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Sometimes Adora found it difficult to tell the difference between her girlfriend's plushies and her "babies" because if she was being honest, they all looked exactly the same to her. The only distinction she could make between them was that the plushies—ones that were still named, carried around the apartment, and were occasionally groomed—were "adults" and therefore didn't need explanations when Scopria did "adult things" with Adora. The "babies" though, had to be turned around, so that their glossy eyes and unsuspecting, stitched-on smiles weren't watching them "playfight".
Even now, Adora had turned over a giant, pink bunny (the name of which she couldn't remember), and Scorpia had stopped her. "No, that one is fine!"
"I don't get why we don't just turn them all over..." There were maybe twenty or so of Scorpia's toys on their bed, and Adora never did mind it until it was time for her to give them all individual judgments based on their "age" and "personality".
A pink blush settled on Scorpia's cheeks. "Because I don't want them to think sex is nasty or anything like that. Sexuality is natural and they should know that."
Adora exchanged a look with a fluffy, polyester dinosaur wearing a pair of round glasses. She imagined that he agreed with her that this was ridiculous. But there they were both playing along anyway. "When's this one..."
"Dr. Scales!"
"...Dr. Scales." Adora corrected herself quickly. "When's Dr. Scales going to have the opportunity to explore his sexuality?"
"When we're out of the house", Scorpia exclaimed as if it should have been obvious. "And with Truffles!"
Buzzing with realization, Adora searched for the giant ears of the fluffy pig plush. Personally, she would have "shipped" Dr. Scales with the first pink bunny she had touched. They seemed to have more chemistry together. A jock and a nerd was always a cute dynamic. But Scorpia's dark eyes sparkled as she pushed Dr. Scales and Truffles together, and Adora knew not to ruin her fun. "Okay. Are we done?"
"Almost! I'm taking Patchy to the living room", Scorpia held out her hands for a plush, "hold her carefully, please!"
Adora blanked. Which one was "Patchy"? She scanned the fuzzy heads of the stuffed animals and finally plucked out a lion with a too-little body. Sheepishly, she supported the giant head as if she was holding a real baby and handed it over to her girlfriend.
"You're so cute!" At first, Adora thought Scorpia meant the plush, but then she knew that the "cute" one was her. The lion plush rested against her shoulder as Scorpia went over to the other side of the bed and cradled another plush. It was so mangled and deflated that Adora wasn't sure what Patchy was supposed to have been. "This one"—Scorpia glanced to the lion—"is Wally."
"Riiiight", she trilled. "I was just... Testing you!"
"I think I'm a good mother", Scorpia said as a matter of factly, carrying Wally and Patchy out of the bedroom. "Good mothers don't forget their children's names. You better get to learning!"
A small part of Adora fluttered at the implication that she was these stuffed animal's mother too. She couldn't help the dumb smile pushing on her lips as she sat down next to Dr. Scales and Truffles (and repeated their names out loud, so she would remember). These were supposedly the "adults" though, so maybe she didn't need to pat their heads with the gentleness that she currently used. Truffles seemed to like it, though.
"Soooooo..." Scorpia had finally returned and flopped down next to Adora, holding the pink bunny between them. She played with its velvety ears with a shy smile. "The babies have all turned around!"
"And I think Dr.Scales is ready to learn something new", Adora played along, holding him up by his tiny shirt made specifically for a dinosaur. For some reason, the idea that Dr.Scales and the other plushies were "watching them" made Adora all the more eager to lean over and plant a kiss on Scorpia's cheek. "Wanna...give them a show?"
It usually didn't take much to fluster Scorpia, but since it was the closest Adora had ever got to suggesting that her fluffy horde of toys were sentient, her entire face smoldered with color. She bit her lip before turning away. "M-Maybe we should take them out too, now that I think about it... I-I..."
"You're embarrassed?" Now Adora smirked and wiggled Dr.Scale's thick tail. "You don't want to give him a show?"
Scorpia hid behind the bunny's ears. "W-Well, now I'm embarrassed! You... You like this!"
Of course, Adora liked it. She wasn't necessarily into voyeurism, but she could tell easily enough that Scorpia wasn't so much opposed to it. Not with the way she held onto her bunny tight enough to separate the cotton from its mid-section. Adora adjusted Dr. Scale's glasses closer to his nose, assuming that he would want to have a better look at his flustered owner. "I just think it would do him and Truffles some good... And, uh, who's that?"
"Snowball..."
Adora paused. "'Snowball'?"
"Well, they were white before", Scorpia puffed, "but I had a red sock in the washing machine a few months ago, so... Yeah."
Adora smiled. She had always been fond of Scorpia's clumsiness, and the shy look that came along with Snowball's story was turning her on. She inched closer to Scorpia, pushing Dr.Scales behind her so that it was only the pink bunny between them. All of the plushies were worthy opponents when fighting for Scorpia's attention because according to her, they were all equally charming. But this time Adora won, stealing a rough kiss from over Snowball's velvet ears.
The best part about having a cuddly girlfriend was that though Scorpia could choose to hug her plushies, she always did choose Adora when she had the option. Snowball was pushed aside with the other plushies, and Adora couldn't help but feel triumphant. She ran her hand up Scorpia's cheek, drinking in her half-lidded eyes and the gentle curve of her lips.
Despite the initial squeak Scorpia let out, she was fully receptive to opening her mouth for Adora and taking her tongue. Scorpia was quiet while Adora slipped her hands down the slopes of her body as if her plushies would realize that she liked being teased this way. Adora didn't let her hand rest in any one place as they kissed. First, she teased her girlfriend's thickly muscled shoulder, the ripple of her tricep, and down to her goosebump-covered torso. Then, Adora planted her palm right on the side of her ass, relishing Scorpia's broken moan inside of her mouth.
"Lay down on your back", Adora instructed against her lips.
Obedient as ever, Scorpia gave her space to nestle between her soft thighs. She grabbed Snowball again so that she didn't have to see the smug expression hovering over her. But Snowball's twinkling gaze never discouraged Adora as much as it did Scorpia. She pushed down the bunny's ears, forcing eye contact. "Tell me the safe word."
"Etheria!" Scorpia pulled Snowball's ears back up, her skin flushing a blazing pink. "I didn't forget!"
Adora had already trusted that Scorpia remembered it, but she found that she liked that half-offended, half-flattered tone of voice. Instead of fighting again for Snowball's spot, she shuffled lower to Scorpia's stomach and teased her index finger under her sports bra. Without warning, she yanked the elastic and let it go with a snap!
"Uhh! H-Hey!" Her girlfriend's moan was stifled into Snowball's fur, and Adora was suddenly unfathomably jealous, feeling her center growing hotter every few heartbeats.
"Can you put them down?" She tried not to sound too jealous, but Snowball seemed... smug? They were staring right back at Adora with those beady eyes like hard crystals. Maybe Snowball should have been put in the living room with Patchy and Wally after all...
"N-No way!" Scorpia peered over the bunny's ears. "You wanted Dr.Scales to watch, so I think it's only fair that Snowy does the same!"
Snowy?
She was making this already ridiculous name even cuter? Adora held back her grimace and tried to smooth over her nerves. Snowball was a plush toy. They weren't competing with Adora's sex appeal! Not at all.
"Okay", Adora grunted. "Fine."
Scorpia needed no further instructions as she spread her legs further for Adora's fingers. The inside of her thighs was softer than any of her plush animals and her sounds were sweeter than anything she had ever whispered to them before going to sleep. Adora kneaded up and down, going as far as the back of her knees before coming up to caress the swell of her shapely hips. For a moment, Adora gave Snowball a bitter glare, but then she remembered herself and the fact that she was not about to engage in a rivalry with a stuffed animal.
But her cuddly girlfriend held onto her pink bunny as if she was becoming undone because of them. That was very much Adora's job and she couldn't stand to hear the smothered gasps and sighs that belonged to her. Not the bunny.
This time with the elastic of her underwear, Adora pulled and the band struck Scorpia's skin with enough force to leave a bright pink mark. Writhing and panting, her girlfriend shot her an appreciative glance, most likely at the point where she was unable to form coherent words. Adora was happy to provide, feeling her own sensible thoughts begin to slip away.
She just needed to focus on Scorpia. Not the bunny she nuzzled as her underwear dangled from one of her ankles. And definitely not the same bunny that stifled another moan when her fingers pushed aside her lower lips and pressed down on her budding clit. Nope. Not that bunny at all.
Strangely enough, she didn't mind anymore that Snowball was stealing Scorpia's physical affections as moisture began dribbling down her knuckles. The poor thing was being crushed by powerful arms, and if it were Adora instead, she'd have to tap out and catch her breath. Not to mention how easily Adora's two fingers slid into her girlfriend's twitching entrance and filled her. Evidently, Scorpia was enjoying having Snowball pressed against her body, and maybe the thought that her other plushies were watching her getting fucked.
As Adora grappled with feelings of jealousy and arousal, she made sure to pay attention to how roughly she was rubbing against Scorpia's sweet spots. The angles and the motions, the volume of Scorpia's muffled cries, and the new rushes of slick on her fingertips were all important too.
With a shudder and a gasp, Scorpia's ass lifted off of the bed and she tightened around Adora's fingers as if to keep her inside. The moment Adora recognized the first signs of her girlfriend's orgasm, she used her free hand to snatch Snowball away and tossed them to the farthest corner of the bed. She kept pumping her fingers, ignoring Scorpia's annoyed yelp.
Now that she had no pink bunny, Scorpia covered her mouth with her hands, grazing her cheeks with her ruby-red nails. But Adora had control over that too. She slowed down her movements and left her girlfriend with the tips of her own trimmed fingernails. "Put your hands above your head."
Scorpia pouted, moving her hands only to rest on her soft stomach. "You're s-so mean..."
"Put"—Adora ground her teeth together—"your fucking hands above your head." The deep flush of her skin and the heated look in her eyes was enough to tell that Scorpia loved being talked down to like this, but Adora wasn't finished. She guided her thumb to press down on her hardened clit and spoke over her pleased groan. "Or I won't let you cum."
Never one to displease, Scorpia did as she was told and watched with bright, doe eyes as Adora left her there on the bed in favor of the dresser. She seemed to already know what was in Adora's little plastic storage box as she flushed from head to toe.
"Keep still", Adora ordered, holding her favorite silk blindfold in one hand and rope in the other. It was easy to put on both things and even easier to officially slip into her dominant, possessive character. After rousing it with so many ridiculous thoughts of jealousy and competition, Adora was finally ready to give Scorpia her best performance. "Now you're going to play with my toys..."
Catra had the special ability to tell when someone in a relationship was or wasn't having great sex. She unlocked this sixth sense a few years ago, as soon as she went into college, and it helped her navigate around people the way a snake might have navigated the forest floor.
It was an extreme understatement to say that she knew Glimmer's condition long before she had ever got the chance to talk with her. They were co-workers as interns and natural rivals from the start, but if Catra knew anything about that type of relationship, it was that things tended to get heated fairly quickly.
With ruffled hair and a smooth, confident smile, she had convinced her slowly turned acquaintance that a trip to the coffee shop would be..."nice". And it was nice. She could taste the absurdly specific drink Glimmer ordered. The sticky, pillowy feel of lip gloss and the worried look she gave Catra against the bathroom door were just bonuses.
"I'm meeting a friend later", Glimmer explained, tilting her head slightly to make room for Catra's teeth. "Do not leave a mark!"
"I'm meeting a friend too", Catra purred into her ear. They were both playing this game out of a need to spare their egos. Of course, both of their friends were coming to the same place and of course, Catra and Glimmer arrived before the set time. How else was Glimmer supposed to allow Catra's hands under her blouse the thousandth time that week? They couldn't go back to her place. That would make them more than acquaintances, and neither of them could have that.
Kissing her not-friends wasn't really Glimmer's style, and so she did it to Catra anyway. These were supposedly the types of kisses that she gave random people in clubs (because she was fun, and she knew how to have fun, and Catra of all people wasn't going to tell her otherwise). If it were up to Catra, she would have gone out of her way to test this claim, but despite having Glimmer up against a wall, none of it was up to her.
The only things Catra was able to do were the things Glimmer wanted her to do. She was like a puppet with no strings and no obligations to make sure that her master was having the time of her life. She sucked carefully onto the sensitive skin of Glimmer's neck and nibbled with just enough force to earn a breathy sigh. They continued like this, stripping Glimmer down to nothing but her stockings. At work, she didn't wear any stockings with her dresses.
The sharp, black points of Catra's nails dug into the thin material, dragging down her ass and hips until they popped open at her perfectly sculpted calves. When Catra came back up, she forced their lips together, and she was eager to swallow down Glimmer's incohesive moans of approval.
"Fuck." Glimmer's usual composure didn't exist with Catra, and she didn't even bother trying to keep it up. She leaned heavily on the wall, her eyes smoldering with desperation and slight anger. "We only have a few minutes left."
Catra smirked. "Go figure. You spent all of our time ordering that goddamn coffee."
In any other setting, they would have continued taking jabs at each other. But Glimmer closed the space between them and made all of the other potential insults hazy and meaningless. Catra sucked at her acquaintance's tongue with the force of a lover before dropping down to her knees. She caught her nails under Glimmer's panties and tore them down. They didn't have that much more time, but Catra was not leaving her unsatisfied.
She backed Glimmer up on the wall again, seeing as how the sensation of her tongue spreading her folds usually made it difficult to stand. As she lapped up arousal, Catra helped her acquaintance's stocking down to pool around her ankles so it would be easier to take off later.
"God..." The sound of the back of Glimmer's head thudding against the door was Catra's cue to get bolder. She reached up on either side of big, curvy thighs and dug her nails in. This assault was hard enough to leave a mark and send Glimmer into a frenzy of blithering curses as she jerked her hips against Catra's face. "God! Yes, yes!"
They stayed completely still for a few heartbeats, Catra allowing the other woman to ride out the afterglow.
They caught each other's eyes.
"You don't last very long", Catra commented on the floor.
"You don't fucking listen!" Glimmer shot back, gesturing to the scratches on her legs. She wasn't bleeding, and it wasn't far enough down to be revealed by her dress.
"Sorry", she muttered, standing up. "I thought it only applied to hickeys!"
"Don't do it next time." The unless I ask you to part was silent. Glimmer stepped out of her ruined stockings, threw them in the trash, and straightened out her appearance in the mirror. She gestured Catra to flank her side and ran her hands through her ruffled locks. "Okay. Let's go."
For as long as she had known them, Scorpia and Adora were disgustingly affectionate in public as if life were one big backdrop to their relationship. Catra inwardly cringed at the dopey smiles they gave each other as they spoke amongst themselves. They were probably talking about how sweet and pretty the other was. Glimmer settled down in the seat across from them and Catra perched on the edge of her own.
Scorpia gasped. "Oh, my gosh! I love your makeup!"
"Oh, thanks!" With the lack of time and resources, Glimmer had apparently done a good job of fixing herself up. Catra could agree that she looked good too. "And I love yours!"
With that, Scorpia and Glimmer started talking about... Whatever they were talking about. It sounded like something she couldn't be bothered to care about based on that way too excited inflection. It was most likely small talk, considering that the two only knew each other through Adora.
"What're you ordering?" Adora flipped through her options on a small menu, though Catra had only ever seen her eat vegetables and too-raw meat. Maybe a pastry if Scorpia made it for her.
"Alcohol", Catra scoffed.
"It's eleven!"
"And it's five in the afternoon in some other part of the world." Catra ignored Adora's further protesting as she nudged Glimmer's side. "Want anything?"
"Wine?" She made that soft expression. It was supposed to be a polite one, Catra could tell, but it sent chills down her spine.
Adora shook her head. "You too?"
"Time is a social construct", Glimmer explained, smiling. "And who knows when I'm going to get to drink again? I have to be out of here by five!"
Catra swallowed the lump in her throat. The thing that she had been trying to ignore all morning had hurtled back to her full force. She picked herself up out of the seat and suppressed a hiss as best as she could. "Red wine for the princess, right?"
"White!" Glimmer rolled her eyes.
As she made her way to the counter, there were a set of footsteps stumbling beside her. "What'd you want, Scorpia?"
"Are you dating her yet?" The excited chirp of her voice was not the same one she used with Glimmer. This was airier and less repressed. "Do you guys hold hands? Oh! Do you have cute names on your phones?"
"Cute names. Sure", Catra answered dryly.
"Unbelievably Spoiled Fucking Brat" was the number she texted today to invite her co-worker out. No double texts or emojis. It was simply an invitation to celebrate her promotion. Glimmer never saw it.
"But she's leaving without you?" Scorpia frowned, holding her ruby-red nails up to her black lips. "Is this a Romeo and Juliet type of thing?" She paused as if her words were always a tad bit delayed from her thoughts. "Wait, never mind. They killed themselves in the end; that's not romantic at all!"
It wasn't supposed to be. Romeo and Juliet was intended as a tragedy, not a romance. But idiots like Catra didn't see it that way at first.
And yet Catra couldn't bring herself to tell her old childhood friend any of this. From the look of it, Scorpia was having all of her relationship's needs met. If it weren't for the adorable promise ring she wore on her fingers and the color on her cheeks as Adora suddenly stopped talking to Glimmer, it wouldn't have been as obvious. Scorpia had a personality that made Catra's special sixth sense hard to use. She was always trying to be content with her predicaments, which was exactly why she shifted her weight from one hip to the other instead of immediately retreating.
Scorpia didn't order anything with Catra as she stumbled back over to her girlfriend. She leaned into Adora's half-embrace, her eyes pleading and her legs crossing from under the table. Catra set down the drinks easily, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
"Hey, are you okay?" Glimmer didn't give thanks before sipping her wine. She was evidently worried about Scorpia, who was probably seconds away from completely embarrassing herself.
"She's fine", Adora's reassurance got Glimmer to lean back in her chair and take another sip.
"Anyway", Catra seethed around the lip of her glass. "Congratulations, Sparkles."
"Yeah!" Adora added on with enough enthusiasm for both her and Scorpia, who was still flushed pink. "This is such a great opportunity for you! Japan's not going to know what hit them!"
Glimmer's laughter was like church bells. "Oh, they might. I'm going back home! All of those stupid college classes for this!"
"Yup", Catra swirled the contents of her cup, pushing away the stinging sense of nostalgia that had always come along with Glimmer. It would stay that way now. "All of that...for this."