"Touching you, silly," Pearl coos, and her teeth tug playfully at nipple. She smooths her hand down sculpted chest to firm stomach, sighing her contentment. Garnet's really kind of perfect. "Getting to look at you... hearing the noises you make."

It's not long, however, before the urge to touch more bubbles up in her abdomen, and her position becomes restricting -- straddling Garnet's lap as she is, there's too much of her out of Pearl's reach.

So with one more sweet, biting kiss to her breast, she picks herself up and kneels down onto the floor. Slender fingers take hold of Garnet's sides, keeping her steady, and Pearl leans forward to press lips over belly button.