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Adora sprinted down the stairs and happily opened the door of the apartment.
"I'm home!" She shouted, entering.
"Ehy Adora." Said Catra, appearing in the corridor with her usual smirk.
The blonde let her bag fall on the ground and hurried to the brunette, to capture her in a bear hug.
"Aah! You're so clingy!" The girl complained, not pushing her away.
"Don't be grumpy, I'm just happy to see you." Adora said with her shiny smile and slightly pushing her roommate.
"Whatever. I was pouring myself a glass of wine before going upstairs. Wanna join?" Catra asked.
"Do we have cola instead? Oh my! This place is so clean!" The blonde exclaimed surprised, examinating her appartament.
"Thanks princess, I thought I should set friday as chores day, at least until my time schedule will change at the beginning of school." The latina explained, taking a cola from the fridge and putting it on the table.
She didn't have time to turn around and search for the opener, that Adora had already untapped it against the table with a smooth motion.

Cool.

"How was the way back?" Catra asked casually, trying to not look too much at her friend in her dark blue uniform.
"Uncomfortable. Hope you don't mind if I go to bed early tonight: it's been a long week and I'm extra tired." The blonde said, putting down the cola to take off the jacket, untie the tie and unbuttoning the higher part of the shirt.

The way her muscles flexed through the white fabric...the buttons threatening to open...the clothes embracing her fit silhouette...her relaxed posture...the exposed cleavage...the way she let her blonde locks fall out the formal ponytail.

Adora could be a lot.

Catra smiled to herself, remembering how there was a time when she was the only one who had the honour of seeing the girl with her hair let free.

"Too bad." The brunette muttered, taking a sip of wine, her mismatched eyes still glued on Adora's toned body.
She enjoyed how the blonde noticed her gaze and her cheeks turned rosy.
"I-it's not a big deal...wha-what about you? How was your week?" The blonde asked interested.
"Boring. I went out a couple of times with DT, but they were practising this very annoying french accent for some role and I couldn't stand it." Catra told her.
"I thought DT was already in some show." Adora said confused, remember an old conversation from the previous weekend.
"Yeah, but the production ends next month and they would keep auditioning anyways in the meantime." The latina explained, making her nod.
"I hope they will get it. I've never been to the theatre, it would be nice to go sometime and see your friend performing. We could throw them roses, like in concerts or some tv shows." The blonde said giggling.
"It is fun and the dancers' parties after the show are the best." Catra added.
"I don't really think I could take part to them: I'm so stiffened that they would kick me out or laugh till tearing up." Adora admitted, making them both chuckle along.
"I could teach you the basics for not embarrassing us...or you could just take off your shirt and they will forgive you." The brunette said mischievously.
"Catra!" The girl exclaimed, flushing red.
She laughed.
"Go get changed. We don't want Queen pinky and princess Sparkles to wait forever, do we?" The brunette encouraged her, shrugging the tension off.
"Alright." The blonde said, standing up. She tapped back the cola and left it in the fridge half-empty, before heading to their bedroom, jacket and tie hanging from her arm.
"Oh, tomorrow I'll do the laundry. Do you want to add something to my pile?" Adora asked, popping up from the corridor that led to their room.
"Already did. I stole a lot from your closet this week." Catra admitted.
"Well, thank you for asking before." The girl huffed sarcastically.
"Don't you remember, princess? What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine" the latina quoted a way younger self.
"You are lucky you are cute." Adora said, making the brunette blush furiously.
"I'm not cute! Take that back!" She yelled, but the blonde just ran in the bathroom and locked herself in, the most satisfied and stupid grin plastered on her face.

While Catra finished another glass of wine to prepare herself for the dinner, Adora was fast showered and perfumed.
She wore high waist jeans, a white sport bra and socks.
Fixed her blonde wet hair in a messy bun, she exited the bathroom e fast paced to their bedroom, glancing rapidly at the brunette set at the table, playing on her phone.
Adora grinned and opened Catra's side of the closet, seeking some nice shirt to steal.
The blonde eventually picked an old hoodie that her friend had since they still lived together. It was all black, evidently consumed and the brunette had cut it into a crop top.
She checked herself in the full-figure mirror they had and finger-gunned herself.
"Still got it, Grayskull." She complimented.

Heading back to her friend, Adora could hardly contain her laugh.
"I'm ready, wanna go?" She tried to ask as casually as she could.
When the brunette looked up to her, she flushed red and immediately turned angry.
"Ehy! That's mine!" Catra exclaimed.
"If you borrow my stuff, I'm borrowing yours as well!" The blonde answered.
"Well, I didn't come thinking I would have stayed! Of course I don't have enough clothes." The latina protested, standing up and getting closer.
"As you said, Cat, what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine." She quoted proudly, but immediately frowned when the brunette's expression turned into a flirtatious smirk.
Oh oh.
"You know what, princess? It's fine, you can keep it, it looks spicer on you anyways." She said with her most seductive tone, raspy and teasing, pointing Adora's forehead with her index fingerprint.

Catra's words lingered on her peachy lips, just a few inches away from the friend's face, while the captivating mismatched eyes seemed to glow, her pupils dilated.

The blonde turned redder then a tomato in a instant.

It was like being sixteen again in a second, when Catra started showing off the most confident and flirtatious personality as soon as she got aware of her beautiful appearance.

It was the brunette's chuckle that snapped Adora out her mild panic attack.
"Let's go dork." The latina said, holding the blonde's hand and leading her to the door.

Catra could be too much.