Dance with Me| Catradora AU

Twelve

* last part!!*

So, it turns out, three weeks was not a long time to plan anything, let alone get ready. Finn, Catra, and Adora all scrambled, Adora even more, considering she was the principal. Everytime Catra saw her, she was taking a nap or had dark circles under her eyes.

"Adora, sweetheart. I think you're overworking yourself." Catra said, concerned and wanting to help her girl. Adora laughed, shaking her head. "No, I'm fine! Just a little stressed, that's all. Don't worry about me." She tried to reassure Catra, but the magicat was not buying it at all.

"Babe, you have got to chill. How many times has this gone right? Why are you so freaked this year?" Catra asked, rubbing her girlfriend's shoulder lovingly.

"Well, my kid is in the graduating class this year. That's different." She stated simply.

Catra nodded, yeah that was a big factor. "I'm sure you'll do fine...Hmm, how about we find something to help you relax? Does that sound nice?" She asked, whispering the question into Adora's ear, the blonde turning around to face her, excitement in her blue eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm, let's go. Right now." Adora said eagerly, sitting up from her chair and holding Catra's hand, leading her into their bedroom.

By some sort of miracle, they had the apartment to themselves. Finn was at a friend's house, leaving her and Adora alone for the day. Catra had been hinting at it all day, subtle glances, touches...but in the end, all she had to do was say it.

"What do you want, Adora?" Catra asked, smiling up at her girl, fingertips tracing her collarbone. Adora bit her lip, "I just want to be yours."

Catra laughed, hitting Adora's shoulder. "That was so cheesy, ugh!" Adora laughed with her, "what! I meant it!"

Sliding her hands up Adora's neck and to the back of her head, tangling her fingers in her hair, Catra did what Adora told her. She was already hers, in every sense. They were one and they couldn't be separated.

Then, she moved her hands to cup her face, thumbs stroking her pink cheeks. She left a kiss on the woman's soft lips, reveling in the feeling. "Ah, I love you, Adora. You know that?" She asked, now kissing all over the blonde's face, her eyebrows, her neck—

"Yeah, I love you too Catra. You're amazing."

Catra smiled at that, now taking her kisses—if you could call them that—more like licks, down her collarbone and to her tits. "Mmm, keep going," Adora said, gripping her biceps.

"Okay," she agreed, pulling Adora's shirt over her head, tossing it on the bed. That left her with Adora's chest, which was too bare for her liking. Her skin was so easy to bruise; it was sort of fun, seeing the marks show up days later.

Adora raked her hands from her biceps, then to her shirt, wanting to take it off too. She let her, wanting to be on an even playing field. Once the shirt was off, she kissed Adora, missing the soft lips already in their brief separation. And, like always, Adora got a piece of her fang to lick on. It seemed to drive her wild, so she allowed it.

"Hmm, you're gonna fuck me, Catra?" Adora asked, walking back towards the side of the bed, sitting when her knees stopped her. Catra smirked, wanting to seal the deal. "Yeah, I am—"

Then the door opened. Wide as fuck. Broadcasting everything that was happening to whoever was unlucky enough to witness it. Catra froze, her tail going stiff and the hairs on her back rising. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.