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Catra scoffs to herself as she surveys the bedroom. It doesn’t look particularly lived in, hardly a personal effect visible. Notably, not only does it look spartan but Princess Adora isn’t here. She's not sure why Catra is the first one in the bedroom—it's the princess's bedroom after all, shouldn't she be here to welcome Catra?
She closes the door behind her. The sun set hours ago and everything went to plan. The union between Halfmoon and Eternia is a resounding success—Catra hadn't stumbled over her vows, and they'd smoothly transitioned into the coronation.
After that, there was a huge feast. She didn't get to enjoy the feast though—she was rushed upstairs with an army of ladies in waiting preparing her for her wedding night. Catra could feel her anxiety start mounting again as they helped her bathe, put scented oils in her hair, and then fussed over what she should wear.
Now she's in the most revealing nightdress she's ever come across. It’s a blood red color Catra finds pretty, but it has a plunging neckline and hardly covers her ass. Thankfully, they gave her a robe to preserve her modesty, but her stomach rolls at the thought of taking it off. At the thought of what she must do to finalize her marriage to a stranger.
She sits on the edge of the bed, holding herself. If the princess can't bother to show up in time, the least she can do is make herself comfortable. She wonders if she'll get to sleep in her own bed—the guestroom she slept in last night—or if she'll be expected to share with the princess.
"Your majesty?" Her head snaps up when she hears the unfamiliar voice. The only words she'd heard from Adora's lips had been their vows—given the expedited need for the wedding, there was no time for pleasantries like actually meeting the woman she would be marrying.
The princess pads in quietly. In the dim light, Catra can make out some of the traces of the cosmetics that she'd used for the wedding. She's in the same oversized kind of robe, her feet are bare, and her hair is still in her ceremonial braid, although the baubles that were decorating it are long gone.
Catra stands quickly, leaning down into a short bow before pulling up quickly, realizing that is likely more revealing than she'd meant to be. She holds the robe to herself even tighter. "Your majesty." She acknowledges stiffly.
Adora tilts her head to the side, her braid swinging over her shoulder. "You seem tense." She notes softly, taking another step closer until she's right before Catra. "Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?" Her voice is kind and soft, not curt and polite like it had been when she delivered her vows to Catra a few hours ago.
Catra gives her a jerky shake of her head. "No, I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." With a sharp breath she goes to pull off her robe, but she's stopped by Adora's hand lightly touching the fabric, before dropping her touch entirely. "What?" Her voice is frayed around the edges, and she hates that. She hates showing weakness in front of anyone, but it’s worse in front of a woman she’s forced to expose herself to.
"You don't have to do anything you don't wish to." The princess says seriously, her eyes wandering between both of Catra's. "You aren't required, as far as I'm concerned."
Catra fights the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t take the princess as naïve from the rumors she’s heard. "It's a duty. The point is to bear it." She turns, giving the princess a sidelong glance. "I'm nothing if not faithful to my kingdom." This union is critical to both Halfmoon and Eternia if they are to survive the threat the Horde poses.
Adora’s blues are bright in the relative darkness of their room, a slight smile gracing her lips. Her face is contorted in something Catra has never seen directed at her. It's some kind of tenderness, but there's also a fire blazing in her eyes.
She takes another step toward Catra until they are standing toe to toe. "My liege."
Her head snaps up to look at Adora, to determine if she's being mocked. She notes mirth on her face but it's far from condescending. "That's not my—what are you doing?" She feels the princess trail her long fingers down one of Catra's cheeks.
"I'll tell you what I'm not going to do." She says seriously, eyes steady as her fingers trace Catra's jaw. "I'm not going to do anything you don't affirmatively want."
Catra rolls her eyes and starts shaking her head. "We need to consummate—" She stops when she feels Adora's hand cup her chin tilting her face so they’re making eye contact once again.
"We don't." Adora pushes back softly. She presses a finger to Catra's lips, anticipating a response that she hopes to delay. "I know what you've been taught. You carry your responsibilities well."
Her eyes rove Catra's face, only her hand in contact with Catra, the rest of her respectfully distant. Well, respectful except for the way Catra can feel the heat rolling off her body, and something else—some other tug in her gut she can't explain.
"But in this room, your majesty—we make the rules. I don't care if our parents beg for grandchildren, or the councils of our kingdoms demand proof that we've consummated this union."
"We need to care. It’s why we're here." She reminds Adora. She hasn't really moved her finger, the pad of her thumb brushing on Catra's lips when she speaks. It makes her lips tingle.
"No. I'm here to be your wife." Adora's other hand reaches up, tugging on her hair until her braid starts to fall undone. "You think of our responsibility to our people, and I admire that. But I think it leaves me room to prioritize you."
"Why would you want to?" Catra's voice falls to a hushed whisper without really meaning to. She'd promised herself that she'd stay strong, not show debility before the so-called ice princess, but she feels her knees weak. This isn't at all what she was expecting.
Her smile widens. "I vowed to spend eternal life with you today. This one and the next." Her thumb drags down her chin and then her fingers trail down the column of her throat. "I don't wish for the stiff lovemaking everyone considers proper—the kind that tumbles any hope for trust between us."
"What other kind is there?" Catra has been trained her whole life for the possibility of a political marriage, although she’d always assumed she would stay in Halfmoon. Every time the possibility was discussed, her tutors and mentors framed consummation as a necessary act. An act to overcome, not to enjoy.
She shrugs. "I'm a maiden same as you." She confesses freely. Adora glances away for a moment and Catra notices her cheeks seem flush. "But I've heard rumors."
"What—what kind of rumors?"
Adora holds her stare and Catra finds she can’t bear to look away. "That when two beings want to—when they let themselves enjoy without thought of duty—it can cause your whole body to shake. Leaves you breathless and boneless. Touching each other until you decide it's enough and succumb to rest. Slaking a thirst deep within your chest."
The words make the tug in Catra's gut tighter, hotter than before. She doesn't understand the feeling—she knows Adora is attractive, but she'd found the princess too impassive to even consider a friend. At least, that’s the impression she had standing before her at the altar. Now, with her eyes dark and expression open, Catra’s struck by what a handsome figure she cuts.
Still, she can’t shake her teachings. "It's only rumors? That's what your conjecture relies on?"
She shakes her head. "Not solely.” She hovers even closer. “I also know how you make me feel."
Catra’s eyes widen. "Me?"
Adora nods one of her bare feet incidentally brushing Catra's when she shifts her weight. "You bewilder me, your majesty. I've never felt like this just looking at a woman before." She licks her lips and Catra follows the movement with her eyes.
"You're a flatterer." Catra accuses, her face warming.
"I wish it were so." She pulls her hand back and Catra feels so cold without her touch. "I won't touch you unless you want me to."
"I already gave my consent." She complains almost petulantly.
Adora shakes her head, her smile turning sad. "Not this kind. I want you to want my touch. I want you to feel desire in your very blood, to mean it when you ask for me. I won't have you any other way."
Catra looks away now, the images Adora conjures in her mind are far too appealing and intimate and she worried what might show on her face. "You think that highly of yourself?"
"No. I'll be wanting you the same way." She leans closer again, right in Catra's orbit. She leans her head down to whisper in her ear. "I have no doubt you'd wear your responsibility with honor, your majesty. But I just know you'd wear your pleasure even better." Catra can't help the sharp inhale at the feeling of Adora's lips hovering over her ear. "Let me? I want to make you feel."
She hangs on the edge of the decision. Part of her wants to shy away from the attention—she sense that what Adora wants will be honest and raw, vulnerable in a way Catra’s never allowed. But the rest of her is curious. She can’t help but wonder about her wife. About whether there is this alternate path that isn’t stiff and impersonal.
"Yes." Catra breathes out, her eyes fluttering shut. She feels Adora tilt her head and now their foreheads are pressed together.
"Can I kiss you?"
Catra tilts her head up in answer, close enough that she can feel Adora's hot breath grazing her mouth. Adora closes the distance and it's nothing like Catra thought it would be. She'd first thought they wouldn't kiss—it's not necessary to consummate their marriage, as far as she's aware. And with Adora looming over her speaking of desire, she'd expected their lips to clash, to completely overwhelm her.
Instead, she's so, so soft. Adora lets out a faint whimper and her hand caresses Catra's cheek, holding her close as their lips move slowly. Catra had shared kisses with women before, but it's never felt this intentional. Adora holds her like she's precious, and her lips slot in perfectly in the gaps that Catra leaves.
Her lips wander down Catra's jaw, her nose skimming her neck as she whispers in her ear, "Tell me if there's anything you don't like." It's a breathless request before she keeps moving, kissing Catra's neck.
"Oh—oh." She can't help the noises she makes or the way she offers her neck up to the princess, letting out a startled cry when her teeth start worrying Catra's skin.
Immediately she lets go, moving almost completely out of Catra's grasp to look up at her with worried eyes. "Sorry, did that hurt?" She looks almost sheepish, her cheeks tainted cheek with pools of blood beneath her skin.
Catra touches Adora for the first time, gripping the front of the robe she's wearing to pull her in. "Don't stop." She commands, trying to pull Adora's head back to where it was before.
She lets out a chuckle before putting her hand over the one Catra placed on the back of her hair. "Eager, are we?"
It's Catra's turn to burn now, the heat in her cheeks unbearable. She tries to drop her hands from Adora's frame, but the princess doesn't let her.
"Wait, please." She takes a step forward, so they're pressed together again. She smiles down at Catra, a blinding thing. "I was only teasing. I meant no offense."
The hand that covers Catra's is warm. Adora turns her head pressing a kiss to her palm. She then presses another to her wrist, her eyes on Catra's face. Catra decides she's too impatient, or maybe she feels too vulnerable under the princess's soft stare, but she pulls forward and kisses her again.
The reaction is instantaneous—Adora's hands are back on her, one of them wrapping around her waist and the other on her face. Catra keeps her hands where they are, one finding its way into Adora's hair and the other gripping the edge of her robe.
She feels Adora's hand mirror hers, grabbing the outer layer of Catra's clothing and pulling her closer. The kisses are more heated now, Adora opening her mouth with a soft moan, her tongue lightly touching Catra's lips.
She lets out a groan of her own biting down on Adora's lip. The princess hisses, pulling back slightly but only enough so she can kiss Catra's jaw.
Catra feels a momentary flutter of guilt, but it quickly passes when Adora latches onto her neck, sucking and grazing the skin with her teeth. "Princess." She manages to stutter out, her eyes glazed over in pleasure.
"Adora." She gently corrects, her nose bumping into Catra's cheek when she grins. "I've yet to hear you say my name."
She doesn't know what makes her do it, but Catra raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps you haven't earned it yet, your majesty."
Her gut tightens at the way Adora regards her. Her lips pop open in surprise but her eyes darken, resolve setting in them. She bites her lip and nods, as if accepting the implied challenge. With that she slowly pulls at Catra's robe, and within moments it slides off the lace and satin beneath, pooling on the ground around her feet.
Catra no longer feels apprehension. There's no room for nausea and worry past the excitement and desire welling within her, unfurling like a prim rose. She feels beyond confident when she notices Adora's slack jawed expression.
"Fuck." It's a dark, gruff, expletive and it makes Catra's breath hitch. She can feel Adora's gaze hot on her—on the deep vee of her nightdress and lower still. "You're trying to kill me."
Catra smirks. "Not particularly."
Adora lets her hand trace over Catra's collarbones. "I strenuous disagree." She leans forward, pressing her forehead to Catra's. "You feel like you're ripped straight out of my greatest dreams or my wildest nightmares."
Pressing her body to Adora somehow feels more intimate than anything they've done so far. She can barely see Adora she's so close, but she can feel every inch of her—her breath close to Catra's, their chest pressed together, their feet touching.
"What about this is a nightmare?"
She hears more than sees Adora swallow thickly. "The part where you might not want me even half as much as I want you." It's a whispered confession and it makes Catra run her hand through Adora's hair, pulling her even closer.
"What makes you think that?"
"I feel—your majesty, if this isn't—if you don't wish to consummate our marriage tonight, we have a lifetime of nights before us." Her breath is ragged, deep as she rushes the words out. "But I need us to stop now, if we are to stop at all. Of course, you can always change your mind but—it's safer if we stop now. If you know you wish to stop." She pauses for a moment, one of her hands on Catra's back. "Do you wish to stop, your majesty?"
She takes a quick, shuddering breath as she takes stock. She can feel Adora's smooth fingers through the lace on the back of her dress—can feel every plane of her pressed to Catra, through the robe she's somehow still wearing.
Catra gives herself a moment to think of it—to think about what it might be like for Adora and her to be naked and pressed together. To imagine the passion of their kisses found its way into other places. To discover if these rumors Adora has heard of are true.
"Catra." She pulls back enough that she can see Adora's face, this time cupping her chin. There's a curious mix of nerves and desire battling for control there. "You can call me Catra."
She tilts Adora's lips to hers and she leaves her with no doubt on how she feels, pulling off Adora's robe as quickly as she can manage. She moans when she feels the more of her body, the material of her nightdress beyond thin.
Catra pulls back enough to look at her. She's wearing white and gold, her nipples straining against the fabric. The gauzy material is almost transparent and Catra can make out more of Adora's body than she has of any other living soul.
"Gods, you're gorgeous." Catra would remember to be embarrassed if she wasn't so struck by the princess's beauty. "I'd have to be dead not to want you."
She wastes no time and pulls Adora close again, kissing her. "Bed, Catra." Adora pants out gently nudging her back.
She's surprised when the princess turns them, laying down and pulling Catra atop her. She pulls back, catching her breath and her bearings.
One of Adora's hands comes up to help support Catra's weight. Catra is straddling the princess, looking down at her as her cheeks flush, one of her hands resting on Adora's breast.
Adora continually surprises her—she expected Adora to lead the way, crowd Catra in and touch her but instead she's gently given her the reins. She's looking at Catra with careful eyes. "You can touch me. If you want to."
The dress is barely a barrier—the material is so loose and sheer it takes no effort for Catra's hands to find their way beneath, to shove the troublesome fabric to the side. Adora's eyes flutter close when Catra's hand squeezes gently at the tender skin in her hand. She can't help but marvel at how soft she is. Her fingers run over the fleshy parts of her breast and then over the areola, fascinated by the pink color there.
Adora lets out a deep moan as Catra moves both hands to cup her more fully. She can feel the blaze in her gut brighten and her thighs twitch, wrapping around Adora more fully.
Catra leans down and takes Adora's nipple in her mouth, softly swirling her tongue around it. She's encouraged by Adora's clear enjoyment of her ministrations and Gods if it doesn't feel right.
She loses track of time, the only thing marking its passing being the way Adora clutches Catra to her chest and the whimpered moans she freely gives. She's surprised when Adora taps on her shoulder, yet she looks up at the princess.
Her chest heaves and she has a slight smile on her face. "As lovely as this is—" Catra looks down, a wave of self-consciousness careening over her. She thought that Adora was enjoying herself but maybe Catra was too lost in the unfamiliar sensation to keep track. Perhaps the princess was bored. Perhaps—she feels Adora's hand tilt her chin and then she meets her warm blue eyes. "Catra?" Her brow furrows, a question painted across her face. "I wanted to ask if I could touch you too?"
Catra chews on her bottom lip. "It wasn't—you liked it?"
Adora nods unabashedly her grin wide. "Gods, yes." She glances off to the side shyly. "I feel like—" She breaks off, her eyes up at the ceiling, searching for words. "My body responds to your touch in ways I've never experienced." Her smile dims slightly, a more serious look crossing her face. "I'd really like to touch you now, if that's alright?"
Catra releases the breath she's holding and nods. She feels Adora's hands on her thigh, skirting around the edge of her night dress. She slowly, intentionally drags it up until most of Catra's thighs are bare, as well as her torso. She puts her hands on Adora's looking down at the princess.
She's biting her lip, leaning forward slightly until she's propped up on a few of the pillows toward the head of the bed. Her eyes drag over Catra just like her hands do, one of them sliding over her thigh and squeezing lightly.
She doesn't think anyone has ever looked at Catra that way. It's like she can't turn away—as if enchanted by her every breath. It gives Catra the courage to grab the edges of the bunched-up nightdress, pulling it off in one fell swoop.
She feels Adora's palms pull her closer as she forces herself up, Catra still sitting across her lap, now bare except for a tiny scrap of fabric her ladies in waiting thought appropriate underwear.
They're face to face again, Adora pushing her body forward so that their chests are pressed together. Her hands go up to Catra's back and she kisses her. She leans into the kiss and they topple down, breaking into a fit of laughter.
"Sorry." Catra calls out breathlessly, laying flush against the princess. "That might have been over enthusiastic."
"Not at all." Adora grunts as she pulls Catra by the hips, tugging her backwards so she can use the headboard for support. She's sitting up with Catra on her lap, higher up given their positioning. Adora smiles, her fingers touching Catra's cheek. "Will you deem me worth a kiss? I can't reach you that high up."
Catra leans down and presses her lips to Adora's, letting out a soft moan and wrapping her arms around the princess. She lets out a sharper whine when her core presses into Adora's thigh.
Adora kisses her jaw and her hands cup Catra's breasts, lightly touching them. It feels nothing like the moments when Catra touched them herself. She's usually much rougher with them but something about Adora's long soft fingers feel like more.
She leans her head against Adora's watching as the princess kisses down her collarbones nuzzling herself between Catra's tits. One of her hands slides lower, touching right above the only lace she's wearing.
"I want to touch you like this." She breathes out, putting a soft kiss on Catra's nipple, darting her tongue out to graze it. Her hand dips lower, beneath the fabric and Catra's breath all but halts. Adora peeks up at her and she stills too. "May I?"
She nods wordlessly, shifting her hips so that Adora has more room to touch her. Catra braces herself, one of her arms looping around Adora's shoulders.
The first touch is so soft and tentative, Catra can hardly feel it. The only way she can even tell the brush happened is the nervous way Adora swallows and the little furrow in her brow formed from concentration.
Catra lets out a surprised moan at the second touch—Adora's thumb pressing firmly on her clit, gently circling it. Her blue eyes dart up and Catra's never felt more vulnerable than naked on this woman's lap. It's an odd sensation, one that teeters between euphoric and calamitous.
Adora almost looks dazed as her thumb picks up a little speed, despite what must be an awkward angle. Catra bites down on a whimper as the sensation threatens to overwhelm her.
"You don't have to hold back." Adora's fingers dip lower and Catra can hear and feel her playing with the wetness that has been building from the moment she touched Adora's chest. "There's no one to hear you but me."
Catra couldn't pull back on the next moan if she wanted to, not when Adora slowly starts slipping a finger inside of her. It's tortuously slow, and Catra crumples forward, her face tucked into Adora's neck.
It doesn't make any sense—Adora's hardly begun to touch her in earnest, but Catra is already more aroused than she normally is when she's in the throes of touching herself.
"Gods." Catra bites out, her lips sinking into the muscles of Adora's shoulder to keep from groaning as her finger seems to finally be fully seated within Catra.
She lets out a short hiss, but Adora hardly seems put out by the love bite. If anything she's encouraged, her finger starting to saw in and out of her at a steadier window.
"Is this how you like it?" Adora murmurs against Catra's temple, her other hand gently tweaking her nipple before wrapping around her back.
"More." Catra pants out. She's moving her hips, chasing Adora's finger when it pulls out too far. "Please, Adora."
She feels the princess shudder against her but in the haze of lust she can't imagine why. "Whatever you want." Her voice is somehow lower, a whisper that makes the hairs on Catra's arm stand. Or maybe it's the way she slows down and slips a second finger in, faster than the first.
Catra closes her eyes, holding onto Adora for all she's worth. It's so close, this position—she's rocking into Adora's hand, but she can press kisses to Adora's temple, can hear every grunt of exertion or sigh of pleasure Adora lets out right in her ear.
"That's so good." She babbles between whimpers.
Catra isn't sure she's ever been this wet in her life—the underwear she's wearing is stretched out and suddenly, completely done for as Adora moves faster, using sure strokes that are destined to set Catra ablaze.
"You're so beautiful. So, unbelievably arousing, Catra." Adora's lips press wet open mouth kisses across her jaw. "You're ruining me, you know that?"
Catra can hear the tight whine in Adora, can feel the desperate way she's moving—as if Catra's pending release excites Adora more than anything else ever could. The thought of being the sole object of Adora's intentions and desire seems to be the last thing that falls into place.
With the next well-placed brush of her clit, Catra clenches down on Adora's finger and she feels herself fall off a precipice she's never reached before. Her muscles tense and her mouth opens but beyond a sharp exhale, no sound comes out.
She's not sure how long her release lasts but when she comes to, Adora has softly slipped out from inside her and is cradling Catra softly to her chest. She turns her head and places a kiss on Adora's cheek.
"Gods that's unfair." She mumbles out.
Adora lets out a soft chuckle. "What's unfair?"
"For a maiden to have hands like yours." Catra offers bluntly. She’s almost tempted to question if Adora has done this before, if not for the slack jawed way she’d stared at Catra’s naked body.
Adora leans her head into Catra's pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Thank you for letting me touch you."
Catra is slumped over Adora, her head resting on shoulder. "You don't need to thank me. Duty, remember?"
She lets out a giggle. "Yes, so dutiful." Catra doesn't have to look at her to know she's raising an eyebrow. Adora lets out a sigh. "Let's lay down?"
Catra groans at the thought of moving, but she's sure she'll get a crick in her neck if she stays like this for much longer. Her legs feel like lead as she pulls herself off Adora, turning and flopping onto her back. She shimmies off the underwear, trying not to think of how sodden the fabric is.
Catra is slow to catch her breath, the light rattling in her bones prolonged just like the ringing in her ears. She's never felt something like that in her life. Catra might be a maiden but she's not so chaste as to never have touched herself before—even so, she's never reached a peak like that on her own. There's something about Adora's physicality, her presence, that made Catra's body stretch and tighten to explosive heights.
Now she feels pleasantly warm, Adora's arms folding over her. She can feel Adora's soft even breathing, and she snuggles into her. Catra never entertained the thought of being held like this, especially by a near stranger. Although Adora wouldn't be a stranger for long—now that they're married, she assumes there will be some proximity between them, if only until they bear a child.
She lets the thoughts of the future fall away for a moment and basks in the simple touch. Catra might even doze off for a moment, but she honestly can't tell.
When she finally opens her eyes, Adora is looking at her. She has a soft half smile on her face as she lays on the bed, her chest hanging out of her night dress.
Catra's eyes can’t help but be drawn there, remembering the sweet sounds Adira made when she touch her. She tentatively reaches out, softly touching the swell of Adora's breast. She shudders, a little moan passing through her lips that somehow makes a corresponding clench in Catra's gut.
"Catra." It's almost an admonishment although Catra has no idea why. "You're distracting me."
That makes her smirk. "From what?" She teases, her hand drawing a slow dainty circle around Adora's pert nipple.
"I was hoping you'd let me kiss you." There's something uncertainty on her face which Catra doesn't understand.
She leans forward and pulls Adora into a long, slow kiss. "Of course you can kiss me."
Adora smiles, leaning forward and placing another kiss on her lips. "There are other parts of you I wish to kiss." She offers, before glancing down Catra's bare body meaningfully.
Catra's eyebrows fly up in concern as she realizes what Adora is offering. "Your face? Down there?" The thought never crossed her mind. She knows people can kiss many places but she'd never truly considered that she could kiss any place she’s willing to venture.
Adora nods seriously. "Only if you'd trust me with it." She gives her a nervous smile. "I'm not all too sure how to do it, but I promise to try my best. If you'll have me."
"You already had me." There's no other description for how well Adora made her fall apart.
Adora bites her lip, as if relieving the last few moments. "I wish to have you again. But it's your choice."
She takes a moment to really study the princess. Her expression is open, gentle, and curious. "I trust you."
Adora's eyes become impossibly soft, completely melted over. "I don't take your trust lightly, my liege."
Catra never imagined sex could be this heart achingly tender. She doesn't know what overcomes them, but it feels like there's a thin veil draped around them. It separates them from the Etheria, leaving them in a world of their own.
She's already boneless but Adora takes care to retrace her steps, slowly kissing down her arms and her chest. Catra takes sharp breaths when Adora suckles the underside of her tit, likely leaving a bruise. There's something erotic about the idea—that there will be marks that show who they are to each other in the morning. Whatever that might be.
Adora looks awed. "Catra." She sighs, her eyes trailing a hit path between her eyes and the place her thighs meet. "You’re so beautiful."
She suspects Adora is counting her ribs as she places soft kisses down her side. She lets out a short giggle when she feels Adora's breath tickling her stomach. The princess looks up at her, a broad smile on her face. When she fully nestles between Catra's thighs, she feels her heart rate pick up again. Adora moves slowly but intentionally until her lips are kissing Catra's thighs.
"Oh!" Her legs already hold a slight tremble at the treatment, her core clenching around nothing at Adora's proximity.
Adora's hands are on both her thighs, slowly moving them up and down, until her dominant hand starts touching her folds again. Catra's eyes flutter close which seems to be what Adora is waiting for because then Catra feels something softer and wetter.
What must be Adora's tongue slides around her, almost but not quite making it to the places she needs. She lets out a soft whine, her hips jogging up of their own accord. She feels Adora readjust her position before she's back, this time lapping softly around Catra's clit. She opens her eyes and moans at what she sees.
Adora looks enraptured between her thighs, eyes focused but somehow also glazed over until she locks in on Catra's eyes. Catra opens her mouth but all that comes out is another pathetic whimper. She reaches a hand down to grab Adora's hair and the woman moans, the strangled sound pressed onto her cunt.
"Fuck." She bites out.
One of Adora's hands drags over her torso, stretching up until she's palming Catra's breast. Her fingers fumble around for a moment, but she doesn't stop moving her tongue, lapping at Catra. Her fingers don't stop either, one of them pumping in and out of her.
She feels so wanton, but it doesn't stop her from jerking her hips in time with Adora's thrust, from trying to catch her breath enough so she can beg for more.
"Adora." She manages to stutter out, her legs trembling.
"Say it again." It's a quick demand before Adora dives back down, doubling her efforts. She lifts her head, her hand still moving at the same punishing pace. "Catra, please."
Catra heeds her lover's request, but Adora slips another finger inside her and steals the breath from her lungs. "Agh—"
"I think you can take more." Catra feels Adora slow down, a third finger slowly working its way inside. She's looking up at Catra a cocky smile on her lips. "Can you take more?"
Catra nods her head desperately, spreading her legs wider. Yet impossibly, Adora stills with only the tips of her fingers inside. She takes in a few quick pants before looking down with incredulity.
She jerks her hips up, but it doesn't make Adora take pity on her. If only it makes her grin widen, some knowing look in her. "Say it again, Catra." She repeats slowly.
She scowls down at the princess. "Touch me."
She feels Adora's hand—the one gripping her torso—tighten, as does her expression. "I will." She promises, bending her head down to place an almost sweet, yet filthy kiss right on her cunt. "After you say my name."
Part of Catra wants to push back—hard. She can tell that Adora isn't as composed as she lets on, her body unnaturally still as she holds back. Still, another part of her—the part that's throbbing and needy—wants to give in, if only to find another peak with Adora.
A thought occurs to her. She pulls lightly where her hand is still tangled in Adora's hair. She's clearly confused but she leans up Catra's body, although she doesn't move her fingers from their precarious position—filling Catra, but not fully.
Catra catches Adora's lips in a kiss and she moans, giving into it fiercely. Her lips are somehow even softer, and a touch swollen. Catra lets out a moan of her own when she realizes she can taste herself on them. When she's sure Adora is almost completely disarmed, she pulls back abruptly.
"Adora." She goes for smug, but it's ruined by the excitement and breathlessness in her voice. "I thought you meant to please your wife on her wedding night."
She thinks it akin to watching someone get hit over the head with a cold bucket of water. Adora takes in a sharp inhale, her body shudders—Catra can feel everything from how they're pressed together—and her pupils widen.
"I have every intention of pleasing you." She finally mutters out before she presses forward and kisses Catra again. "Hold onto me." She orders, shifting her body so that she's laying atop Catra in earnest now. Catra does as she asks, wrapping her arms around Adora's back. She presses their foreheads together. "Tell me if it gets to be too much."
Before Catra can tell her that she's not sure there could ever be too much, Adora slowly starts working in three fingers. Now lying on her back with Adora on top of her, she thinks she likes this position best.
She's lying back and Adora is right above her. Their eyes lock although occasionally she'll look down Catra's body or across her face, seemingly drinking her in. She can kiss Adora—her lips move from her lips to her chin and back when she's not biting down moans.
Catra spreads her legs wide, leaving room for Adora to continue her even thrusts, her other hand braced against the bed so she can prop herself up. She ends up clutching Adora's back feeling her whole body move in time with her thrusts.
"Fuck, Adora." She whimpers, feeling her thumb circling her clit. She loved it when Adora used her tongue but there's something about having Adora so close to her face that drives Catra wild. "Princess, Adora, I—" She cuts off and closes her eyes as she feels the heat in her gut center lower her body straining toward an invisible ledge.
"What do you need, angel?" Adora's breath puffs out, her eyes desperately searching Catra's face for some hint as to how to make her fall over. She reaches her hand under Catra's chin. "Whatever you desire, you can have. I want to feel you clench down on me again."
Between Adora's hot whisper in her ear and her movements, Catra can't possibly think of anything else she could desire—she feels her body tightening again but this time she cries out louder than before, practically crushing Adora to her chest.
Adora keeps moving her fingers inside Catra for just a little longer before she slows and stops. She's still inside of Catra but they're holding each other and panting.
It's quiet but it's nice. Catra would think she'd feel awkward now after what they'd just done, but it's hard to feel that way when Adora places a soft kiss on her forehead and looks at her like she hung the moon.
She slowly pulls out and Catra feels her loss. Adora rolls so that she's no longer atop Catra, instead lying beside her. She takes the opportunity to stretch—her legs feel a little stiff from her orgasm and having someone lay on her.
She feels cold without Adora pressed close. She turns to face the princess, reaching her hand out to entangle their fingers. Adora gives her fingers a soft squeeze. "This is nice.” Adora’s head is resting on her chin so she can’t see her expression.
“It is.” She confirms softly. She’s distracted by the soft skin of Adora’s neck and chest brushing against her face as she holds her. Catra’s nose presses against Adora’s collarbone and she decides to press one kiss there, then another. She lets her lips move slowly, waiting to see if Adora has any objection to the attention. The only response from her is a soft sigh and one of her hands tightening around Catra’s hip.
Even though Catra is bone tired, she doesn’t want to end the night without getting to explore Adora. For once, it’s not a thought of worry or reciprocation or propriety that moves her—it’s a genuine curiosity and desire to know her wife this way.
Her kisses trail lower and Adora’s breath hitches. She turns so she’s flat on her back and Catra willingly follows. She looks up at Adora, regarding her. "Is that ... can I touch you?"
"Of course." Her eyes are uncertain. "You don't have to."
Catra rolls her eyes. "I know, princess. Let me?"
She nods readily before reaching down and pulling off her nightdress. It takes her a few moments and Catra helps, grabbing the hem and pushing it up until it clears Adora’s head. Then, she’s powerless to do anything but stare.
Adora is beyond stunning, her curves and softness balanced by muscles that hint to a strength Catra has already experienced. She runs a hand over her torso, cupping her breast.
“Catra.” Adora closes her eyes, raising her hands over her head to grab the pillow she’s laying on. “Don’t tease.”
She lets out a short laugh. “I’m not teasing.” She tweaks Adora’s nipple, bringing her face down and licking a stripe between her breasts. “I’m merely starting, princess.”
Catra lets herself indulge, running her face and her hands all over Adora’s arms, her chest, her hips. She finds soft pockets of fat and birthmarks, kissing every part of Adora she finds beneath her lips. She keeps traveling down Adora’s body before nestling in the groove of her hip.
Catra bites her lip as she tugs down Adora’s underwear. She arches her hips up, making it easier for Catra to pull of the fabric. She sucks in a breath and just looks at her. Adora’s curls are much darker than the hair on her head, and Catra can tell that she’s glistening. She doesn’t expect how her own thighs clench in anticipation, just looking at such a private part of the princess.
“Catra?” Her eyes dart up to Adora, who eyes her with some trepidation. Catra realizes that she might have been staring for too long and clears her throat.
“Yes, princess?” She lets her hands grip Adora’s thighs as she positions herself between them.
“Touch me? Please?” Her voice teeters on a whine, and it does things to Catra—makes her heart race, her breath catch in her chest—to think that Adora wants her touch this way.
It gives her whatever courage she might have needed to gently slip her fingers through Adora’s slick. "Gods, you're so wet." Catra sucks in a deep breath, utterly fascinated by how exposed Adora is. It's not just her body—although she's on display, laying back with her blonde hair around her like a debauched painting. It's the softness on her face. The way Catra can tell she truly has no expectations, no judgments of how Catra might move or try to please her.
She rubs slowly around Adora's folds, gathering some of the wetness there. Curiosity gets the better of her and she puts one of her fingers into her mouth, tasting it. It's tangy but almost sweet and Catra finds the taste pleasant on her tongue.
"You taste good." She offers and Adora throws a hand over her eyes.
"You can't say such things." She peeks out from under her arm, her blush almost down to her collarbones.
"Why ever not?" Catra lets a finger slowly slip inside Adora. "Do you think you're the only one with license to be vulgar?"
It’s completely different from touching herself. Adora’s warm and wet, her walls trembling around Catra’s finger in a way that leaves her knees feeling weak.
Catra feels a gust of confidence fill her as Adora's eyes screw shut in pleasure. She thinks of the steady rhythm Adora provided her with and tries to mimic that, pacing herself in time with the more obvious reactions she receives from Adora's body.
It doesn’t take long for Adora’s hand to clench around the bedsheets, her knuckles white as Catra continues to fuck her. It’s a bit of an out of body experience—some part of her feels like its on the outside looking in, staring in wonder as she tries to wrap her mind around all the sensations. Of the fact that Adora wants her, that they’re married, that they’ll get to do this more than just this once.
"You look beautiful when you're being filled by me." She’s an absolute vision, and Catra needs her to know that.
"Catra, fuck." Adora curses out, her hips twitching so hard Catra has to use her other hand to restrict her movements. “Please, please.” She begs, moving faster.
Catra increases her pace, trying to match Adora. For a moment she thinks about leaning down and tasting her, but she thinks Adora is close, and she doesn’t want to fall off her rhythm. Instead, Catra reaches up and twists Adora’s nipple, remembering how much she liked it earlier.
She lets out a loud moan, her movements more sporadic. Catra brushes her palm against Adora’s clit and she sobs in relief, moving against her palm in a quest for friction. She’s uninhibited and Catra is sure she’s never seen anything more beautiful.
It takes a little longer, but with the steady pressure on her clit, Adora breaks apart with a hoarse shout. Her back arches, lifting her chest up as her hips twitch. Catra breathes in sharply as she feels Adora’s walls tighten around her fingers, her clit twitching against her palm.
It lasts much longer than she imagines, and she savors every moment. She bites back a smile as she watches the trembles and whines less in frequency, until Adora is laying on the bed with her eyes shut, her breath still coming in heavy pants. She lets out a petulant whine when Catra slowly pulls out of her.
Catra wipes her fingers on the edge of the bedsheet, before crawling up and placing a soft kiss on Adora’s forehead. Her eyes flutter open, a slight smile on her face. Catra smiles back before looking down at both of them and laughing.
Adora raises her eyebrow. "What are you laughing at?"
"We're both naked." She points down at them. Catra it’s sure why it’s funny to her—maybe the suddenness of it all. How different this night has been from the night she thought she’d have to endure.
"That we are." Adora lets out a soft laugh of her own and pulls Catra carelessly into her arms. "I find that I quite like that." She buries her head in the back of Catra's neck, placing a soft kiss there.
Impossibly, Adora feels warm and safe. Almost like home—like it could be home if there were more familiarity. "I think I do too." She burrows in closer and sighs. "Is this what you were expecting?"
She can feel Adora shake her head. "No. I couldn't have expected something I was completely unprepared for." She pauses for a moment, her arms wrapping tightly around Catra. "What of your expectations?"
"You shattered them." She admits turning so that she can nestle in the crook of Adora's neck. Every part of her prepared for marriage her whole life—but no one prepared her for these silly floating butterflies that seem stuck in her gut now.
Adora lets out a pleased hum. “Do you want to stay here with me tonight?”
The idea of moving is deeply unappealing. “What do you want?” Catra asks. She can feel how easy it would be to say yes, but she doesn’t want to overstep.
“If it were up to me? I’d stay in this bed with you for a fortnight.” Her eyes fill with mirth, and she places another kiss on Catra’s cheek. “It’s no trouble either way. Between us at least, I’d like it if there are no expectations. If we try to honor what we both want?”
Catra bites her lip. She’s never really had that—the idea that they can make decisions outside of the roles they’ve been assigned. It’s a freeing thought as well as a terrifying one. “I don’t think I know how to do that.” She admits.
Adora nods, understanding clear in her eyes. “We’ll take it a day at a time. Do you wish me to escort you back to your guest bed?”
She shakes her head. That answer is easy. “No. I’d like to stay.” She whispers.
Adora presses a kiss to Catra’s temple. “Then you shall stay.”
“That simple?” Catra questions. Nothing about their lives as royals can ever be that easy.
“For today. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.” Adora puts another kiss on the tip of her nose. “Now, cooperate with me—it’s freezing, and I’d rather be under the bedsheet.”
They laugh clumsily managing to undo the sheets enough for them to crawl under, entangled so close they only take up a third of the bed. As Adora’s breathing slows, her heavy arm laying across her, Catra has the sneaking suspicion that she’s totally unprepared for what sharing her life with Adora is going to mean to her.