As it turns out, Adora doesn't have it in her to just play it off. Catra's sharp, full-body flinch and the ringing silence that follows engulf Adora's face with itchy, awkward heat, and she swallows, scrambling for an apology. "I, uh-- I just thought..."

It's hard to find the words with Catra towering above her, hair strewn every which way and pupils round and dark like inky pools. Backlit by Etheria's web of moons, she's a striking, gorgeous, untameable thing, and Adora's tongue grows clumy and weighted and dumb the more she looks up at her.

And-- once she gets out of her own head enough to really take her in, she's able to pin down just what that look in those mismatched eyes means, even before Catra opens her mouth. So her fumbled apology, as luck would have it, was never even needed at all.

"Oh," falls from her mouth uselessly, once, then again as Catra's words affirm it: "Oh." Her face lights up in a giddy grin, quickly slanted by nerves, as her eyes dart between Catra's face and her chest.

"Well-- don't pull away, then," she says with a tiny, half-hearted huff, and this time wraps her arm fully around Catra as she leans back in-- kissing softly against her nipple first, before allowing her lips to part and drawing her tongue out over the rough, textured flesh.