Catra always knew that having Adora beneath her was going to be a thrill, and the experience doesn't disappoint. Catra's keenly aware of every shift of her body, every tremble of her thighs. She can feel Adora's fingers trembling, can hear every catch in her throat and struggled breath, and Catra wants with such an intensity it feels like she's burning from the inside out; a massive pull somewhere below her stomach that coils hot and demanding. She feels Adora's acquiescence more than sees it; the vigorous nod of her head right beside Catra's. And she, frankly, does not believe it for a second. In a different place, it would be hilarious. Catra's imagined it too many times; in their own private Force Captain accommodations, challenging Adora to keep her silence while Catra works across her with mouth and hands to draw out every noise. Once they've been promoted, once they have their own rooms -- she wants to know what Adora really sounds like.

But for now, this is what they've got, and Adora has to prove she can hold it in before they get too far; before Catra falls too deep into fantasies of their future to care what noises Adora makes in the shared room. This is something Catra's wanted to do for a long time anyway; wanted to drag her tongue along the expanse of Adora's neck, tasting her; wanted to find an indiscriminate place to scrape her sharp teeth against Adora's skin and hold in a bite that won't leave any mark.

All their training is good for one thing; it means Catra has the body strength to hold herself in this position for a little while longer, while one of her hands slides to press down against the crotch of Adora's shorts, curling to press but not yet slipping between her thighs. If she can't handle it, if she can't hold it in for even this much -- then Catra's just going to have to stuff something in her mouth. She is not stopping now.