The laugh leaves Catra's lips before she can stop it, and lingers in her smile even after she cuts it off. Her tail still swishes happily as she rises onto her toes the bit needed to cover the difference in height, using her hand on Adora's waist to keep balance.

It's a kiss Adora gets, though only through technicality. Catra's lips press against the lower of Adora's only; brushing against it gently as hers part to suck on that purple stain, her teeth holding Adora's lip carefully in place so her tongue can swipe across the sweet-tart taste in languid strokes, back and forth, and press against it with teasing flexes of her tongue.

Catra does not lower back to the flats of her feet as she pulls back, licking the taste from her own lips, glints of fang slipping through. If Adora doesn't make the next move, she probably will.