Oh man, Adora's saying not there and here Catra is, ready to give it another shot now that she's settling into the abundance of sensitivity. That surprised moan that had come from Adora was just -- amazing, had shot all the way through Catra, and if Adora hadn't jerked her head away she would've pressed down harder for more.

She laughs anyway, hoarse and breathy, because Adora's so dumb but Catra agrees. Mouths really are something else.

"What, that?" She actually has to rack her brain for it as she licks her lips off again, breathing heavier, and it's hard because not only do people talk about this less than other things - like doing this is something that's expected to happen alongside everything else - but because the movement of Adora's chest rising up against hers as she gasps for air is really distracting. "That's, uh. 'Getting it on'." she's pretty sure, anyway. That's what the soldiers jibe when they catch each-other doing it. "And - you know, kissing."

She nudges at Adora's head again, turning her face back up towards her. Not that Catra is eager or anything, but -- she's pretty eager, even though neither of them have caught their breath yet. It just. Feels so great, and Catra wants to keep chasing that.

"Wanna do it some more?"