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It had been a long day.
Catra, Adora, and the team were finally back at camp. Catra was anything but pleased, she was tired, sore, and irritable as fuck. Adora teased her about her foul mood in a way that had it been anyone else she would have snapped, but for some reason when Adora did it she didn’t mind. She acted annoyed but if anything she found it kind of… cute.
Catra would never in a million years admit that to anyone. It would be humiliating. She even hated admitting it to herself, but she’s had these feelings that are getting progressively harder to hide.
She is in love with Adora.
She is in love with Adora.
She is in love with Adora.
No matter what way she puts it, it doesn’t get better.
She should have been able to figure that out sooner, but with everything… she never let herself feel it. Though now, she felt too strongly to ignore it anymore. If Melog makes it obvious she might throw the cat into the fucking sun. If there’s one thing she’s found out, it is that that cat responds to her emotions, and she does not need that cat acting all happy and loving while she is trying to be annoyed with Adora.
Setting aside the weight that comes with every day Catra walked to her cot. She was so ready to finally go to sleep and it wasn’t until she was standing over her bed that she noticed her blankets missing. She let out a loud irritated huff of air before sitting down on her barren cot and hugging her knees into her chest.
Way to add to her already sour mood.
Catra was so frustrated she could barely think straight, though that could be the lack of sleep as well. She needed to calm herself down before her anger got out of hand. It was something she was working on. Melog curled up next to her mirroring her mood. It was gonna be a long night.
Catra and Adora share a space for their cots. They are spaced around six feet apart from each other, so it was no surprise when she heard Adora enter the room.
“Catra?” she said, voice soft.
“Yeah?” Catra's voice was muffled as she buried her face in her arms.
“Where are your blankets?” Adora asked as she sat on the edge of her cot. Ugh, why does Adora have to be so caring? And why does Catra feel like both punching Adora and hugging her for that question.
“They grew legs and walked away” Catra said as she rolled over to face Adora, there was little bite in her words. Her voice was just thick with exhaustion. Adora was looking at her, soft yet slightly worried smile gracing her annoyingly beautiful face. Her expression shifted into what Catra could only describe as her thinking face.
“Wanna sleep in my cot? It will be just like old times.” Adora says voice soft with a reminiscent look on her face. Catra couldn’t help but look back on the memories as well. Before… everything, Catra and Adora were practically joined at the hip. They still were, if anything, what happened had brought them closer than ever.
Catra couldn’t help but blush as she answered Adora in agreement, she just hoped Adora couldn’t tell. That was just wishful thinking though, Adora noticed everything. Though, she didn’t say anything, didn’t tease, and as Catra laid down beside her she could have sworn she was blushing too. But the lights were low so can Catra really be sure of anything?
It was awkward at first, in an endearing way. This time felt different than the others. The air felt charged. The way Catra’s heart was racing definitely wasn’t helping. Adora broke the ice first, always there for Catra when she didn’t know what to do.
Adora cuddled up to her and Catra practically melted against her. Her guard was down. She hasn’t been that comfortable in ages. They both fall asleep in each other's arms. When they wake up they realize they are the most rested they’ve been in a while.