Adora doesn't even need to ask for it-- her hand on top of Catra's is all Catra needs to start touching her, and the sigh that shudders through Adora is equal parts grateful and thrilled. She sinks into her palms, feeling her body immediately respond, her nipples tingling as they strain under her clothes. That hot ball of tension is gathering at the pit of her stomach again, but now that Adora knows it, knows what's it like at its peak, she greets it with open arms.

Oh, man.

She really wants this.

Catra's breath, her voice -- wow, she did not know her voice could sound like that -- wash over her ear, making her shiver. Adora knows Catra's teasing, but she's unabashed in her reply anyway: "Yeah," she answers frankly, eyes bright. "I really, really liked it."

Her hands drop to Catra's own breasts, mirroring the squeeze--

"I want you to teach me more."