This would be a totally inappropriate time to crow about her victory, especially since Catra doesn't really have enough knowledge to be teaching anything. Catra's gonna do it anyway.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to get enough of it," she boasts. And neither can Catra, her heart leaping in excitement as Adora's hands settle on her chest and squeeze. It's all that she needs to feel a pulse of heat between her legs, and ugh, she wishes Adora hadn't gone up onto her knees instead of sitting low on Catra's hips. Still, her smirk widens when she drags her thumbs up again. This time, there are noticeably hardened bumps beneath Adora's clothes; and Catra shifts both of her hands so that she can rub them between the sides of her thumbs and forefingers, almost the same as the night before. "You have no idea how long I've been trying to get you to do this stuff."