Femfeb - "Lavender"
Feb. 12th, 2019 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklightI'm a little behind, but I guess that's to be expected. I actually managed to write day nine's prompt the day before, and haven't... gotten anything written during the weekend, which I basically never manage to write during anyway.
So here's my first She-Ra and Catradora fic, and it's just pure smut hung up on a flower maiden AU because why not.
"Catra."
The raspy hiss jerked Catra around like there was a leash that had been tugged, unprepared to hear it as she was. The bed bumped into the back of her legs, but a flick of her tail helped her keep balance and she could focus on what was in front of her, claws out and counting weapons even before she set sight on She-Ra, wondering how in hell she got all the way in here, even if it had happened once before. The stronghold in general, not her room, that was. The defensive - no, self-assured - jab she'd been intending to throw out stuttered into an uncertain noise that she swallowed, blinking. Catra caught herself not even a second later, recovering and simply coming up with another jab.
"Ha! Look at you! You think you're gonna invade the Fright Zone looking like that, Adora?" She laughed, claws sliding back into their usual positions, hands going to her hips. Adora - well, She-Ra - looked... was there even a word for it? She'd seen Adora afraid, hurt, angry and happy, but never quite... vulnerable, she realized right then. And that, vulnerable was what she looked like, with a flush on her face and her eyes wide, mouth open just slightly. Catra thought her lips were trembling, just a little, and something squirmed deep inside. "You really ar---"
"Catra, something's wrong," Adora said, or maybe begged, but Catra didn't have a chance to inject any mockery of that plea as She-Ra melted away off of Adora, like the energy didn't want to let go and Adora sort of... arched with it, in a way she'd never seen happen whenever she'd been present when Adora went from She-Ra back to plain old, dumb Adora. And maybe something was wrong, though a darkly satisfied curl in her gut saying that was just Adora's own fault was probably not the reaction Adora was looking for.
"What have you done with your hair? Did Princess Sparkle try to dye it for you so you could look like your new best friend?" Catra sneered, ignoring the fact that neither of Adora's closest confidantes in Brightmoon were particularly “new”, in any definition of the word, any longer. Maybe that was why she was hung up on it, still, despite that she had let go of Adora what felt like lifetimes ago. She had. Yet here she was now...
Catra stalked forward while Adora swayed on her feet, her hair weirdly and faintly pale lavender, stronger at the ends of it. Her hair was still blonde, mostly; it really did look like a botched dye-job of a sorts. "And did she make you use perfume?"
Arching an eyebrow, Catra stopped a couple steps away, still wary that this wasn't some weird plan of Adora's to attack her, and cocked her head. It wasn't actually a new scent, Catra realized as she sniffed the air, it was just more obvious and pervasive than it'd ever been before. After puberty, Adora had started to smell faintly... sweet. Kind of floral, Catra supposed, now that she'd been far more often than she'd liked in the Whispering Forest, but the scent had come and gone through the years. It'd always been most obvious after training, or a shower, always the least obvious after Shadow Weaver had drawn Adora close at least once a week. She'd always thought the old hag had seemed kind of confused and annoyed at those points, but she'd never been able to figure out why. Probably just exasperated that her pet project wasn't as impressive as she could've been, because how intimidating was it for Adora to smell like flowers?
"Of course I aren't!" Adora finally managed something like a snap, familiar fire in her voice and a displeased twist to her mouth. Embarrassment coloured her, but it eased up nearly immediately for that earlier vulnerable expression, Adora's eyes going soft, warm. "You know I don't---"
"I don't know anything about you anymore Adora, as you're well aware, and I don't care!" Any previous smugness over the fact that for some unearthly reason Adora had come to her, even gone so far as to literally invade the Fright Zone and, what, climb the walls, to get up to her room? evaporated. She didn't know, and she didn't care. Really. She closed the last bit of distance between them and shoved her hand in Adora's face, claws extended again. "And I'm gonna be nice and not call half of the Fright Zone down on you if you leave ri... ight---"
Catra stared, the rest of the sentence coming out less as intelligible words and more as a mew, as Adora tilted her head, opened her mouth, and drew her finger inside, heedless of the unsheathed claw. Adora's tongue was like liquid lightning as it curled around her finger, soft and wet. Her mouth was a furnace, and Catra could swear the sliding press of tongue against skin and fine, thin fur slowly could be felt more and more.
Her nerves tingled with it, and then Adora sucked, and both of them shuddered with the sensation. Her whole finger was inside Adora's mouth, tongue sliding around it in a slow swirl and pink lips closed in a perfect circle at the base of the first knuckle. Catra was far too stunned to do anything but let Adora pull back slowly, the suction never let go of and leaving Adora's lips sliding along her finger in a display that lit fireworks in her stomach. She did nothing but stand there, even when what she really wanted to do was to shove more than just one of her fingers inside Adora's mouth.
"Catra--- I don't know, what's going on," Adora whispered, breathless, vulnerable... and her wide eyes begging for an explanation as much as for help in the most primal and easily understandable way there ever was. Looks didn't have physical effects, but Catra felt it against her skin like a caress anyway, a shiver following.
"Y-yeah, well, don't look at me, Adora! Do I look like an expert in Ador-ology?" She'd intended it as mocking, and to toss Adora out on her head right after, let her deal with her own weird situation. She really, really was, but then Adora went for her jacket, already hanging open, tossed it on the floor and went straight on to pulling at her shirt. "A-adora, hey---"
"Just look." It was a brief flash of Adora's usual bullet-headed approach, a demand, and Catra was only a little distracted by the swell of Adora's tits as she yanked her shirt off, only partially pulled off as it stretched about her arms and was still tucked into her pants as she turned around. Not distracted enough not to see what Adora meant, though, as soon as she'd scooted her pants down just a little.
There, low on her back, on the apex of the gentle swell of her right hip, was Adora's weird birthmark. To be sure, it'd always been a bit too geometric and coloured too unnaturally to look like a normal birthmark, but that was what they'd figured it to be, because what else could it be? The slim, lavender rectangle didn't look any different from before, but there was one pale brown line working its way up diagonally over Adora's lower back, following the dip of the spine and then continuing a short way past it. There was another similar line going diagonally downwards, and Catra stepped up, finger following its path down to where it disappeared under the waistband of Adora's pants and, what it looked like, between her asscheeks.
There were also sprays of pale lavender - lilac? was that the word? - circles extending from those lines. Like flower buds, maybe.
Admittedly, Catra wasn't exactly paying attention to that. Not with the way sliding her fingertip down Adora's skin sent a spark of pleasure straight to her spine, far more than such a light touch should, and Adora shuddered under her touch like she was coming undone. She even moaned, before she clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh, Adora," chuckling darkly, Catra didn't know whether she was still going to toss Adora out on her head, or if she really was going to follow the throb in her gut, in her clit (she ignored the way her tail was curled around one of Adora's ankles, and that Adora was clearly twitching said ankle, sort of rubbing herself into the light touch), but whichever it was she was a heartbeat away from deciding.
Old, angry hurt, the desire to lash out and, maybe, have Adora beg and get to deny her, because that was all she deserved, especially now burned through her. Because why should she help Adora? Why would Adora want to come to her, after all this time, after everything she'd done?
The thing was, having Adora needing her help was like catnip, and Adora had come all this way, to her, despite that exact everything that had happened. Even if what she needed help with was a weird tattoo on her back and that she must've ingested some aphrodisiac and was too embarrassed to go to her friends for help. Admittedly (if she was supposed to admit that, which Catra really wasn't, not consciously at least) Catra didn't like the idea of Adora going to that goofy bowyer, or worse, the princess with something like this.
"Didn't you listen to the lessons we got in Etherian flora, Adora? There are some aphrodisiacs out there, y'know." She snorted, giving in enough to trail the tip of a claw along that weird tattoo - and even weirder, she could swear there were more flower buds than before..?
"I haven't--- Catra, don't be stupid! I have--ehn... ah." Adora gasped and arched under her touch, ass rising as she stretched, and the movement was near hypnotic. It was ridiculous, Adora wasn't that interesting... And yet. "Haven't eaten anything. And that... oh, it hurts less, when you do that."
It was impressive that Adora had powered through to both finish her earlier sentence and add to it, but then, that was Adora. Always the stubborn perfectionist.
"... Hurt less?" Catra would never admit to even the tiniest amount of actual concern, and it quickly disappeared when Adora made this noise in the back of her throat anyway, but for one second it was there. Why would it even hurt? None of the aphrodisiacs she knew of had that sort of side effect.
"Yeah. It hurts... and feels so good." The words came out half strangled, incredulous. Adora not wanting to admit it, and yet saying it anyway, and now it was Catra's turn to make a noise in the back of her throat as she yanked on Adora's pants.
"Get these off. Now, or I rip them off of you and you'll have to go home half-naked."
Or she could transform into She-Ra to leave the way as and how she'd arrived, but, details.
Unimportant details, because watching Adora undress until she was stark naked, revealing that that second brown line - branch? - did dip down between her asscheeks was far more important. It made Catra want to touch, to drag her claws over Adora's skin, to wreck her.
It was what she'd come here for, wasn't it? Grabbing Adora by the hips before she got a chance to turn around, Catra squeezed the soft flesh and was suddenly assaulted by Adora's flowery scent (it didn't smell like anything that she could remember to grow on Etheria), confirmed two things; first, the touch was lighting up her nerves in a way it shouldn't be, sending tingles down into her pussy and stoking her arousal, so whatever was going on was having some effect on her as well, but since nothing hurt and she didn't feel desperate to have sex, just... definitely wanted more of the sensation and watching Adora coming undone, Catra didn't care; secondly, Adora moaned again, and she squeezed her ass again just to hear the noise repeat, and the way Adora moved against her wasn't in a way she'd seen her ever move before.
Not even the couple times they'd done something similar to this before Adora left; no, Adora now was liquid under her hands, shameless and needy even when there was still a thread of resistant tension in her muscles. When Catra then bit down on her shoulder and sucked, tasting as well as smelling her, tongue following to soothe the bite, Adora thrust herself against her, ass grinding in an attempt to reach the answering hot throb inside Catra.
"Catra! I--- I need..." She cut herself off, trembling with the effort of it, and Catra didn't even care what was going on now, all she wanted to do was have Adora give in, finish that sentence. Become undone, under and because of Catra. She'd probably feel better if she did, anyway. So in the service of that, she let go of Adora's butt, ghosted her claws up along Adora's sides, and even that light touch had Adora twisting against her, hips tilted in a silent plea which she ignored, until she reached her breasts. They fit perfectly in her hands, just large enough to easily knead. The soft flesh shifted in her grip, hard nipples pressed against her palms, and Adora cried out again.
Her hair, somehow, Catra saw as she pulled out of it where she'd buried her face against Adora's neck to get more of that scent, was now definitely more lavender... lilac? than before. Strange. Shrugging, Catra shifted her grip on Adora's boobs and caught her stiff nipples between her fingers, smirking.
"You need what, Adora?"
"I..."
Slowly, oh so slowly, Catra tightened her pinch, Adora stiffening against her in tune with it, but not pulling away. No, instead she thrust her chest up, head falling back on her shoulder, and thrust her ass back against her, with helpless little twitches half-rubbing her bare ass against Catra's still-clothed thigh. She twisted the nipples in her grip, and Adora made a noise that almost made Catra come, the way it yanked on her pleasure and made her clit throb.
Adora was fucking magic at the moment, and she smelled so, so good.
"I need more! Please!"
Not quite what she'd wanted to hear, but it would do, and she had ways to get exactly what she actually wanted to hear, too.
"Why didn't you say so?" Catra felt almost giddy with the control she had currently, giddy with the pleasure; both her own, and the one she could wring from Adora's body, leaving her panting. It almost hurt to step away from Adora, but she did so, and the look Adora gave her over her shoulder...
Like she'd thought earlier, their explorations before Adora had left didn't hold a candle to whatever was going on now, whatever was happening to Adora. There just was no way to compare. Adora's hair was dishevelled, strands of it cradling a flushed cheek, her blue eyes dark and wide, begging. Adora's was literally pouting, and not that sort of little-girl pout of annoyance; no, this somehow just made her look hotter, asking Catra to ravage her rosy lips.
Rosy lips. What the fuck. Catra shook her head, but that was the only word that applied, really. Adora was just... really hot, even if she'd always been attractive. It was just not quite the same, right now. It was a lot more. Catra pushed that aside and smacked Adora's ass.
"Catr-ah!" Adora startled, then glowered, but even her annoyance couldn't cover the way she'd shuddered when Catra had hit her, her eyelids fluttering and the flush darkening. Apparently that sort of pain wasn't one Adora had any protests against.
"What are you waiting for, Adora? The bed is over there." Waving a hand towards it, she smirked - an expression that fell off for an embarrassingly wide-eyed stare when Adora did turn, and didn't actually stomp over, as she'd expected. No, she sort of... slinked, which was both utterly wrong, because this was Adora, and yet Catra could definitely see Adora do this if she thought it'd get some sort of rise out of her. And with lowered inhibitions... no wonder. Catra couldn't even find it in herself to be annoyed, at herself or at Adora, because how could she, with the view she was presented with?
Adora's muscles shifted under her skin like silk over steel, and the scattered sweat made her practically gleam. The spray of budding flowers on her back, whatever they were, shifted with her movements and made it look like the branches were swaying in a soft breeze. Adora laid down more like she'd expected, something between military precision and a careless flop, her hair spreading around her like it, too, was a flower.
Catra had intended to make Adora sweat and beg for it, but decided it could wait a little, as Adora would be begging either way. So instead she shucked off her clothes as quickly as she could, and simply leapt onto the bed from her position, twisting in the air so she landed crouched over Adora and gave in to that earlier urge to kiss her.
It was like falling.
Adora's mouth was as hot as it'd been earlier, her tongue as soft, and it seemed to set off fireworks when their tongues slid together. Adora shuddered underneath her even at the first, light brush of lips, and her hands rubbed restlessly up and down her sides, half clawing at her skin and fur with her silly, blunt human nails, when she bit and nibbled on Adora's bottom lip. Adora's touch left fire in its wake, and Catra was forced to finally pull back with a gasp and turned around, her tail swaying high and jaunty behind her.
"Time to show me what you want, Adora." She didn't wait for a reply; instead she sank down, her hands on Adora's hips, and if she gasped when Adora's mouth pressed against her pussy, then that was nothing to the vibrating moan Adora let out. Her blunt-nailed toes curled as she pushed her hips up off the bed, even with Catra weighing her down. "Uh-huh. You g-gotta w-work--- shit."
If she'd thought kissing Adora had prepared her, she was wrong. It wasn't even necessarily that Adora was exceptional at eating her out, because that wasn't it. But she also didn't need to be. Not when her needy noises, muffled by Catra's cunt, vibrated up into her core and set it singing. Not when every quick, flicking lick left sparkling heat in its path, and when Adora sucked on her clit, tongue flat against her, Catra had no choice but to come.
She rode through it, ignoring the wriggling hips she was pressing into the bed, the silk of the skin under her hands, so soft to the touch. Ignored anything but Adora's mouth and the way she worked through her orgasm, and it never became too much, so she could just sit there and have Adora continue. Which was exactly what she did, her tongue growing quicker, her lips moving more frantically as she twisted as much as she could underneath her. Every muffled noise made Catra's eyes roll back in their sockets, and she was probably not that quiet either, their noises mingling in the room. Teeth threatened her clit, and she extended her claws, but Adora practically wailed against her when they dug in, just lightly, and in response thrust her tongue deep inside, and Catra heard herself echo Adora as she came again.
All through it, she could feel Adora trembling, arching against her. Her hips moved under her grip, jerky little twitches that no doubt was accompanied by Adora tightening on nothing. Looking for relief, and getting none.
Thighs trembling, she pushed herself up enough to give Adora some air, and couldn't quite believe it when Adora actually followed, just enough to give her another few butterfly licks, a desperate noise caught in the back of her throat.
"S-so, Adora. What do you, need?" Smoothing the claw marks she'd made, Catra slide one hand back along Adora's body and palmed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple just to feel Adora jerk under her and bury her face in her thigh for a moment.
"I..." Still she hesitated, the mumbled word followed by a lick against salty skin, heedless of the fine, barely there fur on Catra's inner thigh. Catra was as annoyed as she was impressed, but she didn't have much time for either feeling before Adora continued, again arching enough to push Catra up off the bed as she offered herself up for her. "I, I need you, Catra."
Catra indulged herself, and looked over her shoulder. She could've come again just from the expression on Adora's face, but just graced her with a smirk, somehow.
"Oh, Adora. Was that so hard?"
Somehow, despite her body's not-so-silent plea, Adora had enough wherewithal to glare at her. That just wouldn't do. Promptly turning, Catra practically swooped down, giving one last squeeze to Adora's boob before she slid her hand back down Adora's body and wound her arms around Adora's thighs so she could grab her ass again. She buried her face against Adora's desperation, blood-thick and with a smell like sex and need, and if she'd thought having Adora eating her out had been good...
There was just something about the shape of Adora's pussy against her mouth, the taste, the wetness, that set her off again, and Adora's mouth coming back on her almost made her lose concentration. But she was here for a reason, and Catra was still determined to wreck her.
A single, long lick made Adora shudder from top to toe, moaning against her like she'd already come. Delicately sucking on her clit, not even with much pressure at all, and Adora was arching up off the bed, crying out.
The smell of the flowers were heavy in the air, but couldn't mask the rich smell so close to her nose as Adora came apart under her. Her muscles trembled as Catra picked up speed, hips alternately twitching and gyrating, pressing herself against Catra's mouth and almost doing half her job for her. Catra came a third time, grinding herself down on Adora's mouth, as she reluctantly let go of one of Adora's asscheeks and stroked her along her perineum, then, as she decisively sucked on Adora's clit, smacked her ass again.
Adora shuddered, arched, and stiffened, her cry muffled against Catra.
Nibbling on the plump little nub in her mouth, Catra slid a single finger inside Adora, carefully crooking it since she wasn't looking to tear Adora up from the inside, and searched for---
Adora seized around her, her first orgasm instantly followed by a second, clamping down tight for several long seconds where Catra was riding what felt like a reciprocal echo of Adora's orgasm. It shuddered through her, wrapped around her with tingling sparks, and then settled like a drunken warmth in her limbs and muscles as Adora slumped, boneless, back on the bed.
Pulling off her, Catra brushed hair out of her sweaty face and stared down at Adora. Adora's hair was fully lilac now, no longer looking like she'd messed up dyeing it. It looked... natural, like she'd never been blonde at all. Her mouth was red and plush, still looking awfully kissable as open and soft as it was, and her eyes were closed. The slight frown on her face spoke of exhaustion, not displeasure, and when Catra rolled her over, too curious not to, she moved like there was not a single bit of will left in her to do anything but follow, unconscious or not.
The flowers had bloomed.
They spread out over Adora's pale skin like splashes of colour, too life-like to be mere tattoos, and she'd seen them be just buds before, besides. One of the collections of small flowers spread over and into the cute dip where Adora's asscheeks started. Reaching out, Catra slid a finger to follow the branch like she'd done earlier, out into the flower, and teased her finger down into the crack. Adora arched up into the touch with a sigh, then flopped down against the bed again, still asleep.
Whatever the hell this was all about, Catra still had no idea, and she didn't really care either, as she watched the blooming flowers slowly fading from Adora's skin, and was strangely sad to see them go. Not just because that probably meant when Adora woke up tomorrow she'd be back to normal. They were also just... pretty.
Throwing a glance towards the door, then back to Adora, Catra grunted.
"Fine."
Adora had come here because she needed her, had outright admitted to it (if under duress), so she could be... lenient. Just this once. Flopping down next to and partially on top of Adora, Catra buried her nose against Adora's neck and breathed in the scent of whatever flowers had adorned Adora's back until she fell asleep.
***
Adora woke up with a pleasant soreness in her muscles, clear-headed and... both calm and mortified. She was also free of both the all-encompassing lust and pleasure as well as the pain that'd followed the pleasure until Catra had started to touch her. The pain was really the real reason she'd gone to Catra at all, even if there'd been a brush of Glimmer's hand that'd felt as nice as Catra's first, confused touches. But going to Glimmer... no, no, she couldn't have done that, and since the slap on her back from Bow had turned into a shuddering wrench, the pain edging into nausea, she definitely couldn't have gone to him either.
Or anyone else back in Brightmoon, or even in the rebellion in general. Well, maybe there was one of the princesses she could have gone to, now that she actually could think, but all she'd been able to think yesterday was that she had to get to Catra. Catra would know, Catra would fix it. Which was so very stupid on so many levels, that Adora didn't know what she'd been thinking.
Catra wouldn't know what was going on any more than she did (and she hadn't), and she didn't have any reason to actually help.
She had, though, if in her own way.
Exhaling on that thought, her heart aching as much as her muscles just then, Adora tipped her head, peering at Catra through her curtain of lilac---
... What?
Sitting up, heedless of if she woke Catra or not, Adora grabbed her hair and yanked it forward. Twisted it around in the muted light, but the view didn't change. Her hair was definitely lilac, now. How? Why? What the hell had happened yesterday? The weight of arms interrupted rising panic and made her look down, and Adora smiled despite herself. Her chest warmed with the familiar sight of Catra curled around her, arms locked around her waist and a notch between her eyebrows.
Cute.
Catra could still be cute. Though that changed nothing, really. Sighing, Adora slumped, let go of her hair since there really was nothing to do about that, either. It wasn't a change that'd hurt her, even if it'd take time to get used to and while she wasn't sure about how this made her think of Glimmer, it didn't look bad either. After just sitting there for far longer than she should, enjoying the almost-forgotten but very familiar sensation of Catra curled around her, the twitching tip of her tail brushing Adora's knee, she finally heaved a sigh, reflexively scratched Catra behind one of her ears, and got out of the bed.
Which was both a much more involved process than one might think, and yet easier than if she'd been just about anyone else. Admittedly, she hadn't been sure of the latter, since that relied on "Catra has filtered me out of her attention of things to notice while asleep", but... apparently it was still true, and Adora clapped her hands over her face to muffle the groan at the way her stomach fluttered at the realization.
No matter.
Snagging her clothes, she was halfway into her pants when she remembered how the mark had changed yesterday... There was a mirror in the small bathroom attached to Catra's room, and twisting around and standing on her toes gave her enough of a view to see that her back was bare again, only the narrow, lilac rectangle still present on her hip. That was a relief. The only changes from whatever had happened yesterday seemed to be her now-lilac hair and that her scent would be a lot harder to hide, now... She might just not bother, honestly. Dressed again, her hair pulled up in its usual ponytail, she passed Catra towards the window, and paused.
Turned partway on her heel and watched Catra sleep, now curled up into her customary ball with her tail wrapped around her. It would be really easy to subdue Catra now, take her with her to deprive the Horde of her leadership and drive, and... and what? She didn't know. She was still angry, underneath the stunned, well-fucked confusion that still lingered, still tired and she did... still miss Catra. But unless Catra came with a mind to turn against the Horde, how was she even supposed to convince her, hide her until she'd changed her mind? Despite everything, she didn't want Catra to be discovered and at risk of being killed.
Stupid.
Smacking the side of her head, Adora crossed the room to the (definitely unused) desk, found something to leave a note with, scribbled 'thanks' on it, and left. Picked her sword up on the way out and transformed out on the balcony to the side of the doorway to cut down on the light that might wake Catra, and left like she'd come, doing absolutely nothing to the Horde.
Maybe not what she should have done, but Catra hadn't taken advantage of her falling asleep yesterday to have her restrained and tossed in a cell, or killed. She hadn't come here to do anything, she'd just... needed Catra's help. She'd wanted Catra and no one else, she had to admit, even when she definitely shouldn't want exactly that. For as much as she'd been burning up yesterday, needing just any touch at all, she'd gone where she wanted to be.
At least it was over now.
(And if, the next month, she felt the same, threatening tingle-burn of arousal and burgeoning pain, Adora at least knew what that meant, this time.)
So here's my first She-Ra and Catradora fic, and it's just pure smut hung up on a flower maiden AU because why not.
"Catra."
The raspy hiss jerked Catra around like there was a leash that had been tugged, unprepared to hear it as she was. The bed bumped into the back of her legs, but a flick of her tail helped her keep balance and she could focus on what was in front of her, claws out and counting weapons even before she set sight on She-Ra, wondering how in hell she got all the way in here, even if it had happened once before. The stronghold in general, not her room, that was. The defensive - no, self-assured - jab she'd been intending to throw out stuttered into an uncertain noise that she swallowed, blinking. Catra caught herself not even a second later, recovering and simply coming up with another jab.
"Ha! Look at you! You think you're gonna invade the Fright Zone looking like that, Adora?" She laughed, claws sliding back into their usual positions, hands going to her hips. Adora - well, She-Ra - looked... was there even a word for it? She'd seen Adora afraid, hurt, angry and happy, but never quite... vulnerable, she realized right then. And that, vulnerable was what she looked like, with a flush on her face and her eyes wide, mouth open just slightly. Catra thought her lips were trembling, just a little, and something squirmed deep inside. "You really ar---"
"Catra, something's wrong," Adora said, or maybe begged, but Catra didn't have a chance to inject any mockery of that plea as She-Ra melted away off of Adora, like the energy didn't want to let go and Adora sort of... arched with it, in a way she'd never seen happen whenever she'd been present when Adora went from She-Ra back to plain old, dumb Adora. And maybe something was wrong, though a darkly satisfied curl in her gut saying that was just Adora's own fault was probably not the reaction Adora was looking for.
"What have you done with your hair? Did Princess Sparkle try to dye it for you so you could look like your new best friend?" Catra sneered, ignoring the fact that neither of Adora's closest confidantes in Brightmoon were particularly “new”, in any definition of the word, any longer. Maybe that was why she was hung up on it, still, despite that she had let go of Adora what felt like lifetimes ago. She had. Yet here she was now...
Catra stalked forward while Adora swayed on her feet, her hair weirdly and faintly pale lavender, stronger at the ends of it. Her hair was still blonde, mostly; it really did look like a botched dye-job of a sorts. "And did she make you use perfume?"
Arching an eyebrow, Catra stopped a couple steps away, still wary that this wasn't some weird plan of Adora's to attack her, and cocked her head. It wasn't actually a new scent, Catra realized as she sniffed the air, it was just more obvious and pervasive than it'd ever been before. After puberty, Adora had started to smell faintly... sweet. Kind of floral, Catra supposed, now that she'd been far more often than she'd liked in the Whispering Forest, but the scent had come and gone through the years. It'd always been most obvious after training, or a shower, always the least obvious after Shadow Weaver had drawn Adora close at least once a week. She'd always thought the old hag had seemed kind of confused and annoyed at those points, but she'd never been able to figure out why. Probably just exasperated that her pet project wasn't as impressive as she could've been, because how intimidating was it for Adora to smell like flowers?
"Of course I aren't!" Adora finally managed something like a snap, familiar fire in her voice and a displeased twist to her mouth. Embarrassment coloured her, but it eased up nearly immediately for that earlier vulnerable expression, Adora's eyes going soft, warm. "You know I don't---"
"I don't know anything about you anymore Adora, as you're well aware, and I don't care!" Any previous smugness over the fact that for some unearthly reason Adora had come to her, even gone so far as to literally invade the Fright Zone and, what, climb the walls, to get up to her room? evaporated. She didn't know, and she didn't care. Really. She closed the last bit of distance between them and shoved her hand in Adora's face, claws extended again. "And I'm gonna be nice and not call half of the Fright Zone down on you if you leave ri... ight---"
Catra stared, the rest of the sentence coming out less as intelligible words and more as a mew, as Adora tilted her head, opened her mouth, and drew her finger inside, heedless of the unsheathed claw. Adora's tongue was like liquid lightning as it curled around her finger, soft and wet. Her mouth was a furnace, and Catra could swear the sliding press of tongue against skin and fine, thin fur slowly could be felt more and more.
Her nerves tingled with it, and then Adora sucked, and both of them shuddered with the sensation. Her whole finger was inside Adora's mouth, tongue sliding around it in a slow swirl and pink lips closed in a perfect circle at the base of the first knuckle. Catra was far too stunned to do anything but let Adora pull back slowly, the suction never let go of and leaving Adora's lips sliding along her finger in a display that lit fireworks in her stomach. She did nothing but stand there, even when what she really wanted to do was to shove more than just one of her fingers inside Adora's mouth.
"Catra--- I don't know, what's going on," Adora whispered, breathless, vulnerable... and her wide eyes begging for an explanation as much as for help in the most primal and easily understandable way there ever was. Looks didn't have physical effects, but Catra felt it against her skin like a caress anyway, a shiver following.
"Y-yeah, well, don't look at me, Adora! Do I look like an expert in Ador-ology?" She'd intended it as mocking, and to toss Adora out on her head right after, let her deal with her own weird situation. She really, really was, but then Adora went for her jacket, already hanging open, tossed it on the floor and went straight on to pulling at her shirt. "A-adora, hey---"
"Just look." It was a brief flash of Adora's usual bullet-headed approach, a demand, and Catra was only a little distracted by the swell of Adora's tits as she yanked her shirt off, only partially pulled off as it stretched about her arms and was still tucked into her pants as she turned around. Not distracted enough not to see what Adora meant, though, as soon as she'd scooted her pants down just a little.
There, low on her back, on the apex of the gentle swell of her right hip, was Adora's weird birthmark. To be sure, it'd always been a bit too geometric and coloured too unnaturally to look like a normal birthmark, but that was what they'd figured it to be, because what else could it be? The slim, lavender rectangle didn't look any different from before, but there was one pale brown line working its way up diagonally over Adora's lower back, following the dip of the spine and then continuing a short way past it. There was another similar line going diagonally downwards, and Catra stepped up, finger following its path down to where it disappeared under the waistband of Adora's pants and, what it looked like, between her asscheeks.
There were also sprays of pale lavender - lilac? was that the word? - circles extending from those lines. Like flower buds, maybe.
Admittedly, Catra wasn't exactly paying attention to that. Not with the way sliding her fingertip down Adora's skin sent a spark of pleasure straight to her spine, far more than such a light touch should, and Adora shuddered under her touch like she was coming undone. She even moaned, before she clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh, Adora," chuckling darkly, Catra didn't know whether she was still going to toss Adora out on her head, or if she really was going to follow the throb in her gut, in her clit (she ignored the way her tail was curled around one of Adora's ankles, and that Adora was clearly twitching said ankle, sort of rubbing herself into the light touch), but whichever it was she was a heartbeat away from deciding.
Old, angry hurt, the desire to lash out and, maybe, have Adora beg and get to deny her, because that was all she deserved, especially now burned through her. Because why should she help Adora? Why would Adora want to come to her, after all this time, after everything she'd done?
The thing was, having Adora needing her help was like catnip, and Adora had come all this way, to her, despite that exact everything that had happened. Even if what she needed help with was a weird tattoo on her back and that she must've ingested some aphrodisiac and was too embarrassed to go to her friends for help. Admittedly (if she was supposed to admit that, which Catra really wasn't, not consciously at least) Catra didn't like the idea of Adora going to that goofy bowyer, or worse, the princess with something like this.
"Didn't you listen to the lessons we got in Etherian flora, Adora? There are some aphrodisiacs out there, y'know." She snorted, giving in enough to trail the tip of a claw along that weird tattoo - and even weirder, she could swear there were more flower buds than before..?
"I haven't--- Catra, don't be stupid! I have--ehn... ah." Adora gasped and arched under her touch, ass rising as she stretched, and the movement was near hypnotic. It was ridiculous, Adora wasn't that interesting... And yet. "Haven't eaten anything. And that... oh, it hurts less, when you do that."
It was impressive that Adora had powered through to both finish her earlier sentence and add to it, but then, that was Adora. Always the stubborn perfectionist.
"... Hurt less?" Catra would never admit to even the tiniest amount of actual concern, and it quickly disappeared when Adora made this noise in the back of her throat anyway, but for one second it was there. Why would it even hurt? None of the aphrodisiacs she knew of had that sort of side effect.
"Yeah. It hurts... and feels so good." The words came out half strangled, incredulous. Adora not wanting to admit it, and yet saying it anyway, and now it was Catra's turn to make a noise in the back of her throat as she yanked on Adora's pants.
"Get these off. Now, or I rip them off of you and you'll have to go home half-naked."
Or she could transform into She-Ra to leave the way as and how she'd arrived, but, details.
Unimportant details, because watching Adora undress until she was stark naked, revealing that that second brown line - branch? - did dip down between her asscheeks was far more important. It made Catra want to touch, to drag her claws over Adora's skin, to wreck her.
It was what she'd come here for, wasn't it? Grabbing Adora by the hips before she got a chance to turn around, Catra squeezed the soft flesh and was suddenly assaulted by Adora's flowery scent (it didn't smell like anything that she could remember to grow on Etheria), confirmed two things; first, the touch was lighting up her nerves in a way it shouldn't be, sending tingles down into her pussy and stoking her arousal, so whatever was going on was having some effect on her as well, but since nothing hurt and she didn't feel desperate to have sex, just... definitely wanted more of the sensation and watching Adora coming undone, Catra didn't care; secondly, Adora moaned again, and she squeezed her ass again just to hear the noise repeat, and the way Adora moved against her wasn't in a way she'd seen her ever move before.
Not even the couple times they'd done something similar to this before Adora left; no, Adora now was liquid under her hands, shameless and needy even when there was still a thread of resistant tension in her muscles. When Catra then bit down on her shoulder and sucked, tasting as well as smelling her, tongue following to soothe the bite, Adora thrust herself against her, ass grinding in an attempt to reach the answering hot throb inside Catra.
"Catra! I--- I need..." She cut herself off, trembling with the effort of it, and Catra didn't even care what was going on now, all she wanted to do was have Adora give in, finish that sentence. Become undone, under and because of Catra. She'd probably feel better if she did, anyway. So in the service of that, she let go of Adora's butt, ghosted her claws up along Adora's sides, and even that light touch had Adora twisting against her, hips tilted in a silent plea which she ignored, until she reached her breasts. They fit perfectly in her hands, just large enough to easily knead. The soft flesh shifted in her grip, hard nipples pressed against her palms, and Adora cried out again.
Her hair, somehow, Catra saw as she pulled out of it where she'd buried her face against Adora's neck to get more of that scent, was now definitely more lavender... lilac? than before. Strange. Shrugging, Catra shifted her grip on Adora's boobs and caught her stiff nipples between her fingers, smirking.
"You need what, Adora?"
"I..."
Slowly, oh so slowly, Catra tightened her pinch, Adora stiffening against her in tune with it, but not pulling away. No, instead she thrust her chest up, head falling back on her shoulder, and thrust her ass back against her, with helpless little twitches half-rubbing her bare ass against Catra's still-clothed thigh. She twisted the nipples in her grip, and Adora made a noise that almost made Catra come, the way it yanked on her pleasure and made her clit throb.
Adora was fucking magic at the moment, and she smelled so, so good.
"I need more! Please!"
Not quite what she'd wanted to hear, but it would do, and she had ways to get exactly what she actually wanted to hear, too.
"Why didn't you say so?" Catra felt almost giddy with the control she had currently, giddy with the pleasure; both her own, and the one she could wring from Adora's body, leaving her panting. It almost hurt to step away from Adora, but she did so, and the look Adora gave her over her shoulder...
Like she'd thought earlier, their explorations before Adora had left didn't hold a candle to whatever was going on now, whatever was happening to Adora. There just was no way to compare. Adora's hair was dishevelled, strands of it cradling a flushed cheek, her blue eyes dark and wide, begging. Adora's was literally pouting, and not that sort of little-girl pout of annoyance; no, this somehow just made her look hotter, asking Catra to ravage her rosy lips.
Rosy lips. What the fuck. Catra shook her head, but that was the only word that applied, really. Adora was just... really hot, even if she'd always been attractive. It was just not quite the same, right now. It was a lot more. Catra pushed that aside and smacked Adora's ass.
"Catr-ah!" Adora startled, then glowered, but even her annoyance couldn't cover the way she'd shuddered when Catra had hit her, her eyelids fluttering and the flush darkening. Apparently that sort of pain wasn't one Adora had any protests against.
"What are you waiting for, Adora? The bed is over there." Waving a hand towards it, she smirked - an expression that fell off for an embarrassingly wide-eyed stare when Adora did turn, and didn't actually stomp over, as she'd expected. No, she sort of... slinked, which was both utterly wrong, because this was Adora, and yet Catra could definitely see Adora do this if she thought it'd get some sort of rise out of her. And with lowered inhibitions... no wonder. Catra couldn't even find it in herself to be annoyed, at herself or at Adora, because how could she, with the view she was presented with?
Adora's muscles shifted under her skin like silk over steel, and the scattered sweat made her practically gleam. The spray of budding flowers on her back, whatever they were, shifted with her movements and made it look like the branches were swaying in a soft breeze. Adora laid down more like she'd expected, something between military precision and a careless flop, her hair spreading around her like it, too, was a flower.
Catra had intended to make Adora sweat and beg for it, but decided it could wait a little, as Adora would be begging either way. So instead she shucked off her clothes as quickly as she could, and simply leapt onto the bed from her position, twisting in the air so she landed crouched over Adora and gave in to that earlier urge to kiss her.
It was like falling.
Adora's mouth was as hot as it'd been earlier, her tongue as soft, and it seemed to set off fireworks when their tongues slid together. Adora shuddered underneath her even at the first, light brush of lips, and her hands rubbed restlessly up and down her sides, half clawing at her skin and fur with her silly, blunt human nails, when she bit and nibbled on Adora's bottom lip. Adora's touch left fire in its wake, and Catra was forced to finally pull back with a gasp and turned around, her tail swaying high and jaunty behind her.
"Time to show me what you want, Adora." She didn't wait for a reply; instead she sank down, her hands on Adora's hips, and if she gasped when Adora's mouth pressed against her pussy, then that was nothing to the vibrating moan Adora let out. Her blunt-nailed toes curled as she pushed her hips up off the bed, even with Catra weighing her down. "Uh-huh. You g-gotta w-work--- shit."
If she'd thought kissing Adora had prepared her, she was wrong. It wasn't even necessarily that Adora was exceptional at eating her out, because that wasn't it. But she also didn't need to be. Not when her needy noises, muffled by Catra's cunt, vibrated up into her core and set it singing. Not when every quick, flicking lick left sparkling heat in its path, and when Adora sucked on her clit, tongue flat against her, Catra had no choice but to come.
She rode through it, ignoring the wriggling hips she was pressing into the bed, the silk of the skin under her hands, so soft to the touch. Ignored anything but Adora's mouth and the way she worked through her orgasm, and it never became too much, so she could just sit there and have Adora continue. Which was exactly what she did, her tongue growing quicker, her lips moving more frantically as she twisted as much as she could underneath her. Every muffled noise made Catra's eyes roll back in their sockets, and she was probably not that quiet either, their noises mingling in the room. Teeth threatened her clit, and she extended her claws, but Adora practically wailed against her when they dug in, just lightly, and in response thrust her tongue deep inside, and Catra heard herself echo Adora as she came again.
All through it, she could feel Adora trembling, arching against her. Her hips moved under her grip, jerky little twitches that no doubt was accompanied by Adora tightening on nothing. Looking for relief, and getting none.
Thighs trembling, she pushed herself up enough to give Adora some air, and couldn't quite believe it when Adora actually followed, just enough to give her another few butterfly licks, a desperate noise caught in the back of her throat.
"S-so, Adora. What do you, need?" Smoothing the claw marks she'd made, Catra slide one hand back along Adora's body and palmed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple just to feel Adora jerk under her and bury her face in her thigh for a moment.
"I..." Still she hesitated, the mumbled word followed by a lick against salty skin, heedless of the fine, barely there fur on Catra's inner thigh. Catra was as annoyed as she was impressed, but she didn't have much time for either feeling before Adora continued, again arching enough to push Catra up off the bed as she offered herself up for her. "I, I need you, Catra."
Catra indulged herself, and looked over her shoulder. She could've come again just from the expression on Adora's face, but just graced her with a smirk, somehow.
"Oh, Adora. Was that so hard?"
Somehow, despite her body's not-so-silent plea, Adora had enough wherewithal to glare at her. That just wouldn't do. Promptly turning, Catra practically swooped down, giving one last squeeze to Adora's boob before she slid her hand back down Adora's body and wound her arms around Adora's thighs so she could grab her ass again. She buried her face against Adora's desperation, blood-thick and with a smell like sex and need, and if she'd thought having Adora eating her out had been good...
There was just something about the shape of Adora's pussy against her mouth, the taste, the wetness, that set her off again, and Adora's mouth coming back on her almost made her lose concentration. But she was here for a reason, and Catra was still determined to wreck her.
A single, long lick made Adora shudder from top to toe, moaning against her like she'd already come. Delicately sucking on her clit, not even with much pressure at all, and Adora was arching up off the bed, crying out.
The smell of the flowers were heavy in the air, but couldn't mask the rich smell so close to her nose as Adora came apart under her. Her muscles trembled as Catra picked up speed, hips alternately twitching and gyrating, pressing herself against Catra's mouth and almost doing half her job for her. Catra came a third time, grinding herself down on Adora's mouth, as she reluctantly let go of one of Adora's asscheeks and stroked her along her perineum, then, as she decisively sucked on Adora's clit, smacked her ass again.
Adora shuddered, arched, and stiffened, her cry muffled against Catra.
Nibbling on the plump little nub in her mouth, Catra slid a single finger inside Adora, carefully crooking it since she wasn't looking to tear Adora up from the inside, and searched for---
Adora seized around her, her first orgasm instantly followed by a second, clamping down tight for several long seconds where Catra was riding what felt like a reciprocal echo of Adora's orgasm. It shuddered through her, wrapped around her with tingling sparks, and then settled like a drunken warmth in her limbs and muscles as Adora slumped, boneless, back on the bed.
Pulling off her, Catra brushed hair out of her sweaty face and stared down at Adora. Adora's hair was fully lilac now, no longer looking like she'd messed up dyeing it. It looked... natural, like she'd never been blonde at all. Her mouth was red and plush, still looking awfully kissable as open and soft as it was, and her eyes were closed. The slight frown on her face spoke of exhaustion, not displeasure, and when Catra rolled her over, too curious not to, she moved like there was not a single bit of will left in her to do anything but follow, unconscious or not.
The flowers had bloomed.
They spread out over Adora's pale skin like splashes of colour, too life-like to be mere tattoos, and she'd seen them be just buds before, besides. One of the collections of small flowers spread over and into the cute dip where Adora's asscheeks started. Reaching out, Catra slid a finger to follow the branch like she'd done earlier, out into the flower, and teased her finger down into the crack. Adora arched up into the touch with a sigh, then flopped down against the bed again, still asleep.
Whatever the hell this was all about, Catra still had no idea, and she didn't really care either, as she watched the blooming flowers slowly fading from Adora's skin, and was strangely sad to see them go. Not just because that probably meant when Adora woke up tomorrow she'd be back to normal. They were also just... pretty.
Throwing a glance towards the door, then back to Adora, Catra grunted.
"Fine."
Adora had come here because she needed her, had outright admitted to it (if under duress), so she could be... lenient. Just this once. Flopping down next to and partially on top of Adora, Catra buried her nose against Adora's neck and breathed in the scent of whatever flowers had adorned Adora's back until she fell asleep.
***
Adora woke up with a pleasant soreness in her muscles, clear-headed and... both calm and mortified. She was also free of both the all-encompassing lust and pleasure as well as the pain that'd followed the pleasure until Catra had started to touch her. The pain was really the real reason she'd gone to Catra at all, even if there'd been a brush of Glimmer's hand that'd felt as nice as Catra's first, confused touches. But going to Glimmer... no, no, she couldn't have done that, and since the slap on her back from Bow had turned into a shuddering wrench, the pain edging into nausea, she definitely couldn't have gone to him either.
Or anyone else back in Brightmoon, or even in the rebellion in general. Well, maybe there was one of the princesses she could have gone to, now that she actually could think, but all she'd been able to think yesterday was that she had to get to Catra. Catra would know, Catra would fix it. Which was so very stupid on so many levels, that Adora didn't know what she'd been thinking.
Catra wouldn't know what was going on any more than she did (and she hadn't), and she didn't have any reason to actually help.
She had, though, if in her own way.
Exhaling on that thought, her heart aching as much as her muscles just then, Adora tipped her head, peering at Catra through her curtain of lilac---
... What?
Sitting up, heedless of if she woke Catra or not, Adora grabbed her hair and yanked it forward. Twisted it around in the muted light, but the view didn't change. Her hair was definitely lilac, now. How? Why? What the hell had happened yesterday? The weight of arms interrupted rising panic and made her look down, and Adora smiled despite herself. Her chest warmed with the familiar sight of Catra curled around her, arms locked around her waist and a notch between her eyebrows.
Cute.
Catra could still be cute. Though that changed nothing, really. Sighing, Adora slumped, let go of her hair since there really was nothing to do about that, either. It wasn't a change that'd hurt her, even if it'd take time to get used to and while she wasn't sure about how this made her think of Glimmer, it didn't look bad either. After just sitting there for far longer than she should, enjoying the almost-forgotten but very familiar sensation of Catra curled around her, the twitching tip of her tail brushing Adora's knee, she finally heaved a sigh, reflexively scratched Catra behind one of her ears, and got out of the bed.
Which was both a much more involved process than one might think, and yet easier than if she'd been just about anyone else. Admittedly, she hadn't been sure of the latter, since that relied on "Catra has filtered me out of her attention of things to notice while asleep", but... apparently it was still true, and Adora clapped her hands over her face to muffle the groan at the way her stomach fluttered at the realization.
No matter.
Snagging her clothes, she was halfway into her pants when she remembered how the mark had changed yesterday... There was a mirror in the small bathroom attached to Catra's room, and twisting around and standing on her toes gave her enough of a view to see that her back was bare again, only the narrow, lilac rectangle still present on her hip. That was a relief. The only changes from whatever had happened yesterday seemed to be her now-lilac hair and that her scent would be a lot harder to hide, now... She might just not bother, honestly. Dressed again, her hair pulled up in its usual ponytail, she passed Catra towards the window, and paused.
Turned partway on her heel and watched Catra sleep, now curled up into her customary ball with her tail wrapped around her. It would be really easy to subdue Catra now, take her with her to deprive the Horde of her leadership and drive, and... and what? She didn't know. She was still angry, underneath the stunned, well-fucked confusion that still lingered, still tired and she did... still miss Catra. But unless Catra came with a mind to turn against the Horde, how was she even supposed to convince her, hide her until she'd changed her mind? Despite everything, she didn't want Catra to be discovered and at risk of being killed.
Stupid.
Smacking the side of her head, Adora crossed the room to the (definitely unused) desk, found something to leave a note with, scribbled 'thanks' on it, and left. Picked her sword up on the way out and transformed out on the balcony to the side of the doorway to cut down on the light that might wake Catra, and left like she'd come, doing absolutely nothing to the Horde.
Maybe not what she should have done, but Catra hadn't taken advantage of her falling asleep yesterday to have her restrained and tossed in a cell, or killed. She hadn't come here to do anything, she'd just... needed Catra's help. She'd wanted Catra and no one else, she had to admit, even when she definitely shouldn't want exactly that. For as much as she'd been burning up yesterday, needing just any touch at all, she'd gone where she wanted to be.
At least it was over now.
(And if, the next month, she felt the same, threatening tingle-burn of arousal and burgeoning pain, Adora at least knew what that meant, this time.)
