Garnet closes her eyes and her head rolls farther back when she feels Pearl's hot, slender fingers press into her. Pearl's words make her ears throb, and her own fingers clutch at Pearl, digging into wet-warm skin. The warm bath engulfs her, Pearl's softness against her, her lips at such a sensitive point, Garnet feels as if every one of her muscles is jelly.

"I love you too, Pearl," she says, and she was sure it would come out more clear, but in her state, it's almost a mutter through pouted, tired lips.