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Adora liked soft mornings better.
Her arm slides from Catra’s thighs...to her waist, slowly, pulling her close. She breathes the leftover smell of sweat on her lover’s neck; their clothes haven’t moved from the floor since last night, so her hands get to roam as they please. From under her boobs, to softly grazing her tits, to- Catra moans, back arching into Adora’s front, legs thrashing the covers away. A bunch of curses always escaped the brunette when they did this so early, or whenever really. They’re often mean, but still affectionate and... her voice- fuck -just makes the experience so. so. much. greater. Like right now, Adora’s fingers delicately trace pretty pink lips, then she goes in and the dam breaks : “Sweet Jesus, you fucking- “ she’s cut by a moan “holy-” another moan ending with a deep grunt as the blonde toys with her, “motherfuckeeerr”. Adora contains her laugh because she knows Catra would kill her.
But those rough nights too...
“Yours.”
“Again,” Adora grunts, punctuated by a deep trust in her wife’s cunt. A drop of sweat falls down from her forehead next to Catra’s head; which is bracketed by Adora’s hands, a support to help maintain her own tireless rhythm.
Catra puts both her arms around Adora’s neck and brings her down closer to her, so now, all that the blonde can hear are the whimpers she’s forcing out of Catra. “I’m yours, all yours all yoursallyoursallyours,” she lets out like a prayer. And Adora feels all the power it holds; it tingles in her fingers where she’s grasping the sheets, and past her arms before it completely submerges her. She finishes in a silent scream, hurried and sloppy strokes still hitting Catra where she knows will work. Her hips feel like they took a life of their own, selfishly rutting and rutting until Catra too is falling from the cliff. Thankfully Adora will never not catch her.
But nothing ever surpassed their quiet afternoons.
Just Finn, Catra and Adora, all asleep on top of the others in the living room. Soft rays of sunlight enveloping each of them. It’s peaceful and warm and sweet and everything one can dream of, but it’s theirs.