"Goodness, Garnet, finals aren't going to be the death of me," Pearl says with a faint chuckle, only to amend it the next moment: "Not in the literal sense, anyway."

Her arms move up to wrap around Garnet's shoulders, and she presses their bodies closer as she leans in for another kiss. Her slender frame sinks easily into Garnet's larger, sturdy one. "But if you insist... then I won't tell you no."

Her legs, too, loop around Garnet's back as she melts into the kiss, realizing more and more with every moment of contact just how much she's craved this. Like a dam collapsing piece by piece.