At this distance, as they are, Garnet can take so much more of Pearl in. Every shudder of her body, and the way her shoulders and face are flushing. Somewhere in the back of her mind Garnet thinks she should feel terrible for this, but really she finds Pearl beautiful. It's hard not to.

Garnet lets her eyes focus on Pearl's chest, and brings her other foot forward, leaning on the couch seat with her arms for balance, and slips it under the hem of Pearl's light shirt. The rough pads of her feet touch silky soft skin, and her toes tickle against it. She moves it up, the shirt moving with it and pooling around her ankle, revealing more and more of Pearl's skin. She presses the ball of her foot against Pearl's nipple, twisting it ontop of it, toes curling in and out and brushing against hardened skin.

Working with both feet, she presses them and moves them against Pearl, biting her lip and rolling her head to the side.