Adora watches Catra twist underneath her, understanding at the very least that she needs to give her more, but unsure as to how. She tries to move in tandem, help find that sweet spot, that right angle -- and for a moment Catra whimpers and shivers so prettily that she thinks she's got it, but no, it's still not enough.

She can still give Catra more.

"Yeah, I do," Adora answers without a moment's hesitation, so eager and breathless that her voice squeaks a bit. Any hint of her earlier teasing has by now gone up in smoke, sealed for good by the whine that runs up her throat at Catra's demonstration. The contact makes her instantly, irrevocably aware of just how hot she is between her thighs, how the dampened fabric (with sweat, or something more--?) clings to her skin, and how Catra must be able to feel it now, too.

Her gaze flickers downwards, the eye contact crumbling under the sudden tidal wave of embarrassment and arousal. But nonetheless Adora murmurs, "Okay," and plants her hand over Catra's soft stomach before inching down, down, beneath the edge of her bunched-up leotard and over the fabric of her underwear.

Ah... she's hot there, too. Adora has to swallow as she rubs her fingers down to Catra's very center, then back up, timidly meeting her eyes again. "Um, how's this?"