"Stop being so dramatic! I don't hate you, you just stink!"

This isn't fair. Catra's got four sets of extremely sharp claws, and Adora's got nothing to retaliate with, her hands full just trying to keep her in place. If she doesn't find a way to turn the tables--

Wait, Adora realizes, a moment of clarity among the screaming and chaos: she does have something to retaliate with.

Steeling herself with a quick breath, she cranes her neck, and purposefully nuzzles her face into Catra's sensitive stomach.