*for this fic, Adora is having dinner with her parents, brother & Catra*
Besides the subtle shudder and slightly pinched expression on Adora's face, Catra was impressed with how well she was holding herself together. Catra was doing it deliberately to try and get the rise out of her that she was after. And Adora knew it, hence the iron grip on her knee and slight flush to her face.
What exactly was Catra doing?
Trying to get a specific rise out of her wife.
It was all thanks to a manor of things. One, Adora was adamant that she didn't shout in sex, but instead orgasmed silently (or quietly), whereas Catra yowled and howled. First of all, that's wrong. Depending on how long they'd been going at it, or how long they'd waited, or on what round they were on made the difference. If it was round three or more, they'd be too tired to shout. If they'd gone longer than four days without touching one another, then they'd shout. Second, Catra hadn't actually been able to pleasure her wife in nearly five months. She'd been pleasured at least once a week, because Adora was just that fucking awesome, but whenever Catra tried to get to her first, Adora would switch them over and fuck her until she saw stars.
Third? Ever since Finn was born, Adora wouldn't let Catra see her down there. Apparntly she was "sensitive" still. Catra would usually be fine with such an excuse, never one for pressuring Adora into anything she didn't want, but after speaking with some of their friends who'd had children, Catra knew it was exactly that. An excuse. Sparkles was boning arrow boy as soon as those six weeks were over. Mermaidia (or whatever her name was) was screwing her boo two months after her daughter was born, whereas Scorpia was back after two and a half months.
Adora wouldn't even let Catra touch her there, nevermind taste or look. So, she'd gone without for the last four months, only bringing Catra to orgasm.
But on the particular evening, their first one without Finn since he was born, Catra was feeling bold. If Adora was really against it, she'd tell her. But, as Catra gazed over slyly, it looked as though she was enjoying it. Her body was tense, but not too obviously. Her right hand gripped Catra's knee almost painfully, despite her left being on the table as she white-knuckled her wine glass.
The cherry?
"So, Adora, how is Finley?" Marlena asked with a smile. Catra twitched her tail against Adora's sex, thankful for once that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Adora stiffened, and the grip on her knee tightened even more. "Uh... he's-he's good," She shifted, but that only moved Catra's tail further up to her clit. She shut her eyes briefly, swallowing thickly. "Are you ok? You look a little tense," Randor asked. Catra drank some more wine with a small hum. "Yeah, I'm ok," Adora squeezed Catra's knee particularly tightly as another shudder racked her frame. "Just a little tired," She yawned for effect.
Randor hummed. "Well, we'll finish up then so you can get some rest," He smiled across the table at Marlena. "We know how exhausting a baby is," Marlena chuckled softly. Adora hummed, briefly flashing a glare at Catra. Randor chattered quietly to Marlena as Adora's brother, Adam, picked at the remaining vegetables on his plate. Even at his big age of twenty-two, apparently, he still hated veg. Catra turned briefly to meet Adora's eyes. "Are you ok? Is this alright?" She asked. Adora scowled at her, stabbing her stake roughly. She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm fine and it's fine," She mumbled pettily.
Catra hummed lowly, drinking the last of her wine. Game on then.
...
Dinner was fine. Catra behaved well after Adora's nails dug in tight enough to draw blood, but she kept her tail firmly pressed against her clit, waiting until the dinners were removed and replaced with deserts. Adora chatted to her parents and brother relatively smoothly, all things considered. Once desert, and Catra's third glass of wine, arrived, she began to up the ante. She moved the tip of her tail back and forth softly, just barely caressing Adora's clit. Adora gasped softly, but sharply, as she stuffed more cake into her mouth to hide the moan.
Huh. She obviously did want to be touched. Catra wondered why she always refused... she flicked her tail again anyway. Adora's eyes screwed shut as she exhaled softly. "Adora? Are you ok?" Marlena's voice cut into their private war. Adora cleared her throat, shifting on the chair in an act. The act further pushed Catra's tail onto her clit. Her face lit up in a red flush. "Yeah. I just- I pulled my back a few days ago," Adora lied. "It hurts when I turn wrong," She reassured. Marlena hummed quietly. "Maybe you should pop into the healers tomorrow? They may be able to help with your pain," She said. Catra curled her tail again, sipping some more wine and enjoying the soft buzz she'd aquired.
Adora's jaw clenched as her spine straightened. Catra heard her breath hitch in her throat. Before Marlena could say anything else, Adam suddenly swore. "Oh for gods sake, Adam!" Randor waved someone over and began chastising his son. Adora exhaled shakily, shooting a glare in Catra's direction. "It's ok, father! I can pick it up!" Adam was on the floor before Catra's brain caught up.
The table shook as Adam shot up. "For gods sake, boy!" Randor shouted. "Sorry, I thought I was farther out," Adam apologised, crawling out from the table as he rubbed his head. Catra glanced at Adora, who was still ramrod straight, staring intently at her desert. He snorted. Adora's glare changed people, shooting daggers at her brother. "So, dear older sister-" Yes, Adora was ten minutes older than Adam, "-how are things on Etheria?" He placed his chin into his hand, smiling innocently. Catra chuckled into her wine as Adora fought back her own whine. "Uh- good, it's good," Adora shuddered as Catra's tail brushed against her clit, pushing harder. As Adora shut her eyes in a prolonged blink, Catra caught sight of her pupils rolling back.
"Finn? How is my nephew?" Adam pressed. He smirked at Catra. Adora gripped Catra's knee hard in warning. So Catra pushed her tail firmly against her clit. "He's good," Adora stuffed some dessert into her mouth, hiding the grunt under a cough. Marlena frowned. "Adam, you're very interested in Adora. Why? What are you up to?" Adam shrugged. Catra gently pried Adora's iron grip from her knee, wincing softly. "Bit too hard," She whispered, leaning in for a fake kiss against Adora's jaw. She, in return, hauled Catra's dress shirt closer. "It's either that or I break the table," She hissed. "I can heal you," She released Catra's shirt with a glare. Catra shrugged one shoulder. "We're not leaving until I win," She whispered. "Win what!?" Adora hissed. Catra gestured. "You're not pushing me away. Which means you want this just as much as I wanna give it. So, we're staying until I win," She pulled away before Adora could respond.
Adora moved her hand to the table, resting it loosly ontop. Her wedding band glittered beautifully underneath the lights. Catra pushed again. Adora's eyes slid closed as she inhaled deeply. Her hand wrapped around the edge of the table. If Catra strained hard enough, she could hear the wood creaking slightly. Adora shuddered as Catra pressed again, sitting up straighter. She whined softly. Catra began to pull away, worried she'd hurt her. Adora's jaw ground tightly, turning to stare at Catra with wide eyes. Her pupils were blown, barely any blue visable. Her legs came together under the table petulantly, trapping Catra's tail. She nodded for Catra to lean in.
"If you're so determined to win, I'd hurry," She looked down briefly at her chest. "I think A) I'm starting to leak, which means I need to pump, and-" She shut her eyes with an exhale as Catra's tail twitched of its own accord. "B)," Adora sighed softly. "I'm close," She admitted, leaning away with a smirk. Catra smirked back. "My pleasure,"
She pressed against Adora's clit hard. The blonde jumped, banging the table as her knee smacked it. Catra snorted, but continued pressing and stroking. Adam chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he ate his desert. "Adora?" Randor addressed his daughter. "Sorry, just a shiver," Adora apolgised. Randor nodded slowly. "I'll never understand how the two of you spent twenty years apart from each other, yet, bare so many similarities in personality and mannerisms," He shook his head. Adora's hand gripped the wood harder, breathier sounds escaping from her mouth. Her arms began to shake as she came close.
Catra continued to stroke her clit, all the while drinking her wine. Adora's back grew straighter and straighter with each stroke, her grip on the table straining the wood with each touch. Catra could smell that she was close, very close, and it took one final push from her tail.
Adora straightened almost comically, her breath freezing in her lungs. Catra felt something on her tail, yet, she kept it firm. Adora's arms rippled with strength of not breaking the wood. Her lips parted ever so slightly, releasing quick but quiet pants. Marlena was embroiled in a discussion with Adam and Randor, leaving Catra to finish up with her wife. Adora slumped against her seat a few moments later, breathing shakily. Her legs loosened, allowing Catra to pull back the limb. She reached over to take Adora's hand, nodding. "I win," She whispered against her knuckles, kissing them softly. Adora only hummed softly. "Mmm..." She agreed. She shifted upright. "I think I need more," She admitted quietly. Catra's belly stirred with a heat she knew well. "I can oblige, my leige," She whispered into her ear.
Catra downed the rest of her wine and put the glass down. "Your majasties," She said aloud. "Adora is too proud to admit it on her own, but her back is hurting. She needs to go and rest," Thankfully, Adora's flushed face and slightly uneven breathing only helped to sell the lie. Adam raised his brow. His eyes read: Utter bullshit.
"Oh, of course, I'm so sorry darling," Marlena stood up and rushed over. "I didn't think," She fretted. "Hm, you do have a temperature," She cupped Adora's face. Adora smiled softly, taking her mom's hands. "I run a little hotter than most thanks to She-Ra, so I'm probably ok, mom," She reassured. "Just really tired," She paused when Catra's tail hit her leg in reminder. "And... yeah... it uh- it hurts," She said quietly. "Adora, why didn't you say anything?" Marlena helped her up. "I didn't want to ruin the meal," Adora continued the lie. Marlena tutted. "Adora, we're three days away by travel. I'm sure we could arrange something else if we had to,"
Catra stood up as well, shaking hands with Randor and Adam, flashing her teeth at him as she leaned down. Adam was a hugged, she'd learned. Good job she'd been friends with Scorpia for so long. "That was sly... but well-played to both of you," He nodded in respect. Catra grinned as she stood to his ear. "Say anything and I'll tear your spine out," Adam raised his hands. "Hey, if I could get away with doing it to Teels, then we would," Catra shook her head. "Fair. She's hot," She agreed. Adam snorted. "Isn't she?"
...
They didn't even make it to the next hallway before Adora was on Catra, pushing her against the wall with her body. Catra squeaked into her lips, sighing into them. Adora's kisses were desperate, feverish. She moved to suck on Catra's neck, pushing her leg in between Catra's. She moaned softly, but pushed Adora by her shoulders. "Hey," She breathed heavily. Adora panted, but turned away abruptly. Catra pushed off the wall. "Come on, lets at least get to our room," She paused. "I don't think your mom will appreciate seeing me in between your legs again,"
Adora took charge, leading Catra firmly, but something felt off. Her breathing wasn't heavy with sex or lust, but... fright? Anxiety? The second their bedroom door was shut, Adora was tugging off her dress angrily. She tossed it into the corner with a sigh. Catra allowed her eyes to rake over her form as she undressed. Adora had leaked a little into her bra, but nothing too bad. She'd once read that having sex whilst you're breastfeeding can cause you to leak, even if you've just fed the baby. She still had the beautifully large boobs, stuffed into a thick grey bra, coupled with matching "granny pants" as Adora said, and a slight overhang from Finn's nine-month residency. It was the most attractive thing Catra had seen.
A sudden sniff snapped her out of her reviere. "Hey, what's wrong?" Catra touched Adora's bare shoulder. She turned around immediately, pushing Catra against the wall, kissing and sucking on her neck. "Hey, hey, stop," Catra pushed her back by her shoulders. Adora's face was red and puffy, tears raced from her eyes. "Fuck, I'm sorry," She fisted her eyes, turning away. Catra turned her back, "Hey, what's wrong?" She pulled her over to the bed.
Adora shuddered. "I-that felt so good, back there," She began. "But-I-you can't do it again," She stuttered. "Ok? I won't if it embarassed you," Catra tried to soothe. "No, it's not that. I-I just-" Adora sighed. "Hey," Catra pulled her chin to look at her. "Catra, I don't want you to touch me," She said quietly. Catra leaned away. "Ok... I won't," She immediately agreed. "No! Shit, I do, but I just-" Adora sighed angrily. "I-I don't like it... not anymore... not... not since-"
Catra rubbed her knee soothingly. "Since?" She prodded. Adora glanced up. "Finn," She whispered. It was then the peices clicked in. "Oh, baby... you... you don't feel attracted because of the baby?" She asked. Adora shook her head. "No... it-I... I'm ugly... down... down there," She shuddered softly. Catra tutted. "Adora, I could not give a shit," She pulled her face to look. "You gave birth to our child. That's the hottest thing anyone could do for me," Catra smiled. Adora shook her head. "No, it's fucking ugly now!" She hissed. Catra touched the inside of her thigh. Adora immediately jolted, subconsciously moving towards it. "I don't think so. I think it helped give us our son, and that means its special," She danced along the inside of Adora's leg, moving to the front of her knickers, which were sodden from earlier.
"But... it's stretched out and gross," Adora whispered. Catra shrugged. "And? I'm not looking at it for a beauty contest, baby. I'm looking at it thinking "how do I get my beautiful-" She paused to kiss Adora's jaw. "Sexy-" A kiss to her neck. "Loving," She sucked on her collarbone. "Wife," she moved to her lips, taking them within her own. "To come for me?" Adora's eyes still shone with tears. "Really? You- you don't care?" She asked.
Catra moved her fingers inside her knickers, caressing Adora's clit again. Her breath stuttered, her forehead slipped to rest against Catra's. "Nope. In fact, the only thing I care about," She trailed off, removing her fingers and sliding off the bed. "Is if you taste any better than before," She pushed Adora's legs apart and hooked her fingers underneath ther grey knickers. She tugged them down. "Beautiful," She kissed the inside of her thigh. "If you want to stop, just say," Adora shivered beneath her touch. "I'm not going to stop, believe me," Catra groaned softly. 'I've wanted this ever since you were cleared at six weeks," She moved closer, wrapping her arms around Adora's hips, and moving her wife's legs to tie around her neck.
Adora swollowed. "Now, do as I say," Catra glanced up. Adora nodded shakily. "Make sure your legs stay there," She began. "And stop worrying whilst I make you come. It's not a good look,"
Adora laughed loudly. "Ok... I'll do my best, Catr-ahhh!"