Catra's still not sure if she regrets or loves the circumstances of their first kiss. She'd been terrified that Adora was going to die, she'd barely been able to hear anything over the rabbit-quick thumping of her heart and the anxiety churning in her gut. Their kiss, when Adora had opened her eyes, had been pure relief. The purest, most true emotion Catra has ever felt.
But she thinks she likes this kiss better.
Adora's not dying. The world doesn't need saving. It's just the two of them (plus Melog) in a ship that's hurtling through the stars, and the soft press of Adora's lips against hers.
There's a break, briefly, and Catra winds her arms around Adora's waist to tug her in closer, and parts her lips, and the kiss gets a whole lot deeper, then, Catra's tongue playfully exploring as she hums happily. It brings out the tiniest of purrs, a faint rumble in her chest before she draws back, eyes hooded in smug regard, cheeks pink under her freckles.
"Wow, maybe we should have emotional conversations more often, if that's how they end," Catra drawls.
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But she thinks she likes this kiss better.
Adora's not dying. The world doesn't need saving. It's just the two of them (plus Melog) in a ship that's hurtling through the stars, and the soft press of Adora's lips against hers.
There's a break, briefly, and Catra winds her arms around Adora's waist to tug her in closer, and parts her lips, and the kiss gets a whole lot deeper, then, Catra's tongue playfully exploring as she hums happily. It brings out the tiniest of purrs, a faint rumble in her chest before she draws back, eyes hooded in smug regard, cheeks pink under her freckles.
"Wow, maybe we should have emotional conversations more often, if that's how they end," Catra drawls.