Catra's open-mouthed grin quirks back up, fangs flashing, and she moves both hands to Adora's shoulders to press her palms and dig her fingers in, broadcasting her intention to flip their position. Somewhere along the line, she'd stopped having to keep herself up, and once again is flat on her back against the metal sheeting of the roof. She doesn't mind, it's just that Adora's kind of useless on the top, and Catra wants to be doing a lot more than just kissing her.

"Aw, Adora. You need a minute?" Catra asks with false sympathy, ignoring the question as her tail snakes pleased and playful. Her ears are pricked happily, eyes all but sparkling. Those were great noises Adora made, but it's the red of her face and her ridiculous wheezing that's got Catra this way. She's absolutely going to tease her about it, mocking her as she pushes her hands and begins to roll them over. "How about I go ahead, and you can catch up whenever you're ready."