Pearl whimpers as Garnet's fingers thrust out of her, and god, they're wet when she hits her again. Her chest feels like it might burst. Her body aches for the contact, instantly mourning its loss -- yet at the same time she hungers for punishment, her nerves standing on edge in anticipation of what Garnet will do next.

"Yes," she answers, coming out surprisingly crisp for the way her voice wavers. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Pearl rises to her feet, then tucks her knees beneath her to sit on the carpeted floor. (Her damp thighs press together in the process, sending a flicker of heat from abdomen to throat, released in a gasp.)

She looks up at Garnet with wide, eager eyes, and waits.