Actually, she rather liked how that sounded. “Goodnight then, my handsome Prince.” Catra wanted to laugh at it but held back. Adoras smile grew into a grin, it was almost as if one could see the bulb light up above her head. Adora had always been beautiful, but with her long hair now down and free of that silly hair poof, and dressed in that regal white and gold gown she looked like a goddess. “Alright then, I’ll come up with something else.” Adora said with a smile as she stepped closer and leant in until they were almost face to face. “Me? I’m poised, elegant and pretty darn handsome.” She twisted and let her feet fall down again on the outside of the railing, bracing herself against the wall below as she held on effortlessly. Pretty soon you’ll need to be addressed as Princess Catra yourself.” “Eww!” But Princesses are all sparkly, fluffy and gross!” Catra laughed as she grabbed hold of the railing, kicked herself off from the floor and into a perfect handstand, balancing precariously on the drop down into the garden below. “You know what I just realised? Marrying into royalty isn’t without consequence. Adora chortled loudly behind her back as she walked out to the balcony railing. “No need to wait up for me, Princess.” She said, emphasizing Adoras formal title and lading it with playful sarcasm.
I’ll be here when you’re done.” Almost reluctantly Catra lifted Adoras hands away from herself, bringing one up to her face and kissing her knuckles. Glimmer’s really out of her depth when it comes to dealing with the Horde remnants, and if her only competent military advisor misses out on another late-night war council she’s going to flip her shit.” Adora took a deep breath, drawing in the enticing smells of her girlfriend before letting out a relenting sigh. She enjoyed how they felt, toned and strong yet holding her softly like she was the most precious thing in the world. She smiled silently in response, folding her own arms around Adoras and holding them tighter to her own body. “Do you have to go?” Adora whispered in her ear, the laden sensuality of her voice coming oh so close to shattering Catras resolve there and then. She felt Adoras arms embrace her from behind, chin coming to rest on her shoulder. Another little mystery of existence, one she would be able to unravel in due time with the love of her life by her side. Maybe this was just how it was everywhere really, and it was just the smog-filled clouds above the Fright Zone that had warped her perception. Catra had no idea whether or not there really was something about Bright Moon that made the nights here unusually brilliant and that was where the name had come from, but it certainly felt like that.
Fear of Water (She-Ra PoP Fanfic), The bright, starlit sky bathed the balcony in a velvety light.
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