so, baby, can we dance? [ adora + catra ]

[catchtheseclaws]

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Adora's sudden burst of spontaneity has Catra bursting out into a delighted laugh, so happy she barely knows what to do with it. Ever since they saved the world... well, it's not Adora's fault, she knows, but Catra's been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For someone to tell her that she's not welcome. For Adora to leave again.

But here's Adora, practically begging her to run away with her, looking so nervous like there's any chance in Hell that Catra would ever reject her now. It soothes some wounded part of Catra's soul, and has her squeezing Adora's hands like she never wants to let go.

"If I know Entrapta, she's probably stocked Darla up with about six months worth of supplies." Because Entrapta, for all her manic ways, is the type to burrow into a place and stay there obsessing over a project for years, so she's pretty good at preparation. "But we should still definitely get food and wine, just 'cause it looks all fancy and I wanna steal it."

Catra beams at her, and after a moment of internal debate, leans in to press a kiss to Adora's cheek. Luckily for her, her fur mostly hides how the tips of her ears turn red.

"Go make a good distraction. I'll meet you at the ship?"