Though they're both only exploring, clumsy with inexperience, the two of them stumble into synch somehow -- maybe because that's just how they are, Adora and Catra. The same way they move in tandem during training, the same way they've got each other mapped out from the tops of their heads to their toes; it's so easy, so natural, to tailor the path of her tongue around Catra's own, to commit each little noise that she makes to memory.

She really does like kissing her, Adora decides. She likes it a lot. She likes how clearly she can hear Catra's hums and gasps, can feel them on her tongue, so much more present and tangible than the monotonic whirring of machines all around them. With their eyes closed, their breaths mingling together, the wet heat of their mouths melting into one, it's a brand new kind of close-- completely engulfing the two of them and shutting the rest of the world out.

"This is-- good," she mumbles when they next break for breath, voice thick and sticky in her throat, her face warm all the way to her ears. Eloquence doesn't come easy to her in situations like this, clearly, but Adora makes up for it in earnestness, pressing light kisses all across the curve of Catra's lips as her chest heaves with expectation. "Teach me more?"