The shift in Catra is a tangible thing: a sharpening in her eyes, a steadying to her hands. Then she's on top of her, putting Adora's hands on her in ways Adora wouldn't have dared to, and rubbing into Adora's thighs just as she did the night before.

Just like the night before, Adora can't conceal her reaction, and she's sure that just like the night before, Catra can tell-- that she can hear her breath catch, feel the muscles in her thighs strain beneath her fingers. But more than just those fingers, she's hyper-aware of every place of contact between their bodies: of Catra's fur beneath her weakly-grasping hands, Catra's thighs rubbing her hips, Catra's breath washing over her ear when she leans in with a whisper--

And that inspires another shiver down to her toes, because apparently human ears can get sensitive like that, too. Okay. A thin whine threatens to escape from Adora's throat, but she swallows against it, determined not to break Catra's condition -- and definitely not the very moment it was issued.

She sucks in a mouthful of air large enough to fill her cheeks, and keeps her lips sealed, nodding vigorously. Yes. She'll be so quiet. She'll be the quietest person Catra's ever heard. Swear.