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Catra sprinted into Adora's room, Glimmer hot on her trail.
"Come on, Catra. We have to go soon!" Glimmer called out to her but Catra just hid behind Adora, who was by the waterfall and looking at them with a peculiar expression on her face.
Catra stuck her tongue out, silently putting a steady hand on Adora's forearm as she did.
Glimmer rolled her eyes and wiggled the hairbrush out to her, "Must you be so difficult?" She attempted to say seriously, but the smile on her face ruined it.
"Nothin's stopping me, Sparkles,"
Glimmer rolled her eyes again as Bow walked into the room, "Come on, guys, Scorpia would hate for us to be late at her own wedding," Bow put his arm around Glimmer's shoulder and Glimmer leaned into it, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, I got it," Glimmer said with a sigh, "And if Catra doesn't want to fix her hair, that's her problem,"
"It can't a problem if it never was one in the first place," Catra pointed out.
Glimmer narrowed her eyes before groaning and leaving the room, gripping her hairbrush. Bow smiled at her as she left.
"Do you want me to tell Perfuma that we'll be late?" Adora asked, which really meant that she'd tell her that they would be thirty minutes late since the bride's maids and men had to be there an hour before the ceremony happened.
Bow shook his head, "I think she already kinda figured since it's us ," He chuckled nervously, scratching his neck. "But I'll leave you guys to it, I'm gonna make sure our gifts are alright for the 5th time,"
Bow then rushed out of the room.
Catra chuckled fondly, "He's really wound up about this,"
"I mean, he is a bride's men," Adora amended. Her eyes glowed a bright blue, like she was turning into She-Ra, but it left as quickly as it came.
Catra walked in front of her, holding both of her hands, "You okay?"
Adora smiled hesitantly, "Yeah, I am," She uttered, "I'm just getting a sense of... déjà vu, I guess," Adora looked to the floor, her eyes shifting in thought.
Catra put her hand on Adora's cheek, lifting up her face to meet her gaze. "Hey," Catra said with a soft voice, "Whatever you're thinking about, just know that I'm here,"
Adora's gaze softened, "I know, Catra," Adora whispered, "I've always known,"
Catra giggled, "You're such a sap,"
Adora leaned in, wrapping her arms around Catra's waist. "But I'm your sap," Adora muttered with a smile before landing a kiss on her lips.
Catra brought her in closer and pulled them towards the nearest wall. Catra would love to make out with Adora, but just not near the waterfall. The last time that happened, they both got drenched.
Adora hummed as she nestled herself close to Catra, deepening the kiss. Catra brought up her arms to place them on her shoulders, trying to pull her in even closer.
But the moment Catra's tongue swiped along Adora's bottom lip, Adora pulled away. She was beautiful; her face dusted pink and her pupils absorbing most of the blue of her iris.
"Catra, I'd love to continue this but we have to go-" Adora cut herself off with a gasp as Catra began putting butterfly kisses on her neck. Adora melted in her grasp, her hands on Catra's waist loosening.
"Catra," Adora whined as Catra started nipping and sucking hickeys on her shoulders, "This is sleeveless!"
Catra smirked, stopping to look up at her, and held eye contact, "Exactly,"
Adora stared at her with a dark glint in her eye. Catra was about to take it back but whimpered as Adora drew her into a bruising kiss.
The pair was 10 minutes early to the ceremony; Catra's face was flushed and her suit was all rumpled, while Adora's hair was just as messy as Catra's and she had a few bite and scratch marks adorning her back and shoulders, barely covered up by her wrinkled dress. They were both grinning, and the others just smiled, rolled their eyes, and filled in the details based on the way Catra was looking at Adora's shoulders and back like she was admiring her handiwork.