The downgrade to single-ear petting does wonders for Catra's brainpower. She can think enough to stop Adora from moving away after that second kiss, and hold her in place long enough for Catra to turn her head to press their lips together with an approving stroke of her fingers through Adora's hair. The kiss isn't much more than a warm pressure, but it's still nice. It's just what Catra wanted, as Adora's fingers press into and disrupt her fur. It feels good, to have the softness of Adora's lips to pair with her touch. Feels right.

"Do it better," Catra complains anyway, rolling her hips down to press her stomach into Adora's hand. There's nothing wrong with it, just having Adora's hand there sends a lazy thread of heat to gather low between Catra's legs, but she's given Adora permission to do whatever. "Do you have to be so slow?"