It’s better than she could have hoped for when Pearl closes the small gap between them, and Garnet tries hard to focus on the movement of her lips, to memorize just how nice this is. Here she is, in her room, with Pearl on top of her. It wasn’t too long ago that she was laying on this very bed, alone, trying without luck to banish such fantasies from her head. She could have never imagined Pearl would really be on top of her, happily kissing her.

But the hyper-attentive focus on her own lips makes it easy to pick up Pearl’s hesitation, and her heart sinks. Is that a frown? Was this too much too soon? Did she accidentally pressure her into something she wasn’t ready for?

Just when she feels like Pearl must be about to pull away, that she certainly crossed a line and ruined everything by initiating such very intimate contact, she’s hit with a new sensation altogether. Even just the hesitant touch of tongue to her lip is enough to set her whole body on fire. She hadn’t imagined Pearl would take such initiative here, and is so caught by surprise that she loses what little cool she’d still be hanging onto. The noise that escapes her throat is embarrassing, but she can stop it no less than she can stop her own tongue from immediately rushing to meet Pearl’s, her body rising encouragingly.