Catra hears Adora's words, and Adora's yawn, and still kisses her again before the yawn becomes contagious and she has to pull away; turning her head soas not to yawn in Adora's face before flopping back into her pillow, blinking blearily at her. The tears are long since dried, and the laughter long since converted into the many kisses they'd pressed on each-other's lips, and she is exhausted but she's so exhilarated, still.

"Then go to sleep." There's fond exasperation in her murmur, and it's followed up with another kiss. Because Catra's learned in the last dozen of them that she likes to drag her lips languidly across Adora's; likes the softness and the tingling it leaves behind, and also because she doesn't want to stop. At least after this one she settles down, tugging at Adora's arms until they're comfortable around her, and shifting herself until she can curl into her again.

The purr's already back in her throat as she wraps her arms back around Adora, and -- another kiss, just one more, because Catra always wants more and this is no exception. Except this one lands more on the corner of Adora's lips, which makes it almost as good as a kiss to her cheek, and Catra doesn't know why that feels embarrassingly more affectionate than what she's already done.