It was second nature for Catra to find the highest point in any structure around her when she was upset. Her thoughts just seemed clearer in the air, things were calmer when she could physically climb above it all. She'd found it in a seemingly abandoned tower several stories above the heavily trafficked halls of the palace within her first few days there. Her particular favorite nook was in the highest archway that had a crown molding that dipped lower, making a perfect cradle just big enough for her and Melog to curl into snugly. It faced eastward so that it caught all the rays from the rising sun, and Catra was addicted to feel of the warmth on her fur when she needed to ground herself. Today was the first time in a week or so that she'd been back, a fact that Melog had pointed out to her when they realized where they were going.
She basked in the sunlight, leaned back against Melog with her eyes closed, very near to sleep. That strange hum they made was like a lullaby to her, so it was easy to sink into their side with no worries of disturbance. The beaming sunshine had dried her completely, so now she was just wrapped in the blanket of heat.
"Catra! Hey kid!"
Until her name and a sharp whistle roughly jerked her off the precipice and back into Bright Moon, making both her and Melog puff up with indignant hisses. "Gods, what? I'm trying to sleep!" Catra gave a frustrated snarl, throwing her hands in the air in defeat. "Why can't anyone here just let me fucking sleep when I actually can?" The last part was more a grumble to herself than a question to Netossa, who was grinning up at her.
Of course it was Rope Slinger. She was the only one that knew about their little hideyhole, having followed Catra there once after a slight disagreement with Adora that Catra had stomped away from, almost a month ago. That had been the first real conversation they'd had since the night Netossa came to her about Spinnerella when she had been chipped. It was the first time Catra opened up to someone that wasn't Adora or Melog, and it had felt... relieving. Netossa had understood, and had given her sound advice on how to try to listen to Adora before reacting.
"Being cooped up in that room for hours has me ready for some target practice!" Netossa called up to Catra now, who scowled lightly at her.
Her heart wasn't in it, though. She actually liked the old lady. Well, she wasn't old. Older. Whatever. The princess still moved like she was Catra's age, and those energy nets she made were no joke. Catra had been victim to them in war and peace, whether Netossa was trying to subdue her for real; or whether she was just enjoying watching her dance in sparring.
"Fine." She could handle some net dodging for a while. Maybe by the time they were done, Fish Girl would have the room dry again and she could sleep in her own bed. But
she wouldn't hold her breath for that, either. Thinking about it was pissing her off all over again, so she huffed and gave a jerk of her head to Melog to follow her. They made a noise of confirmation and disappeared, but Catra could still feel her friend's... vibrations? It was hard to name what exactly the bond connecting them was, other than just... Melog's magic.
There was a bust across the way from her chosen nook, her stepping stone as she jumped from the arch, then from the bust to a window sill across from there. She finally landed gracefully in front of Netossa, who rolled her eyes playfully at the cocky display of agility. Catra only grinned, and it widened and became even more arrogant when she saw Netossa's dark eyes dart to her exposed neck under her collar. But it faltered when Netossa threw her head back and started to laugh, the sound echoing out into the hall.
Catra could feel her own face start to darken. She began to feel chagrined, thinking that maybe Netossa was mocking her. Then it shifted to surprise in an instant when the princess reached out and gave her a supportive slap on the back. There was a disarming grin still lingering on her lips, though she had let her laughter die off. It was still hard sometimes to accept the reality that these former enemies had become... something not enemies. It was easy to slip into her old ways of over analyzing everyone until she saw nothing left but meat and bones.
But she was working on it, along with many other things.
"Okay," Netossa announced in a way that made Catra wary that she was about to be lectured. "You were definitely smiling at me like you have some kind of secret I don't know about. Let me tell you something, kid: I wrote the book."
Catra gave a snort of amusement, cracking a half grin. "Yeah, okay, old woman. Slow down before you bust a hip."
Their banter had developed naturally in an almost unnerving way. Catra had never had that ease of self in anyone's presence but Adora's, and there had been caveats to that, as well. But Netossa was just... laid back. She was just easy to like in the way that Catra hadn't even realized it was happening until it was too late and she had made... a friend. On her own. Not like Glimmer and Bow, whom she had through Adora, despite the developing friendships she had now with them both, separately. It just... was different. Netossa went out of her way to know her, and Catra... appreciated the gesture.
"Ha, you wouldn't be walking around here looking like Adora's last meal if I had busted hips. Spinny said Adora asked her about some stuff a few days ago. That advice comes from experience, you know." She laughed at the disgusted grimace Catra gave at the immediate mental image of the two older women doing anything like what she and Adora had done.
"Looks like you guys had some practice." Netossa nudged Catra in the side with an elbow. "Congratulations, kid. We're happy for you two."
Catra scowled at the blood infusing in her face again, and looked away with a nonchalant shrug. "It was bound to happen sometime." She paused awkwardly, pursing her lips, then added almost grudgingly, "But thanks. I guess."
They walked in silence for a few more seconds before Netossa cleared her throat lightly. "You know we knew? Before you all came back from... there." She carefully avoided saying Prime's name, a fact Catra was deeply grateful for. If there was a boogeyman to replace Shadow Weaver for her, it was him and the things he'd done to violate her.
"Knew what?" Catra scratched an imaginary itch behind her ear, trying to play off her discomfort at the memory of the ship and everything that had occurred there.
"That you and Adora were suckers for one another. I watched you on the battlefield. You never engaged with anyone the way you would with Adora, or She-Ra. It was so deeply personal between you that it broke our hearts for you both every time you met. Listening to Adora rant about you in war councils was like listening to someone list off every reason they ever loved a former partner... cursing you in one breath, and then praising you with the next."
Catra's heart clenched in her chest, but she didn't allow herself to react to it. "Scorpia used to say the same thing. 'Adora, Adora, Adora.' It pissed me off so much when someone pointed it out. Scorpia. Lonnie. Adora." Catra scoffed again, but it was more fond than spiteful. "'Admit it, you like me.'" She smiled ruefully. "I was so stupid."
"You were both children. Children that were pitted against each other from the start. That evil hag saw you two for what you were and did everything she could to stop it." Netossa's voice suddenly held venom at the thought of Shadow Weaver, and Catra just nodded lamely. That was an emotion she didn't want to feel in the company of anyone but Adora.
It was too easy to slip back into the memory of that First One's ruin, that massive explosion... that shattered face she had always wondered about. Shadow Weaver's last words, that last audacity to infer she had any modicum of control over her and Adora's future. As if her sacrifice in favor of Catra's had anything to do with how she loved Adora, and not that the bitch knew Adora wouldn't leave Catra. They were each other's weakness and strength rolled into one, and Adora was in a race to her own sacrifice. Shadow Weaver had just used their love against them once more before she died.
Catra's pulse started to rise, but she took a deep breath in through her nose to try to catch the attack before it started. She let it out slowly, then felt a bump on her right hand as Melog appeared to give her hand a lick. They did not fade again, and Catra felt better with their physical presence. She steadied herself with a hand resting on their head, and decided to be honest with Netossa instead of avoiding it. Avoiding it had never done her any favors.
"I know that. I knew it then. That's the part that's so messed up. I knew how fucked up I was being, and I... forced myself to not care. I had to be better than Adora, had to beat her, had to show everyone I wasn't second best... I convinced myself that I was better for it, stronger. Because you were wrong that day when you named all our weaknesses."
Netossa gave her a studious look from the corner of her eye, then nodded to herself. "I wasn't sure you knew that Adora was your weakness, yet," she admitted, and Catra's tail swooshed with the realization Netossa had known all along. "And I didn't want to knock you off that high horse you were riding with a hard truth. I picked a lesser evil so I wouldn't embarrass you both."
That imaginary itch was on the back of her neck now, right where the scar from the implant was, and she gave a scratch at it to process what she was learning now. Netossa was observant as fuck, and apparently so was her wife. Something clicked with that thought. "You only knew it because Spinnerella is yours." She stated it as a fact, and Netossa gave her a nod in acknowledgment. "So... were we obvious about how we felt. Great. You knew because it's how you feel about your wife."
"Well, mostly. But it wasn't hard to see, Catra. You two are... kind of adorable."
Catra gave a shove into Netossa's side with a hiss, her tail poofing slightly with her disgruntled state. "We are not adorable."
Gods, we totally are adorable. Ugh, gross.
Her tail swung back and forth in contemplation. Adora was a terrible actress, but apparently so was she, except for herself. Because at a certain point in time, she had honestly believed she was better off without that tether to another person, a person she no longer trusted. Her act had become her. But even at Catra's absolute lowest point, they could still see how deep it was for her and Adora. They were as real as the magic that now freely encased Etheria. And it felt like their love was just as old, no matter how recently it was acknowledged.
Because fuck... she had always loved Adora.
"Believe what you want, we all have eyes, kid. Bow is the only one that gushes about it when you're not around, though." Netossa chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "That boy has a heart the size of Bright Moon."
Catra rolled her eyes. "Better than him appearing out nowhere every time I fucking sneeze to coo at me."
They were drawing closer to the base, where Catra could hear guards going through drills on the grounds. It was odd to her how familiar it felt, like Bright Moon might actually be a home for her now the way the Fright Zone had once been... no, that wasn't right, not really. Because the Fright Zone had only been home for as long as Adora had been there. When she left... Catra took another deep breath, releasing slowly. That didn't matter, anymore. It needed to be left in the past, another block upon which to build. Their foundation had to come from somewhere, right? Negative into a positive, like she had heard Perfuma tell Glimmer.
They made their way down to the grove of trees on the south side of the city, and Catra breathed in the scent of their leaves, smiling softly at the sound of the wind blowing through them. There were just some things about Etheria that she wholly enjoyed, and the trees were one of them. They made her want to climb, and climbing was therapeutic. Yeah, Netossa knew her pretty well.
Pushy old woman, Catra thought to herself with a smile. She reached up towards the sky to stretch her muscles, but frowned when she felt the tug of the sleeves on her shoulders, restricting her movement just enough to be a bother. She looked at her right arm, raising an eyebrow at the seam, then extended her claws as she tugged, cutting it cleanly free. She repeated the same process with the left sleeve, and Netossa chuckled at her.
"Gonna need what flexibility you can get, kid. Let me know when you're ready to be embarrassed. Every net that gets you is a point. Every one you dodge is a point."
Catra narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "No, because you'll cheat and use the dome."
Netossa placed a hand over her heart, and gave Catra a solemn look that was laced with laughter in her dark eyes. "I swear, no domes. But no Melog, either. I like a challenge, and you're fast alone. That's why this is always fun."
"Fine, no Melog." Catra gave a stroke down their head as they rumbled in slight disappointment. She glanced back up at Netossa as Melog slunk away to watch, a cocky grin tugging up on one side of her mouth.
"But," she added slowly, shifting her weight back and coiling her thighs. "Flattery isn't going to make me go easy on you, old woman!" Catra cackled as she leapt for a branch just over Netossa's head, making the princess shriek and duck to avoid her feet. But Catra hadn't been aiming for her, and she made a clean sweep, her claws easily gripping the bark as she used her momentum to swing up and on to her feet. She paused just long enough to savor the shocked look on Netossa's face, then yelped and jumped away when the princess's right hand began to glow white.
"You're gonna pay for that, you little fur ball!"
Net balls were flying right for her as Netossa chased her and aimed for her path, but Catra managed to keep her movement in the branches erratic enough to avoid them... until she didn't. The fifth net caught her by the ankle on a pivot, and she grunted as her entire front collided with a wide arm of an ancient tree. She tried to roll away, but the magical cords were already wrapped around her. She was suddenly upside down, and slowly spinning in place as she pouted at being caught, and Netossa was strutting up to her.
"Hmm. Should I let the cat out of the bag?"
Catra groaned loudly as her view spun. "That was terrible. Just like your aim. This is one point to my four. Do you want to try for more, or are you tired already?"
"I'm taking it easy on you because you had a rough morning," Netossa deflected with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Thanks, grandma," Catra said sarcastically. "Now let me out of here before I puke."
When they actually started again, Catra believed her. She moved just as smoothly as she had before through the foliage, but no matter where she went, she felt those eyes on her with every swing and run, each one matched by Netossa always being a step right behind her. The next three caught her perfectly every time, and on the last one, Netossa left her plastered to the grass long enough to remind her that they were now tied at four.
"Doesn't matter! The game isn't over until one of us can't move anymore." She pushed against the threading, but as always, it was snug and didn't budge. Stupid magic.
"Looks like you're having trouble doing that right now."
"You know what I meant!" Though she would never admit it, she was getting tired, and she was hungry. She hadn't eaten that morning, and Netossa had let her run for a while between each actual release of energy. The threat of her hands glowing had kept Catra moving, knowing if she stopped for even a second, she was caught. Considering no sleep, sex with Adora, no food, and that run... yeah, it made sense why she was beat.
It seemed she wasn't the only one that noticed. "One more. Point is winner."
"Fine. Let's go." Catra braced herself for the moment she felt the pressure around her disappear, then launched herself off once more, running with everything inside of herself. Her body was on fire with the efforts, but the trees did provide just enough cover to hide when she adjusted to go a different route, Netossa still on her heels but barely. It seemed like Catra was finally gaining ground.
There was a flash of white behind her, just out of her peripheral on the right. She dodged left, but Netossa had been counting on it: She feinted and sent the net to the opposite side, snatching Catra in mid stride.
"Whoop! That's my game!"
Catra gave a deep sigh at her defeat, but she told herself not to be a sore loser, because this had served its sole purpose: she didn't want to murder Mermista anymore, and she was calm enough to function until she could sleep. For all the conversation on the walk, to the actual game, Netossa had been... awesome.
"You're lucky I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm hungry." She wasn't going to bend in front of her, though. "Good game, grandma."
"It was. Wanna go grab some food on the way back?"
Catra shrugged. "Adora is probably still busy, so sure." She tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice, but failed because Netossa gave her a sideways look as they started to walk back towards the city.
"Still feeling frisky?" It was asked in a knowing tone that didn't give Catra a lot of room to disagree, but she hissed lightly, anyway, just a small warning to leave it alone. But of course it was ignored. "That's really normal. Nothing to be ashamed about, kid."
Catra grabbed her upper left arm, shrugging a little. "I'm not ashamed. It's just new. We didn't exactly have sex education in the Horde, you know?"
Netossa nodded. "I do. Spinny tells me everything, Catra. So, I know what she and Adora discussed. Adora asked about what came after kissing, because – "
" – because we felt like we were going to catch on fire and we're dummies that didn't realize why our bodies were doing stuff." Catra cut her off, blushing furiously. "And yeah, Puffs helped. A lot. It's like, we knew we wanted to touch, but didn't know how."
Netossa's face softened into sympathy instead of mirth, and she gave Catra a gentle nudge. "What if I told you that what Spinny told Adora was just the basics? That's there's more?"
"More?"
Catra's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, her mind flashing back to every touch they'd given each other, every button they had pushed. It was so heavy in her memory that she couldn't begin to fathom how there could be more when Adora had literally blinded her with pleasure several times. Pleasure so profound that she was feeling a stirring behind her navel at that moment, even just remembering. If there was more... Gods, what the fuck were they going to do when they were trapped on Darla with Entrapta, Bow, and Glimmer once they took off on their mission? How would they find privacy for what they'd already done together, much less for more?
Netossa threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a sideways hug, and reached up to give her hard rub on the head that hurt with the friction. "Hey!" Catra snatched herself free, batting Netossa away.
"There is so much more. Adora is magic, first of all. That is always fun. You can get really creative. There is position, technique, speed...toys. Dirty talk."
Catra's ears twitched as her face heated, and her eyes widened. "Toys? Dirty talk?"
Netossa nodded sagely. Catra got the feeling that she enjoyed this teaching role she'd asserted for herself, and she couldn't deny that a part of her was thankful for it. She really would have been lost on the feelings thing for the last few weeks without the older woman's input, whether it was welcome at first or not.
"The combination of both is my personal favorite. But hey, this stuff is personal, I get it. Tell me to shut the fuck up whenever you want." Netossa shrugged nonchalantly. "We don't mind talking about it because we realize there is a lot the two of you don't know or understand, yet." Always with the "we". She and Spinnerella were a unit, and Catra had mixed feelings about it when she first met them on the battlefield, annoyed at how well they worked together. But now she... admired it. It was something she wanted with Adora one day, if she could manage it without fucking it up for them both.
Catra's tail swished hard in her indecision. It was embarrassing as hell, but she wanted to know. Adora had been brave enough to ask Spinnerella, so why couldn't she listen to what Netossa had to say? It would be a lot of blushing, but it would be worth it if she could use the advice later with Adora, right? She chewed her bottom lip in thought, giving a nervous glance at Melog when they spoke up for the first time in a while.
"Try it, Catra," they suggested lightly. "Maybe it will help with the insecurity."
"Or just make me want to crawl into a hole and die," she muttered back to them darkly, making them rumble with a chuckle.
"What did they say?" Netossa asked curiously, giving a fond smile at Melog. "Sounded encouraging."
Catra growled lowly. "It was. Look, I want to know about it. But not in the middle of the market." She scoffed at herself for going soft around the edges where it concerned Adora and their situation. Besides, she kind of hated the fact that Adora was more educated on the subject than she was. If Netossa could tell her things that Spinnerella hadn't mentioned to Adora, then she could one up her and surprise her in a very good way all at once. The thought perked her right back up, steeling her for the awkwardness of such a conversation.
"So, let's get food and find somewhere to talk. You said you know what Puffs said to Adora?" Catra asked, raising an eyebrow at Netossa, who seemed confused at the sudden shift in her demeanor.
"Yeah?"
Catra grinned deviously. "Excellent. I want to know everything she didn't say. And knowing the both of you, I have a feeling Puffs left out the stuff that would make Adora blush."
Netossa met her evil grin with one of her own, catching on quickly to where this was going. "Absolutely. Come on, kid. Let's get that food and talk. You're about to learn from the best."
"...so that's what Fish Girl meant this morning when Adora said we were coming and she said 'again'? Oh, yeah, she's gonna get it." Catra ran her fingers through her hair, her face still slightly warm from the conversation they were having. She'd just learned that the explosion that happened when they had sex was commonly referred to as "coming", so that jibe Mermista had given them made a lot more sense. She felt stupid that she had so blatantly shown how naive she was by asking what the obvious dig had meant.
"Oh, that's low." Netossa shook her head at Mermista's joke. "She knows you two are practically babies regarding this stuff."
Catra's hackles rose and she glared at Netossa, her temper flaring so much that even Melog turned red and hissed at her. "We're not babies!"
"No, but yes. You're new to this, so you're young in experience, if not years... which, compared to me and Spinny, you're actually babies." Netossa snorted in amusement at their reactions, tearing a piece of bread free to pop it into her mouth. "It isn't an insult, and I'm not disregarding what you two have accomplished, or have potential for accomplishing. So calm down." She dusted her hands off, giving Catra a serious look. "I am only trying to help."
Catra deflated, sagging into a slump and looking at anything but the princess. "I know. Sorry," she mumbled, forcing the last word out. Apologizing when she knew she had fucked up was still hard for her, but it wasn't impossible, and the discomfort of it wasn't what it once had been. Another thing she was working on, and an area she had made noticeable improvement.
"All good, just saying." She raised an eyebrow when Catra shifted her gaze back towards her somewhat guiltily. "If I wanted to insult you, I'd just tell you how badly you stink after running for a few hours."
The jab immediately lessened the pressure on Catra's shoulders, and she rolled her eyes. "Like you smell like a bundle of gray bars right now."
"What?"
Oh, yeah. She wouldn't get it. "Never mind. What else you got that can melt Adora's face off when I say it?" It was as much a deflection as it was genuine curiosity, because they had barely scratched the surface of the conversation when Mermista's shitty joke clicked in her head.
"How many different ways do you know how to say 'let's do it'?"
A few hours later found Catra curled up in her bed, fur freshly scrubbed clean of dirt, sleeping soundly. A dip in the soft mattress would have once woken her with a start, but the hand on her naked back was reassuring to the fact it was Adora slipping in beside her. The warrior molded her front to her back, both of her arms wrapped around her waist, and she buried her face into the nape of Catra's neck with a contented sigh.
"Hey, Adora," Catra murmured sleepily, a lazy grin unfurling as she rolled over in the embrace to face her.
"Hey," Adora whispered back, biting her lip in a way that woke Catra up just a little more. "I didn't mean to wake you up. You looked so peaceful. I was trying to be sneaky."
Catra gave a soft snort, snuggling further into the warmth provided by the arms wrapped around her, tangling their legs together on top of the sheets. "You can't sneak, dummy. You're about as subtle as Swift Wind."
Adora started to stroke up and down her back, and Catra melted against her, a purr building in her chest. "How was your day?" Adora asked her so softly and sincerely that Catra lightly blushed.
How the hell was she supposed to contend with a level of caring like hers? Idiot girl.
"It got better. How was yours?" She brought her tail up and traced down Adora's bare spine, enjoying the little shiver her lover gave. Giving the little caresses were as natural as breathing for her, a form of affection unique to her and her alone. Adora had always seemed to like it, even when she pretended she didn't.
Adora's lips quirked up into a smile. "It got better. Just now. What did you get up to?"
Catra rolled her eyes, but didn't hold back her grin. There was no point in putting up a front for Adora, who knew damn well that she liked Netossa. "Netossa found me. We played a dodge game."
"Who won?"
"I did."
"Good job."
"I'm lying. She won. By one point."
Adora laughed, letting go of her to give her playful shove that pushed her halfway across the bed. "You're an ass."
"Hey, I'm in a good mood," she defended jokingly, reaching over and shoving Adora back. She realized suddenly that Adora was just as naked as she was, and her hair was still slightly damp from a shower. The remaining droplets of water on the top of her head glittered like diamonds in the sunset coming through the window on the opposite side of the room.
"I see that. I'm glad hanging out with Netossa helped." Adora held her arms out, and Catra went back easily, folding into her favorite place in the world. "I know you miss Scorpia."
That was true. Out of the entire Alliance, Scorpia was the only person that came anywhere near Adora as an anchor for her. Where Adora's tactic to deal with Catra's panic attacks was comfort, Scorpia's was distraction. She would drag Catra anywhere and everywhere, inanely jabbering on about the damn clouds in the sky if it kept Catra's eyes in focus. And Gods, yes, she missed her.
"I mean, yeah. But Netossa isn't terrible. She treats me like a real person and she doesn't flinch when she sees me, so that's nice, too." She tried not to let her bitterness sink into her voice, but the fact that her presence in Bright Moon and within the Alliance hadn't been universally accepted irked her. She'd done her best to be better, but...
I guess I can't blame them. But my jaw still hurts every time I see Frosta.
"Just give it time, my love. Changes rarely happen immediately."
Catra flushed with pleasure at the endearment, but still popped off a taunt. "When did you get to be so wise?"
"Glimmer. She reminded me about it after we saved you and you were still being a brat. Her words were, 'Have you met Catra?'"
"Are you serious? You went to Sparkles about me?"
Adora shrugged helplessly, but Catra was only teasing, and she couldn't keep up the stern demeanor with her being so fucking insufferably cute. She shook her head and reached up to tangle her fingers in Adora's hair, lightly scratching at her scalp. "You're lucky I'm so in love with you."
Adora's breath caught in her throat, and her cheeks dusted over in pink hues as her eyes slightly widened. "I'll never get used to hearing that."
"Too bad, princess," Catra husked, using her grip in her hair to pull her face closer. "Guess what else we talked about today?" She ghosted her mouth over Adora's, pulling back slightly when she tried to close the distance. The small noise of frustration Adora made was everything, and it made the fur between her shoulder blades stand up.
"Um," Adora said dimly, her eyes trained down on the knowing smirk twisting Catra's lips, her want of a kiss written all over her face. "I don't know?"
Instead of giving in and kissing her, Catra rolled Adora over onto her back and straddled her hips, loving that they were both already naked so that this would be easier. Adora looked confused for a moment, but the look quickly cleared when Catra's hands traveled down the ripples of her stomach towards where their hips met. Blue and yellow eyes watched as those muscles reacted to the trailing of her fingers, rolling and jumping under her touch. Memories of watching them flex and move when they made love the night before had Catra swallowing hard and attempting to recenter her mind. If she were going to lead this time, she couldn't be drunk on Adora's abs. Not yet, anyway.
"She said that Puffs only told you about the basics, and there is more we can do." To show what she meant, she leaned forward and placed an open mouthed kiss on Adora's sternum, nibbling just enough to make a light sigh escape her girlfriend's lips. "So much more." Adora's fingers buried themselves in her hair when she continued kissing her, following the curves of her breasts without touching the hardening peaks.
"You're going to kill me." Adora whimpered when Catra slid down to where she was prone, placing her thigh where Adora could rub against it while she kissed up the column of her neck towards her left ear.
"No." Catra chuckled. Adora didn't know it, but she had set up a perfect chance to use some of that dirty talk Netossa had taught her that day. She bit Adora's earlobe teasingly, tracing a single claw around an erect nipple, then palming the entire breast when Adora arched into the touch. "I'm going to fuck you."