrow because she knows it’s not nothing. Catra’s eyes dart away before turning back to the blonde.

“Okay, so it’s not nothing but I don’t wanna make something out of nothing if nothing is there.” She exhales deeply. “You know?” Catra smiles sheepishly. 

Adora is so lost. What exactly is Catra talking about? She really should ask. She knows she should. But would that just make the other girl even more uncomfortable? Because she seems uncomfortable. Maybe she can just smile and nod her way out of this one. That always works.

“Uhh, right! Pretty much,” Adora nods with a toothy smile.

“Oh.” Catra’s eyes flash. “Okay, perfect,” she mumbles. Though she looks a bit like things are - not perfect? 

“So this is what it is for you?” Catra asks quietly. “Nothing more?”

Adora’s expression slowly shifts to one of confusion, now not caring to mask how lost she is because of how upset Catra looks. She shakes her head. Okay so maybe smiling and nodding doesn’t always work.

“Wait, I don’t think I understand what you’re-”

The sound of the door opening and voices spilling out cuts Adora off and makes her heart drop to her stomach.

“So then I told her that it’d be at least 360$ if she was gonna buy that much off of me. But then for some reason she got pissed?? I was like- oh.” Perfuma says to Scorpia, both of them seeing Adora’s hands up the back of Catra’s shirt and Catra blushing.

Adora is stuck to the spot, not really knowing how to handle the situation. Catra usually does. But when she turns back to Catra, her eyes are a bit downcast and on the edge of watering. She feels herself physically stiffen and panic wrack through her frame at seeing Catra about to cry.

Her panic only increases when Catra gently and slowly pushes Adora’s hands down and away from her then turns to face Perfuma and Scorpia.

“I’ll catch you guys later. I’m gonna go for a walk?” Catra pushes off the wall and slides past Adora.

Everything in Adora tells her to follow her, but Catra was obviously upset and she doesn’t know if that would only make things worse.

If she would only make things worse. 

Did she say something? Adora kind of just stares at the wall where Catra stood a few moments ago, retracing her actions to find out where she went wrong.

“Hey, did we do that?” Scorpia asks. This shakes Adora out of her stupor.

Adora sighs deeply and drops her head onto the wall. 

“No, I think I did,” she groans, the sound slightly muffled. 

“I don’t know, it seemed like you two were on good terms considering your hands were up her-” 

Adora turns to her sharply and her glare was enough to shut Perfuma up. Her glare quickly softens at the realization that she’s taking her anger out on her friends when really it’s all her fault. She offers Perfuma a not quite smile that the other girl returns before finally lifting her head up from off of the wall. At that moment, Adora decides that whether or not what happened was her fault, she needs to see that Catra is okay. It’s getting darker outside and Adora doesn’t even want to think about what could happen while Catra’s out there.

“I’m gonna go follow her,” she mumbles to Perfuma and Scorpia.

“You do that!” Scorpia optimistically says. Adora gives her a sad smile at the attempt at cheering her up. 

“And I’ll go let the rest of them know you two are on your walk and will need a little privacy,” Perfuma adds softly. 

Adora is grateful for the people that surround her, but she can’t help but feel like she might’ve ruined the relationship she has with the most important person in her life. She starts to walk off towards the exit of the beach house and towards the shops and streets, not knowing where to find Catra but knowing she is likely outside. 

Adora has no idea what she did, but she knows she managed to fuck up if it caused Catra to act that way. She’s usually  so comfortable in her own skin; never stuttering (unless in the throes of sex), and she’s pretty sure Catra was about to cry. Thinking about it further breaks her heart. 

She needs to find her, but she left her phone in the room and can’t seem to remember where Catra went after she first walked off from Adora. Whatever happened, Adora needs to find a way to fix it.

Catra’s feet are submerged in the semi-wet sand and her hair is blowing across her face, letting her breath a bit. The evening oranges fading into a pink, purple and eventually deep blue, signaling the end of daytime and her last day here at the beach house. 

And maybe the last day her and Adora are even a semblance of something like a relationship. 

She doesn’t know why she ran away from Adora, but it just seemed too familiar. Thinking she had a chance at being the girlfriend but really she was just the reoccuring hookup. The girl that you could always come back and fuck but would never bring flowers to.

Or call yours.

She knows she shouldn’t have run. And she promised herself she wouldn’t do that anymore. But it’s hard, and promises get broken. She knows that well enough.

With no one to talk to and the fear of rejection coursing through her, she calls the one person who always knows exactly what to do.

Kind of.

“Cosita bonita! How’ve you been? Long time, no call huh,” he jokes, halfway to yelling. She can hear the party laughter and music, explaining his louder (than usual) voice. She rolls her eyes because of course he’s at a party. And despite everything; Catra smiles for a moment. But then she remembers and sighs deeply, trying to force fresh air into her lungs. 

“It’s been like, two days Nico. And do I always have to call first?” Catra goes for sarcastic but her chuckle falls flat and Nico seems to immediately hear it. 

There’s a sudden silence from the background chatter and the sound of a door closing.

“Is something wrong Catra?” He asks, concerned at her tone of voice. 

“I-” She cuts herself off. How does she even begin to explain the situation? Or why she’s upset? She can’t just say “Hey, the girl that I’m sort of falling in love with doesn’t even see me as girlfriend material”. The thought alone makes her whimper, causing Nico to sigh softly through the line of the phone.

“Send me your location?” he whispers. The sound of a car door closes and Catra knows that he’s already ready to leave whatever dumbass party he was at for her. The thought of care allows her to finally break down and she sobs. When did she get so emotional?

She has a few weak attempts at forming a sentence before Nico decides to spare her the trouble.

“It’s okay, I’ll check for it and be there as soon as possible. Okay?” Nico tries. For the silly person he is, he knows when to be serious. Sometimes it’s scary whenever he is, but now it’s just reassuring. 

“Okay,” she blubbers out, feeling a whole 5 years old again. 

“Okay,” he says, starting up his engine. She can hear the half smile in his voice. “I’ll be there in 15. Need me to stay on until I get there?” 

“Please,” she says. 

“Okay Catra,” he quietly mumms. He seems to know that quiet is what she needs right now because they stay in a comfortable silence until he gets there. 

Adora finds herself at the beach. She’s checked every shop that was open at this point, and she knows Catra wouldn’t have gone back to their room considering everyone’s still in there, so that leaves one place. 

It’s dark outside now, but she can’t bear the thought of sleeping alone while Catra is out God knows where. Adora walks along the shoreline and the chill of the incoming night raises goosebumps along her skin. If she’s cold she knows Catra must be with what she was wearing earlier. This whole situation is pretty much stressing Adora out. It’s been over an hour now, and she has no idea where Catra might’ve gone. Right when she’s about to go back towards the shops to check again she starts to see footprints ahead of her. 

She feels like a child again, trying to follow some stranger at the beach’s footsteps to see where it would lead too. But she soon notices that the footprints lead to the parking lot. 

Did she leave?

Her heart sinks at the realization that she could’ve called an uber and left without even saying goodbye. Adora’s eyes start to sting along with her arms because of how fucking cold it is. Right when she’s about to turn around to head back in she hears a song playing loudly from a car. Not that it’s any of her business, but the song is awfully familiar. Then it hits her square in her chest-

It’s Catra’s favorite song. 

She turns back and then sees the (really nice) car with the engine on with Esta Danada playing and the windows slightly down. Adora doesn’t want to be a creep but she has a gut feeling about approaching the car. Luckily, she doesn’t have to make that decision because the passenger door opens and Adora knows who it is immediately. 

All the tension she felt while looking for her almost instantly drains her body when she sees that Catra is okay. But it floods back in when she sees she isn’t. 

With her cheeks a bit blotchy and her eyes a bit tearstained, she walks towards Adora and stops in front of her. Even then, Catra is the most beautiful girl Adora has ever had the pleasure of knowing.

“What are you doing out here?” she just barely croaks out. 

Adora wants to apologize a million times and sweep her into her arms. But she seems to be stuck. 

“I uh-” she seems to remember how to speak after a couple awkward seconds. “I was looking for you.” Catra just smiles. Though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, it’s better than nothing.

Good.

“I wasn’t lost.” 

Not good. 

Catra wasn’t being cold. But she was being oddly calculated. Like she was measuring out every word before saying it and gauging Adora’s reaction as she went. Like she was on edge and wasn’t comfortable around her. 

“Right, um right.” Adora blinks hard, trying to stay composed when really all she wants is to hold Catra in her arms and kiss apologies into her teary skin. “Yeah, I just wanted to see that you were okay?” 

Obviously, this isn’t really going well. And for once Adora wishes the bravado she has on the field or for random occasions could translate to actual important shit.

“I’m fine,” Catra whispers. 

They're standing right in front of each other, but Adora has never felt so far from Catra. She immediately feels like crying. 

“Catra,” she pleads. Adora takes a step closer to her and Catra doesn’t back away, but she doesn’t move closer either. Adora takes her chance and slowly wraps around her to give her a soft hug that she could pull out of if she wanted to. But the second she hugs her, Catra dissolves. She can hear little hiccups of crying that make Adora grasp her only a little tighter, still being mindful that Catra could want to pull away. 

But it doesn’t seem like she wants her. Her hands grasp on tightly to Adora’s shirt and her head drops to Adora’s chest. Adora’s heart starts to beat a million miles per hour. She wonders if Catra could feel it. 

“I’m sorry,” Catra mumbles, still slightly muffled by their hug. Adora blinks. 

“Wait, no,” she starts. “Please don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing,” Adora says in between kisses to the shorter girl’s hair when her voice starts to work again. 

“I’m the one that left you,” she pulls away to make direct eye contact. 

Catra’s hazelish and blue greenish eyes are so beautiful, even despite the slight teariness and redness. 

“Probably for a good reason,” Adora chuckles in a self-deprecating manner. Adora kisses her on the cheek so softly, trying to convey how sorry she is. 

“Can you tell me what I did?” She kisses her other cheek. “So I know exactly what not to do ever again,” Adora pleads, causing Catra to laugh. 

Catra hides her face in Adora’s chest again, now wrapping her arms around her waist. 

“Did you really mean it earlier?” Catra rushes out. Like she wants this moment to be over. 

“I don’t think I understand,” Adora says carefully. 

Catra pushes her head further into Adora’s chest whenever Adora says that, as if repeating or specifying is taking a toll on her. 

“Remember when I told you that I didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing if nothing is there?” Catra says. 

Oh. The thing that Adora had no comprehension of but decided to answer anyways like a total idiot? Yeah, she remembers. 

Adora cringes so hard at herself. 

“Yeahh?” she draws out.

“Did you really mean that nothing was there? Between us?” Catra finally looks up at Adora. 

The realization is a punch in the gut. The ‘something out of nothing’ was likely referring to their situation with each other. And Adora said Uhhh, right. Which says to Catra that she would be making something out of nothing if she were to feel any greater feelings than what’s implied about two (more than, in Adora’s opinion - and maybe Catra’s too?) friends who regularly have sex. 

Adora closes her eyes and removes one hand from their hug to run over her face. She laughs a little then sees Catra’s eyes fall which straightens up her expression real quick. 

“Right, about that,” she starts, “I’m a fucking idiot.” Catra didn’t seem to expect that, at least her wide eyes and forming smile said so. 

“I might’ve not understood what you were talking about so I automatically agreed with your last question because I didn’t want you to know I didn’t know what you were talking about and also didn’t want to ask you to repeat yourself?” 

Adora is definitely rambling and despite the chill, her face feels hot. She must’ve closed her eyes during her word vomit because when she opens her eyes she sees Catra giving her the most intense and adoring look anyone’s ever given her. It just makes Adora blush even more and chuckle a bit. 

“Anyways, I’m genuinely so sor-”

But Catra is already tackling her with a kiss.

Wow. 

Catra is speechless. All this time she spent worrying about Adora not liking her back and here Adora was concerned about trying to impress her. 

She hates how much she over-thought this situation. And more importantly she hates how she made Adora face the consequences of actions from people who were with Catra before her. It’s not her fault that Catra thought she would want nothing from her but sex. 

But Catra can’t really help but feel that way after so many times. Can you blame her?

She must’ve stopped kissing back because now Adora’s just facing her with a look of concern on her face, her broad hands cupping her face so gently. 

“Catra?” she whispers. 

Catra is now straddling Adora on the parking lot floor but she can’t seem to care with the way Adora is looking at her. Like she’s so fragile but she’s only holding onto to her to observe, not to possess. Looking at her to appreciate and not to ogle. It makes her chest ache. Ache in such a good way but ache nonetheless. 

“Yes?” she responds, just as gently. 

Adora smiles before sitting up to wrap her arms around her waist and kiss her neck so slowly. 

“Is it okay if I ask you something that might ruin the mood?” Adora chuckles into her skin. 

Catra pulls back so the teasing smirk on her face is evident for Adora to see. 

“Mmm, you asking that question already did,” Catra teases, digging into the hard muscle at the top of Adora’s shoulders. Catra really finds Adora so hot.

Adora’s insanely cute laughter is a contrast to her pretty much godly physique, and Catra is just even more enamored. 

“Right, but I figured I’d give you a heads up before Nico jumps out of the car to kill me,” Adora whispers. 

As if timed by the universe, Catra only gets the sound of the car door closing and fast-paced footsteps on the concrete as a warning before she is gently, but hastily, pulled off of Adora and before Adora is being backed up against the nearest car by a red-faced and fuming Nico. 

“I hope you don’t think you can fix everything with a couple of sweet words and a shitty ass apology,” Nico says dangerously low.  

Adora’s heart is racing. She never thought she would be posted up by some dude almost an entire foot taller than her. But she’s also not as scared as she thought she’d be. A flare of frustration courses through her at the protectiveness and accusation lacing his tone.

“Nico,” Catra scolds, now grabbing his wrist. 

He just shakes Catra off while maintaining his stare with Adora, piercing and threatening. 

It was lowkey pissing her off. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” She answered just as low, not really liking the way he just totally disregarded Catra. 

“I think I get a pretty good idea if your girlfriend is calling me crying about whatever shit you pulled,” he sneers, not really knowing the impact of the use of the word ‘girlfriend’. 

It takes everything in her not to roll her eyes right now. 

“I get that, but we talked about it. And I don’t need some jerk telling me off about shit he doesn’t know,” Adora throws back. She’s not exactly aware which part of her jab threw him off, but she knows she struck a nerve because his jaw clenches and he starts towards her again. 

“Some jerk?” he asks, his voice raising. She guesses it was that part. Nico’s now grabbing her by her jacket and pushing her up against the car. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Catra runs up to him and she’s pulling him by his arms. 

“Nico!” She yells at him, Catra trying to pull him off and Adora holding his hands trying to loosen his grip. “Nico, please just stop.”

This finally seems to get through to him because he stops pushing and starts to loosen up his hold on her. 

“Catra-” he starts.

“She’s right,” Catra continues, cutting him off, sort of pleading with both of her hands now gripping his shirt at his waist, “just drop it.”

Nico turns around, a sort of disbelieving and betrayed look on his face. When he steps towards Catra, it makes Adora’s stomach turn. 

He walks right up to her before he speaks, his mood totally shifting from anger to something far less threatening.

Hurt. 

Catra can see the pain in his eyes, but she keeps her expression firm. Even if it hurts. He had no reason to get aggressive with Adora. Speaking of which, she stays at the car she was cornered at, but she looks ready to jump in at any moment. And even though Catra knows Nico would never hurt her, it’s still sweet of Adora to be so concerned. A barely there sniff from her childhood friend brings her back to the moment. 

“Seriously?” he just barely mutters, his brows low on his forehead and his eyes a bit watery. 

“I left to come get you because you were fucking stranded on a beach at this crazy hour, and now you ditch me for her?” He turns away, his jaw clenched and his eyelashes fluttering. “Look, I get it,” Nico says, running his hands over his face, “I shouldn’t have walked up on you like that.” He turns to Adora. “And for that I’m sorry,” he says, still looking in Adora’s direction, but his eyes trained on the ground. 

“But don’t you think I deserve a little more than this?” This time his eyes aren’t on the ground. His eyes are looking right into Catra’s. And at that moment she sees the same boy who tackled a kid in 3rd grade when he wouldn’t let Catra play football with them. She sees the same teenager who fought some basketball jerk who slut shamed her their junior year of high school when she refused a hookup. She sees her best friend who was there for her countless times, and suddenly she feels sick all over again. 

Catra is stuck. She doesn’t want to choose between her best friend and someone else that she cares so deeply for. But honestly, it seems as if Nico thinks she already did.

She doesn’t realize the tears are falling down her face until he wipes them away with the back of his knuckles.

“Don’t cry again I’ll just,” he exhales heavily and steps away from the both of them and towards his car, “I’ll just go. I’ll see you around.”

She can’t move.

Even when the door shuts and he drives away. It’s only until Adora asks if she’s okay that she finally snaps out of it. She turns around to face her and suddenly she thinks about how Adora feels. She was probably pretty pissed about being cornered. 

“Baby, are you okay?” she chokes out, her hands cupping both of Adora’s cheeks. 

“Catra,” she whispers, still not making any contact. “You’re crying.”

It’s so soft Catra wonders if it was even meant for her to hear. 

“No, yeah,” she starts, “I’m okay. I just don’t prefer for the person I like and my best friend to almost get into a fight.” She looks at Adora with a not quite half smile that the taller girl returns. 

“I totally get that,” she says before wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry for everything that happened today,” Adora starts peppering kisses onto the top of her head. “This really isn't fair for you. And especially the stuff with Nico, I shouldn’t have-”

“He shouldn’t have walked up on you,” Catra counters, pulling away from the embrace with her eyebrows sitting low on her face.

“Right, but I would do the same thing for you,” Adora points out quietly. “Maybe don’t be too hard on him?” Adora’s now rubbing circles into her arms, still looking into her eyes and waiting for an answer. Catra’s stern expression remains for a second, still seemingly wanting to blame Nico. But then her expression falters and she looks like she’s once again holding back tears. 

“Fuck, you’re right,” she breathes out, a hand coming to her forehead. “I need to apologize.”

“Maybe not tonight though,” Adora chuckles, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go sleep?”

Catra nods her affirmation and they start off towards the beach house. When they get up to their room with everyone else cleared out, she can’t help but realize that they did get their walk on the beach after all. 

Adora can’t help but feel bad about today, despite Catra’s constant reassurance, so she spends the night pressing kisses and apologies into her skin. Catra now lays tucked into Adora’s side with her head on her chest and her arms and legs wrapping around the blonde’s torso like a Koala. Adora has her arms wrapped around Catra’s shoulders and she traces the same 3 words into her skin that have been floating around in her head for a while. 

Catra’s soft giggle shakes Adora out of her own head. She smiles and presses a kiss into the smaller girl’s hair. 

“What’s up?” she asks. 

Catra sits up slightly to make eye-contact with Adora then leans down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I have a question,” Catra lilts playfully. Although Adora is confused, she’s thankful that Catra seems to be good enough to joke around now. She squeezes Adora’s hip gently at the end of her sentence and her lip curls as beautifully as it always does. 

Adora doesn’t exactly know where Catra is going with this, so she just sits up against the headboard of the bed and opens her arms up for Catra to lean back down against her. She does just that and Adora wraps her arms around her tightly. 

“I have an answer,” Adora replies, “maybe.” 

Catra snorts and puts her hand back on Adora’s hip. 

“Tacos or burritos?” 

The words catch Adora off guard and she smiles brightly to herself before humming dramatically in question. Adora places a quick kiss to the top of her head then leans back. 

“Well that honestly depends on the day,” she answers, putting more thought into the question than necessary. “Likeee, is it a Tuesday? That would definitely change things.” 

Catra rolls her eyes but her fond smile tells her that she is anything but annoyed. “Ha ha,” she deadpans. 

“Hmm. A burger or a sandwich?” Catra asks softly, now tracing shapes into the lower part of her stomach. Low enough to be suggestive really. But the line of questioning has Adora thinking that it likely isn’t on purpose. 

“You know I’ll totally fuck up a burger on any given day,” Adora laughs running one of her hands up and down Catra’s arm. “And you?”

Catra sighs dramatically before answering, “I’d fuck up a burger too.” 

Adora can’t help how enamored she is with the girl in her arms. Everyday she feels like she might wake up from a dream and realize that she was just too lucky and has to lose her. She kisses Catra’s forehead gently and squeezes her arm a bit.

Catra just hums and leans into her even more, always loving the forehead kisses. 

“Okay, okay,” she starts, “here’s the final question to settle things.” Catra clears her throat diplomatically, making the blonde giggle nod, awaiting the very important question. 

“Razz’s burritos? Or Razz’s burgers?” 

Catra laughs loudly at Adora’s answering groan and runs her hand on Adora’s stomach under her shirt in response. 

“You know I can’t choose,” Adora murmurs. “But, I know you like the burritos, so I might just pick that option for you,” she finishes. 

Catra smiles brightly before just barely brushing her soft lips against Adora’s jaw. “You’re so sweet,” she whispers, her voice just the tiniest bit huskier. 

Adora feels a spark in her lower stomach, and Catra’s slightly wandering hand isn’t helping. 

The blonde lets out a breathless laugh. “I just know you a bit, that’s all,” she says, trying not to completely dodge the compliment but also not really knowing how to take it. Catra’s kisses are proving very distracting though, her tongue poking out against her cheek and teeth slightly digging in on her jaw. 

“You do,” she hums. “You know me so well,” she says quietly, digging her nails into the hard muscle of Adora’s abs. 

Adora feels herself drifting closer and closer to arousal, her brain clouding up and her focus shifting. It’s an automatic response, the way the hand on Catra’s arm slowly migrates down to her ass to palm it gently, reveling in the feeling and shape. 

Catra lets a short laugh escape her lips and teases the waistband of Adora’s pajama pants with a single finger before returning to the jock’s stomach. 

“Handsy,” she smirks before nipping at Adora’s jaw again.

Adora rolls her eyes and grips her ass tighter. “Hmm, if I remember correctly, I’m not the one who started it,” she points out. 

Catra sighs and moves to straddle Adora, now making full on eye contact with her. She places both hands on her shoulder and levels her with a confrontational stare. 

“I might have another question,” she starts, drawing out her words seductively. 

Adora’s mouth is too dry to answer, leaving her nodding quickly, a blush painting her cheeks. 

“Are we going to keep talking?” she asks, her fingers playing with the baby hairs on the back of Adora’s neck, “or are you going to give me what I want?” 

Adora groans pretty loud and grabs at her torso, all hot and needy, while Catra is smirking at her effect. 

“What you want, Catra,” she answers desperately. 

Catra just smiles, a little condescendingly, and a lot hot. “You’re so sweet,” she says for the second time that night, though in a completely different way. 

Before, the comment made her want to kiss her senseless. Now, she wants to fuck her senseless. 

Catra must see it on her face because she bites her lip before slowly lowering herself down to kiss the blonde, grabbing her face with both hands and slowly lifting off of her lap just to drop herself back down. Adora groans at the pressure and shifts her hands back to Catra’s ass, just needing to appreciate it. 

Catra pulls back from the kiss to lean into Adora’s ear and kiss the top of it before whispering, “Give me what I want then, Adora.” 

Adora whimpers so softly, pulling the brunette down into her lap even more to stimulate her, trying to give her what she wants. “Tell me Cat,” she mumbles, not fully processing the slight smirk on Catra’s face. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” she continues, rambling a bunch of horny nonsense and feeling Catra up practically everywhere. Adora’s touches have a bit of power behind them, and heat is flooding through her body.

“You wanna make me feel good?” Catra questions, putting her hands on Adora’s to slow down their frantic path. Adora blushes at having to have her hands held to stop her excessive touching, but she nods her head quickly, and Catra must sense her embarrassment because she smiles and kisses her gently. 

“None of that,” she whispers. “Give me your phone,” she softly directs, letting go of Adora’s hands so she could find it. Adora is a little confused but reaches over to the nightstand next to her to pull her phone out of the charger. She unlocks it before handing it to the girl in her lap, her brow furrowing but her hands coming back down to lay on her hips. 

Catra spends a moment scrolling on her phone, not bothering to clue Adora in on what she's doing.

Catra just smirks before leaning down to kiss Adora, licking into her mouth while placing Adora’s phone back on the dresser. 

Adora moans softly and fists her hands into the sheets beneath her to keep herself from touching Catra possessively again. Catra breaks away slightly and notices her hands. The brunette reaches down and grabs them lightly before placing them on her chest. 

Adora’s eyes snap shut and she’s blushing down to her neck, still not moving her hands. 

“Adora,” Catra prods slowly. Adora tries not to let the desperate sound escape her throat as she answers with her eyes still closed. 

“Mhm?” 

“Look at me,” she whispers, her fingers now tracing the blush on her cheeks. 

Adora opens her eyes sheepishly to see that same expression of fondness in Catra’s eyes. Adora can’t help but return it. 

“The food gets here in 27 minutes,” Catra blushes, while running her thumbs along Adora’s cheeks softly. 

Her eyes scrunch up in confusion, then it hits her and she can’t stop the fond and full laugh that escapes her.

“Did you just seduce me to order Razz’s on my phone?” Adora smirks up mirthfully at Catra. 

Catra’s blush is gorgeous in the low lighting of the room and Adora lifts her hand to trace it. Catra simply rolls her eyes and lies down on Adora’s chest, breathing her in then letting out a precious giggle of her own. Both of her hands find their way to Adora’s sides and scratch gently before humming softly.

“Maybe,” she sighs, “I’m sure you won’t notice the couple dollars lost, considering the millions.” Catra’s smirk is evident in her voice and Adora just has to kiss the top of her head. 

“Wowww, should I be worried about your intentions?” Adora teases. It just earns her a playful scoff from Catra. 

“You should know that I want you for more than your money, nerd.” And while Adora definitely knows this, she can’t help the dopey smile that crosses her face. She squeezes Catra tighter, then runs her hands up and down her back. 

“Oh really?” Adora still questions, keeping the joke going. 

Catra lifts her head, maintaining the other points of contact and grins. Adora really should expect her next response. 

“You fuck really, really good too,” the brunette practically drawls, before leaning down to softly kiss her lips. The kiss doesn’t even last 10-seconds, but it’s enough to get Adora going again. When she starts to feel Catra pull away, she pulls her back in and runs her tongue over her bottom lip. Catra hums softly and her nails start to slightly dig into the hard muscle of Adora’s abs. 

“How long until the food gets here?” Adora mumbles in the brief time she gets before it’s been too long since she’s kissed Catra. Catra just huffs out a chuckle against her lips.

“As if you care,” then Catra is grinding, slowly and purposefully. Adora groans into the now dirty kiss and uses the grip on Catra’s hips to guide their movement. She’s right - Adora doesn’t care. As desperate pleasure fills her body, thoughts of care and admiration fill her mind and heart. She realizes that this is so addicting with Catra because everything they do is so much more than sex. It’s intimacy. It’s caring for each other. It’s- well it’s something that she dare shouldn’t admit to herself. But it’s there nonetheless. She realizes that this is not something she wants with anyone else. Because she never could. Catra is so special to her and it’s scary. 

It’s scary and it’s real and it’s so much for a makeout session with someone, who’s not even her girlfriend, at her friend’s beach house. In the midst of her spiral, she feels Catra’s desperation increase through the pace of her hips and the soft noises she tries and fails to hide. Maybe the desperation is just a reaction to Adora’s. Maybe she feels the same way, but through these passionate kisses are the only way to express the feelings that occupy her mind completely. Maybe she’s even just half as taken with Adora as Adora is with her. Or maybe she’s just rushing before the food gets here. 

But the eagerness in her body and voice make Adora slip a thigh between Catra’s and grip her ass to run her over it. 

“Come on baby,” Adora pulls back a centimeter to mumble. Catra’s gentle whimper, whether at the contact or her words, sends a thrill and that same instinct to protect her down her spine. The grip on her ass is tighter and she pulls again. 

“Is this what you need?” Adora asks again, needing to know what to give her. How to give it to her. Catra just whimpers again, her eyes shut tight and her hands now at Adora’s shoulders. Adora shifts her hips again and the twitch down on her thigh and the high-pitched, tiny moan makes the jock groan. Catra lets out a short “ah” and moans again. 

“Mhm,” she barely gets out before Adora decides she needs to hear her again. One of the hands on her ass curls further around to get to where she can feel Catra’s wetness through her small shorts, both of them moaning at the contact. The other finds its way to Catra’s hair to thread through it and tug to lift her head. Adora makes eye-contact with Catra and sees that she’s already so far gone, her eyes glazed and half-lidded, her hair mussed and her mouth slightly parted letting out occasional soft puffs. 

Adora fingers her from the angle she’s at as best as she can, just feeling her through her shorts and tugging her hair whenever Catra starts to drop her head down to hide her face or any sounds. 

Adora maintains eye-contact, not knowing why this time was different but it feeling more intense for her. She wonders if Catra feels it too. She needs to know if Catra feels it too.

“Look at me, Cat,” she whispers, a quiet demand. 

Catra’s whimper is desperate and almost a cry, her eyes finally focusing on Adora’s as best as they can. “Adora,” she gasps, trying to rock back onto Adora’s prodding fingers.

“There you go sweetheart,” Adora whispers again. She longs to hear Catra’s answering moan forever, tainted by desperation and almost awe. Catra’s nails dig into Adora’s waistband where she is holding herself up, though her arms are getting a bit shaky in pursuit of her chasing her orgasm. The slight sting is only exhilarating to Adora though, pushing her to want to bring Catra over the edge sooner. 

The maintained eye contact is sending heat through Adora’s body, Catra’s eyes holding so much intensity for the split seconds in which they’re opened before shutting tightly when Adora curls her finger just how she likes it. And the blush gracing the brunette’s cheeks and the top of her breasts make it hard for Adora to not lose her mind. 

“I’m getting close, baby,” Catra murmurs out, speaking softly, knowing that Adora can see the words she is mouthing. “Want you inside,” she says, still maintaining eye contact as well. Catra gasps at the movement that her hips bring her from Adora’s fingers before stuttering out something that will almost bring Adora to the edge herself.

“I want you to feel me come, please,” Catra begs.

Adora lets out an involuntary moan and accidentally stutters her own hips up into Catra, moving the smaller girl in her lap. Adora just swallows and nods, pulling her hand from around Catra’s ass and moving it to tug gently on Catra’s shorts, but the brunette shakes her head slowly. 

Adora immediately draws her hand away wondering if she had done something wrong, but Catra’s slight huff of amusement before simply pushing her shorts and underwear to the side help Adora understand a bit more clearly. Adora joins her in her efforts and further pulls the restriction to the side before gently running her two fingers along Catra’s entrance. She knows her hands are larger than most and more specifically Catra’s - something that Catra loves to remind her of when asking her to go slower to start - so she slips in until her first knuckle and waits for approval to continue. Catra just breathes slightly heavier before reaching down to take pull her finger out and grab two instead. Adora lets out a shaky breath at the nonverbal instruction and instead shifts her attention to the perfect pair of tits in front of her face. She lets Catra guide her fingers into her slowly, and watches the rise and fall of her chest, tempting her. 

They both groan at the way Adora slowly fills her. Catra’s hand is still gently holding Adora’s wrist while Adora’s other hand is still in Catra’s hair, tugging ever so slightly at random. Adora just barely spreads her two fingers inside of Catra, her own desire to feel the girl’s walls clench tightly around her controlling her actions. It does just that and Adora can’t help it; she draws her fingers out and quickly thrusts them back in. Catra moans loudly and shudders on top of her. 

“Slow baby,” she whines, barely audible. 

“M’ sorry,” Adora kisses onto her lips. 

“No,” Catra reassures her, kissing her back, “it feels good.”

“Okay,” Adora nods into the space between them, “tell me when you need more.”

Catra just slightly rocks onto her fingers, and Adora can feel the way her body reacts to it; her chest heaves, her eyes shutting tightly, and she can’t help but drop her head next to Adora’s ear, the two of them now lying chest to chest. 

“I’m so full,” Catra rasps into her ear. Adora whines so needy and tugs on Catra’s hair, not wanting to move her fingers before Catra is ready but still needing to have her. 

“Catra,” she basically pleads at this point, “I need-” she cuts herself off. She needs to be patient. 

“You need?” Catra questions, still clenching around Adora’s fingers at the slightest movement. 

Adora just shuts her eyes and tries to think about anything other than her being inside of such a beautiful girl. 

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” she backtracks, never wanting to rush the girl. 

“Tell me,” she whispers before slowly lifting off Adora’s fingers and lowering herself back down, causing her tits to sway directly in front of Adora, despite still being trapped by her bra and tank crop top.

Adora removes her hand from Catra’s hair and pulls the straps off of Catra’s shoulders in a haste. Still using her unoccupied hand, Adora pulls down the front of her top and bra and exposes her chest and pert nipples. 

Catra moans at the action and rocks back onto her fingers yet again. 

Adora is losing her mind.

She leans up and roughly draws a nipple into her mouth before sucking and using her hand to further push her tit up to where she needs it even though her bra and tank top that are still on prop them up well.

Catra can do nothing but hold onto the back of Adora’s head and ride her fingers, usually words having long escaped her whenever Adora gets so tunnel-visioned. 

“Mm!” Catra practically squeals whenever Adora bites her nipple while curling her fingers inside of the brunette. 

Even though that sound desperately turned Adora on, she needs to check in. Adora slowly (and reluctantly) releases her tit from her mouth, the red tinged spots forcing Adora to hold back a moan.

“Too much?” she asks, already slightly pulling out of Catra.

She feels Catra’s thighs close around her hand, and push her untouched breast towards Adora’s mouth. 

“Please just fuck me,” Catra breathlessly expels, clearly so lost in her own pleasure.

Adora doesn’t need to be told twice. She grabs her breast before starting a rhythm of thrusting up into Catra, her size seeming to no longer be a problem to the smaller girl. They move in tandem and Catra is basically moaning with every breath she takes. Adora’s grip on her chest is tight and unrelinquishing, like she knows Catra wants in this kind of mood. Her pace picks up and Catra is so far gone. 

“I love-” Adora drives back into her and cuts her sentence off with a whimper. “Baby.”

Adora can do nothing but groan and kiss her. Their sloppy kisses go on for a moment before Catra pulls back again.

“I love it when you take me like this,” Catra continues, still so out of breath, her voice so damn raspy and sexy.

Adora openly moans and shifts her hips up into Catra.

“Like what?” Adora can hear the rough quality in her own voice, and can feel the way Catra shivers because of it. 

“Like this is all you need,” Catra pants, Adora thrusts in right as she says this and Adora understands. 

“It is,” she stresses, staring into Catra’s eyes, trying to convey how sincere she is. 

Catra whimpers softly, whether it was at Adora’s fingers, or her stare paired with her words, Adora will never know. But the way Catra doesn’t break eye contact and the emotion in her face somehow increases, it gives Adora a clue. 

“Adora,” Catra moans in an almost reverent way, her hands coming up to hold the blonde’s face, still rocking her hips to meet Adora’s thrusts.

Adora shuts her eyes tightly and then opens them to lock on Catra’s once again. She breathes deeply, the feel of Catra’s breast beneath her hand, and her walls clenching around her fingers only causing her to further lose herself to her emotions. 

“It’s true,” Adora huffs out. “This is all I want,” she says “what I need,” she continues. Catra caresses her cheek with each word that leaves Adora’s mouth and still bounces in her lap. The look of pure adoration behind Catra’s eyes and the gentleness in the way she holds her face make her heart practically ache. Adora removes her hand from Catra’s breast and holds onto Catra’s hand, still over her face. The jock is sure that her expression is too readable at this point, too obvious to how she feels. She finds that she doesn’t care. 

The next admission leaves her mouth without permission in a soft breath-

“You’re all I want Cat.” 

Catra only gasps. Her legs falter in their pattern and she stops completely. Adora maintains eye contact even though all she wants to do is shut them and never open them again. 

She can’t take it back. She meant it. Catra is all she’s been thinking of for weeks. She doesn’t know how she became so invested so soon, but she is, and maybe she shouldn’t have blurted it out like this, but it was only a matter of time.

Catra just continues to stare at her, her expression unreadable yet intense. Apprehension starts to grow in Adora’s heart and she wonders if she shouldn’t have said anything. With everything that had happened today she realizes that this could’ve waited. 

Adora shuts her eyes in frustration at herself and takes her hand off of Catra’s to cover her face.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” she mutters. She kind of feels like she might cry. 

“Adora,” Catra says, her voice still breathy from exertion, but clearer and more focused. 

“Cat I know,” she starts, her eyes still closed and her hand still over her face. “We don’t have to talk about it.” Adora slowly removes her fingers from Catra and wipes them off on the sheets beneath her. She’s pretty sure sex is the last thing Catra would want from her now that she knows she’s been all in her feelings this whole time. 

Goodness, why did she have to screw this up? Even if Catra did agree that there was something between them that doesn’t mean she wants to pursue a relationship or anything close to it. But Adora would. That’s practically all she wants with her. To get to call Catra hers, to tell her friends about them, to show off pictures to the team, to remind the practically dozens of people that come up to her talking about how much they want Catra that they can’t have her. It sounds like a stretch, but since they’ve gotten closer and people have seen their proximity, Catra is likely always the topic of conversation. Which she would love if it weren’t a constant reminder of the fact that the brunette could have anyone and that Adora can’t even get mad if she decides to. 

And Catra still hasn’t said anything so that might very much be the case. 

It’s almost like Catra reads her mind though, because her spiral is interrupted by Catra removing her hands from Adora’s cheeks. This makes the blonde’s heart drop and shut her eyes even tighter, the tears threatening to make an appearance. But she is surprised to feel the hands gently wrap around her hands and hold them. 

“Adora,” Catra just barely mutters.

The blonde can’t bring herself to open her eyes and face so, so she just hums in confirmation that she can hear her. 

“You’re all I want too,” Catra speaks out so softly.

There is a physical reaction to these words and Adora’s eyes widen and look at Catra for the first time since she blurted.

Catra just smiles shyly, her eyes darting back and forth between Adora and the room around them seemingly trying to avoid her eyes. 

“So you have nothing to apologize for,” she mutters with her hair starting to fall in front of her face. A pretty light brush dusts across her cheeks and Adora is once again in complete awe of the girl on top of her. She realizes though, that Catra too is nervous about this.

Adora lightly holds onto her hips to let her know that she’s sitting up and Catra slightly lifts herself up to let Adora do that. Adora’s back is resting against the bed frame and her hands remain on Catra’s hips.

“Do you,” Adora’s voice low and tentative, “want that to mean something?”

Catra’s eyes lock onto Adora’s at the question and they’re wide, but also yearning, her eyebrows scrunched as if she’s trying to see if she’s heard her correctly. 

“Well I don’t know,” she starts just as quietly, “my answer depends on what you mean by ‘something’,” she says finishing with a breathy laugh. 

Adora returns one and slightly squeezes the brunette’s small hips beneath her strong hands again. 

“I mean something more, Catra,” Adora forces out of her mouth. 

At this point, she doesn’t care if she ends up looking stupid. She will always show Catra how much she cares for her, even if that means the possibility of ruining what they have now. 

But she has a feeling she might not. 

Catra finally smiles and brings her hands to where Adora’s neck and jaw connect. Her nails graze her face gently, and Adora can tell that Catra is gearing herself to say something when…

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Both of their attentions shift to the door.