Pearl's whole body tenses at the feeling of fingertips at her nape, and she lets out a sharp whine of distress between increasingly frantic giggles, face digging hard against the side Garnet's neck.

She's all too grateful that it only lasts a few moments more before letting up, sagging against her tormentor with the bonelessness of a sack of flour. Her breathing comes out in throaty wheezes, little shivers running up and down her back still. The back of her neck especially tingles. As torturous as that particular contact was, it served a startling reminder of how much she'd missed having Garnet's hands on her.

"Th-the meanest," she mumbles against her, voice raspy and cheeks flushed. Then Pearl tilts her head slightly, pressing her lips over Garnet's pulse point.