[Some of the tension coiled tight in her muscles eases with Adora's assertion, and Catra heaves out an aggrieved sigh. Right before she leans forward on her knees, draping her arms around Adora and resting her chin in the crook of her (slightly wet, and Catra makes a face at her own bad life choices) neck. It only takes a moment before she huffs another irritated breath, and her drape becomes more of a hug as she wraps her arms around Adora's warm chest. Her fur might be uncomfortable for Adora's heated skin, and Catra will let go soon... but she's always been a selfish person, and she just wants to. Hold this idiot. Just for a while.
Because not that she was insecure or anything about it (--except, you know. The fact that that's a lie.), but it's gratifying to hear Adora commit. To her. To letting her help. To not doing things that make it seem like she doesn't want Catra around.]
Think about that stuff later. [And her tone is wry, now; as if there isn't a not unpleasant flutter of butterflies in her stomach. --But that'll be nice. Kissing Adora. Maybe Adora will keep her shirt off and hair loose for it, and some of those idle daydreams of the past will finally find their way into reality, and there'll be a flush on her skin for an entirely different reason.] You're way too gross to be talking about kissing right now.
[That's also a lie, but it's one that Catra's good at - convincing herself of reasons to not kiss her best friend. She went all those years without giving in to the urge to press herself against Adora's lips; she can manage, what? Three days? Piece of cake.]
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Because not that she was insecure or anything about it (--except, you know. The fact that that's a lie.), but it's gratifying to hear Adora commit. To her. To letting her help. To not doing things that make it seem like she doesn't want Catra around.]
Think about that stuff later. [And her tone is wry, now; as if there isn't a not unpleasant flutter of butterflies in her stomach. --But that'll be nice. Kissing Adora. Maybe Adora will keep her shirt off and hair loose for it, and some of those idle daydreams of the past will finally find their way into reality, and there'll be a flush on her skin for an entirely different reason.] You're way too gross to be talking about kissing right now.
[That's also a lie, but it's one that Catra's good at - convincing herself of reasons to not kiss her best friend. She went all those years without giving in to the urge to press herself against Adora's lips; she can manage, what? Three days? Piece of cake.]