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"Do you really think it's the best of ideas to bring my extremely sick wife, and hyperactive daughter, on a trip into space? In a confined tin can? For several days?" Glimmer rubbed her eyes harshly. "Catra, I've already told you, we need Adora for this. And Vi won't stay behind without either of you," Catra rubbed her face. "Fine, fine. I'm telling you, it's not gonna be pretty. And I'm gonna be with Adora in the mornings until she's ok enough for me to manage the devil," She forewarned. "That's fine. Entrapta's coming too, and she loves Violet. The two can play with each other," Glimmer waved her hand in dismissal. Catra shrugged. "OK, fine. But we'll need the main bedroom," Glimmer started to protest. "Hell no. Adora's five months pregnant, or will be by the time we leave, and she's as sick as a dog every single day. She's gonna need a bathroom close by," Glimmer harumphed. "Fine," Catra raised her eyebrow. "Are you seriously coping an attitude because your supposed "best friend", who, I hasten to add, is journeying thousands of miles away to another planet to help you, several months pregnant I also add, needs the nicer bathroom because of it?" Glimmer's face fell slightly. "I... no," She mumbled. "It's fine,"
Catra huffed as she began walking away. "It better fucking be," Glimmer sputtered as Catra turned away. "We leave in a month!" She called. Catra paused. "Why a month? Surely the sooner we go, the better?" Catra turned. "I don't want Adora travelling too close to the end of the pregnancy. I want to be back here by her seventh month at the latest," Glimmer sighed heavily. "A month gives us the time to prep. Fill up the ship, brush up on Eternian knowledge, find babysitters, etcetera," Catra raised her eyebrow. "Seriously? You've got the most meticulously planning saddo laid up in bed most of her day. Use it. She'd be happy to plan the trip and keep her mind busy," Catra said, referencing her loving wife. "She'd have it planned out within a few days. You can start filling the tanks now," Catra began walking away. "Also, Vi's coming with us. Can't your dad watch Angelle?" She asked. Glimmer opened her mouth to speak, but shut it. "Ok... fair enough. Brief Adora then and get her to start planning. We leave in four days," Catra nodded. "She'll be done within three, but fine,"
Unfortunately, a key thing Catra failed to consider when agreeing to this stupid fucking idea, was how long her wife could go without needing to say hello to her internal organs. Max, she'd last an hour. "I can get some anti-nausea pills from the infirmary," Adora argued, sitting up briefly from the ground. Catra raised her eyebrow. "Amalthea's gonna sign off on that? Are they even safe for pregnant ladies?" Adora held up her finger as she belched wetly over the toilet, gagging in its wake. "Catra, I know you like coffee, but you've gotta stop drinking it... or at least drink something else after," She shuddered loudly, swallowing audibly. Catra whined. "But it's the only thing that keeps me alive," She bemoaned.
Adora pulled her head out of the toilet bowl with a menacing glare. "I will spike it with moonberry juice," Catra shuddered. "You wouldn't dare," She hissed. Adora violently retched into the bowl again, gasping loudly. "Try me!" She hissed back. Catra grabbed a flannel from the bath and ran it beneath some cold tap water. She put it on the back of Adora's neck, crouching to her knees to rub her back.
"Are you sure you're gonna be ok? You've not gone a day without being sick for over eight weeks now, babe," She continued kneading into the tense muscles, rubbing softly as Adora pitifully retched into the toilet for the third time that lunchtime. "It's getting better," She corrected with a grimace, wiping her mouth. Catra raised her eyebrow. Adora sighed heavily, letting her face rest on the toilet seat. "Fine. It's not. But I'm being sick less times in the day," She argued. Catra moved further down her back, coming to the small, which had started to dent inwards with the pregnancy. "But you're in here for longer. They kinda cancel each other out," Adora growled in the back of her throat. "Look, I need to do this. I've been laid up since the fucking magic bullshit five months ago. And anyway, it's not like I'm walking loads. The King and Queen have already said when we land, they'll escort us on their transports,"
Ah yes. Catra, nor Glimmer for that matter, hadn't told Adora about the Kind and Queen being her parents... that seemed like something only they could tell Adora... it wasn't her wife, or friend's, place to do so.
Catra sighed heavily instead. "I'm not gonna be able to stop you, am I?" She resigned. Adora shook her head, her loose bangs slipping into her eyes. "Nope. May as well come with me," She stood up and flushed the chain, grabbing her toothbrush. "You do seem a bit better today, I have to admit," Catra conceded, sitting back against her knees. Adora snorted as she spat the toothpaste out. "Don't place any bets on it. Just because I'm ok in between puke-a-thons, doesn't mean they're not gonna come back,"
...
Those four days flew by. The next time Catra was really aware of what was going on, was when she was propped up against the doorframe of the ship, holding both her girls into her sides. Violet was watching some old footage of Mara and Adora in her She-Ra battles, while the latter dozed quietly with her head on Catra's shoulder. Catra had one arm wrapped around her little girl, and the other softly combing through her wife's undone hair, simply enjoying the three (four) of them being together in peace.
An hour or so into her peace, however, was broken. "Hey, how're they doing?" Catra sighed softly, feeling her own exhaustion creeping into her bones. "Vi's about one video from passing out, and Dora's been gone since we took off," She nodded to both girls in question. Bow smiled softly. "Want me to put little blondie to bed? You can put the bigger blonde away," Catra glanced at her sleeping blondes, nodding softly. "If you wouldn't mind," She answered. Bow shook his head and bent down to pick Vi up. "No, mama," She mumbled, despite falling asleep against his shoulder. "Mama's asleep too, Vi. Come on. Let's get you down to bed," He said quietly.
Catra waited until the airlock slipped shut before she shut her eyes again. Her free hand curled around Adora's form, rubbing her belly softly. It was amazing and terrifying how such a little thing could command such attention. The damned thing couldn't even breathe at the minute, yet, they had the power to change Adora's whole body, appetite and attitude. She let her head fall against Adora's as her eyes slipped shut against their will.
The next time she saw the ship was several hours later with only Bow in the cockpit. Adora was still asleep, though she'd migrated down at some point to Catra's belly uncomfortably. Catra adjusted her slightly, watching the immediate tension bleed out and her brow smooth. She mumbled under her breath but stayed asleep. nonetheless. "Hey, you're awake," The King said, standing from the Captain's chair. Catra rubbed her eyes with her free hand. "Yeah," She stretched as much as she could. "Why don't I help you carry her back to bed? Then you can move around or sleep again?" Bow offered. Catra shook her head. "Nah, it's alright. With this sickness she's got, I think sleeping upright is the only way she can get any,"
Bow suddenly smiled gently. Catra narrowed her eyes. "You really think I don't know she's pregnant?" He asked. Catra furrowed her brow. "Sparkles told you?" Bow shook his head. "No. I just know Adora well enough. I was there for her when she was pregnant with Violet. I remember all of this very well," He sighed softly. Catra found a smile worming onto her face. She put her hand onto Adora's stomach, softly stroking it with her thumb. Adora stirred a little, drool starting to slip from her mouth, but her eyes remained closed. "How far along is she?" Catra hummed. "She'll be five months in a week," Bow crouched to his knees. He put his hand onto Catra's leg, giving it a quick squeeze. "Congrats. I know you've both wanted this for a while," He said.
Catra nodded with a soft smile. "Yeah... after she miscarried last year... it traumatised her so badly, Arrows. She had nightmares for weeks. I don't even think she left the bed for a solid week. I was so scared she was gonna give up," Catra found herself admitting. Bow nodded. "I'm not surprised. She was three months in, wasn't she?" Catra nodded. "Yeah. That was the furthest she'd gotten, apparently... when she'd lost the other three, she was less than three months," Bow nodded. "I remember. At least this one's going healthily for the both of you," He smiled earnestly. Catra's tail flicked his wrist. "Thanks, Arrows,"
The pair fell into silence, only broken by grumpy mumbles from the oldest blonde. "Are you and Sparkles gonna have any more?" She asked. Bow shrugged. "I'd like a few more, but ultimately, it's up to Glim. She's the one who's gonna be pregnant and give birth. I think she wants two or three more," He paused. "She hated being an only child, so we're definitely gonna have at least one more," He added. Catra snorted. "Good luck. I bet she's a full dog-whistle in labour,"
Bow snorted loudly, immediately covering his mouth when Adora stirred. "Wassat?" She grumbled. "Baby, why don't we go to our comfy bed, hm? This can't be good for your back, and you're exhausted," Catra gently whispered into her ear. Adora pushed up, stretching with a loud yawn. "Yeah... ok," Catra stood up and extended her hand, pulling Adora up. She wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled Adora's around her neck, bearing most of the weight. "We'll talk later, Arrows. Good luck," Catra called.
...
"Catra, do you wanna know one of the best bits about being pregnant?" Adora's voice greeted her in the darkness of the room. Catra rubbed her eyes slightly, sitting up in confusion. Apparently the nap (more like three hours on the ship ground earlier in the day, and the next seven in bed was sufficient for her wife. Catra yawned softly. "What's that?" She grumbled. "Oh... did... did I wake you?" Adora's voice was quieter. Catra hummed. "Yeah, but I wasn't really asleep. I think dozing is a better word for it," She turned the dim warm light on by her bedside. "You sure?" Catra nodded. "So, what's up?"
Adora slouched a little. "Um... I-I was gonna say the increased libido, but you're tired... I'll just find something else," Catra's eyes flew open, wide awake now. "Libido? Isn't that the horny hormone?" She asked, a soft burn beginning to bubble in her stomach. Adora hummed. "Yup. I'm very aware of my other hormones now," She cleared her throat softly. "That includes the libido," Catra felt the bubble grow. "I mean, I can absolutely lend a helping hand to my ailing wife, if she so wishes," She gestured theatrically.
Adora's eyes darkened in lust. "Good," She groaned, slinging herself over Catra's body, straddling her hips. "You don't wanna be bottom?" Catra couldn't help but ask. Adora nodded. "I do, but I don't wanna risk hurting the baby. So you'll just have to make do," She leaned down, encasing Catra's lips with a bruising kiss. Catra squeaked in sudden surprise but quickly kissed back. She began kissing down Adora's jawline and onto her neck, sucking against the skin and her collarbones. "God, Catra," She whispered into her ear, delivering heated kisses to her own neck. "Not that it's crucial," Catra said in between kisses. "But Amalthea said," She sucked on a particularly good spot, apparently, if the moan from her wife's throat was anything to go by, "Baby won't be hurt if you're on the bottom," Catra hummed. "Certainly not while you're this small," She rubbed her hand across Adora's slightly swollen belly, content that their little one was growing happily.
"Oh, good," Adora whispered. "Then make me bottom, Catra. There's so much going on- I need to release it," She panted, tipping to the side and lying on her back. "Good thing I like topping you, then," Catra grinned. She swung herself over Adora's thighs, bending over her belly to suck on various spots across her chest. Adora hissed. "Fuck, Catra," She grabbed the bedding tightly. Catra's lips migrated to hers a second later, circling hers hungrily. Adora groaned into her mouth, arching her hips up, whimpering desperately when she felt a wet trail from Catra trail across her skin. "Catra," she whined.
Catra shuffled backwards and grabbed Adora's left thigh, raising it up and easing her hips forward, rubbing her stiffened bud downwards, slowly and very deliberately grinding it against Adora's clit. Adora's world whited out for a second as an ungodly moan split her lips.
"You ok?" Catra asked, biting her lower lip into a smile. "O-okay… that's… wow…" Adora mumbled. She leaned up slightly, balancing her weight on her elbows while she rolled her hips in perfect time with Catra's thrusts, watching as their drenched clits met in circular motions. She puffed harshly, chasing after the building feeling in her stomach. Catra panted softly, her fingers digging into Adora's thigh, pressing it against her hip in an attempt to gain full access. Adora grunted as Catra hit a sweet spot, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
She could feel the heat building quickly, but not quick enough. She needed this yesterday. She reached up with her free hands, taking one of her swollen nipples into her grasp, and one of Catra's. She fondled with them, pinching and squeezing them softly. Catra's eyes flew open with a glare. "Don't stop," She hissed. "Wasn't plaah-" Adora groaned loudly, pinching both nipples without meaning to as that sweet spot was struck again. "-planning to," She finished breathlessly. "Keep going right there," She adjusted her hips slightly, moaning softly when that sweet spot was hit again and again and again. Her climax built quickly.
Catra leaned more against Adora's popped-up thigh and grabbed her hips roughly dragging them back and forth in tandem with her own thrusts, loving the feeling of Adora's swollen clit roughly grinding against her own. "Catra, shit, I'm gonna…" Adora groaned, her head tipping back. Adora's hand reached behind to the pillows, grabbing tightly for some kind of grounding, her other wound around Catra's back, pulling her closer, encouraging the thrusts. "I'm g-gonna…" Catra was flush against her belly, leaving enough room for the baby.
"Come for me," Catra breathed into her ear. And she did. Catra felt Adora's whole body convulse and heard a string of barely recognisable words whispered in broken gasps. "Co-coming, s-shit, I… love…"
Adora sunk her teeth into Catra's neck and released a muffled scream, and then Catra lost it, fucking Adora just as hard, wrapping her arm back around her thigh, squeezing her eyes closed in and coming so violently that her arm shook under the strain. Adora's neck was exposed to the ceiling, blissfully unaware of Catra's muscle pain, holding her free leg tightly, riding out their aftershocks.
Utterly spent, Catra pushed herself to the side, breathing heavily. "Wow," She mumbled. Adora hummed, already standing up and moving to their drawers. "What're you looking for now?" Catra asked, sitting up. "I'm still really horny. I'm gonna use this," She held up the vibrator, given to them as a joke from Netossa. "Um... no you're not," Catra frowned. "Why not? It's my body," Adora straightened defiantly. "I'm your wife. I should be bringing you to orgasm. Not a mechanical toy," She patted her naked lap. "Come here," Adora was all too eager, rushing over quickly. "I'm finished, but you can use me however you want, baby,"
Adora smiled. "Thanks for... ya know... letting me do this, and getting it outta my system," She whispered softly, pressing gentle kisses to Catra's throat. She lowered herself to straddle one of Catra's legs. Catra guided her chin up. "You're gonna wreck your vagina giving birth to our baby and sacrifice your body for the next four months. It's my pleasure," Catra guided Adora's mouth up to her own. She sighed into the kiss. "Much better," Adora whispered. Catra hummed, pulling away and sucking on Adora's neck. "Come closer, I can barely reach you," She grumbled, hooking her hands around Adora's back and tugging her forward.
A low moan broke the silence, lower than before. Catra glanced up. "Wow, was that you?" She asked incredulously. "Mmmaybe," Adora moaned. She adjusted herself backwards and forwards, grinding her teeth. "Your noises turn me on every time," Catra commented. Adora hummed, moving again. "Sorry… I just- tell me if you want me to stop," She whispered, finally looking into Catra's eyes. "Do whatever you need to do. I'll say when I wanna stop," Catra assured. Adora exhaled once and began moving again on Catra's leg.
Her muscular thighs were tight and warm around Catra's. Adora began grinding on Catra's leg, huffing softly. Her hands flew to Catra's legs, squeezing tightly to keep hold. Catra, utterly enamoured by the display of rare selfishness by the blonde, grabbed her hands and moved them to her shoulders. "When I said do whatever you need to do, Adora, I meant it. Use me however you want," She said.
Adora's pupils were blown, but she nodded once, bracing against Catra's shoulders, grinding on her thigh once more. She grunted and groaned, low and deep, sending it straight to Catra's gut. She moved her leg in tandem with her wife's hips.
The effect was immediate.
"Catr-ahh," Her name came out as a high moan. The fingers on her shoulders dug in just a little tighter. "You're... sure... you're ok... with... ngh... this?" The question was barely coherent, words broken by thrusts against her thigh. "Perfectly so," Catra assured. "If... you're sure," Adora grunted, her head falling to her chest. Her fingers dug in deeper. "I am," Catra nodded. Adora's near-black eyes flicked up once, then squeezed shut as her brow furrowed. She moved more methodically now, in synch with Catra's knee.
Catra didn't know what was going on, or how the hell she still had more in her, but she was determined to reach it, to chase it. It felt good. She leaned back briefly on her elbows, drinking in the sight. Her wife, her hero-complexed, unable-to-relax girlfriend, was a sweaty, red-faced mess.
And she was ethereal.
A sharp gasp, followed by a moan so low, Catra felt it reverberate in her chest. "Something… else," The magicat frowned slightly, her own belly demanding the same build that she'd just had. Adora's mouth opened to continue but cut off with a hiss as her eyebrows drew together. She thrust against Catra's knee, grunting and panting, each getting higher and higher.
Stimulation.
The wave in Catra's belly grew. She snuck her hand into Adora's lower lips, and one against her own. Adora gasped loudly, bucking into it. "Oh god," She groaned. While Adora's hands remained securely digging into her shoulders, the weight behind her arms failed as she pressed her forehead into Catra's collarbone. Catra's fingers worked on their own accord, finding her clit hot and swollen. "Ngh," Adora moaned into her neck, bucking into her hand and against her knee. "More," She hissed. Catra's fingers began to stroke the swollen bud, both on herself and Adora, finding herself quickly panting in tandem with her wife.
"Holy shit," Catra moaned loudly. All Adora could do was whine in agreement. "I'm- I'm close," She said. Catra found her fingers sinking into the wetness of her wife. Adora gasped out. "Shit!" She panted against Catra's neck. The magicat paused for a moment, worried she'd hurt her. "More," The blonde demanded. Catra added her second and third fingers to Adora, curled within her core and Adora's, pumping in and out in time with her thrusts.
Her orgasm burst first as her innards clenched tightly around her fingers, a wave of pure euphoria crashing throughout her body. She moaned aloud, uncaring if anybody heard. The wave brought relief, the buildup in her belly receding. Her body grew heavy with sudden exhaustion, slumping forward slightly. "No, no, no, don't slow down," Adora's whine brought her back to the present, re-engaging her fingers. "Jesus, how are you still going?" She whispered. Adora's thrusts grew steadily sloppy, obviously coming close to the end of her tether.
Catra's finger cramped wrong, pushing against Adora's inner wall, but it was all the right move for her. Her mouth opened and slammed shut audibly, hissing through her teeth, grunting. Catra did it again. This time, something squeezed her fingers tightly. "Can't-" Adora gasped. "Too strong," She grunted, continuing her thrusts. "Let it happen," Catra hissed into her ear. She gave her swollen clit a flick with her thumb, glancing up into the face of her girlfriend.
Adora's body shuddered in uneven and sporadic jolts, her eyebrows drawn together so tightly, they merged into one deep frown. She gasped out once, eyes squeezing shut. Her insides clenched around Catra's impossibly tightly, a groan so low that it reverberated within Catra's brain. Her fingers dug painfully into Catra's shoulder blades, gasping loudly. "Catraaahh," Her body went ramrod straight, freezing entirely. Catra curled her fingers once more, watching as Adora released an unrestrained low groan, reverberating within Catra's chest as she unravelled above her very body. The blonde's hair stuck to her face as the tension bled out. She slumped forward into a bruising kiss by Catra's waiting lips.
"Satisfied, m'lady?" She asked quietly. Adora's damp head rested on her collarbone, her arms loosely draped around her body. "Very," She mumbled contently.
