"We were in our sleepwear last time!" Adora shoots back, and yes, she's realizing now this is the big drawback to this brilliant plan-- they can talk all they want, but there's so much in the way. Part of her is nervous still, telling her she shouldn't push too far, but the all too vivid memory of Catra's fur over her bare skin is enough to drown it out.

It felt good, intimate in a way she never knew possible, and Adora just-- wants.

Adora keeps up with the wrestling for only a moment, yielding readily. Rather than struggle, she takes Catra's hands in her own, pulls her closer, links her fingers through hers.

"I really liked feeling you against me," she says, eyes bright with earnestness. "I miss it. Pretty please?"