Garnet leans back against the couch with each kiss and brush of lips. One hand sinks up into Pearl's hair, the other still squeezing at the soft skin of her thigh. She breathes in and out in little, quick breaths, as she does when she's trying very hard to act against something she wants.

"It's going to get cold." A short giggle leaves her throat; sometimes Pearl's kisses tickle. "I also brought sweet sticky rice."