Adora goes down with a yelped-out laugh, settling willingly with her back against the roof. As much as she enjoys teasing Catra, this -- Catra's weight on top of her, her grip on her wrists, the promise of showing her -- is thrilling on a whole different level. Somewhere deeper, hotter, burrowing under her skin and feeding into the hungry pulse between her legs.

"I do, I do," she answers, and through a trace of smugness still clings to her lips, her voice comes out gravelly, roughened by want. She arches her back, pushes her chest out with a deep inhale-- "Show me, please?"