The shift of Melog's weight, as uncomfortable as it is (--they do not care what parts of Catra they step on as they transfer themselves onto Adora, and Catra gives an ungraceful grunt when their pseudo-paw presses her shoulder into the dirt), at least leaves Catra free to move. And though she's indignant at having been clambered over, that playful twitching of Catra's tail becomes eager sweeps across the grass as she rolls to one side to watch her girlfriend suffer Melog's affection. Adora's laugh still makes her stomach flutter pleasantly and her heart lift, even now; and Catra's coming to expect that it always will. Just the same as Adora's giggles and grin continue to urge small, sweet smiles from her -- and Catra realizes she's doing it again, that she's got that sappy soft feeling and it's probably showing all over her face, and she quickly looks away.

Melog just nuzzles Adora's face with a loud purr.

"What, this spot's not good enough?" Teasing still comes easily, but the pleading eyes when she glances back do it. As if Catra was ever going to say no anyway, even though her legs ache in protest when she stretches them and flexes her bare feet. "Fine, but I'm not carrying you back if you can't make it."