Hey, guys, first fanfiction around here and it's been sometime (years, to be true) that I last wrote something. Well, first things first, english is not my first language so forgive me any mispells and please correct me in the reviews or PM me and I will get it done. My plan for this one is a three piece kind of thing and I'm writing also to please myself with all the gay the serie didn't gave to us.
She-Ra and the Princesses of Power don't belong to me, all credit to the real authors and etcetera.
Looking away is not an option. You know it's too intense and it hurts your sharp eyes, but you can not help it. When Adora, that tiny little thing of a human, turns into She-Ra, you control yourself not to drool. Let's face it, Adora alone impresses: strong, a great warrior, strategist, funny, loyal, intelligent and as it weren't enough, incredibly hot.
But the First Ones and Ethernia decided that it wasn't enough. Then she also became She-Ra, legendary warrior, destined to unify the princesses and to restore the balance of the planet. Superhuman force she's keen to show, eyes even bluer, hair like a cascade of gold and 8 feet of pure muscle. It isn't wrong to appreciate the beauty of others. But is it being attracted to the alter ego of the loved one?
I mean, Catra and Adora never hid anything from each other. Well, the latter was fond of a straight sincerity, but the feline in turn always preferred more discreet means of informing what she felt. It did not stop their relationship from reaching another level and they lefting the Fright Zone together. Catra was happy, seriously. Even with all the glimmering of Glimmer and Bow being Bow, just waking up with Adora and going back to training with her already made her forget the dark times at the base of the Horde. Except that...
Her girlfriend was too innocent. After confessing her feelings, the most she'd ever done was hugging and sometimes holding hands. Not even a miserable kiss. Catra was no longer sure if Adora knew where the babies came from, because surely that kind of knowledge wasn't in the script when you were in the Horde. For crying out loud, they had never even seen a horse.
Anyway, after months at Bright Moon, sharing a room (a real one, not a bunker where everyone slept together) and a bed with Adora, sporting the girlfriend's title, the frustration was enough. Catra was never patient, she needed a plan or she would burst of tension and hitting something would not be enough. Many princesses would die to have as a lover a heroine with a magic sword that made her a literally goddess. No "It's dangerous to go alone, take this", but rather "The chosen one, legendary warrior" with, we have already mentioned, 8 feet of pure muscle. Catra had never even seen these muscles, she needs that experience or she's going to die. Or at least she'd convinced herself of that.
