In this position, the sensation is intensified threefold -- and so are Pearl's reactions. She shifts against the sofa, her back arching and curling with the movements of Garnet's hand as if she were a larger domestic cat. Between her moans and rumbling whines of delight, she may as well start purring at any given moment.

"I know," she goes to answer, voice taking on a nasal, haughty note. "I just-- hnn!" All right, maybe Garnet doesn't want to argue. But for once Pearl doesn't mind being shut up even one bit, if that's how she's going to go about it. She sinks back into the sofa, eyes drifting to a close as she lets herself get lost in the sensation. Her every muscle sings out in sweet, precious relief like a choir of angels, and in one blissfully irrational moment she's ready to swear to never take care of herself again.

Which is rather rudely interrupted with a pair of slaps to her behind. "Garnet!" she blurts out with a stunned guffaw, trailing off into smaller giggles of embarrassment. Pearl rolls onto her back, not minding that her sweater's pushed all the way up her ribcage as she holds out both arms. Her cheeks are flushed, grin lopsided -- just a little bit goofy.

"C'mere."