Adora's smirk really needs to stop doing things to Catra. Especially since she knows it's a warning sign, because Adora being cooly smug is never a good thing, and she should really focus more on that and less on how great it would be for Adora to touch her.

It's only a bit of water but Catra yelps loudly and flinches back violently anyway, adrenaline surging and burying the protesting ache of her muscles. Her hand shoots out to grab Adora's wrist roughly and yank as Catra falls back, pulling Adora over herself like a defensive shell. If this were a battle and that were enemy fire, Adora would be being used as a meat shield right now.

"Don't do that," she snaps. The water hasn't yet sunk through the fine fur of her face, but she can feel it there and it's irritating, the weird uneven pressure almost tickling. Catra's eyes narrow at Adora, bushed tail flicking in warning against the sweet-smelling flowers. Don't ruin this, Adora.