The cool air digs pinpricks into her raw, bared skin, and Pearl exhales in a shaky hiss. Her hips twitch, press together-- and oh, the inside of her thighs is a sticky damp mess. There's no doubt Garnet will be able to feel it, too, and anxiety flutters up to Pearl's throat like a caged bird.

Is this okay? Will Garnet allow it?

She doesn't have time to dwell on these worries for long, though, because soon Garnet's hand comes clapping down like thunder against her skin -- Pearl jerks forward again, her moan louder and higher this time. It hurts so much better, nothing to dull the sensation.

Before her body can settle, that hand moves once more, and Pearl's trepidation isn't nearly strong enough to keep her from bucking into it. Garnet's breath is warm in her ear, she's so close, she's sure she can hear and see and feel everything. Every hitch in her breath, every shiver down her spine, every roll of her hips--

Pearl bites the side of her wrist, and tries to keep herself together.