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Adora doesn’t know how she got here. When she invited Catra over the night her suitemates were going to be out, she swears she meant it in a “We should be able to get some peace and quiet for once!” kinda way and not a “Pin me to the wall before you even get your coat off,” kinda way. But, she admits to herself, as Catra rucks her shirt up and starts running her nails across the panes of Adora’s stomach, she’s not complaining.
And sure, when she invited Catra to come over she might have been staring at her lips a little bit. Though to be fair, those lips had just been doing some very interesting things between her thighs and Adora was a bit distracted wondering what it would be like to taste herself off them.
And yeah, she may have also been a bit winded coming down off the best orgasm of her life. And that may have contributed to her voice sounding raspy in a way that Catra may have interpreted as sexy because her hands tensed where they were resting on Adora’s ass, which made Adora moan, which lead to Catra ducking in to get back at that thing she had been doing to Adora’s neck a couple minutes ago and then four rounds later when Catra sighed out an exhausted, “yeah, sure, I’ll come over when Glimmer and Bow are out,” and snuggled into Adora’s shoulder before drifting off to sleep? Maybe Adora should have expected to end up someplace similar to where she is now.
And, if she’s completely honest with herself, this is all she’s thought about since their first drunken make-out 2 days ago.
Catra, despite everything she tries to make people believe, is 5’2” and gets sloshed after 2 drinks. It took all of 45 minutes inside Phi-Beta-Koopa or whatever before Catra had downed two terrible frat screwdrivers and Adora had gotten her ass handed to her at beer bong because she forgot her hand-eye coordination sucks when she’s tipsy. Catra had to take her outside so she would stop sulking and ruining the vibe for everyone else at the party.
It was cold and neither of them had grabbed their jackets on their way out the backdoor. That’s how Adora rationalized how close they were standing at the time, at least. Catra’s face was just barely backlit by the bonfire someone had started in the backyard. But it was dark off in their little corner beside the house. They were alone. And when Catra’s ribbing got touchier and their bodies got closer there was no one around to see Adora cup Catra’s cheek with her hand and tilt her head ever so slightly to the side. There was no one else but them when Adora realized that in trying to count Catra’s freckles in the lowlight, her face had inched so close to Catra’s that she could feel her breath on her lips. The last thought she had before Catra’s lips were smashed against hers was that she loved this girl so fucking much.
By the time Glimmer came calling for them Catra was pressed up against the wall with Adora’s thigh between her legs and her tongue down Adora’s throat.
The next day Adora woke up to a text message from Catra inviting her over to her dorm that night, with no further detail or instruction or even any real mention of a specific time, except for the vague implication that she probably meant “after dinner.” They always ate dinner together so at least Adora would know when after that would be, but the rest of the day was a haze until they ended up walking to Catra’s room right from the dining hall.
And Adora thought they were going to talk about the kiss but instead they got derailed after Catra mentioned offhand that she’d had to get off to the thought of Adora’s body pressing up against hers multiple times before she could fall asleep. Then one of Adora’s hands wound up underneath Catra’s pants and there wasn’t any space for words until they both passed out and Adora woke up alone in Catra’s bed with a note saying she had to leave for work but that she’d see her tomorrow.
And now it's tomorrow and Adora’s silently thanking her past self for having the foresight to put on one of her cuter sports bras and least offensive pair of underwear this morning. Though at the rate they’re stripping as they crash into Adora’s bedroom, she’s not sure it would have mattered if she hadn’t.
She knows they need to talk. They really, really do. Adora’s not sure what they're doing other than fucking and it’s probably a good idea to set some boundaries or expectations or a wedding date before they get any deeper into whatever this is.
She reluctantly pulls off from where she’d been sucking at Catra’s pulse point, “Catraa-Oh my god.”
Catra’s grip tightens around a fistful of Adora’s hair as she guides Adora’s head back to expose her neck. Adora’s breath goes from slightly labored to gasping for air like a fish out of water in a second and she can't help the tiny whine that escapes her mouth when Catra tugs again.
“Thought so,” Catra grins, eyes lit up like someone just told her the dean’s Tesla caught fire.
She leans in close and Adora’s arms fly to Catra’s shoulders to keep herself standing as her knees buckle.
“Bet you thought I didn't notice how you nearly came with your head between my legs last night,” she whispers in Adora’s ear. Adora whines in protest as Catra drops her grip, but Catra just huffs a laugh and lets her fingers skim up and down Adora’s sensitive scalp, nails digging in ever so slightly.
“At first I thought maybe you’re just really into giving head, but then I realized,” her hand tightens into a fist again and Adora chokes out a moan loud enough she can only hope the neighbors aren't home, “that only started once I got my hands in your hair.”
“Catra,” Adora whines, high and needy. Catra’s grip is firm, but she’s gentle, never tugging hard enough to seriously hurt her scalp or jolt her neck and it just feels so good. She opens her mouth to say something, anything, but her brain feels like a car spinning out in the best possible way and the only sound that manages to escape her mouth as she ducks her head to hide it in Catra’s shoulder is an extremely intelligent, “Hmrgh.”
Catra’s breath tickles Adora’s ear as she lets out a soft laugh and her hand drops down to the base of Adora’s neck to steady her.
“Good?” She asks, pitch rising up to something closer to her usual register. Her voice wavers a little bit. It would be imperceptible to anyone else, but Adora’s been reading Catra’s tells since before she learned how to read books, so she recognizes the anxiety there.
Adora lets out a tiny smile hidden in her safe space. Her few previous sexual experiences were mostly done in silent mutual agreement to get the whole thing over with, and Adora never really felt comfortable talking about her likes or dislikes or anything else that would slow the whole process down. The fact that Catra is asking for her opinion nearly has Adora in tears. That should probably be a good indicator that she should raise her standards a little bit for the people that she hooks up with.
As if anyone is ever going to measure up to Catra, anyways.
“I liked it,” Adora murmurs in the vague direction of Catra’s head, her spot nuzzled into Catra’s shoulder feels too good to give up right now and she needs somewhere to hide the blush that's flaming her cheeks.
“That’s good,” Catra says, petting one hand through Adora’s hair. Adora can feel Catra’s small smile against the crown of her head as Catra gently rocks them back and forth. Then her lips purse and she gives a small disquieted hum, “We don't need to have sex.”
“What?” Adora says.
“I just realized I sounded kinda pushy earlier and made some assumptions about where the night was going, even though we’d never said that's where we were headed. I wanted to make sure you knew it’s cool with me if we don't have sex.”
“Oh yeah, that’s cool with me too, obviously, but like,” Adora licks her lips and remembers the feeling of Catra’s lips on hers a couple minutes ago and shifts her feet, which only serves as a reminder of how uncomfortable her underwear are. Either way Catra chooses, these really need to come off. “If you're still in the mood, then it would be cool with me, if, we, yunno…” Adora trails off as her voice jumps an uncomfortable octave, “Did it?”
Cars blinks at her incredulously. “Did what?”
“Ugh,” Adora inhales through her nose. “It would be cool if we have sex,” she tries to state as flatly as possible but can feel her face physically wince at the statement. She grimaces at her failure which does not help her case.
“How are you so good at eating pussy when you can't even say the phrase ‘have sex’ with a straight face?”
“Sounds like it would be pretty unlucky for you if I had a straight face,” Adora’s mouth says before her brain catches up with it.
“This!” Catra waves an accusatory finger in her face, “This is the shit I’m talking about! You can't say the word, but you just drop an innuendo like that with no hesitation. What the fuck is going on in your head?”
Adora pauses like she’s actually considering it for a second, “I mean if you wanna be inside me there's easier places to start than my h-”
“Stop talking.” Catra puts her head in her hands, “I think I’m getting whiplash. Genuinely, I think I’m going to develop the psychosomatic symptoms of whiplash from this conversation and I’m going to sue you for it when it happens.”
This time her brain actually does manage to get a hold of her tongue before she says something stupid, which, thank god, because “Better hope we don't have a joint bank account by then,” is definitely on some list of Top Ten Worst Things to Say to Your Best Friend With Benefits Who You Are Also in Love With. It’s a long article title but Adora’s pretty sure there are lots of people that could relate to it.
Catra takes several deep breaths while Adora resumes standing like she's 18 at prom and doesn't know what the fuck to do with her body.
“Um, sorry if I ruined the mood,” Adora starts, but Catra cuts her off before she can finish.
“No! No, you’re fine. Honestly, that cocky little smirk thing you do whenever your talk like that kinda does it for me, I just,” Catra waves her hand around and blushes. “I just need a sec.”
“I do it for you?” Adora says, feeling that smirk retaking its rightful spot on her face.
“Shut up!” Catra whines, “I wanted to top and you're making it hard.”
Adora opens her mouth, but Catra glares at her before she can get a word out. “Don't even try it with that one. That's low-hanging fruit.”
Adora shrugs in dissatisfied agreement and wills her brain to focus on the task that actually matters. “You wanted to top?” She asks completely casually, like that statement didn't immediately kick her heart rate up to medically concerning heights.
It’s not like she hadn't bottomed before. In those first two years of college, before Catra came back into her life, she’d managed to score a respectable number of hook-ups. She was mostly a bit lonely and wanted to know what all the fuss was about, so she’d just end up going along with whatever the other person wanted to do in bed a majority of the time. Bottoming always tended to stress her out more though, because there was so much less for her to do and so, so much more for her to worry about. At least when she was toping sometimes the other girl would give her instructions and she didn't have to spiral about whether she was taking too long to cum or not while her bed-partner for the night completely missed her clit.
“Yeah, I mean I had a fantastic time last night, obviously, I don't think I’ve cum that many times in one day ever,” Catra blushes as Adora preens a little, “But we didn't switch that much and I only noticed your hair thing at the end so I got a little excited fantasizing about it. If you're not up for it that's fine! I’m not really in the mood to be bossed around but we can take it 50/50.”
“You can boss me around,” Adora blurts.
Catra stops and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“You can boss me around literally whenever,” Adora repeats, eyes darting off to the side and back.
“That's… good to know,” Catra says and bites her lip. “I feel like I wanna talk more about that later, but right now I’m really horny so I’m just gonna say I’ve been thinking about railing you into your mattress since I woke up. Is that also something you want to happen?”
“Yes, please,” Adora breathes.
“Great,” Catra says and pounces back on Adora like they never stopped tearing each other’s clothes off in the first place.
Adora finds herself being walked backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She crumples immediately, clutching tight to Catra’s shoulders and causing them both to crash onto Adora’s twin xl with the kind of squeaky, awkward bounce that only a dorm mattress can provide.
Catra huffs and detangles her arm from the mess they’d made of their limbs. “Desperate,” she smirks, and swings a leg up so she's straddling Adora’s waist.
Adora opens her mouth to protest the accusation, but Catra takes the opportunity to sink her teeth into Adora’s lip and the only sound that manages to make it out of her throat is a strangled, high-pitched moan that does not help her case. Every possible retort is wiped from her brain as Catra swipes her tongue into her mouth and Adora gets completely and totally lost in the sensation of kissing her best friend.
They're both mostly naked at this point, so there’s little barrier as Catra begins to grind her pelvis into Adora’s hipbone and Adora’s hands have to scramble for purchase against Catra’s back when she realizes she’s wet.
“Shhhh,” Catra laughs under her breath, “you know how thin these walls are, I don’t want you to get a noise complaint.”
“Mph,” Adora whines, before her brain catches up and she realizes she had been moaning pretty pathetically into Catra’s mouth at the prospect of the other girl getting off on her. She feels a blush flame her face and clamps her mouth shut in mortification.
Catra laughs again and Adora’s glad at least one of them is having fun, but then Catra leans down and starts pressing short, sweet kisses across Adora’s face and jawline, and she decides she can live with it.
“It’s okay,” Catra says in between kisses, smile audible through her words even though Adora can’t see that part of her face from this angle. “It’s sexy, you’re sexy. I like watching you get all needy for me.”
“You’re just saying that,” Adora grumbles, turning her face away from the attention.
Catra bites down hard on Adora’s now inadvertently exposed pulse point, making her strain to stifle back a gasp as her hips jog up to meet Catra’s.
“Oh, trust me,” Catra says, eyes gleaming in the dark as she pushes Adora further into the mattress with one hand and she runs her fingers down Adora’s torso to skim the waistband of her briefs with the other, “I’m not.” She dips a finger underneath the elastic and drags it down for half a second before letting go and snapping the fabric right back into place.
Adora slaps a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out at the sudden soft flash of pain.
“That’s a good girl,” Catra purrs, “stay quiet for me.”
Catra’s words feel like pure electricity, and Adora thinks she’s actually going to die if she doesn’t touch her soon. She sinks her teeth into her palm and wrenches her eyes shut, doing her best to follow Catra’s orders and just make her get on with it.
It doesn't work. Catra skims her nails back up the panes of Adora’s stomach, scratching lightly as she asks, almost irreverently. “Have you been holding out on me, Adora? You’ve given me some pretty interesting,” she uses her free hand to tug gently on Adora’s hair, guiding her head to expose the other side of her neck as Adora flutters her eyes shut and offers no resistance, “reactions today.”
“W-what do you mean?” Adora stammers, fighting against the undercurrent that's been threatening to pull her down every time Catra’s gotten even the slightest bit rough with her tonight.
Catra presses a bruising kiss into the crook of Adora’s shoulder, “I mean, I think you have some nastier shit in your google search history than most people would give you credit for.”
Adora lets out a frustrated groan as she rolls her hips into Catra’s thigh, trying to get any friction at all where she needs it. It’s not very effective. She can barely move with the way Catra is pinning her to the mattress. Truthfully, she could flip them if she wanted. Adora’s always been a lot stronger than Catra, but that’s irrelevant because what’s important right now is the fact that Catra is trying to torture her.
“Are you asking me if I look at porn?” Adora asks incredulously.
“I was leading up to asking you if you know what the stoplight system is.”
Adora’s hips freeze. “I mean, it’s never a bad idea to be informed.”
“Right.”
“Like, we went to the same high school, you know our sex education program was not that good. A-and I learn better with videos and the youtube algorithm-”
“You were watching porn on youtube?!” Catra exclaims.
“No! Educational sex videos!”
“You were watching educational sex videos on youtube?!”
“Uggh,” Adora drags a hand down her face. “Like on basic safe sex stuff! Then it might have caught on because it started showing me videos about advanced safe sex stuff. So, yes, I know what the stoplight system is. My color is green in case you were wondering, but if you keep trying to edge me like this I’m gonna call red and take care of the issue myself!”
“Oh, Adora,” Catra purrs, “this is not edging.”
“Whatever! Pre-edging then, can you please get on with it.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for teasing you so much,” Catra laughs and nuzzles along Adora’s face as her hands slide back to where they are supposed to be at this point in the night.
“It’s fine, I guess I kinda liked it,” Adora grumbles with a small sigh and a smaller smile as Catra leans down to give her a soft peck on the lips.
“Mmmm,” Catra hums as her thumb skims under the edge of Adora’s underwear. “Though,” she says as her hand wanders further south and Adora lets her head sink back into the pillow with relief, “I think if you have caveats it’s technically supposed to be ‘yellow.’”
“Oh my god, Catra-AH!”
Catra swirls her fingers around Adora’s entrance and Adora instinctually flexes into the touch, her body trying in vain to get Catra inside.
“Shshsh, quiet now,” Catra soothes in a way that does nothing to temper the desperation that is somehow still growing in Adora’s stomach. “Be a good girl or else we're gonna have to stop, and we don't want that, do we, Adora?” Her name drips off Catra’s tongue like honey and Adora has to clamp a hand back over her mouth to stifle the whine that threatens to erupt from there.
“Oh good girl,” Catra praises as her middle and index fingers drag a slow line of slick up to where Adora needs it most. The first hint of contact makes Adora’s arm clench down harder on her mouth but she manages to stay quiet.
“Yeah, that's my good girl,” Catra repeats, voice almost reverent, as her fingers start a wide circle around Adora’s clit and she isn't sure if it's the relief from Catra finally touching her, the praise, or the fact Catra called her hers, but Adora swears she almost comes on the spot.
She can't help the moan that rips out from her throat at that. Catra shushes her again but honestly, Adora’s not even sure if it matters at this point. The wet sounds of Catra’s hand working her pussy are not subtle, and the shitty dorm bed creaks so loud it wakes Adora up if she breathes too hard in the middle of the night, so it's not holding up well to her legs trying to fucking learn the irish jig or something less than a minute after Catra starting actually touching her. She has got to think of a more sexy metaphor for that.
Catra must see that Adora’s losing focus because she leans down close to Adora’s face and adjusts her grip so she’s hitting Adora’s clit more directly but less often. She runs her free hand through Adora’s hair and soothes, “Hey, hey, you’re ok baby, I know I worked you up a lot ok?” Adora clenches her eyes shut as she arches her body into Catra’s touch. “Yeah, that’s it baby, I got you,” Catra says, voice full of an emotion Adora can't name, “You're being so good for me, are you close?”
Adora sinks her teeth into palm to bite back a sob as she tries her best to nod, but she's sure the motion looks wild and unhinged with the way her whole body is shaking. It feels too good. The familiar swirl of pleasure in her stomach has transformed into something that wants to rip her gut in two and it's rising faster than she can stop it. She can't help it, she’s just too loud and she can't control the way her body is thrashing against Catra’s touch and part of her is mortified but the other part is in pure ecstasy and she can't tell which one is going to win before her brain shorts out completely.
“Relax, let it happen,” Catra orders in a whisper, face inching closer to Adora’s by the second. “Come for me, Adora, be a good girl and come for me.”
Adora’s eyes shoot open for a second, just long enough to see Catra’s staring back at hers in absolute awe, and then she’s clenching them shut as she throws her head back and comes harder than she ever has before in her life. Her arms scrabble for purchase against Catra’s back, anything to steady her against the rolling tide of her body as it arches uncontrollably into the girl she's been in love with for as long as she's known what love is.
Catra catches her lips in the midst of it, and Adora knows she's not adding much into the kiss as moans into her mouth, but the steady press of her lips still helps to ground her through the whole experience. She gets better as she comes back down, eventually becoming an active participant somewhere around when Catra’s hand slows and the aftershocks come rolling in.
Adora lets her grip on Catra’s incredibly nicely toned back muscles loosen and slides her hands up to cup Catra’s face and pull her in even closer. “That was amazing,” she breathes, when she feels like she can survive a few seconds where Catra’s lips aren't pressed against hers.
Catra lets out a small giggle, a giggle, this officially the best day of Adora’s life, and kisses her deeper, settling more of her weight onto Adora’s torso. It's amazing. It’s like if a weighted blanket was a girl.
“And to think I haven't even gotten your underwear off yet,” Catra says, nipping Adora’s lips as she pulls back.
Adora feels a blush overtake her face. She had completely forgotten, for a moment, that she was an incredibly anxious and self-conscious person.
“I-,” She protests. “You-,” She cuts herself off. “You got me extremely worked up and you're not being very fair,” is the excuse she lands on, which she emphasizes with a pout.
“Awww,” Catra says, biting the underside of her jaw and sliding a hand down to slide under her briefs, actually pulling them down a little this time, “Can I make it up to you?”
Adora tosses her head back onto the pillow in surrender. “Fuck, if you kept talking to me like that you can do anything to me,” she says, meaning anything from ‘ride my face until I suffocate’ to ‘take me to laser tag instead of a fancy dinner on our hypothetical five year anniversary.’
“I can't believe I had no idea how easy it was to get you this turned on,” Catra laughs, sounding only slightly more amused than aroused.
“You think about turning me on a lot?” Adora smirks with the parts of her face that are still capable of that level of muscle control, attempting to cover up how much she's invested in the answer.
“Shut up and help me get you naked,” Catra deflects in typical Catra fashion, Adora figures she can wait on that resolution once she stops dripping cum onto her bedsheets. Fuck, she doesn't have any extra sheets now that she thinks about it. Maybe Catra will let her stay over at her place if she asks really nicely because she is not feeling up for laundry right now.
Catra is too transfixed to notice Adora’s momentary spiral as she tugs her underwear down until Adora can shimmy and kick them the rest of the way off. “There you are, beautiful,” she murmurs, thumb making small circles on Adora’s hipbone as she sweeps her eyes over the new expanse of skin revealed in front of her.
“Shut up,” Adora blushes and instinctively tries to close her legs in embarrassment.
“No.” Catra orders in a snap, hand pushing light pressure down to keep her legs in place. “Be good for me and keep them open, I want to see what I do to you.”
Adora gasps as her hips arch into Catra’s hand and she feels her cunt twitch. It's so deliciously possessive, she thinks, shivering as Catra swirls two fingers around her dripping center and teases them up and back down her inner folds. She can’t think of a time in her life when she didn't want to be anything but Catra’s, but now the sentiment has seemed to increase tenfold. She wants to be good for Catra like she needs to breathe. She wants to give her everything, every fucking part of her she can take.
“Yours-” She chokes out, rocking her hips trying to get Catra’s dexterous fingers where she needs them. There’s no way to form her mouth around the words she wants to say, the last shred of her sanity clinging onto the fact that she cannot make this weird. It’s just sex with a bestie to Catra. She doesn't want Adora the way Adora wants to give herself to her. It’s casual, Adora has to keep it casual.
“What’s that?” Catra asks, nibbling on her earlobe, “Mine?” Her voice is thick with lust as she increases the pressure on Adora’s center. It really could be a genuine question or it could be rhetorical, slightly demeaning, and possessive as hell, and the distant rational part of Adora’s brain is aware of that. But, the sex-addeled, horned-up portion of her brain that is becoming more and more prominent with every swipe of Catra’s fingers, narrows in on the latter interpretation, and runs with it.
Adora does not keep it casual. Even if she’d managed to quell the full body spasm that wracked her body or the damn-near shout of pleasure that ripped its way out of her throat at Catra’s words, she wouldn't have been able to hide the gush of wetness that immediately coated Catra’s fingers the second she implied that Adora is hers.
“Oh,” Catra breathes, sounding every bit as winded as Adora feels, “Mine.”
The tip of Catra’s finger dips into Adora and she is helpless to stop her eyes from rolling back as a surge of pleasure jolts through her body at the intrusion.
“Yes!” Adora moans, whether at the feeling of Catra inside her or at her words, it doesn't matter. “Fuck! Yes, please, fuck, Catra, I need you,” she's babbling, she knows she’s babbling, but it's not like she can help it when Catra’s touching her like that.
“It’s ok princess, I’ve got you,” Catra murmurs as she eases a finger into her and drags it along her front wall.
And, oh, that’s good. Everything is so fucking good, it's not fair. She might actually whine something to that effect because Catra laughs and places a chaste kiss to her cheek while her finger picks up pace.
It doesn't take long until she's begging for more and Catra is so kind to her because the words are barely out of her mouth before she slides another digit in. Adora thought there was no way she could get more lost than she already was but somehow Catra pushes her deeper under the haze of pleasure and she forgets that anything has ever mattered other than Catra, and her fingers, and faster, and harder.
Catra finds a steady pace that makes the bed creak under her. The obscene noise of Catra's fingers drilling in and out of her mix with the gasps spilling out of her mouth as Catra murmurs words Adora doesn't quite have the brainspace to decipher. It should be mortifying, but with Catra, it's not. Adora barely trusts her body to herself, but to Catra? Adora would give her her life, her body, any of it. Any part of her that Catra wants Adora, would trust her to keep it safe. She doesn't need to worry right now, Catra has her. For the moment, Catra has her.
Adora almost misses the sharp gasp that tumbles from Catra’s mouth before she surges forward and places a searing kiss on lips without warning. One of Adora’s legs gets caught in the crossfire and get pushed up and to the side, tilting her pelvis up and opening a new angle for Catra to thrust deeper than she had before. Adora cries out from the burn that erupts from the back of her thigh at the stretch, but the feeling is quickly cut off with a burst of intense pleasure when Catra's rhythm abruptly recovers and sends her fingers slamming into a part of her that Adora didn't even know she had.
Her whole body quakes as she struggles to maintain any sort of coordination at all to kiss Catra back, but it's a losing game as Catra’s palm connects with her clit and throws Adora’s head back into the pillow with a near-scream. Catra gets the memo as the hand not currently between Adora’s legs makes its way there to give some easy attention to her clit.
Adora struggles to gasp air into her lungs while Catra hovers above her. She feels the orgasm building and there's nothing she can do to stop it, but still, when Catra bites her lip and rasps, “You’re being such a good girl, do you want to be my good girl and cum for me?” Adora goes flying off the edge with more ferocity than she knew her body could handle.
She’s never had consecutive orgasms before. She usually just jerks one out as quickly as she can manage before moving on with her life, but Catra does not seem to share that same value of efficiency. She does her best to meet Adora as her body bucks and writhes and her hands go scrambling down Catra’s back, and it works because as soon as one wave of ecstasy crashes over Adora the next is already surging in its place.
It could go on for hours as much as Adora’s aware, it feels like there's no end to the blinding pleasure Catra’s hands can draw from her body, but finally Catra slows her rhythm and eases Adora back down to earth.
Awareness creeps back into her in the small realizations of the unpleasant clamminess of her sweaty skin and the scratchiness of her hair against the nape of her neck. Her pussy feels downright drenched and when Catra carefully slides her fingers out she whines at the loss. Catra makes a sound like a coo and shifts like she's going to take Adora into her arms and hide her from all the terrors of this cruel world that she had the audacity to drop her back into, but the movement jostles the leg Catra accidentally smashed herself across and Adora starts at the pain with a hiss.
“Oh shit, you okay?” Catra asks, hands frantically hovering over Adora as she pushes herself into a strenuous half-seated position up on her elbows.
“I’m fine, I think I might have just pulled my hamstring a little,” Adora winces as she coaxes her offended leg back into a natural resting position.
“Shit, fuck, sorry I wasn't thinking-” Catra panics before Adora interrupts her spiral.
“It’s fine,” she grits through a brave smile as she cautiously massages the muscle down her thigh. Now that the initial twinge has passed, the pain is quickly fading into something more manageable and she breathes a sigh of relief that she’s not going to have to take any time off practice. “It just aches a bit. I’ll probably be limping tomorrow, but I mean, after what you just did to me? That was probably a given,” she laughs.
“Shut up,” Catra huffs through her teeth and elbows Adora gently in the shoulder, to which Adora responds by collapsing back down onto the bed, and pulling Catra down with her.
Her brain wants to spiral, she can feel the anxiety building below the surface, but when she holds Catra tighter and ducks her face into the crook of her neck, the feeling fades into the background and she hums happily.
She understands why people describe the feeling after sex as afterglow now. Her body feels alight in Catra’s arms, not the same out-of-body pleasure that she burned with a few minutes ago, but in a gentle sense of rightness and comfort that warms her skin and calms her mind.
Catra’s hands brush up and down her sides. Her fingers are still a bit damp and Adora shivers as she remembers why that is and what those fingers felt like inside her. Adora feels the smile on Catra’s lips as she drops a small kiss to the top of her head and wipes her fingers off on Adora’s sheets.
“Mphf, gross,” Adora whines in protest at her defiled sheets from her spot hiding in Catra’s shoulder.
Catra laughs, “Princess, I don't know if you can't tell since you're laying in it, but that is the least of the reasons why you’re going to have to change your sheets now."
Adora shifts a little bit and blanches when she realizes Catra is right.
Catra laughs again and pulls them onto their sides, as far away from the giant wet spot as they're going to get in a twin-size bed.
“I don't-I don't have another pair,” Adora mutters sheepishly.
Catra rolls her eyes, “That's fine we can be gross for one night and sleep on top of the comforter with a blanket or something.” She rests her chin on top of Adora’s head, “You should really go pee though, you're gonna get a UTI.”
Adora’s face scrunches at the indignity of being asked to leave Catra’s arms. “Hey, you didn't pee after last time!!”
“And? My advice is good, but that doesn't mean I always have to take it,” Catra retorts with a gentle, teasing haughtiness.
“And I do?” Adora complains.
“Uh, yeah, because I'm in love with you or whatever, now get up and go pee about it,” Catra kicks her legs lightly like they're kids play sparring.
Adora freezes. “What?”
Catra’s brows knit together in confusion. “Go pee? To prevent bacteria from getting up your urethra?”
“No,” Adora springs up and pushes Catra back into the mattress by her shoulder. “You said you’re in love with me.”
“Obviously?” Catra says from under her, like it’s something Adora should know, and then her eyes widen a smidge in realization, “Oh shit did I not say it back?”
“What?!”
“Oh shit I totally forgot to say it back.”
“What?!!?”
“When you told me you loved me outside the frat house and then we made out for like a full 30 minutes?”
“What?!?!?!!”
Catra’s face pales, “Fuck, you meant that like as besties didn't you? Fuck, I’m such an idiot. I’m so fucking stupid. Adora, fuck, I-”
“I’m in love with you too!!” Adora blurts.
Catra’s outward spiral pauses and she looks back up at Adora with awe, “Really?” Then her eyebrows crease back together and she sends her hands flying up the best she can with how Adora has her pinned to the mattress. “Then what's the hold up!! I thought we knew that and we’ve been fucking about it for 2 days!!”
“We have!!” Adora exclaims, then averts her gaze. She remembers the moment right before the kiss where she felt like she was going to explode looking into her best friend’s eyes. Adora had always felt strongly, and her love for Catra felt like it was too big to fit in her body, especially when she was drunk and euphoric from the party. Apparently, it had been too big to hold inside.
“I, uh, just didn't realize I said that part out loud,” she mutters.
“You just didn't realize you said that part out loud,” Catra draws out each word so Adora can hear the incredulity behind every syllable.
Adora sits up so she's straddling Catra’s lap and covers her face with her hands. “I was drunk!” She defends, “My impulse control is terrible on a good day, and you are way too beautiful to go around standing half-lit by firelight with that cocky-ass smirk you do, and then using your fingers to squeeze my bicep, teasing me, telling my all about how I shouldn't let my ‘jock brain’ get all worked up or whatever like you don't even know what is does to me when you drop your voice low like that?” Adora’s voice trails off with a huff.
Catra sits up to squeeze Adora’s hip with a tiny bite of her short nails, reminding Adora that she is on top of Catra and that they are both incredibly naked right now. “Like what?” She asks, like it's an innocent question and not like she didn't purposefully pitch her voice low and raspy to make Adora’s mind blank out.
Luckily, the requisite time it takes for Adora to tackle Catra back into the bed for another searing kiss spares her a minute to think of a comeback. “At least I didn't say it for the first time while telling you to pee,” she whispers against Catra’s lips.
Catra’s whole face grimaces in disgust. Adora bursts out laughing.
“Fine,” Catra admits with a twinge of lighthearted spite as she follows up to a seated position. “You forgot you said it, I forgot to say it, we’re both lesbians of action, let’s get some fruit.”
Adora reels in her laughter enough to say, “I do love you though.” Her cheeks ache with the effort of smiling. It's the best thing she’s ever felt in her life.
Catra smiles back, “I love you too, dummy.”
Adora kisses her just because she can. It’s soft and it’s perfect and she wants to do it until she dies.
Catra breaks the kiss and sighs. “I should have known something was up when you kept looking surprised every time I reciprocated a move. I thought you were just getting used to the novelty of it.”
“Oh, trust me, I was.”
“But it makes sense that your filter would get ahead of you,” Catra ignores her and finishes.
“Hey, what's that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you barely have control over your filter when your head is on straight, do you even remember what you were screaming like 5 minutes ago?”
Adora guffaws, “I wouldn't say I was screaming.”
Catra raises an eyebrow.
Adora thinks back to the end of everything and blanches. “Oh wow, I am so gonna get a noise complaint.”
“Yep,” Catra pops the ‘p’ proudly.
She covers her face with her hands but Catra laughs and gently peels one off to press a kiss to her lips. Adora kisses back and deepens it for just a second before Catra pulls back.
“I like it,” she nips Adora’s lip and makes her whine a little. Catra huffs a laugh and kisses her deeper, “You’re such a noisy bottom.”
This time Adora breaks off the kiss. “I- not always!” She defends.
Catra leers. “Oh, I remember,” she says, biting her lip and giving Adora a once over like she's cataloging all the memories of how that body made her body fall apart so many times the night before. “I think you just don't like being in charge so much,” she concludes.
Adora opens her mouth and closes it. Catra has always been able to see through her the way nobody else could. That had also been a conclusion she’d drawn for herself after the hours of youtube educational sex videos.
“And do you uh,” she clears her throat as the nerves threaten to stifle her. “Do you want to be in charge while I top?”
Catra gives her a look like she's seriously considering it. “No,” she decides with some amount of conflict. “I think we should probably hold on getting freakier than we already have been before talking about it, and I think we should have a girlfriend talk.”
Adora can't say she isn't slightly disappointed, but she knows Catra’s right. They have accumulated a ridiculous amount of misunderstandings in the past 48 hours because they were too busy taking turns fucking each other into the nearest available surface to do anything else.
Thinking about actually talking about her sexual feelings makes her feel kind of simultaneously horny and nauseous, but that’s just what being raised Catholic will do to you. Then her auditory processing catches up with Catra’s last statement and her brain short circuits.
“‘Girlfriend’ talk?” She asks. A smile splits across her face and for once she feels no need to suppress it.
Catra blushes. “Just like, I dunno, are we girlfriends? just dating? figuring it out? Are we telling people immediately or waiting a bit?”
“Nuh-uh,” Adora says, throwing her arms over Catra’s shoulders to draw her in, “You said ‘girlfriend.’ No take-backsies. You're locked in. Loaded. In it for the long haul. Through sickness and in health. Richer or poorer. Good times and bad and all the rest”
Catra laughs, “Ok, but some of those are marriage vows.”
Adora shrugs, “We’ll get to it then.”
“We will?”
Adora feels her face grow hot. “I mean, uh, maybe one day in the future.”
Catra smiles and draws her in for a kiss. “Maybe one day in the future I’ll hold you to that.”
Adora cuddles back into the arms of the girl she loves and hopes that she does.