"I won't! Honest!" Adora's smile spreads wide and earnest, eyes sparkling with excitement. Whatever she wants. Oh, oh man. This is a great night.

Kissing Catra's cheek by way of thanks, she lets her freed hand snake between their bodies, slithering towards the hem of Catra's shirt again. And as she did before, Adora worms her fingers underneath the fabric, pressing them up into fur. But she's sure to keep her touch slow and measured, this time, true to her word.

"See? Nice and gentle, right?"

She presses another kiss to Catra's cheek-- closer to the corner of her mouth, now, her other hand ceaseless in lavishing affection upon her ear.