Second by second, Garnet is starting to regret this punishment. She was sure Pearl would have pulled her mouth away in revulsion by now. But instead she's losing her grip on the couch, she's leaned back enough that her head touches the backrest, and Pearl has to grip onto her foot to try to hold back the shaking.

She's embarrassed, her cheeks feel hot and her brows knit together. She alternates between holding her breath, trying to control it, for it to then come out as desperate hisses between her taut lips.

No, she needs to regain control. This is about Pearl, not herself. Just Pearl.

"Enough!" It's a growl, as if born from her stomach and forced out her throat. She pulls her foot from Pearl's grasp, pulls the other away as well. She leans forward in the same movement, looming over Pearl, shoulders heaving with every breath. She looks down, Pearl's naked legs on the rug, shirt half-way pushed up, a string of drool coming down her chin. Garnet drops onto the floor on her knees, powerful arms reaching for Pearl and pulling her onto her thighs. She presses her lips to hers hungrily, frustration in every nip of Pearl's lips, and her hands clap down hard on Pearl's ass, squeezing, then pulling away, then again, and again.