It Started With A Whisper (And That Was When I Kissed Her)

Too Close For Comfort

TW: Drugs and death because of it. Art: Ladymordecai

Three months. Three fucking months.

Their little agreement had gone on for almost four months.

Three months in which they had broken almost all of their rules. They started kissing outside of school, sometimes even going as far as Adora kissing Catra's neck. It never got anywhere though. Catra would always stop it before they did.

Adora knew this wasn't what was supposed to happen. But it was working out in her benefit. And Catra's too! Catra definitely seemed into their little makeout sessions from time to time. It didn't happen outside of school a lot, considering Catra had Emerson to take care of most of the time. But the little amount of time they did have, Adora found herself pinning Catra against the wall, kissing her and enjoying it.

They might as well just call themselves friends with benefits. It was just them getting out their teen hornyness with no feelings attatched.

Except.

There were feelings.

Adora had fallen. Hard.

Lonnie had already asked her to get back. A couple times actually. But Adora always denied the request.

She didn't tell Catra that. She also didn't really plan on doing so. Which, yes, was horrible. But Adora didn't have the guts to just ask Catra to be her real girlfriend.

She didn't want to think about what would happen if Catra had found out she was lying to her. Would Catra think she was being used? Would they still be able to be friends? Or would she be cut off completely.

Their whole relationship was based off lies. Literally. So what happens when she tells the truth?

*

It was around 7:00 PM when Adora received a facetime call from Catra. She picked it up almost immediately to see that it wasn't Catra who was calling. "Emerson?"

"Hi Adora! I called to tell you that my favorite color changed from this morning. It's yellow now. I like yellow, do you like yellow? I think you'd look good in yellow."

The seven year old went on rambling and Adora listened, laughing a little.

"Hey Emerson? Where's Catra?"

"She's sad right now so she's napping." Emerson told her, angling the camera to sleeping Catra. Her were tear stained, which made Adora worry.

"Adora can I ask a favor?" Emerson said, bring the camera back. Adora nodded and Emerson smiled. "Tonight I'm going to my first sleepover, I'm really excited! But I'm worried about Cat! Can you stay with her till I get back? She'll miss me too much and get lonely, then she'll have nightmares."

Adora laughed softly. "Sure. If Catra's okay with that. You know, it's cute that you take care of her."

"Yes." Emerson said, nodding. "I may call her a poopy head a lot, but she's my best friend! I love her. Even if she doesn't let me eat ice cream from the lobby for breakfast."

[..]

Adora got to the hotel just in time to see Emerson leaving with a friend. When she caught Emerson's gave, she was enveloped into a big hug.

"Bye Adora! I'll see you tomorrow." she told her, running back to her friend.

Adora had learned her way around the hotel by now. It was pretty big, Catra lived on the thirteenth floor. Adora had never gotten an answer as to why Catra had lived in hotel, or why she took care of Emerson by herself. She had her assumptions, but the last thing Adora wanted was to make Catra uncomfortable. If Catra wanted to tell her, she would.