Adora's breath catches in her throat as Catra draws nearer, heart thudding against her ribcage-- and finally, when the contact is made, she's left blinking dumbly. It's-- gentle, and chaste, and somehow it's never occurred to Adora you could put your mouth on someone else's mouth, and that's kind of nice? But at the same time, with all of Catra's caveats, she can't help but wonder: is that it? Is there a catch somewhere?

... Well, she'll be finding out in due time, no doubt. For now, Adora is content to follow Catra's lead, letting her own eyes drift to a close as she nuzzles their mouths together. Catra's lips are thin and chapped, but soft underneath, and Adora can feel her breath filter in-between them, glancing off her own lips. Warm, a little ticklish. Catch or no catch, she wouldn't mind doing this for a while longer.