Catra woke up a fair while before Adora did, which wasn't a surprise much these days. Ever since the Heart, her girlfriend had finally acknowledged that she needed more self-care: and that began with her sleep schedule. Catra didn't mind it though. She loved being able to wake up by Adora's side without worrying about Shadow Weaver bursting in and punishing them both for fraternizing. Adora had also discovered she liked being the little spoon, often curling against Catra's side in sleep. The blonde shifted against her belly, mumbling under her breath.

Catra was only partly paying attention, absently raking her claws through the blonde's messy hair. "Babe, you're sleep-talking again," She muttered softly, trying not to rouse the blonde too much. They'd both been up with nightmares and panic attacks over recent days. Catra's were kind of bounce-backs from Adora's. The poor blonde would wake up already six feet deep into a panic attack, clawing at her chest, sobbing that it hurt. After Catra had calmed Adora down from her attacks, she'd soothe her back to sleep and panic in silence under the covers.

Scorpia's babe, Perfume (or whatever), had said it was phantom pains that were causing Adora's panic attacks. She'd wake up and genuinely believe she was still dying in the Heart, including the pain that had run rampant. Catra's, of course, was triggered by the familiarity of Adora shaking in her arms, sobbing that she was in agony.

Catra could feel the panic rising, so she diverted her attention to Adora's mused 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. Catra tipped her head back to look at the ceiling, breathing slowly and deeply.

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 finish 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 on. The curtains were drawn, but the midday sun was starting to stream through. Catra knew Adora needed her sleep, but she wouldn't get much if she knew she was sleeping in till gone one in the afternoon. She glanced at the clock. It was already eleven-fifty. Catra began to softly stroke Adora's bare shoulder blades, tracing softly over the scars she'd left her seven years ago.

Adora's eyes opened blearily. "Mmm... mornin' Catra," The blonde pressed her face further into Catra's belly fur. "Hey, Adora," She purred. 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 want of Catra's eyes. "What? I'm not allowed to ogle my girlfriend?" The magicat responded. Adora hummed lowly. Catra played with her claws. "I just think you're hot, is all," She mumbled. 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 just-" Catra sighed. "You always seem to do so much for everyone else..." She tugged a strand of Adora's blonde hair softly. "I just like doing stuff for you instead," She admitted.

Adora scanned her face. "I don't mind being woken up like this," She smiled. Catra smirked softly as Adora inched further up, moving so her face was directly above Catra's. "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, putting a hand against Adora's chest. "You good?" Adora checked. "The point of this talk was that I do stuff to you," She purred.

Catra wrapped her arms around Adora's neck and rolled over, pressing the blonde into the mattress. She positioned herself so she was straddling Adora's hips, tail softly caressing her legs. Adora visibly swallowed. Catra absently ran her claw across Adora's abs. Adora's breath shuddered. Catra leaned forward, kissing her softly. 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. She moved her hand to under Adora's shirt.

"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. Catra moved along her jaw and neck, sucking softly. The blonde panted. Catra began kissing down her body, reaching her belly button. Adora whimpered lightly. She threw her head back, panting as Catra reached her waistband. "Can I?" She whispered.

They'd always made a clear rule; ask for clear permission before any below-the-waist activity.

Adora's glassy eyes and shaky nod gave Catra all she needed. She pulled her knickers off, kissing her legs.

***split pov***

Catra's mouth went back down to glide over Adora's chest, whilst the blonde's fingers dipped down to scrape through mousy brown tufts. Adora's hand flew up to grip Catra's hair at the root, hissing through her teeth when her fingers brushed over that spot.

"Oh, fuck," Adora groaned. Catra's second finger joined her first and she slowly pumped them in and out. Adora's hips followed the rhythm with sporadic jolts. There was a soft thud. Catra looked up, huffing softly, but not ceasing her movements. Adora's head was pushed into the pillows, her eyes scrunched shut, eyebrows drawn, mouth hung open, emitting breathy pants and moans.

She bit her lip, arching her hips forward, moaning softly. "Mmm-" She cut herself short, eyes flying open in slight disgruntlement. "Can I use my mouth?" Catra asked. Adora appreciated the ask, but her body was filled with the primal lust that she'd only ever had in the company of the magicat. "Hurry up," Adora said instead with a breathy laugh. Catra rolled her tongue over Adora's left nipple.

"Oh, fuck, Catra!" Adora groaned, her hips jolting against Catra's. "This is killing me," Adora whined when Catra moved to the right nipple. She sucked it into her mouth with more force. Her fangs scraped over the sensitive tip. Adora shouted some garbled mix of Catra's name and another curse word.

"I love this," Catra chuckled. "You're so desperate for me," She ran her tongue along Adora's abs. Adora shuddered. "God, if you just-" Adora cried, thrusting herself back up against Catra. Catra swung up to meet Adora's mouth and Adora moaned at the way her tongue swiped over the seal.

"I'm gonna go down now," Catra warns, gently digging her fingers into the groove of Adora's hips. One of Adora's arms covered her eyes as she hissed through her teeth, mumbling an acceptance in the act. She kissed down between Adora's breasts again. A hand came up to cup one when she kissed over her quivering abs. Adora stiffened for a moment, breath catching on a whine in her throat.

The blonde couldn't help the low groan when Catra finally went down. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to focus enough on not yanking her girlfriend's hair painfully. She panted, guttural moans leaving her throat as she focused the only rational part of her brain on the act. Adora could feel the involuntary shaking of her legs as they tried to come together, her body becoming confused between the signals of pleasure and pain.

Adora released her grip on Catra's hair, unsure if the restraint she had would stay. Her hands grabbed at the pillow by her head, then the quilt. Her breath came out high-pitched and needy as she hissed between her teeth, desperately trying to convince her brain that the signals were pleasure and not pain.

"Ah-" She cut her moan off as her vision greyed out, her brain finally understanding the signals weren't horrid. Adora's throat grew dry, despite her swallowing. Then Catra touched the thing. Adora's hands flew to her head again, seeking some kind of grounding. Her back arched off the bed, hips stuttering. Her vision tunnelled as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, panting through the still confused signals from her brain.

Catra began to suck.

The blonde felt her belly begin to tighten painfully. "Catra, I'm-" She tried to say, but her mouth fumbled, dissolving into a high-pitched whine. "I know," The magicat simply mumbled. Adora's hands became rapidly unhinged, unsure of where to go.

Catra felt them tug lightly at her hair before patting the quilt. Adora's thighs begin to shake uncontrollably and her moans become more and more of a garbled prayer. "Catra. Catra. Ah, fuck. Catr-aah," Adora groaned, tossing her head left and right. Her mouth opened, snapped shut, and then opened again with a hiss. Catra's name caught on an inhale like a cuss word.

"Oh my God!" Adora whimpered and her back arched again. Her hips stuttered sporadically. Catra gave her an enthusiastic moan that Adora answered with an ear-shatteringly low groan.

Catra's hands wound around Adora's thighs, digging into the thick skin. She felt each flutter and jerk of the muscles in Adora's incredibly well-built thighs. Adora whimpered softly, panting heavily. Catra gave a powerful tug against the cherry bud. Adora writhed, gasping and sobbing. "Oh, Catra. Catra, I'm gonna-!"

Catra groaned against Adora's heat as her body clenched impossibly tightly. An unrestrained guttural groan left Adora's throat as her back bent. The wave of pleasure crashed over her form as her hands dug into Catra's shoulders. The magicat moved up, encasing her lips in a bruising kiss. Her fingers caressed the bud quickly, but softly. Adora could feel the effects of the first orgasm receding, but the second one quickly building behind. Her brain turned off as her whines broke into belly-born guttural moans, despite Catra still sucking on her lips.

She tried to say her girlfriend's name, but all that came out was a garbled mix of incoherent shit and pleading moans. The wave of pleasure crashed over her again, but this time it hurt slightly, even as pleasure overpowered the feel. She exposed her neck to the ceiling, pressing her skull into the pillow as tightly as she could, desperate for some kind of hold on reality. Catra finally brought her hand out of the quilt, resting softly on Adora's quivering belly. She sat up, admiring her handiwork of making the hero of Etheria a quivering, sobbing mess.

Adora grunted as the wave receded, forcibly moving her head from the pillow to meet Catra's eyes. She twisted slightly, moving the magicat off and onto her side. Her cherry bud felt ice cold from the overstimulation, so she desperately tried to protect it. Catra seemed to not notice, instead leaning over for one final kiss.

"Oh, wow," Adora could only mutter as she blinked stars from her vision. "Mm, I see why you like going down so much," she said with a grin."Oh, that's not why," Catra admitted. "Then why?" Adora asked, breathless. Her body shuddered. "Sorry, I'm still..."

"Really?" Catra asked with a cocky smile. "This is your longest one," Adora nodded as she chuckled breathily. "There's something about when you suck that. Uh-" She gestured vaguely.

Catra rolled over and danced her fingers over Adora's naked body. She stroked the soft curve of her belly before circling around her waist. "Take your time," she advised, a little jealous that Adora had a double orgasm. But then the jealousy was taken over by the pride of knowing that she was the one to make Etheria's greatest hero a sobbing, writhing mess.

Adora's eyes fluttered closed, most energy she'd woken up with, gone. "Why?" She mustered. "Why what?" Catra asked. Adora swallowed thickly. "What was... that for?" She turned her head. The magicat snorted. "You weren't complaining thirty seconds ago," She reminded. Adora clicked her tongue as she turned back to the ceiling. "No I wasn't," She agreed. Adora glanced at the clock, resentment building in her veins.

The bed was so warm, and curled into Catra's side was even warmer. She grumbled to herself, forcing herself upright and out of bed. Her legs shook slightly. "Where're you going?" Catra asked. Adora raised a brow, gesturing to her shiny legs. "Showering... I can't exactly go into the meeting like this, can I?" She leaned against the door frame. Catra mewled from the bed. "I mean, you could," She teased. Adora rolled her eyes. "They're already disturbed enough by our evenings, I'm not gonna go in smelling like fresh you," Cara snorted. "I happen to like that smell,"

Adora rolled her eyes again, taking off her top. "You would," She snarked. Once in the bathroom, that ever-familiar ache for her girlfriend made itself known with a bang. Adora leaned back, poking out her head. "You coming for a shower? Or am I on my own?"

Catra's eyes lit up as she bounced after the blonde warrior.