"Like Black Belt Barbie better than the Princess version," Kate manages just before the punch glances off the shoulder she turned into it. It hurts like a mother but she ignores it as easily. "Don't feel so bad for leaving bruises." There's a hint of a smirk there, because there's leaving bruises and leaving bruises. They're not usually aggressive with each other in bed, but sometimes...

Kate shakes her head to clear the thought, to clear the memories of Phoebe's skin soft under her hands and nights curled up with her and Lilo. It's too close to the core of what's got her riled, though, and it won't fucking stay where she puts it.