The way Pearl's voice sounded just now, it's unmissable. "You're close." She can feel how sensitive and bare her own arm is from contact with the carpet, she can only imagine what Pearl's feeling, every time her hips move her against it. Every time her fingers move in and out of Pearl, the dripping wetness of her, the sounds it makes; Garnet isn't even sure how many fingers she has inside her. "I can always tell."

She grinds and pushes in a little harder, the strain of her own muscles pulling out a gruff moan from her lips. "Well?" Teeth snag against Pearl's shoulder, she lets her arm give a little and lets more of her weight onto Pearl. "Do you think you deserve to?"