The muscles in Pearl's thighs tighten when, rather than pull away again, Garnet's fingers begin trailing down. Her tongue feels heavy and wet in her mouth, and she swallows hard, sucking it dry. It helps for maybe five seconds.

Garnet's rubbing against her, the zip of her fly pressing in just so beneath her thumb -- and god help her, Pearl's wet already, the throb between her legs strong enough for her to wonder if Garnet can feel it. Because Pearl can feel it all throughout her body, in her abdomen and in her chest and her fingertips.

She can't believe what this is doing to her.

"Yes," she whimpers, squirming beneath Garnet's touch already -- her body can't help wanting more, even if she knows she doesn't deserve it. But then, it matters little; Garnet is the one to decide. She's hers to do with as she pleases.

The thought makes Pearl shiver.

"Yes, please."

She doesn't even know what it is she's asking for. But whatever Garnet has to give her, she wants.