Holy shit I love your drawings! The latest one especially. The way you draw the back fur just makes me wanna run a hand through it. Imagine when Catra and Adora shared a bed sometimes Adora would stroke Catra's back, and then once in a while she'd run her hands up it against the fur and send the most exquisite shivers up Catra's back 😍
Waaa thank you so much! This really made my day!
You are absolutely right. In fact the tuft of fur right above her tail may or may not be an erogenous zone that Adora discovered one day completely by accident.
Maybe it had been a particularly frustrating day for Catra. Maybe she used some underhanded techniques in a sparring match, then afterwards in the locker room was ambushed by her squadmates afterwards. When Shadow Weaver came to break up the fight she of course blamed Catra. Just another shitty day in a life full of shitty days.
But Adora finds her in the locker room, digging her nails into her palms, shaking, tears of anger in the corners of her eyes, covered in scrapes and bruises.
Adora doesn’t ask, because she knows right now that’s not what Catra needs. So she sits down next to her and rubs her back. Catra’s dressed in the threadbare white tank top she sometimes wears to sleep. It makes most of the fur on her back accessible to Adora’s soothing fingers.
She’s discovered that petting Catra, stroking her ears, is the only nonviolent way to calm her down when she’s like this.
Eventually Catra stands up. She pulls Adora up with her, crashing her body into a hug. Adora lets out a small laugh at Catra’s display of affection.
”Shut up, you dweeb.” Catra’s voice is muffled because it’s buried in Adora’s shirt.
Adora laughs again. She doesn’t think they’ve used the word dweeb seriously since they were 12.
”Whatever you say, boss.”
She returns to running her hands up and down Catra’s back. She can feel the knotted tension in her muscles slowly begin to relax. Adora smiles to herself. She lets her hands dip a little lower, stroking at the fur just above the base of Catra’s tail. Catra’s muscles loosen further. A low purr has started up in her throat, Adora can feel it rumbling against her own ribcage.
She’s sad for the circumstances that brought them here, but Adora loves it when Catra is like this. Soft. Open. When there are other people around she's brassy and bold, and Adora loves that, she loves Catra's quick wit and devil may care attitude.
And her heart swells with the knowledge that nobody else gets to see this part of Catra. This part is for Adora only.
Catra nuzzles her nose against Adora's neck and sighs happily.
“You like that?” Adora asks teasingly, carding her fingers through the soft fur and rubbing with gentle pressure. She notices the tuft is starting to rise a little, like it sometimes does when Catra is startled. She rubs it in the opposite direction, up her spine instead of down, and enjoys the different texture. That’s what Catra lets out a soft mewl and rocks her hips into Adora’s.
She jumps away from Adora.
”It was nothing! I–I have to take a shower.”
Adora’s heart skips a beat and she’s terrified for a moment that she’s done something she shouldn’t have, touched Catra in a way that wasn’t okay–
“Can you wait for me? While I shower?”
Catra wouldn't have asked her to stay with her if they weren't. She would've wanted to be alone. So whatever Adora did, it couldn't have been so bad.
“Only if you agree to let me patch up your wounds after.”
Catra shakes her head in exasperation but she can’t hide the smile lighting up her face.
“Alright then, bossypants.”
(I realize this is prose instead of a sketch and so;;;im sorry forgive me)
