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If you're so confident, then, yes.

[Hit her with your best shot.]

Alright.

[ A smile, slow and almost sweet, as Catra reaches out a hand to gently carress Adora's cheek, before leaning in to brush her lips against Adora's.

She doesn't really know what she's doing, but has that ever stopped her?

Mind you, this is not a great kiss, either; it's clumsy, Catra's inexperience showing through. Nevertheless, she lingers for a little longer than Adora did, while trying her best to go for a soft, gentle kiss. After all, that's what she imagines Adora would like.

~~it's definitely not what she would like shut up~~ ]

[She doesn't necessarily know what she's doing, but Adora's fine with this too. She even leans into it some, kissing Catra back with gentle...slightly more self-assured movements. Now that the first time is done, and that's always awkward she's sure, she can relax some.

And she doesn't immediately pull back, instead choosing to leave the burden of that to Catra, her eyes beginning to drift between open and closed.

So, point Catra. This is better. But not perfect, no.]

[ Catra doesn't pull back, at least not immediately. Instead she presses closer, deepening the kiss. Warmth blooms in her chest and her cheeks feel like they are on fire while she tries not to dwell too much on how soft Adora's lips are.

So of course, she gets impatient and abandons all softness, going so far as to nip at Adora's lips a bit -- and oops, she forgot how sharp her fangs are! ]

[The nip doesn't hurt as bad as it could. And it feels kind of good, in a weird way. So...rather than break away, Adora returns the favor. Gentler, and without the sharp prick of fangs, but she still catches Catra's lip with her teeth, tugging at it without really biting down too hard. That...might actually feel nice, she's not sure.]

[ Oh

that is

hmmm. Catra does not entirely mind that. Except she does. Not the sensation, that is nice. That's the problem with this -- everything about it feels very, very nice. Catra could get lost in it, could press ever closer and forget everything.

But right here, right now, she feels keenly that it would be like losing herself. It's something she's often felt, lately, when it comes to Adora.

So she breaks the kiss, batting her lashes at Adora in momentary confusion, then pushing her away while jumping back at the same time, hand coming up toward her mouth. ]

What... ?

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[Adora, for her part, is stunned. She cannot...believe that she just did that. That she and Catra kissed, and that it was actually kind of nice. She inhales sharply, touching her hands to her lips, blinking at her oldest friend.

Nervously, she sucks on her lower lip, unsure of what even to say.]

...I...

[No. She cuts off, exhaling slowly...]

...I liked that.

[she says, barely above a whisper, reverently wanting to keep the silence, but unable to keep that in.]

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[ And that's it, the spell wears off. Hearing those words from Adora knock Catra out of... whatever she'd been doing. Immediately, an old, familiar feeling rises to embrace her: fury. Her eyebrows slant down hard in an accusatory glare, and she straightens up in defiance. ]

Of course you liked it.

You got what you wanted, after all.

[ Out of the corner of her eye, Catra sees some papparazzi with their cameras, but she's too exhausted by the myriad of feelings sloshing through her to even think about pursuing them.

She gives Adora a cold, cold smile as she nods in their direction. ]

Smile for the camera... princess.

[ Then she roughly picks up her skateboard and turns to leave. ]

[Adora, still reeling from the kiss just moments before, barely registers what Catra says, and certainly misses the paparazzi. She stands there, numb, for a moment until it becomes obvious Catra is leaving.

She starts to say something, opening her mouth...]

...don't go. I. We...that was...I don't know. But...

[she breaks off as a camera clicks audibly, breaking her train of thought.]

...

[ That does, in fact, get Catra to stop in her tracks. She's very still for a moment. Now would be the time for a snappy retort, but her mind is blanking. In the end, she turns her head slightly, not quite enough to peek over her shoulder, and answers with a deadly calm. ]

We what, Adora?

I don't know.

[Adora answers honestly, blunt and straightforward as ever. She doesn't really have an answer, because that was very, very intense. And seeing Catra bristle makes her feel worse, somehow, than if she'd said nothing and just left.]

...I...have no idea.

[And truthfully, she might never. She doesn't have a support structure here, and she doesn't know anyone to talk to about this. It's so completely foreign to her...and that means she's likely going to bury herself in a library researching.]

I'm sorry, I won't spoil your day any more if you don't want me around.

[And then she turns to go, at a loss for words.]

[ Honestly, she doesn't. Really. In her life, Catra's rarely felt this vulnerable, and she's felt vulnerable plenty of times. But now everything's laid bare, and she has no army to hide behind, no troops to rally against her nemesis. But then, perhaps the greatest enemy lies within.

She won't think about it. No, in fact, she'll whip around instead so she can return to something she knows how to do: yelling. ]

You started this!

[Adora looks back over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with not quite tears. They don't fall, she isn't going to cry, but she kind of wants to. Never, ever before has she felt like this. Happy and miserable at the same time, unsure of if she's pushed something that didn't seem to be that big of a deal too far. She got burned by this, and hard.]

...I did. I own up to that. I'm sorry.

[Again, she won't deny culpability.]

I wasn't expecting it to escalate, and I don't know if it's better that it did, or worse. Catra, I...can't think straight. I just kind of don't know how to feel.

[ Catra, too, is confused and hurt. She doesn't really know what just happened. Well, they kissed, obviously, but that also very obviously was more than just a physical action. Her chest feels too tight and she doesn't like it. ]

You said you were going to do it to get a rise out of me. Doesn't seem that complicated.

Yeah. At first it was that, and then it...stopped being just that.

[Her own chest feels rather tight as well, like it's under a lot of strain. She inhales sharply, unable to look directly at Catra.]

I don't know what it became, but it was more, and important. I'm sorry, that it started out for something stupid. You deserve better than that.

[ There Adora goes again. Telling Catra what she should feel, what she should want, how she should act. ]

Yeah, well, I don't want anything else from you. So figure it out. Or don't. It won't really matter.

[that stings, perhaps deeper than it would have even five minutes ago. Adora closes her eyes to keep from crying and turns to walk away.]

...Right. I'll...see you later.

[ Oh, fuck. For a second, Catra actually gets out of her own head enough to notice something other than the storm roiling through her, and... Adora's sad .

And just for a moment, her voice softens. ]

I just... I need some space.

I understand. I'll give it to you.

[She swears, she will. It'll be at least a few days before they see one another. She has a lot to think about. she had not missed the softening of Catra's voice, and that made her 100% more likely to actually go along with it.]

Good.

[ She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether to say anything else... but what is there to say? Nothing good is going to come out of sticking around at this point.

And so, she turns and leaves. ]

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