The soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains of their small home in Bright Moon. Catra stirred, her ears twitching slightly as the warmth of Adora’s arm wrapped around her waist. She sighed, a content smile playing on her lips.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Adora murmured sleepily, her voice low and tender as she nuzzled into Catra’s hair.

Catra rolled her eyes but didn’t move away, her tail flicking lazily behind her. “You’re so clingy,” she teased, though her voice lacked any real edge.

“You love it,” Adora replied, pressing a kiss to the back of Catra’s neck.

And she did. For all the battles they’d fought, for all the pain they’d endured, waking up like this—safe, loved, and at peace—was everything Catra had secretly dreamed of.

Their small home was modest but cozy, filled with mismatched furniture, books, and trinkets they’d collected on their travels. It was theirs, and that was all that mattered.

“Do we have to get up?” Catra mumbled, her voice soft.

“Not yet,” Adora said, holding her a little tighter. “Let’s just stay like this a little longer.”

Catra closed her eyes and let herself relax into Adora’s arms. For the first time in forever, there was no war to fight, no mission to complete—just the quiet, perfect peace of being together.