Pearl lets out soft, short moans as Garnet begins working her way up tender skin, the touch stinging before soothing. It takes her a bit, but she soon finds herself relaxing into it, her moans melting into warm sighs. Garnet is good with her hands, and she can read her body like a map.

Exhaustion and pleasure knit together to drape over her like a blanket, and for a second she may well have been in danger of dozing off, were it not for Garnet's voice to stir her back awake.

There's a beat, and then Pearl blurts out a guffaw. "It's a little embarrassing when you say it to my behind," she says, her upper back curving so she can see Garnet's face, "but I love you too, Garnet."

Her smile looks a little funny, cheek squished up against her forearm; it's palpably sincere, though, laced with warm laughter. But then Pearl hesitates, and a sheepish little line forms between her eyebrows as her lips, just faintly, thin.

"... I didn't weird you out, did I?"