"I'm going to fuck you."
The declaration rolled over Adora like a static wave that fired off every single nerve ending inside of her. Catra's voice alone had always had an effect on her, from comfort to anger; from anger to sadness. It was the most solid, constant thing in her memories. This new tone of voice – well, no. It wasn't new. It was the same teasing, taunting tone she'd always known. But the context had changed. The situation was different, they were different now. The pure eroticism in every syllable was only amplified with the promise of what was in store for her.
Adora wondered what Netossa had told her to invoke this level of sheer confidence. She also wondered about how she knew exactly what Catra had meant by using her favorite word the way she had, in a verb. Action. That's what that was, right? Just like her hands, tail, and mouth on her body now, moving with an assurance they'd lacked hours before when they'd fumbled their way to orgasms together. Gods, this was sexy.
The way she carefully used the tips of her claws on her skin to display the raw power behind them, in contrast to the loving strokes on her thighs from the tip of Catra's tail – well, that was... something, as well. The light hints of the tips of her fangs on her collarbone was a sensation that Adora found to be maddening in itself, especially in conjunction with how Catra's thigh pressed into the slow buck of her hips. It was especially infuriating that she refused to kiss her lips, because damn it... Adora really wanted that kiss.
Kissing Catra was like saying a prayer that she knew was being heard and answered without fail. She did not forget how privileged she was to be the one here with this amazing ball of fluffy fury. She would never allow herself to forget it, either. She would never become entitled to this. It would always be a gift between them, for them alone.
"Catra?" Adora's voice had taken on a whisper in respect to the worship her girlfriend was showering across her chest as the woman kissed down her torso. The way Catra's eyes shined when she looked up at Adora, her face and neck slightly pink under her orange fur, the glint of her wet tongue in her mouth... Gods, it was too much for Adora's heart.
"Are you all right? Is this okay?" Catra's bravado dimmed in just the slightest way, concern etching into her soft features.
Adora nodded quickly, then gave a small tug on her upper right arm. "Kiss me? Before you go?"
The concern deepened into confusion. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm– ." Her defense cut off when Adora gave a meaningful glance down to where Catra's thigh was still pressed, although now noticeably more damp than when it arrived. Adora was wet, and her pulse was making an abode there. "Oh," she breathed in realization, her face splitting into a knowing smile. "I can do that, princess."
It still boggled her mind that not even two months ago, that title coming from Catra would make her want to choke the woman. But now it was almost reverent, and she couldn't hear enough of the praise. It made her feel very, very warm inside. A feeling that only grew exponentially in intensity when lips finally brushed against her own and she seized them before Catra could pull back.
It wasn't the soft, tentative sort of kiss. It was much more like the ones they'd had once they'd figured out how to make each other explode: hard and long, set with purpose, determination. One that made both of their bodies start to move together in a way that made Adora try to wrap herself around her lover's warm fur, only for Catra to pull her hands away. She encircled her fingers around Adora's wrists and lifted both of her arms above her head, gently pressing them back into her pillow.
"Leave those there." Catra's breath was hot across Adora's kiss swollen lips, and she squirmed with a jolt of arousal. "Trust me. Let me take care of you." She brought a hand up the ripples of Adora's rib cage to lightly traced the tip of her thumb around the underside of her left breast.
"But I want to touch you," Adora whined back softly, making Catra smile before leaning down to kiss her again, then pulling back just enough to see her.
"It will make it better when you can... or so I was told, anyway." Catra gave a short, exasperated chuckle, then gave Adora a beseeching look. "Trust me, princess? Please?"
Adora let her fingers clench on the soft satin pillow case with a slow nod. "Okay. I trust you."
She didn't know exactly what to expect after that, but whatever it was did not include the tears that gathered over Catra's eyes when Adora said those three specific words. She heard the swallow Catra made, and felt her heart clench with the way those beautiful eyes closed themselves to hold the dam at bay. Everything inside of her urged her to reach for her, but she only gripped the pillow tighter to refrain, waiting for Catra to make the next move. It was a relief from the feeling when Catra dropped her forehead to hers, brushing their noses together in a nuzzle. The simplest form of affection, and it made Adora's breath catch in her throat with how much her chest expanded with love for this girl.
The hand splayed on Adora's ribs slid down to grip her hip for a moment, then trailed down her thigh to pull her leg around Catra's waist. The roll of her hips against her made Adora give a low moan that peaked into a sharp intake of air through her nose when that hand snaked between them to stroke her core. It was exploratory, but it still made her body shake while it was combined with the way Catra kissed down her neck again, teasing the bite marks with her tongue.
"You're so wet for me." Catra's observation was breathed in a tone that was heavy with want, the sound muffled into the valley between her breasts. "You have no clue what that does to me."
"Pretty sure I do," Adora breathlessly retorted, lifting her head enough to look down at her. It was true. The wetter Catra had been when they were together, the more it drove Adora mad with a craving for her. But the words had the desired effect: she was pushing her hips upwards, trying to pull those rubbing fingers inside of herself.
Catra made a noise of disbelief, but didn't argue her point. But her eyes held an edge of challenge when she turned her face slightly to pull Adora's nipple into her mouth at the same moment that she finally pushed inside of her.
"Yes!" The relief in her cry was palpable, and she pulled on the pillow again as Catra's fingers curled up to find that spot she had shown her. Her claws were tucked back, mindful in a way that was also arousing to Adora. As much of a demanding, selfish brat as Catra could be, she was proving to be considerate in bed. Another facet of the gemstone that was her best friend.
Her knee squeezed around Catra's waist, pulling her as close as she could without using her hands, and it made Catra huff with laughter around the sensitive flesh caught in her mouth. She let go of her with an audible pop. "Eager much, Adora?"
"You've been teasing me since I walked in the room!" She spat it out between clenched teeth, glaring at Catra until the cheeky fur ball pushed her thumb into the little nub just above where her fingers moved. Adora's head snapped back onto her pillow with a choked noise with the electricity that surged through her, tightening her muscles. She heard the telltale stretch of fabric when her fists pulled on the pillow.
This pillow isn't going to survive this.
"I was sleeping until you stomped in here, throwing yourself into bed," Catra drawled lazily. Blue and yellow eyes pointedly scanned over her body beneath them, and Adora swallowed hard at the flash of fangs when Catra bit her bottom lip. "Naked."
"Gods, shut up, Catra," Adora groaned in annoyance. But she was right. Adora had crawled into bed nude on purpose. She'd walked into the room and was greeted with the expanse of Catra's naked back, looking so soft, inviting and warm. All she had wanted was to be close to her, but she wasn't complaining that she'd ended up with Catra inside as well as out, either.
"Mmm," Catra hummed in a way that made Adora's entire body buzz. "I guess there are better uses for my mouth right now. Isn't that right, princess?"
Adora let go of the pillow to reach for Catra with the intent to kiss that infuriating smirk off her face, but the smaller girl was too quick; she pinned her wrist right back where it had been. "Ah ah." Catra admonished her, pulling her fingers out to rub slow circles around the little nub. "Hands to yourself, Adora. I'm driving the skiff this time."
Then Catra gently removed the leg around her waist and slid prone onto her stomach, attaching her mouth where her hand had been. The immediate suction on her made Adora's hips surge again, and her abdominal muscles contracted so hard she nearly sat upright. Catra dragged the flat of her tongue up her entire slit, then sucked her back in, making her eyes cross as she grabbed her own hair to pull. She was close already, and the sudden stretch down there when Catra pushed inside of her again edged her closer to it. The rhythm of her tongue and fingers working in tandem had Adora gripping the pillow again in just a few more moments, her body rolling with the beat Catra set. The gasping moans she was making were still alien noises to her, but she couldn't help it. This was... this was better than before.
Then Catra eased back, slowly pulling her fingers out of Adora, and turning her face to place a kiss on the inside of her thigh as well. "Hey, Adora?"
"Why did you stop?" The complaint was breathless, and her fingers squeezed the pillow again when Catra gave her sensitive folds a gentle caress.
"Roll over onto your stomach for me." It wasn't a question, but it was stated softly with a gleam in those yellow and blue eyes that made Adora nod without hesitation. Catra pushed herself onto her knees to give her room to comply, and Adora quickly flipped over onto her front as ordered. "Raise up on your knees. Just like that."
The position was new, and Adora could feel the cool air of the room kiss her core as it spread open. Her face heated up at being so exposed to Catra's eyes, but when she dared a look over her shoulder, she saw nothing negative in them. The sight of Catra slowly licking her lips as she moved closer to her was intoxicating, and it made her shiver. The shivers didn't stop when Catra reached with both hands, lightly running them up the backs of both of her thighs. She out right whimpered when those same two hands kneaded into the flesh of her ass, pulling her further open for Catra's feral gaze.
"Gods... fuck, she was right." Catra whispered to herself, tracing a single finger down the crevice of her cheeks. "You're stunning like this."
Adora shivered. She couldn't handle the heaviness in the words, the gentleness of the touch; the weight of them caused her to bury her face into her pillow. The poor, feathered thing had become her rock.
"Hey, look at me?" This was phrased as a question, giving Adora the choice to remain hidden if she wanted. But she lifted her reddened face out of the silk and over her shoulder again, anyway. All she saw was Catra giving her a soft smile that edged on concern. "Is this okay? Are you okay?"
"Yes," Adora whispered, biting her lip. "Just please... touch me, Catra. I want to –"
"Come?" Catra supplied a new word for the explosion that happened when she touched Adora right. She leaned forward, letting her weight rest on her, rolling her hips slightly. Soft lips began climb up her spine, all the way up to her ear, where Catra nipped the cup lightly. "You want to come for me, princess?" A shallow dip of her fingers into her accompanied the words, and Adora's back bowed as she pressed into the touch. Catra's front was so soft against her skin, her warmth and weight a familiar comfort.
A rush of air left her chest at the question and the tease. "Please?"
That teasing touch suddenly became hilted fingers, and Adora felt the force of Catra's hips pumping behind her wrist. She cried out as the angle let Catra touch that inner spot immediately, her face falling down into her forearms. But that thrust wasn't the last, gods no. She kept it long and firm at first, working Adora right back up to the point she had been when she'd stopped before, holding and pressing in hard when Adora undulated around her fingers. As nice as it was, Adora wanted more.
"Faster, Catra, please," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. "I'm so close... so close."
A sharp nip answered her, until the heavy breathing against the nape of her neck became panting while Catra acquiesced and sped back up... and added another finger. Her flesh started to tremble violently, like she would soon collapse. Adora gave a shout, then bit her pillow as she came apart underneath her with muffled sobs into the silk. Her body buckled up, then melted until she was flat against the bed, legs closed tightly around Catra's wrist; not letting her move anymore, but not letting her pull out, either.
She liked this. She liked the vibration from Catra's satisfied purring, liked the tickle of her tail on her calf. She liked the gentle squeeze of the arm around her, liked the nuzzles to the nape of her neck. Being like this with Catra felt like the pieces fit in her life, for once. Everything that happened made sense, if only to have these fleeting moments of peace. Just them, and the sound of their breathing returning to normal, their heartbeats slowing to their usual paces.
After she felt like she could speak, she turned her head so that her cheek pressed into the pillow, rather than her teeth. "So, um... good talk with Netossa today, then?"
Catra chuckled in a lazily confident way that made tingles in Adora's belly. She squeezed the arm around Adora again, and she pressed a long kiss between her shoulder blades. "You tell me. It was a great talk from my perspective, princess."
"Definitely a great talk. We should send them candy, or something." Adora shifted a bit, and sighed when Catra finally pulled her hand free. It was a slightly disappointing sensation to let her go. But when Catra slid off to one side to gather Adora into both of her arms and tangle their legs together, it helped. It helped so much. She burrowed her face into her fur, took a deep breath of that slightly sweet, dusty smell that was one of her earliest memories, and smiled contentedly.
Her eyes closed and she listened to that deep purr that she loved so much, feeling herself slipping into a much needed sleep. When Catra started running her fingers through her hair, she was done.
"You're welcome."
Adora jerked awake into a dim room, moonlight streaming through the tall windows, still in the same position in which they'd fallen asleep. She shifted away slightly, feeling really hot all of sudden, being as Catra seemed to run high in temperature. It wasn't the first time she'd woken in a sweat... from either a nightmare, Catra's body heat, or a combination of both, like tonight. Thankfully, her movement made Catra groan lightly, then roll over onto her back, freeing Adora from the cage of her arms. She didn't wake further, and Adora laid there for a moment staring at her if only to burn Shadow Weaver's lingering image from her mind. But honestly? She just enjoyed the sight of it.
Watching Catra sleep – truly sleep – was one of those precious rare moments that no one but Adora and Melog had ever experienced. Every irritated facial tick faded, her smirking mouth relaxed, her challenging brows grew soft. There was a sort of rumbling little purr-snore noise she made, and her claws would sometimes gently knead Adora's skin wherever they held her. If Adora ever told anyone else about it, Catra would call her a liar and not talk to her for an hour. Because it was the cutest thing Adora had ever known. It made her heart feel so many things, knowing that Catra was dreamless and resting more often than at first.
Things weren't perfect, but... they were getting better.
Her dreams, however, were what had her awake and staring at her girlfriend in the dim light of the lowered lamps. There were several that liked to make an appearance in various ways, but a few were worse than others. More vivid. Physical. She supposed this one had been brought about by her thoughts of Shadow Weaver over the course of the day. The sheer contrast between Adora's perception of Spinnerella, and the memory of the woman that had raised her... it was jarring. She wondered about if she had been any different as Light Spinner, but she knew the answer. The masked woman had never been anything else but a monster hiding behind a veil. Shadow Weaver had only evolved as someone with her ambitions would, and had done her best to guide Adora in the same direction, just as she had tried with Micah. And Gods, what she'd done to Catra...
Tears welled up in Adora's eyes, and she squeezed them shut to hold back the sob she wanted to make. She had always stood there and let it happen, had made excuses, because she wasn't the one on the receiving end. She'd never known what it felt like to be touched with the power of the Black Garnet until she was an adult and had defected. But she had seen Catra tortured, mentally and physically; all the while she herself being groomed to administer the same level of punishment to her soldiers, should they ever cross her in the slightest. Praised only because Shadow Weaver had known she had magic. Shadow Weaver punished Catra because of nothing. Because Adora had the audacity to love her. She gave derisive snort at herself.
I loved her so much that I left her there the night I went back for the sword. She wanted to come with me. What if I'd let her? Would we have been here sooner?
She swallowed hard and took a slow, deep breath. She didn't want to wake Catra up with this, especially after their conversation the night before. The whole deserving thing was sore spot for her after her short encounter with Mara on the way to the Heart, and hearing Catra say out loud that she didn't deserve this, after all she had been through... that had wrecked her inside. She knew that feeling, and she hated that it ate at Catra the way it had eaten at her.
It was getting harder for her to remain still under the slightly ripped sheet over them. Despite the very exuberant encounter she and Catra had a few hours prior, her body was buzzing with nervous energy that made her want to pace, or hit something. Both. Considering the time of night, she wouldn't go making a lot of noise out in the yard with a practice dummy, but she could at least take a walk.
A walk to the kitchen to eat some cake. Yes. Cake fixed everything, right?
She didn't bother dressing beyond a pair of shorts and a tank top, not even bothering with slippers for her trek. It would require more noise as she moved about the room while Catra finally got real rest, and she didn't want to risk waking her if she could help it. This was a walk she needed to take alone, anyway, if only to clear her head.
There was something about her nightmares that made them more than, something tangible in them that gripped her heart in despair when she witnessed. The one she had just lived for the third time (yes, she was counting now) was just as detailed as it ever was, never wavering in its depiction of the sequence. There was a part of her that knew it was a memory, if only by its unchanging nature. It began as Catra's memory, and she didn't understand how she could see it, unless it had to do with what happened at the Heart.
She could hear Shadow Weaver's voice in her mind from the vision, as clearly as if the old woman were bent low, hissing directly into it. She could feel the ghost of the electricity running through her body while she accused Catra of lying for Adora... which she had. Catra had covered for her the best she could in the moment, but the knowledge of it didn't ease the guilt in the slightest.
I should have taken her with me. I should have grabbed her hand, told her to shut up, and gotten the hell out of the Fright Zone with her.
It didn't matter that she hadn't known she wouldn't be back. Adora would never forgive her younger self for one of the dumbest decisions she'd ever made, thinking all the while she was protecting her best friend from exactly what she'd gotten, anyway.
Anger bubbled in her chest, pushing frustrated tears into her eyes as she stormed through the darkened halls faster than she'd meant to. It was irrational to be this angry at past actions, she knew that. But she couldn't help it. It was all so stupid. Just as stupid as how the dream always ended, with Shadow Weaver sacrificing herself under a guise of actually giving a damn about either of them. But it was about Etheria, not them. It was never about them.
She knew I would always go back for Catra. And she was right. I would have let Prime have the Heart in favor of saving her... no matter what that makes me.
She brushed her tears away angrily, turning left towards the kitchen. But it worked. The guise worked, and Shadow Weaver had at least managed one selfless act before she died. Adora and Catra had managed to save the world. It was intact. She had stopped Prime. She was healing Etheria where she needed to heal it.
And she and Catra were helping each other heal from that monster's marks on themselves, and leaving new ones instead. She smiled as the anger ebbed back for the sense of fondness reserved for Catra, and she raised a hand to one of the bruises on her neck. It really was stupid to dwell on the past, when she had a chance at that future she'd glimpsed. That future with her wife, and their best friends. Because she knew they were married in that simulation. She saw her wing pendant on Catra's cloak. She knew what it meant, and she was completely at ease with that. She couldn't imagine marrying anyone else.
By the time she crossed into the kitchen, her mood for cake wasn't so much forced as when she'd climbed out of bed. One of the things she loved about Bright Moon the most was the always available confection, in many different varieties. It was the strawberry flavor she was looking for now as she lifted the many lids of the holders on the counter. Her eyes teared up with joy when she finally found the pretty pink cake, half eaten but plenty left to stave her craving for it.
"Mwahahaha, now you're mine," she cackled quietly, unashamed to be a goof where no one else could see. She helped herself to a generous slice, forgoing a plate in favor of her bare hands, just ready to put it in her stomach. She took a larger bite than she intended, and found herself wishing she'd gotten some water before smearing icing all over her hands and face.
"So, this is what you do at night. Good to know." Catra's voice made her jump and flip around to face the door, seeing her girlfriend leaned against it in shorts and a tank top, much like hers. But she was smiling softly at her with her tail gently flicking in that way that said Catra was calm, if pensive.
I wonder if she can see that I've been crying?
Adora tried to shoot off a retort to cover the face she made at her thought, but the icing had her tongue sticking while she chewed through the bite, so "I was hungry" turned into something like "Ickis hunngee". Catra only rolled her eyes and crossed to a sink, filling a cup near it with water and bringing it over to her.
"Here, dummy. And share some of the loot." Catra eyed the cake in her hand and jerked her chin at it.
Adora swallowed her drink of water and glared at her. "There's a whole cake right there, get your own!" It was halfhearted, but... she really wanted this cake.
"Yeah, but I want some of yours." Catra poked out her bottom lip into a slight pout that Adora immediately wilted beneath.
"Fine, have a bite." Adora relented with a huff, holding the piece of cake up to Catra's mouth, and tried not to stare at the fangs that peeked out of Catra's upper lip when she opened her mouth to take that bite.
"Wow," Catra breathed as her eyes widened. "That's better than the other kind, the brown one I liked."
"Chocolate."
"Yeah, that one. Chocolate. Weird word." She eyed the rest of the strawberry cake on the open dish behind Adora with an eyebrow raised. "What's this one?"
"Strawberry. It's my favorite." Adora took another bite, then offered Catra the last one. She took it, making a point to suck the icing off the tips of Adora's fingers as she pulled away, and Adora felt that tingle in her shorts. She recovered the shaky breath it caused by raising the cup to her lips and sipping the water. It washed everything down in a cool, soothing wave that settled over her somewhat nervous belly.
"I'm gonna get a plate. You know. Civilized." Catra gave her a smirk as she made her way to a cupboard, and Adora went to the sink to wash her hands. "You want to share?"
Adora grinned to herself, watching suds swirl down the drain. "I could take a bite or two."
"With a fork this time, right?"
Adora rolled her eyes and shut off the faucet, turning to flick water at her girlfriend. Catra flinched and hissed at her, poofing slightly and scowling. "Pfft, you're not getting anything from me now, princess."
She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest, watching Catra cut a generous slice of the cake and carefully put it on the plate. It was odd how witnessing something so insignificant and simple was making her heart swell the way it was. But she felt like if she didn't constrict her ribs, they would expand and explode. It was as if the Adora standing here now, and the Adora from only a week ago were two different people entirely. So much had changed. So much.
But some things certainly hadn't, despite the years apart. Like how it was common practice for Adora to suddenly lunge and shove her finger into Catra's food, just as she did now, making Catra squawk and pivot with her hip out to deflect and guard her plate.
"Lay off! Get your own!"
"But I want some of yours!"
"Too bad, dummy, should've thought about that before you flicked water in my face!"
They were both laughing, and Adora was only halfheartedly trying to grab the little saucer dish of cake. It felt good. It felt normal. It was a taste of what they could be all the time, one day; Adora savored it. She let the sweetness of it coat the bitterness on her tongue that she tasted for the past, for the things she relived in her dreams. If she could just stay here in this moment, then the rest would fade... right?
Adora stopped grabbing for the plate in favor of just letting her arms slide around Catra's waist from behind and leaning her face down to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. "I love you," she breathed into the thin coat of fur, then placed a kiss where her lips rested. "I'm so grateful you're here."
A hand came up and clasped her forearm around Catra's abdomen. "Good thing that I don't want to be anywhere else," Catra murmured back. She fully leaned into the embrace, and Adora widened her stance just a bit to hold them both up. For all that compact sinewy muscle her girlfriend had, she was considerably light, even when Adora wasn't She-Ra. "In case you haven't noticed, you're everything. My entire world."
While Catra meant the words in the exact way she said them, it still struck another memory for Adora, this one from the portal. One that cut through her lower gut like an icy knife.
"You took everything from me! You broke the world, and it is all your fault."
It clicked in her head with Catra's admittance, and it all made sense. Tears rose in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat that she had to swallow back to be able to breathe. Her hold on Catra tightened as she buried her face further into her neck, willing herself not to cry. She hadn't understood then, being held down in her captain's chair on the ship. That corrupted version of Catra had been telling her in a very corrupted way that she had loved her, and that Adora leaving had broken her. She hadn't made Catra pull the switch, but it was never about winning despite all her talk. Catra had made choices, just like she'd told her. Bad choices. The choices that would have led to an end to her pain.
...just like when Adora chose to break the sword. An end.
But now? She was choosing to stay. They both were. It was a choice she could live with, and apparently it was one for Catra, too. The relief hit her just as hard as the memory, and it forced a sob from her that she had desperately been trying to hold back. The sound made Catra stiffen for half a second before the plate was on the counter and she was turning around to look at her. Her eyebrows were drawn together, her mouth taut at the edges with worry.
She's so beautiful. Gods, how could I have never realized what this is between us? I really am freaking dumb sometimes.
"I knew you were bluffing about being hungry," Catra admonished her softly, reaching up with both thumbs to brush away twin tears. "What's wrong, princess? Why did you really get out of bed?"
Adora gave a hard sniff against the snot she could feel building up, knowing damn well she wasn't what one would call a "pretty crier", but finding it hard to care right now. "Stupid dreams."
Catra's vertical pupils narrowed just so, and she stared into Adora's silver as if she could see the images for herself and was watching every detail. "Wanna tell me about it?"
Adora bit her lip, knowing that what she was about to say was hypocritical of her, considering their talk the night before, but she couldn't help it. "Not tonight. Tomorrow, after we wake up," she compromised, looking around for a napkin or something to blow her nose.
Catra let her go when she finally spotted a stack of rolled silverware and moved to steal the cloth from one. There was silence for a moment while Adora collected herself, and she knew that Catra was having an internal war with herself about whether or not to push the issue. But she finally spoke. "Okay. But I'm holding you to that. Would you maybe wanna go for a walk in the Whispering Woods tomorrow with me and Melog? We could, I don't know, pack some food and make a day of it? Just us?"
Adora's heart swelled again, and fresh tears swam in her vision. "Are you asking me on a date?" She understood they were for people to get to know each other. Spinnerella had explained dates to her, but she kind of thought they were past the point of needing them, considering that they'd known each other their whole lives.
"Uh, yeah? Netossa said it's good to just... spend time together? Not just in bed, I mean." Catra's nerves were showing with the way she was spitting out words and clutching her upper left arm in a death grip and looking away. Adora took the few steps between them, rested against the counter beside her, and gave her a friendly nudge.
"I'd love to go on a date with you. Sounds perfect for talking, honestly." She leaned forward to peer around Catra at the nearly forgotten slice of strawberry cake. "So, uh, could I get a bite of that cake now?"
Catra scoffed and rolled her eyes, reaching over to pick up fork and gather some of the tines. She held it out towards Adora's mouth, slightly smirking. "Here, you big dummy. But this isn't because I like you."
Adora blushed a little at the gesture of Catra feeding her, but she recovered enough to pop off with a truthful comeback once she swallowed the bite. "I know. It's because you love me."
The blush that hit Catra's cheeks was everything.
"Yeah, you dork. I do."