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Adora doesn't feel nervous when they take off most of their clothes, even when hers are the first to come off. But once Catra pushes her toward the bed, laying Adora on her back with one hand on her cheek and the other dangerously close to the edge of her underwear, she freezes up.
A million thoughts swirl in her head—thoughts of how lackluster most sex has been for her up to that moment, how she's never touched a woman, how is she going to touch Catra, the most desirable woman she's laid eyes on? And then, the thought of Catra waiting on her. It's been over seven months since they started dating and they haven't fucked. They're adults, this isn't—
"Why are you so tense?" Catra's concerned face pulls Adora out of her reverie. "Adora, you're stiff as a board."
"I'm fine." She says it as a reflex. "Just keep going."
Catra scoffs her eyes looking over Adora's face. "Adora, I'm not going to keep touching you when you clearly don't want me to." She backs up, sitting up on the bed.
"I'll get over it." Adora knows from experience.
She might have built the night up in her head. Finn was with their dad and they'd had a lovely date. It was time for Adora to get over herself and her thoughts and just have sex with her girlfriend.
"Adora," Catra says patiently, her hand pushing a strand of hair out of her face. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." It's soft and reassuring just like every time Adora has stopped them from moving forward.
She lets out a big breath. "I want to. That's the problem!" Catra looks confused, which is understandable. Adora sighs. "It's—you're so worldly and know what you're doing and I just don't." She finally admits. It's not that Catra doesn't know these things about Adora but she didn't want her to know how much it bothered Adora.
Catra's confusion clears, giving way to compassion. "No one knows everything all the time." She reminds.
"I know but what if I'm—bad?" She shakes her head. "Like, what if I spent all this wasted time and now I can't even get you off?"
Catra groans, her hands reaching out to hold her. "Adora, you know better than that."
She purses her lips. "Well, maybe I don't."
She sighs. "Why haven't you brought up these concerns before?"
"Because mentally I know I'm being ridiculous." She offers softly. "I was hoping I'd just... get over it."
It's her automatic response when it comes to sex and anything around the topic—mostly if she can push down the thoughts and feelings that erupt, things are safer.
"You aren't just going to get over a concern like that, have you met yourself?" She lets out a soft laugh and opens her arms. "Come here."
Adora nestles under Catra's chin, taking great comfort in the fact that the brunette can't see her face anymore.
Catra places a soft kiss on her forehead. "So. You're worried about getting me off?" There's some humor in the question.
Adora's face burns as she nods against Catra's neck. "Yeah. I also really want to have a good experience."
"A good experience." Catra echoes.
She swallows. "I haven't had many of those. With sex, I mean."
"I can see that. I'm guessing it wasn't the most...involved thing for you?" Catra asks hesitantly.
She groans out loud. "No, I never—even the times that seemed good, I never understood why everyone was so crazy about it. It just lacked in a fundamental way I couldn't put into words." Most times she had sex because she felt she should want to, not because she did. "I'm—I don't want it to be like that with you."
"Alright. Anything else while we are airing it all out?" Catra checks.
Adora bites her lip. "You're scary."
This makes Catra let out a surprised laugh. "Scary?" She repeats.
"Yeah, you're just—fuck you're so attractive, Catra. When you touch me, it just feels like so much." Catra is just about every wet dream Adora's ever had, even if she never realized it—or didn't let herself realize it—when she was younger.
"And that scares you?"
She nods again. "I've never felt this way before in my whole life."
Catra gently pulls Adora out of the crook of her neck so she could look her in the eyes. "I've never felt this way either, Adora." She clears her throat. "You're it for me. You have been since I was a hormonal teenager trying so hard to not let on that I had a devastating crush on my best friend." She laughs softly, trailing off. "Sometimes when we push a boundary and try something new... it feels like I'm back on your bed and sixteen, at that moment right before you rejected me." Adora holds Catra a little tighter at that admission. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad, just know this is scary for me too."
"I'm never going to run from you again, Catra." She has anxieties about their relationship at times, but she has no doubt that Catra is the one for her.
"But you have to know Adora—no matter what, I love you for who you are. Whether that means we don't have sex because you don't feel comfortable or we fuck like rabbits. Doesn't mean shit to me. Alright?"
"What if we just do what feels right?" Adora suggests.
Catra rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "I thought that's what we were doing before we started this whole conversation."
Adora laughs. "Yeah, I just got in my own way, I guess."
Catra shakes her head. "If you have a single doubt, I want to hear it. If we make love, I want you to be ready and to want it as badly as I do."
"Make love?" Adora asks shyly, her lips quirking up in a smile.
Catra's gaze is steady, almost feral as she nods. "Oh yeah. That's what I want to do with you." Catra leans down and kisses her gently. "You still like that?" She checks in.
"I love when you kiss me." Adora breathes.
Catra smiles softly. "Okay, can I touch you above the belt?" She nods her head. They'd had heavy makeouts before where Catra had touched her chest. It was everything that came after that felt daunting. "I need a word, princess."
"Yes." She calls out to her girlfriend, then she feels one of her hands slip onto her torso, a lazy touch as if Catra has all night to trace shapes onto Adora's skin.
"I felt so shitty sometimes, but I dreamed about kissing you." Catra whispers on her skin, dropping a kiss on her neck. "I can't believe I can do it sometimes."
"Always." Adora breathes out.
She runs her hands through Catra's hair, enjoying the feeling of it under her fingertips. She's never felt so present, so alive when she's been intimate with someone.
"You're so..." Catra trails off, speechless as she takes in Adora's naked form. "You look like a goddess."
Adora shakes her with a slight smile. "Maybe before Finn—" Her hands creep to the stretch marks she knows are under her breast and by her hips.
Catra's hands get there first, her fingers tracing the skin that's different. "This only makes you more beautiful," Catra say seriously as she bends down, placing soft kisses along the ridge of Adora's hips where she's gotten softer and rounder with age. "You're body is perfect the way it is because it's yours and I love you."
Adora shudders both at the sensation and the reverent look in Catra's eyes as she softly places kisses up and down Adora's side. Catra comes back up to kiss her properly, her chest pressing against Adora's.
She feels so wet, her panties clinging to her as Catra kisses her and tweaks her nipples. She can't help but moan and arch her back, looking for more.
"Can I touch you?" She finally asks, looking up at Catra. The brunette stares at her through hooded eyes and nods. Adora reaches up and gently touches her, surprised when Catra gasps out. "You like that?"
Catra nods, one of her hands grabbing Adora's wrist and pressing it more firmly on her chest. "You seem to be forgetting that you're my literal dream girl, Adora." She laughs. "There's very little you could do that I wouldn't like. Just touch me."
Adora heeds Catra's words, pressing into her and watching as she sighs and arches into Adora's touch.
Her boobs look so amazing and they feel even better under her touch—she can't believe she ever felt worried about this. Every gasp and noise Catra lets out makes her want to keep touching her, to never stop until she sees Catra satisfied.
"Catra, I want more," Adora says, her hands never moving as she pays attention to Catra's noises, favoring the noises that make her sigh and bite her lip.
"Are you sure?" She bites out.
Adora nods frantically. Maybe it's partially the haze of desire but so many of her worries seem small in comparison to how she feels now. "I promise, I won't regret it. I want you."
"Alright. Okay." Catra mutters under her breath. She looks a little shell-shocked.
"Unless you don't want to?" Adora asks uncertainly.
"No, no. I definitely do." She assures. "I've just thought about this a lot." She admits.
Adora's gut clenches with residual anxiety rearing its head. "Not setting expectations too high, I hope?"
"Adora, there are no expectations. To be honest, you've barely touched me and I'm halfway there. I can't imagine how this could somehow be anything short of amazing."
She can feel herself flush, not sure how she could get someone as gorgeous and experienced as Catra turned on with what they've done. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She slots her thigh between Adora's with a grin. "Good thing you have strong thighs, princess, you'll need them."
She then rocks her hips a little and it sends Adora's world on its axis. The small movement had Adora's underwear rub on her clit leaving Ador a whimpering mess.
"Oh shit." She breathes out. Adora hadn't expected it to feel that way. At first, the motion is small and a little awkward as they shift about, trying to find what's comfortable.
Adora doesn't mind it though, only feeling excitement instead of the anxiety that had festered in her all evening. She drops soft kisses on Catra's collarbones and chest, having difficulty keeping her eyes off the brunette. Catra looks like she's ripped straight from her dreams, naked except for her underwear as she moves with Adora.
She feels Catra grind down on her thigh and somehow that's even better because her body arches and she lets out a moan that makes Adora's blood rush in her ears.
"Adora." She whines and Adora has never heard her name sounds like that. She lifts her head and catches Catra's lips in hers, drinking in a drawn-out moan.
The build-up is slow but it feels tender, looking into Catra's eyes as their hands touch each other. It's so much more than just the physical feeling that builds I'm her body—it's the swell of emotion because it's finally Catra that's touching her.
Adora is positive that Catra could feel her wetness on her leg but she can't find herself giving a fuck now that they've set a rhythm that suits them both. Each rock of their hips together feels like something new, a sensation she couldn't have imagined—the feeling of their naked chests pressed together, the strain of Catra's arm propping her up, the way her breath fanned over Adora, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
It's ridiculous she knows—it's the broad surface of Catra's thigh she's grinding on, and they're still wearing their underwear—but she's never chased a high like this, either on her own or with someone else.
It helps that Catra is so close, her body covering Adora, soft sounds passing through her lips as she pushes them both closer to their release.
"Adora, fuck—you look so good, baby." She whimpers out, her eyes roving over Adora's chest as she leans back a little. "You're being so good for me."
A whine passes from her lips unbidden at the praise, her eyes shutting because suddenly all the stimulus is overwhelming. She tries to keep moving but her legs are trembling and she can feel her orgasm just beyond her grasp.
She's positive Catra can feel it too when she leans forward, one of her hands finding Adora's nipple. "Please, Adora." Catra's tone is needy and it shoots straight to her gut. "Come." She begs.
Adora jerks violently the feelings all cresting together in a wave she can only drown in. When she opens her eyes, Catra is staring at her. "Fuck you look so hot like that." She breathes out, leaning forward and kissing her.
Adora deepens the kiss, her hands framing Catra's face. "You haven't—?" Adora asks and Catra shakes her head.
"It's fine." She dismisses. Catra is about to move when Adora squeezes her thighs together, keeping her in place. Catra's eyes snap up at her.
"If you want to—fuck, Catra I'd really love it if you came for me." She says plainly, eyes searching Catra's.
Catra's breath deepens as she looks at Adora. "We don't have to." She says slowly but she settles more snugly on Adora's like she was before.
Adora nods vigorously. "I know. But I want to make you feel good." She says breathlessly. The tension in her body is mostly gone but she can't get the thought of Catra climaxing out of her head—it's a gnawing want she desperately wants to satisfy. "Please let me?"
Catra looks at her for a moment before nodding softly. Adora props her leg a little higher and Catra sits up. She hisses as she starts to move again, this time Adora's hands secure around Catra's hips as she grinds down.
Adora must look like an idiot, mouth open as she just stares at Catra. She's so gorgeous, hair wild and ruffled, pert breasts heaving as she closes her eyes, soft moans leaving her lips.
Adora's grip on Catra's hips tightens of their own accord and Catra whines, eyes flying to meet hers. The stare she gives Adora is magnetic, a hooded look that makes Adora feel like she can't breathe.
She lifts one of her hands between Catra's breasts, stroking the skin there. "You're gorgeous." Adora can't help but marvel as she moves her hands over her body. She bites her lip as Catra gets a little louder, thrusting harder. Adora moves her leg gently in time with Catra's movement and her girlfriend keens. "Catra."
"Adora." Catra whines back. She's moving faster until she loses her balance, falling forward onto Adora. She makes sure to move with Catra, still providing pressure as best she can. Adora kisses Catra's neck, biting gently the way she likes.
Adora's hand snakes around her back, leveraging Catra against her thigh. "I love you." Adora whispers in her ear. "You're everything I've ever dreamed of." It's more sappy than anything else, but Catra cries out sharply, her thighs squeezing Adora's as she bears down on her. Catra is a quaking mess, spasms rocking through her as Adora holds her, not missing a moment.
Then Catra is dead weight, laying atop Adora. She runs her hands over Catra's back, still in awe, processing that Catra just had an orgasm from them being together. Her heart thuds in her ears as she thinks about her gorgeous girlfriend falling apart on top of her—there's never been a better sight as far as she's concerned.
"Is it always like that?" Adora wonders out loud. "I can't imagine it being that way with anyone but you." She admits.
She knows she's attracted to women but Catra awakens something in her that no one else does. She's not sure if it's because she's in love with her or some other reason but all other sexual attraction has felt one-dimensional in comparison.
Catra lifts her head a little to look at Adora. "Not always." She places a soft kiss on her forehead. "Good news is we can do that as often or as little as you want." She says with a lazy grin.
"We want." Adora amends. She knows a lot of their pace has to do with Adora's comfort, but she never wants Catra to feel like she doesn't have a say in what they do.
"Yeah." Catra agrees softly. She looks down and then back at Adora a rueful expression on her face. "We should probably shower. We are kind of sticky."
Adora laughs at that although Catra is absolutely right. She can feel Catra's slick drying on her thigh and she's pretty sure she's going to have to toss this pair of underwear.
"Maybe we could shower together?" Adora ventures with a grin. "It doesn't have to be sexual or anything." She tacks on.
Catra hums, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Yeah, of course." She gives Adora a smirk. "Have to take advantage since we have the house to ourselves right?"
"Exactly." Adora keeps her eyes on Catra, watching as she strolls her way into the bathroom, kicking off her underwear as she goes.
Adora resolves that she'll learn all of Catra, from her freckles to her noises, because there's nothing she's wanted more.