Catra's stomach flutters all the way up into her throat, and there's an expectant pulse between her thighs when Adora shifts her knee.

"You did alright, I guess." Catra rolls her eyes, tugging Adora's wrists along the roof to hold them by her shoulders, keeping them pinned while she leans forward to hover over her; lowering herself so that the full length of their forearms press together, caging Adora in.

Adora's so -- nice to just look at sometimes, especially up close like this. Her eyes are the nicest, clearest blue-grey that Catra's ever seen; so different to the red, grey, green and brown of everything else. They're just about the only thing that hasn't changed as Adora's grown, even the softness of her face having given way to curved cheekbones and a sharpening jaw, and Catra's glad for it. The Fright Zone would be an endless drear without them to break it up.

"There's no blanket this time," she teases, her heart pounding so hard she's sure it might actually burst out of her chest. She's so close to Adora's lips again, tilting her head slightly in the opposite direction, lifting the edges of her mouth into a smirk to disguise how badly she's aching to kiss her again already. "Bet you can't keep quiet without it."