Forever Fallen (Catra x OC She-Ra Fanfic)

26. Fallen

Harley watched keenly as Catra tried on the new, sleeveless, skintight suit that Wrong Hordak and Glimmer had sewn for her. Harley had decided to tell herself that Catra was 'modelling' for her when in reality, she knew she was just putting clothes on to wear but Harley was a touch-starved lesbian staring at her impressively fit girlfriend (was she really her girlfriend? They hadn't set anything in stone) as she changed into a sleeveless, skintight suit.

"Whatdya think? Yes, no? Hate it? Love it?" Harley asked her, smiling lopsidedly at her as she propped her chin on her hand.

"It's nice." Catra told her, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

She brushed her fingers over the nape of her neck and Harley regarded the movement carefully. She rolled backwards onto the bed and tucked her arms under her head, pressing her chin to  her chest so she could see Catra.

"Well, I for one, think you look hot" She chuckled, beaming broadly at the cat-girl who raised a dangerous brow and snuck forwards, crawling atop Harley and pinning her to the bed with her hands and knees at her sides.

"Thank you. You look the same as always" Catra smirked devilishly, her lips a hairs breadth away from Harley's, her tongue playing over her bottom lip as a fang came to depress down on it.

Harley regarded that movement carefully, too.

She stared at Catra through her lashes as she hooked her hands around her waist, grinning lazily up at her. Harley pressed their noses together and moved to kiss her but Catra's firm fingers around her throat held her down. A groan rumbled through her chest as Catra pressed the tips of her steel nails against her skin and leaned down, shuffling around to straddle Harley's waist.

Catra brushed her lips against Harley's and the girl felt a laugh bubble inside of her as a reverberation that didn't belong to her resounded in her chest. She grinned against Catra's lips and the cat-girl pulled away, glaring at Harley.

"What?"

"You're cute." She snickered and Catra hissed.

"I am not cute!" She snapped and Harley tilted her head back, laughing.

"Can you purr when you're on top of me more often?" Harley grinned and Catra groaned, sitting upright on Harley's lap and the girl propped herself up on her elbows. "You are cute, though"

The (ex) force captain rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, chewing on her cheek and gazing to the side as Harley tipped upwards and brought her forehead to Catra's, snapping her attention back to her. Harley raked her hands through Catra's cropped, brunette locks and sighed in resignation.

"He cut your hair..." She hummed, rubbing a tuft of her hair in between her thumb and forefinger and admiring it.

"Yeah... Why, don't you like it?" Catra harrumphed, one hand reaching up to grab at Harley's wrist.

"Normally, I wouldn't but... I see you like to break the rules." The girl chuckled, tugging gently on her hair and Catra growled at her next words, butting her head forwards into Harley's personal space, "There's less to grab onto but I like a challenge--"

Catra curled her fingers into Harley's loose locks and yanked her head back roughly, earning a gasp and a moan from her lips as the cat-girl pressed her cold nose to Harley's jugular. Harley shivered and Catra brought her lips to her jawline, placing airy kisses against the soft skin there as Harley jolted against her and squeezed her hips.

The door hissed open and Harley lurched backwards as Catra simply turned her head to the doorway, a dissatisfied glare in her eyes as they locked on Adora who was stood at the threshold. She choked on her words for a second before chuckling.