The soft brush of fabric tickles against Garnet's skin as Pearl takes her time pulling off her shirt. Her vision is covered by the garment half-way pulled up her arms when she feels Pearl's lips against her chest. She takes another one of those sharp breaths that make her stomach twitch.

"I know," she responds, self-assured, but also with a breathy tone, that suggests it has an effect on her, Pearl saying those words. Her arms are tangled in her shirt, but otherwise she'd lower them to reach out to Pearl, which instead leaves her in a 'half-arms-up, tangled in her shirt' sort of state. She's not sure if she did something wrong but somehow she can't grab it right. "Pearl," she says calmly, though clearly giving in to how stuck she is.