Adora lets out a faint yelp as Catra's hand connects with her chest -- but her startle thaws into realization as the shove pauses halfway, instead softening into something dangerously close to a caress. She can't quite tell how deliberate that was, but just in case Catra were to try and pull her hand away, Adora covers the back of it with her own palm, to pin it steady in place.

Underneath their joint hands, she can feel her heart pounding, faster than it did even during their race. She wonders if Catra can feel it, too, and the thought quickens her heart's pace even further.

The sweep of fur against her leg has her toes curling, and she shifts on top of Catra to escape her tail's reach, knees tightening around her stomach with the motion. Between Catra's husky voice and low-lidded eyes, it's hard not to guess exactly what she's thinking, which is-- well-- good, but also makes the reveal a lot less seductive than Adora had planned out in her head.

"No, uh-- I think you've pretty much got it," she admits sheepishly, grin slanting sideways as her cheeks rapidly gain color. "This was the plan."

And, just to drive it home, she leans down and touches her lips to Catra's cheek, the way she did the night before. She likes this, she's decided. She's going to do it lots more.