Adora hums her thanks as Catra obliges, and swiftly reaches around to rub at her underarms before stroking down her waist, over her hips. She likes touching Catra -- doesn't dawdle too long, but doesn't mask her contentment either, faint noises of satisfaction floating up from the back of her throat each time Catra caves or twitches at her touch.

Having finally reached her stomach, Adora pats her way across a bit and, once satisfied, relaxes her arms and slouches against Catra in a loose hug from behind. The towel serves as a much-needed barrier between them, keeping Adora's soggy clothes from getting Catra wet all over again.

"There you go," she concludes, pleased, her fingertips humming with warmth. "Much better."

And then, quite abruptly, she sneezes.

"--Okay. Guess we better move this along before I catch something."