Catra is, for a short moment there, undecided on whether to stop this. Adora is on the verge of tickling her, forcing her muscles to jump and tense under the stroking of her fingers, and it's kind of not horrible? She can feel her skin prickling and fur rising to press against the tight fabric, which is gross and sets her nose to wrinkling as she clenches her jaw; but the tingling skitters along into every part of her, teasing in every place her uniform rubs, and that's the bit that makes her flinching jerk against Adora's leg feel so good.

But Adora is teasing her, so Catra slaps her hands down hard and fast on hers to knock her away, face heating. That stupid grin and annoying mocking coo -- and calling her fuzzy. So she has fur, so what! It's not as big a deal as Adora makes it out to be!

"No way!" Her voice cracks into an indignant squeak on the objection, bristling as she grabs for Adora's hands to wrestle her. That's their usual way of settling things, and Adora's shirt is already up so it's not like Catra can get distracted and lose. "It isn't like you 'needed it' last time!"