"Great," Catra purrs, trying to not let the pleasant tingle of Adora's tongue distract her. She takes her time, brushing her thumb across that lip, before leaning in close enough to kiss her. Except she keeps her thumb there, using it as a barrier between them.

"We'll finish setting up." Is what she breathes against her own nail. Smugness wins out over everything else, her tail curling to brush against Adora's leg before Catra pushes herself back up, radiating satisfaction. "Don't take too long getting more, or we'll eat all the fish without you."