"I'm not shy, I wanna be sure I'm doing this right," Adora protests, with enough conviction in her voice to erode her sheepishness. She'll ease into it soon enough, no doubt -- she's always been a quick learner -- but right now this is so new, and different, and sending jitters up from her fingertips to elbow.

And she doesn't want to disappoint Catra, when she needs her.

"Gimme a minute to just..."

With a swallow, Adora stretches her fingers out, rubbing over that same spot at Catra's center. "Here? That's where it feels good? Is it better if I do it gentle, or..."

She strokes against her, lightly at first, then firmer; her fingers press as far as they can against the barrier of underwear, which isn't very far at all, and Adora's lips tug into a frown. Catra's heat taunts her through the fabric, so close, yet still not hers to claim.

"Would--" The question rises to her throat before she can think better of it, and embarrassment catches up a moment later, dyeing her cheeks and thinning her voice. "Would inside be better...?"