Glitradora beach/gym date for a prompt?
"Come on, Catra," Glimmer pleads. "I promise it'll be worth it. Even if you end up all gross and sweaty I swear when you see her face..."
"Yesterday it was her body," Catra says distractedly. She's picking up the books Glimmer has scattered around the apartment, looking for her keys. "Today it's her face. Tomorrow it'll be her stunning personality."
"She does have a good personality--"
"Sparkles," Catra sounds exasparated, now. "I know you've been super into weightlifting and hot, buff women recently. Why isn't it enough that I support this hobby? Why must you try to bulk me up, too?"
"Because!" Glimmer protests. She doesn't quite know how to explain it--something in her screams that Catra and Adora, if they met, would be perfect for each other. And if there's one thing she wants it's both her girlfriends to be happy. So what if they're happy with each other, too? It's a win, all around. "Look, they also have a hot pilates class. What if I told you I'd take that with you if you took a weightlifting session with me?"
Catra's perked up. Her nose twitches, and that's how Glimmer knows she's won. She grins triumphantly, and, in her head, fist-bumps.
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Adora, when she sees Catra for the first time, drops a weight right next to her foot. She yelps more in surprise than in pain, and when she kneels down to get it, there's another hand there, long fingers, blood red nails. She stares.
Glimmer smirks from where she's been leaning against the entrance to the lifting area. Adora stammers her way through an introduction, and after she's gawped at Catra picking up the weight effortlessly and returning it to its rack, they both turn to look at Glimmer. Catra looks resigned to her fate (Glimmer's going to be telling her I told you so for at least the next month) and Adora looks hopelessly star-struck.
Glimmer pushes off the wall to join them, grinning. This is about to be good.
