Steamy one shot. Nothing mega explicit, though still spicy.

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Catra purred as she glanced down. "Hey, Adora," She purred. Adora's eyes opened blearily. "Mmm... mornin' Catra," The blonde pressed her face further into Catra's belly fur. Catra chuckled softly, turning into laughter when Adora's head bounced with the movement.

The blonde grumbled as she pushed up on her elbows on either side of the magicat. The glare gave way to a frown. "You ok? You have a weird look on your face," Adora's face was a soft pink, reflecting in the hunger of Catra's eyes. "What? I'm not allowed to ogle my girlfriend?" The magicat responded. Adora's eyes scanned her face. "Not that I wouldn't happily take you right here, right now, but you've never acted like this before in the morning.. are you sure everything's okay?" Catra faltered a little. "I- is- we can get up... if you want?" She fumbled. Adora narrowed her eyes in thought for a second. "I don't mind being woken up like this," She grinned, inching further up the bed. "In fact, I love being woken up like this," Catra felt the ever-present heat return to her belly as Adora positioned herself above her form, one leg around her hips and the other pressing softly against her shorts. She swallowed. "You good?" Adora checked. "I could not be better," She purred.

Catra moved up, bringing her knee up to Adora's middle. She pressed her lips in for a bruising kiss, gently pulling the blond down against her knee. Adora's breath shuddered. Adora moaned into her mouth; a sound that drove Catra wild every single damn time. Adora's tongue flicked along her lip. Catra moaned softly, kissing hard, fueled by passion and hunger. Catra's hands roamed Adora's back as the girls lowered to the bed, both knees still firmly in place, adding friction to the moment. Adora's arms rippled with muscular strength as she hovered over Catra's form.

Catra moved a hand to Adora's chest. "Are you sure?" Adora panted breathlessly. Catra didn't speak. She began to play with Adora's breasts, cupping them with her palms. Despite the girl being slim and muscular, she had great boobs.

She moaned. Catra's body pricked with goosebumps.

She readjusted her hand, moving it to Adora's leg, near her stomach. Adora moaned her name. Catra couldn't help the grin. "What're you smiling about?" Adora panted against her teeth. Catra shook her head, "Doesn't matter," She answered breathlessly. She undid Adora's ponytail and ran her hands through the loose hair. Adora leaned down, sucking on Catra's neck. She moved her knee closer, shifting it forward and backwards. The magicat panted as she sucked on her neck. Catra copied Adora's action, bringing her knee closer, but moving it quicker. The blonde stuttered in her sucking, eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as she exhaled shakily. She began kissing down Catra's body, reaching her belly button. Catra whimpered lightly. She threw her head back, panting as Adora reached her hips. "Can I?" She whispered.

Catra's hands roamed her back as she jerked her knee. "Uh huh," She mumbled in consent. Adora shuddered as Catra's body jerked again, forcibly moving her knee against the blonde's womanhood. She faltered briefly, panting softly. "You- stop," She dug her fingers softly into Catra's hips. "Stop what?" Catra asked breathlessly. "Mm," Adora bit her lip as Catra moved her knee again, deliberately this time. "That," The blonde insisted. "You always make me come first. I want us to try and do it together," Catra argued, slowly the movement to a gentle rhythm. Adora groaned from her throat. "Keep doing that, and I'll be done long before you," The blonde's pupils were blown with lust, even Catra could see that.

Adora moved up again, bringing her leg up. Catra stared into her girlfriend's eyes, leaning forward to-

"WHAT THE FUCK!? EW!" Catra gasped and jolted back. Adora shot up, the cover slipping down her back. Catra grabbed it to stop the reveal of her chest. "Glimmer! Bow!" Adora yelled. "Lock the goddam door when you have sex, Jesus!" Glimmer yelled. "GET OUT!" Catra flushed bright red, the heat in her belly rushing to her face. Adora's head drooped when the door slammed shut. Catra twisted her head to look up. Adora collapsed dramatically onto her belly, making her exhale in surprise.

"Oh my god..." She mumbled against Catra's belly. The magicat was too busy trying to catch up with the recent reveal of her... private time. "We've gotta move. Change our names," Adora continued. "I'm Lynda, you're Terra," Catra was only partly paying attention, absently raking her claws through the blonde's messy hair. She often found that combing through Adora's hair helped her calm down. The blonde kept it fairly free of knots, leaving just the smooth silky feel for Catra's sensitive claws to rake through. Adora's mumbling turned quieter, vibrating against her belly.

"'Dora, relax. You're telling me Sparkles and Arrows ain't having sex?" Catra paused. "Fuck me, she's popping out a baby glitter baby by your birthday. They've definitely had sex," She tried to reassure. Adora wasn't convinced.

"Maybe Huntara will let us move to the Waste," She continued planning their escapade. Whilst Catra wasn't too much of a prude regarding her body, she knew Adora was. Since around the age of ten, when Adora went through puberty quicker than the other female cadets, she'd tried to shower as low to the ground as she could, determined to hide as much as she could. In Bright Moon, where privacy was a huge thing? Adora had definitely become worse with letting her birthday suit show.

Catra's claws continued combing through her girlfriend's hair for a moment before the magicat glanced down. A small smile stretched her face. She continued in her combing movements. Adora, the dope, had passed out again on her belly, breathing deeply in sleep. Catra tipped her head back to look at the ceiling.

How was her life, five years ago, head of the Horde compared to now, not even the top in her sex life?

Don't get her wrong, Catra could top Adora any day of the week. She loved watching the blonde writhe and cry out her name in a sweaty mess, but Adora always took the lead before Catra could stop her. And she always made Catra come first, leaving her too tired to return the favour. Sometimes, there'd be leftover energy, but not often. Catra hated to admit it, but Adora was a master. She could make her go from zero to a sweaty mess in less than five minutes.

Literally.

She glanced down at the snoozing blonde once more. Catra shook her head softly, twisting to turn the small light off. Sure, it was morning, but if Adora was too tired to face the day, then who was Catra to stop her?