You'd think she'd be past this already, but Catra's throat still dries, proximity and the kiss that was so casual - like Adora could almost do it any time, any place, without even thinking about it - digging in under her guard. Adora's way more likely to snag the zip on Catra's hair than Catra is, but right now with the warmth and weight of her arms around Catra's shoulders and the tingle she's left on her lips? Letting her do it seems like a really, really good idea.

"Hurry it up then," she urges immediately, rolling her eyes like she's doing Adora a favour by allowing this. Catra leans into her, as much as an excuse to be close as it is to wind her arms around her and slip her hands up the back of Adora's shirt, hiking it up already. It's almost like a hug, except it's decidedly not, and Catra tries to pretend that her heart isn't insistently thrumming to match the lightness in her stomach. "You're so slow, I could've had it off already."