On her mind

Adora got her tattoo but she can't seem to get Catra out of her head. So she goes back with the excuse that she wants another tattoo. Adora is pretty sure Catra is just going along with this. Glimmer is absolutely judging her right now and she should. But Adora just can't seem to get that feeling or Catra out of her head. 

Leave your name on my heart Snippet:

Content warning: Adora is being a horny mess. 

Adora laid in the reclined chair and took slow deep breaths. She tried to calm her heart and stay still like Catra had told her. She was warned that there would be pain. Catra tried to explain the sensation to her, “stinging sensation or a bad sunburn or a tiny needle stabbing you really fast” she said and Adora was prepared for that. What she wasn’t prepared for was the stabbing sensation and light vibrations at the top of her breast to be the most erotic thing she had ever felt. All she could do was bite her lip to keep any embarrassing sounds inside her body as it burned with desire.

Catra used a cold damp cloth to clean away the ink before she moved to another section, the chilling sensation pebbling her nipples instantly at the change of sensation. She took a shaky breath as she noticed Catra’s two toned eyes zeroed in on the motion in her peripheral vision. Her tail flicked behind her as her ears swivelled forward.

“You good? Your hearts really going…we can take a break if you need” Catra asked curiously, her voice low and husky. Adora tried to fight her blush, she knew she must be bright red, but she managed to nod and squeak out a response.

“Nope, good, I’m good.” Adora risked a glance down at the Magicat hovering over her left breast and it was a mistake. Her eyes had a burning intensity to them that made her feel like Catra would eat her alive if given the chance. She quickly closed her eyes, feeling the brush of Catra’s breath over her heated skin as she huffed.

“Convincing…” Catra didn’t sound even slightly convinced, but Adora needed to focus on breathing and not focus on the radiating heat she could feel from Catra’s body. The soft, velvety feeling of her wrist brushing Adora’s skin as she worked was already distracting enough. She wanted to shiver but she needed to stay still like Catra said. She wanted to be good.