She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Big Bang Writer Preview (May 12-18, 2025)
"The deadline for the Jones project has moved up," Catra blurts, stepping back from Adora's cubicle before she can do something she really shouldn't with this large of an audience.
"To when?" Adora challenges, abandoning her keyboard and turning her full body and attention to Catra.
"Tomorrow morning," she asserts, raising her voice just slightly. "I'll need your full report on my desk by the end of today."
"The end of the day?!" Adora startles, her eyes widening prettily. "I can't possibly get that done in time, it'll take all night!"
"Then I guess you'll be working late," Catra says simply, one eyebrow quirking up. "Maybe if you hadn't spent so long goofing off, it would have already been done."
Adora looks at her helplessly, deflating into her chair in defeat. "I was only given it three days ago."
"That's not my problem," Catra shrugs simply. "Figure it out and get it done."
Adora's report meets her desk fully completed several hours before midnight, and many hours after the rest of the department clocked out and went home for the day.
It's formatted perfectly, exactly as Catra demanded it be, and she even fixed the issue with footnotes that her last report had.
Catra leafs through it, doing her best to read the content and digest it. The project deadline had moved up—but only to the end of next week. Which was a good thing, because no matter how many times she reads the same sentence, the words still swim before her meaninglessly.
Fingers tickle up her calf like ghosts, drawing the minuscule amount of focus she has left after such a long work day far away from thoughts of the Jones project and how to best conduct next week's client meeting. When the fingers reach her bare knees they're joined with feather-light kisses, the brushes of lips just as soft as the breaths that blow onto her skin and rustle her leg hair.
Deft hands slip under the edges of her appropriately long office skirt, thumbs pushing the hem of it up her thighs at an agonizing pace. Kisses begin to follow her hands, the soft brushes increasing to pressurized sucking, and when an elbow draws her knees apart and teeth scrape her inner thigh, Catra has to bite her own lip to keep from audibly keening. Heat rushes to her center at the attention, flooding her with shaking anticipation.
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