"Okay," Adora answers, because she's on her elbows on the ground on top of Catra right now, chest pressed to chest and their faces are so close, and really, she can't think to do anything but agree. No matter what Catra had said.

(There's no need to keep teasing, besides. She has her.)

Her thumb reaches to brush drops of water off Catra's cute button nose, trailing into a caress across her cheek. "Can I kiss it better?"