There's a fluttering in her chest as Garnet's hand presses over her jaw, and Pearl swallows, tipping her head up with the motion. Kissing is still alien territory to her, and though the thought crosses her mind frequently -- perhaps more than she'd like to admit -- she's never sure when, where, or how to initiate it. It's reassuring to have Garnet take the lead like this.
Leading. Garnet's always been very good at that. And Pearl likes to think that at the very least, she's good at following her cue. She laces their fingers together as their mouths touch, squeezing Garnet's hand lightly in her own. Lips graze together with a tilt of her head, and she can feel warm breath against her skin -- it seems to spread from the point of contact, until it's heating up her whole face.
She's sure she's bright red when Garnet pulls back to look at her, and yet Pearl finds that she can't bring herself to really mind.
"You were really cool," she murmurs, simple and girlish -- a rare instance of sounding her age. Returning the affection, she presses a small kiss of her own to Garnet's lips. "I'll have to seriously hone my Dance Revolution skills if I want to have any chance of beating you."
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Leading. Garnet's always been very good at that. And Pearl likes to think that at the very least, she's good at following her cue. She laces their fingers together as their mouths touch, squeezing Garnet's hand lightly in her own. Lips graze together with a tilt of her head, and she can feel warm breath against her skin -- it seems to spread from the point of contact, until it's heating up her whole face.
She's sure she's bright red when Garnet pulls back to look at her, and yet Pearl finds that she can't bring herself to really mind.
"You were really cool," she murmurs, simple and girlish -- a rare instance of sounding her age. Returning the affection, she presses a small kiss of her own to Garnet's lips. "I'll have to seriously hone my Dance Revolution skills if I want to have any chance of beating you."