Adora's eyes go wide, having expected a far more daunting caveat, and her smile slants and broadens with the slowly-settling realization that she's just been given permission. Oh man. "Okay. Yup. Yeah, that sounds fair to me."

Her eyes flick downwards, following the line of her own arm before it's obscured by the convergence of their bodies. She can feel the twitch of Catra's hips-- lifted, waiting, and Adora's thumb fidgets beneath the hem of underwear as she takes a deep breath. "So I'm just gonna... yeah. Here goes."

Narrating it doesn't actually do anything to ease the embarrassment, she doesn't think (her face is burning and her elbow shakes just the same), but Adora can't quite keep her mouth shut, her jitters swarming towards every possible outlet.

So she's babbling as she slides her hand up from between Catra's legs, slipping beneath her underwear to touch her directly, skin to skin. Even just pressing over her, shaping her palm over the mound, is enough to make her swallow.

"--Woah. You weren't kidding." It's. Yeah. It's sticky, the fur there warm and tacky and damp. Adora strokes down with two cautious fingers, taking the sensation in. "Is it always like that? 'cuz I mean, that'd probably be uncomfortable-- or not, I don't, I don't know."