With a chirp of approval, Pearl begins dragging the fabric up over Garnet's chest -- a good deal slower than is strictly necessary. It's downright tantalizing, the bare skin revealed inch by inch, stretching dark and smooth over perfect-sculpted muscle. The sight inspires nothing short of reverence in her, no matter how common it's become, and Pearl can't help leaning in to kiss at Garnet's chest with her shirt only halfway up her arms.

Her sigh melts into warm skin. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"

(She knows Garnet knows, but it's worth repeating all the same.)