"Then I accept," Pearl murmurs into denim, softly tracing her lips up along the seam. The fingers of her free hand close over Garnet's knee, cradling it; easing her legs further apart. Then they paint a butterfly-path upwards, towards the zip of her jeans, tugging it down with skillful ease. Peeling them away, however, is a different matter altogether -- with Garnet sitting down, she can get little further than exposing the fabric of her underwear.

It'll do, though. Pearl hums a kiss against it, feeling the faint hint of dampness seeping through. Her hand at Garnet's foot has loosened, but hasn't drawn back; and though her focus has shifted, she returns some attention to it, loosely hooking her fingers in the spaces between Garnet's toes. Her mouth seeks out the soft raise of her clit, and she pushes her tongue out against it, before pursing her lips to lightly suck.

"You liked it that much, huh?"