"No," Adora answers lightly, Catra's complaints rolling off her like water off a duck's back. It's hard to take them to heart, with her laid out so open and inviting in front of her. "I can do anything you'd like."

She picks up her pace a bit, touch growing bolder; a long stroke of fingers all the way up to the edge of her ribs, followed by two shorter scritches down, back to the base of her tummy. She can feel Catra's taut muscles underneath as she moves, the quiver that runs through them with her purr. It's tantalizing.

And she repeats the motion.

"You like that, kitty?"