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It took awhile for the nightmares to leave them.
Adora knows they will never truly escape the horrors they’ve been through, but it’s still nice not to have so many sleepless nights anymore. The few times she finds sleep evading her though, Adora finds that she doesn’t mind. Being awake next to Catra means more time to appreciate how adorable and beautiful she is.
“It is far too early for you to be staring at me.” Catra grumbles sleepily.
Adora laughs. “I woke up from a dream.”
“Are you alright?” Concern floods into Catra’s voice and she shifts herself unto Adora’s pillow.
“It wasn’t a bad dream.” Adora reassures, running a hand through Catra’s hair. It’s gotten longer, but still so soft. “I just couldn’t fall back asleep.”
“So you’ve been staring at me?”
“Yes.” A moment passes. “I like it, looking at you brings me comfort.”
A snort.
“I can’t tell if that’s creepy or endearing.”
Adora presses herself deep into the pillow to hide the blush that dusts her cheeks, and mumbles, “well I would think it was cute if you did it.” Soft laughter bubbles out of Catra as she drags a finger languidly down the side of Adora’s face that hasn’t melted into the pillow, tracing invisible circles around her cheekbones. “You may be a creep, but I suppose you are my creep.” Adora frowns, displeased by the new label, and retaliates when Catra’s finger dances across her bottom lip. Opening her mouth, Adora bites down, but her teeth barely grazes the tip of Catra’s nail, and it does nothing but elicit more laughter from her girlfriend.
“Oh Adoraaa,” She trills in a familiar way, “I’m the one with the sharp teeth, remember? But it’s cute when you try.” Adora opens her mouth once again to object but Catra hooks an arm around her, pulling the blonde taut against herself, and all of Adora’s protests die like the distance between them. “But you know,” she hums softly, “I think I might know another way you can put those not-so-sharp teeth of yours to use.” And proceeds to seize Adora’s lips with her own.
It feels so perfect Adora almost sighs in relief into the kiss.
Kisses with Catra are Adora’s favourite.
Adora is convinced that with every kiss they share, another planet out there is being saved.
She mentioned this to Catra once, perhaps a hundred sleepless nights ago, and Catra had simply chortled and pressed a kiss into her neck. “Aww how honorable of the mighty She-ra, the people would be relieved to know that romance does not stop their heroine from performing her duties.”
Adora had promptly flipped her over and said “well you’ll find that I am very good at performing my duties,” and there was no more teasing for the rest of the night (at least not from Catra, and at least not the speaking kind).
Catra is someone who keeps her love locked in a special chest, behind the guarded walls of her heart. Yet sometimes she pours so much love into her kisses that Adora worries Catra has emptied it all on her. That she has sucked Catra dry and the latter will have tired of her. But the next time they kiss, Adora will be reminded again of how much love Catra has. She feels loved when Catra smiles into a kiss. She feels desired when Catra bites at her bottom lip. Catra’s love fills her with a kind of warmth that everyone searches for in a perfect bath and Adora can only hope she gives Catra just as much. Every kiss with Catra is perfect because Catra is perfect. And she makes Adora feel perfect. She makes Adora feel enough, always. She tries not to dwells on it for too long or it makes her cry (though it’s not so bad because Catra usually peppers her with even more kisses than usual if she thinks Adora is sad).
Adora thinks she might never get used to the feel of Catra’s body against hers, how impossibly soft her fur is, and how when Catra holds her, Adora feels like the entire world has stopped to allow her the chance to memorize Catra’s each and every curve with her own. So that even when they’re old and grey and Adora’s eyesight has failed her, she’ll know where to place her palm and caress when Catra is having a nightmare. She’ll know where to kiss to bring forth that giggle Catra is so afraid to let out, but that Adora adores. She will freeze every moment in her mind, so that if the dark ever comes again for either of them, she would still know Catra by touch alone.
And together, they’d walk out of the darkness again, and again.