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"So, you ready to see about actually making something today?" Adora asks, her eyes bright with excitement.
She's so cute when she gets like this, excited about art in all its forms. They'd been messaging and hanging out nonstop since she'd come to pick up Scorpia's mug. She’d thought that the blonde was attractive from the first day she saw her—hell, Catra was the first one that recognized her from that viral video that had apparently blown up her business—but she hadn’t expected to connect with her as quickly and as deeply as she has.
"Born ready." She says with a smile. They’re back in the studio for her promised pottery class. She reaches out and hugs the blonde in greeting. They hadn’t kissed yet, but they had hugged goodbye the last time they saw each other. She feels her stiffen for a moment before she pulls her real close, Adora's breath in her ear.
"Catra." She murmurs. "I've missed you."
Catra rolls her eyes as she looks at the blonde. "You fell asleep on the phone talking to me last night.” She can’t help but tease.
Catra hadn’t had something like that happen to her since she was a teenager, but sure enough, she could hear Adora’s light snoring on the line. If someone says she stayed on the line a touch too long listening to Adora breathe, she’d vehemently deny it.
Adora turns red but is not shy as she leans her head down to put them at eye level. “I stand by what I said.” She claps her hands together. “Now, I see you dressed for the occasion.” She says lightly as she takes in the big t-shirt and shorts Catra is in.
“Well, I learned my lesson from last time.” She’d briefly considered coming in other clothes so she could borrow Adora’s shirt again, but it felt a little too obvious.
Adora grabs her hand, interlacing her fingers as she takes her to the back to her private studio. Just like before, there are those gorgeous sculptures and ceramics that Adora was working on, looking a little different than the last time she was there.
“Well, how about I center it for you, and then we can have you make something?” Adora suggests, relaxed as she moves to sit on the pottery wheel. The wheel has clay already set atop of it—Adora had clearly been waiting for her.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Catra takes the seat next to her and watches as Adora starts to press the pedal.
She thought watching the viral video of Adora making ceramics was hot. Beyond hot. But it's nothing compared to seeing the blonde actually spin clay on the wheel, eyes focused as she moves her hand in a rhythm that Catra finds enthralling.
But it's not even the suggestive way her hands move or even how big and capable they are. No, it's the intense focus on her face, the way she devotes her attention fully to the task.
Catra can't help but imagine herself under that level of attention with the same hands touching her. Before she could lose herself too deeply in that fantasy, Adora looks up at her.
For a moment, that focused stare is there and Catra can barely breathe. But then the look melts into the gentleness she's grown to associate with Adora. She smiles softly at Catra and gestures to the wheel.
"Now you try." Catra stares at Adora, panicked because she had no idea what she's supposed to do. Adora narrows her eyes at Catra. "Were you paying attention?"
"Absolutely. I paid plenty of attention." It isn't even a lie. She did. "You know, to the view."
Adora rolls her eyes but then they light up in a way that Catra isn't familiar with yet. She scooches back on her chair, spreading her legs.
Catra stares at her, confused by the anticipation on Adora’s face and the way she's spread out even more than she'd been originally.
"What are you waiting for?" She asks with a raised eyebrow, looking at Catra like a woman who’s in on a secret.
Catra isn't sure what that secret might be. "Waiting for what?"
"I thought you wanted us to have a Ghost moment." She says with a smile. She pats the part of the seat exposed in front of her.
Given how shy Adora had been the first few times they saw each other, she never dreamed that she'd actually want to do this.
It seems Catra processed for a bit too long because the smile on Adora's face dims a little. "We don't have to if you don't want to obviously, I'm not trying to—"
In the short time they've known each other, Catra's realized that sometimes when Adora is worried about something like this, it's best to act. So, she sits down, pressing herself to Adora.
"I'm sure I'll learn more like this anyway." She tries for the words to be joking, but the breathlessness there gives her away. Everything is still and Catra's pretty sure Adora isn't breathing. "You still planning on teaching me?" She prods gently, now worried if she'd been too forward.
That seems to snap Adora out of it, as she takes a deep breath that presses her chest to Catra's back. "Okay, I can do this." The whisper doesn't seem to be for Catra, but it is because of the way Adora's breath fans over her neck.
Adora tightens her thighs, now they're also pressed against Catra. She then moves her hands to wrap around Catra's waist and adjusts her head so it's almost resting on her shoulder.
"Is this okay?" She asks, one of the hands tightening around her waist.
"Yes." She's not sure she can make out anything except her heart beating wildly and the heat of Adora's wrapped around her.
Adora breathes out again and Catra can feel goosebumps on her arm from the sensation. "Alright, look down at the wheel for me."
She looks down and watches as Adora's hands wrap around the tops of Catra's and lead them down to the mound of clay that's already centered.
"I'll guide your hands while we form the shape." Her voice picks up confidence as she moves their hands to cup the clay. It's wet and kind of soft under her hands. She can feel the way Adora moves her fingers and applies her own pressure.
She then moved Catra's thumbs to the top of the mound. "Press down firmly. It's important to try to keep even pressure in both your hands." Talking about what she knows seems to relax Adora, her voice low and reassuring as she moves Catra's hands with ease. "Now, we are going to start the well with our thumbs."
Catra presses her thumb in the center and watches as the hole in the middle forms. Adora lets go of one of her hands and cups some water from the bucket in front of them and sprinkles it over the clay.
"Alright so now pinch the sides of our piece to enlarge the well." Catra does as Adora asks, and the whole thing wobbles for a few spins before Adora brings her hand back in and corrects it. "Remember, even pressure for everything. You want your hands to be mirroring each other."
She tries her best to do what Adora says. She actually manages to think past the heat and feel of Adora to the cold on her fingertips, the clay sliding quickly there. If Adora wasn’t pressed to her back, she thinks this would be relaxing.
After a little while, the clay actually looks like a bowl which is incredibly surprising to her. Adora presses a soft kiss high on her temple. "Look at this, you did great." The praise sounds genuine and honest and it makes Catra abandon the project altogether, turning in Adora's lap.
Now she's astride the blonde who's looking up at her in surprise. "I want you to come with me to Scorpia's wedding as my date." She blurts out.
Adora's eyes widen almost comically and Catra would think to make fun of her for it if she wasn't nervous. She'd spun the idea in her head since their first date and time was running out if she actually wanted Adora to be her date.
Adora smiles brightly and nods her head. "Yeah, I'd love that." She gently lifts her hand to cup Catra's head but freezes suddenly. "My hands are dirty." She wiggles her hand and sure enough, they are still covered in clay.
Catra leans forward, noticing the way Adora's breath catches, and she sits up in the chair. "As long as you keep it out of my hair, I don't think I'd mind."
Adora's eyes glance down and that's when Catra realizes she's practically shoved her tits in Adora's face. She backs up a little and leans down and that's all the cue Adora needs to lean forward and kiss her.
The kiss is needy and makes Catra moan aloud. Adora's hand cups her jaw and Catra knows she'll be covered in clay, but this is absolutely worth it. She drops her hands onto the blonde’s shoulders, using the leverage to pull her closer.
The blonde stands, her hands wrapped around Catra’s thighs as she walks them so that Catra is now sitting on one of her tables. She’s still higher up than Adora and she leans down to get closer. Just like she’d suspected before, Adora is focused on her, hands and lips all moving in sync to bring Catra pleasure.
“Adora.” She manages to pant out as the blonde kisses down her neck.
“Yes?” She breathes out her lips still moving, this time toying with Catra’s ear lobe.
“Fuck that feels good.” She gets distracted from whatever her point was. She can feel Adora’s smile on her jaw.
“You want me to stop?” She asks and Catra forces her eyes open to look at the blonde.
“Not stop but slow down?” Catra finally says.
Adora pulls back a little concern etched on her face. “I’m sorry was it too much?” Her cheeks are pink and lips swollen from their kisses and Catra thinks she’s never seen a more beautiful woman.
“No, not at all. It was all fantastic.” Catra assures her. She’d love to see Adora take charge again sometime. “I just really like you and I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to hook up with you.”
She’s been single for a while, and she knows how easy it is to fall into bed with someone when you have no intentions of seeing them again—she doesn’t want that with Adora.
Adora nods, her face clearing. “I really like you too.” She looks down at her hands that are still around Catra’s thighs, her eyes getting a little hazy. She pulls back as if the touch burned her and looks up face very red. “Yeah, I can see how maybe I lost my head a little.” She chuckles.
“It’s fine. Encouraged even. I just don’t necessarily want our first time to be covered in clay in your studio.” She says with a raised eyebrow.
Adora coughs for a moment, but then she leans her head against Catra’s, coming close to whisper in her ear. “What about another time do you think?” Adora whispers.
Catra can imagine it clearly, exactly how many things they could get up to in this space. “I think another time sounds good.” Her voice is more throaty than normal, but she can’t help it.
Adora takes a deep breath and pulls back. “Another time then.” She flashes Catra an apologetic smile as if she could tell that she’s left her ruined for anyone else.
Catra hops down from the counter. “Do you want to clean up and go to dinner?” She looks and her handprints are everywhere on Adora’s clothes and skin, the clay drying over on it. She suspects she looks much the same.
Adora nods and starts picking up. Catra presses a soft kiss to her lips before she walks away to the bathroom. As she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror, using the hand soap to try to get most of the dried up clay she can’t help the excitement she feels. She isn’t sure how, but she can just tell that whatever is between her and Adora is special and enduring.