Garnet groans through tight lips, but it comes from so deep in her throat that it doesn't make a difference. With Pearl's added pressure, she leans back, and it doesn't take much before her back is against the sink; it's always been impossible to stretch out in their tiny, closet bathroom.

One of Garnet's hands fist around the shirt, as the other takes hold of the sink for support. Pearl is so small ontop of her, yet able to exert such control and strength against her. Garnet has always had difficulty giving in, being the one taken care of. Sometimes it's easy.

Even if she never completely gives up. She lifts her legs slightly, to buck Pearl over her lap playfully, even if further arching her back to press more against Pearl's touches and kisses. "Is this my reward for earlier?"