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When Pearl told Garnet to give her three days to herself so she could focus on her studies, Garnet quietly agreed. But that was five days ago and Pearl hasn't responded to any messages in the last couple of days. Which to Garnet says she's probably caught up in more assignments and tests and forgotten it's already been five days and she should take breaks. Garnet was worried at the third day mark already, but she always gives Pearl some time before she steps in. Pearl needs that extra time sometimes, and it gets harder the more worried Garnet feels.

So Garnet decides, finally, that she needs to take matters into her own hands and save Pearl from herself. She prepares a thermos of tea, stuffs a blanket in her bag and goes by Pearl's favorite Thai place and picks up pad tai with tofu, some curry for herself and a sticky rice to share for dessert. She doesn't bother knocking or ringing the doorbell, she uses her own copy of the key to ente Pearl's apartment.

Garnet sets her things down on the table and goes to Pearl's room and opens the door. There, huddled at her desk in the dark, is Pearl, pouring over a book and typing into her laptop. She calmly, not too quietly so Pearl knows she's approaching, places her hand on her shoulder. "Pearl," she says quietly, more a question to get her attention.

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"Goodness, Garnet, finals aren't going to be the death of me," Pearl says with a faint chuckle, only to amend it the next moment: "Not in the literal sense, anyway."

Her arms move up to wrap around Garnet's shoulders, and she presses their bodies closer as she leans in for another kiss. Her slender frame sinks easily into Garnet's larger, sturdy one. "But if you insist... then I won't tell you no."

Her legs, too, loop around Garnet's back as she melts into the kiss, realizing more and more with every moment of contact just how much she's craved this. Like a dam collapsing piece by piece.

Garnet kisses back, each kiss with renewed enthusiasm. Her hands find their way to the top of Pearl's shoulders and run up and down her back as Pearl adjusts to wrap her legs around her. Then one of them moves down to her thighs, to run fingers along them. Her resolve is definitely waning, her original intent for coming over quickly being replaced.

"You should finish your food," she says, but she's not pulling away.

"Mm, yeah," Pearl hums against Garnet's lips, pulling away only to kiss at her jawline instead. "My food that you got for me," she mumbles into skin between nuzzles and pecks, drawing a slow path towards Garnet's ear, "because you're the best."

Garnet leans back against the couch with each kiss and brush of lips. One hand sinks up into Pearl's hair, the other still squeezing at the soft skin of her thigh. She breathes in and out in little, quick breaths, as she does when she's trying very hard to act against something she wants.

"It's going to get cold." A short giggle leaves her throat; sometimes Pearl's kisses tickle. "I also brought sweet sticky rice."

"I have a microwave, you know." Garnet's laugh just might be one of Pearl's favorite sounds in the whole world, and she nuzzles her mouth back and forth across the spot that elicited it, just between her ear and throat.

"I loooove you," she coos, and alongside the playful curling of her voice there is honest, unadulterated warmth.

Her giggles grow louder the more Pearl kisses and she covers her mouth to stifle them. It really has been far too long. "Do you even have the energy right now?" And she waits for just a moment for Pearl to respond, only to quickly interrupt her with her fingers tickling mercilessly at Pearl's sides.

Pearl's about to say something endearingly silly, like how just looking at Garnet is enough to reenergize her, but she's only able to get the first two words out before being interrupted by a burst of her own laughter. She jolts in Garnet's hold, voice squeaky and high-pitched between giggles-- "Garnet! No, quit it!"

Edited 2015-07-17 03:17 (UTC)

"Quit what?" Garnet teases calmly as she continues to dance her fingers up and down Pearl's sides.

It's only a matter of seconds before Pearl is rendered a squirming, giggling mess -- trying to escape Garnet's grip is meaningless even when she's in full control of herself, and with her bones turned to jello beneath those agile fingertips, she doesn't stand the slightest of chances. She has little choice left but cling to her harder, thighs clamping down around Garnet's waist, nails raking down the back of her shirt.

"You are being--" she wheezes-- "s-so mean!"

Garnet is full on laughing now. It's impossible not to with how Pearl squirms and laughs and twists in her hands. She gasps a little from the squeeze of Pearl's legs, and this time she moves one of her hands to Pearl's neck, where she knows she's the most ticklish.

It's completely different from the sight she was greeted with, a solemn Pearl reading in the darkness. Pearl's breathless laughter is intoxicatingly comforting.

But even she's getting out of breath, and she instead wraps her arms around Pearl. Their faces are so close she feels Pearl's breath every time she laughs. "But just a few minutes ago you said I was the best."

Pearl's whole body tenses at the feeling of fingertips at her nape, and she lets out a sharp whine of distress between increasingly frantic giggles, face digging hard against the side Garnet's neck.

She's all too grateful that it only lasts a few moments more before letting up, sagging against her tormentor with the bonelessness of a sack of flour. Her breathing comes out in throaty wheezes, little shivers running up and down her back still. The back of her neck especially tingles. As torturous as that particular contact was, it served a startling reminder of how much she'd missed having Garnet's hands on her.

"Th-the meanest," she mumbles against her, voice raspy and cheeks flushed. Then Pearl tilts her head slightly, pressing her lips over Garnet's pulse point.

Having Pearl this close, her body shaking against hers with every laugh, Garnet can't contain the smile on her cheeks and she wouldn't want to. Her own body prickles and she breathes long breaths to catch up, feeling her heartbeat in her ears.

She has Pearl on her lap and wrapped around her and Pearl's laughing and teasing and Garnet would want to have Pearl be this way as long as possible. She tilts her head back instinctively at the press of Pearl's lips to her neck, feeling the blood rush to her head.

"I'm sorry I'm the worst," but her tone is playful, rather than an actual apology, of course. "You deserve better." She rubs her fingers against Pearl's back, massaging at tense muscles, stopping especially when she feels a tight knot. Pearl really should watch her posture.

Edited 2015-07-20 10:40 (UTC)

Pearl jumps a little at the initial touch, expecting another attack -- but her body relaxes with a sigh of relief once the contact proves much kinder.

"Ah- that's nice." Like a switch that's been flipped, her expression instantaneously melts into a droopy, heavy-lidded smile. "Could you keep doing that?"

Garnet doesn't have to look at Pearl's face to know what expression she must be making, given how her body melts against hers. Her only response is her hands focusing more on Pearl's back, fingers rubbing against taut muscles. She starts at the back of Pearl's neck, kneading against her, and then slowly works her hands down her spine.

It's nice to feel Pearl relax like this, but she knows she can do better. "Lie down on your stomach for me."

"Ah, mnn--"

Pearl can't quite block the noises rising from her throat at the sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure. God, her muscles feel like rocks beneath Garnet's fingertips. She hadn't even realized the state her back is in, though staying slouched in front of the computer for as long as she has, that's really only to be expected.

Pearl would scold herself for this severe oversight in self-discipline and care, but in all honesty -- with this being the turnout, she can't bring herself to regret it.

"Okay," she answers without missing a beat. With the promise of Garnet's firm, skillful fingers kneading away at her aching muscles, she'd likely consent to just about anything. Pearl does catch herself the next moment, though, qualifying her agreement: "But I'm trusting you. No funny business."

Her nose crinkles in a very intimidating pout, and she leans in to peck Garnet's lips before doing as she was instructed.

Garnet makes no such promise even at Pearl's request, though her soft smile would suggest she will take it seriously.

She steps off the couch to let Pearl lay down, and once she's ready, this time she starts at Pearl's waist. From this position she can apply pressure better, pushing hard against knots with her fingertips, soothing and smoothing at Pearl's skin with the flat of her other hand. She pushes Pearl's sweater up her back slowly as she takes care to massage every muscle.

"What's the rule? Take a break every thirty minutes to stretch." She doesn't let Pearl retort as she balls her hands into fists and starts softly pounding down Pearl's back, the last step in the process. She's cut it a little quick this time, Pearl needs to get back to eating and then resting.

Once she gets to the end of Pearl's back, she opens her hands to softly slap each buttcheek, signifying she's done.

In this position, the sensation is intensified threefold -- and so are Pearl's reactions. She shifts against the sofa, her back arching and curling with the movements of Garnet's hand as if she were a larger domestic cat. Between her moans and rumbling whines of delight, she may as well start purring at any given moment.

"I know," she goes to answer, voice taking on a nasal, haughty note. "I just-- hnn!" All right, maybe Garnet doesn't want to argue. But for once Pearl doesn't mind being shut up even one bit, if that's how she's going to go about it. She sinks back into the sofa, eyes drifting to a close as she lets herself get lost in the sensation. Her every muscle sings out in sweet, precious relief like a choir of angels, and in one blissfully irrational moment she's ready to swear to never take care of herself again.

Which is rather rudely interrupted with a pair of slaps to her behind. "Garnet!" she blurts out with a stunned guffaw, trailing off into smaller giggles of embarrassment. Pearl rolls onto her back, not minding that her sweater's pushed all the way up her ribcage as she holds out both arms. Her cheeks are flushed, grin lopsided -- just a little bit goofy.

"C'mere."

Garnet chuckles to herself at Pearl's reaction; just what she was hoping for. When Pearl turns around, her sweater is hitched up and her hair is all mussed again, but the way Pearl smiles at her, Garnet feels that lump catch in her throat, and she has to take a deep breath to combat it. "Feel better?"

She lets her weight ontop of Pearl, wrapping her arms around her slender waist as she does so. She rests her head in the crook of Pearl's neck. "Love you," she whispers against it.

"Oh, so much better," Pearl sighs out, arms reassuming their hold around Garnet. "Goodness, it was amazing. You could make a living doing that. But don't really, because I want you all to myself." Her legs wrap around Garnet's back, too, and a hum of contentment reverberates through her throat as she presses her close with all four limbs. Pearl's not usually quite this unrestrained with her affection, but this particular combination of exhaustion and endorphins loosens both her muscles and tongue, rendering her a gooey, giggly mess. Maybe it'll occur to her to feel embarrassed later, but for now, it's just nice.

"I love you, too." Pearl kisses the top of Garnet's head, then adds with a laugh: "I'd go as far as to say you've re-earned your title of 'the best'."

Edited 2015-07-20 16:59 (UTC)

Garnet hums through her smile when she feels Pearl wrap around her. Pearl's limbs are so thin, yet surprisingly strong and flexible. Pearl isn't usually this cuddly, then again Garnet isn't always either, but the separation and the reunion seems to have them unwilling to let the other go.

Like this, held tightly against Pearl, her scent surrounding her, the warmth of her legs around her, her earlier tasks are almost entirely forgotten. She begins placing soft, lazy kisses against Pearl's neck, following a trail from one side to the other. "Of course I am," she responds, lips brushing against warm skin.

Pearl angles her head this way and that, to accommodate Garnet's mouth wherever it travels. Her eyelashes flutter in a warm, sleepy haze, lips parting around a soft sigh. She brushes her fingers through the thick of her hair, grazing loose shapes against scalp with the tips of her nails.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

Garnet knows Pearl means those words in a casual way. But she also knows Pearl enough to be aware of the truth behind them sometimes.

Garnet lifts herself onto her elbows so her face hovers above Pearl's. She cups Pearl's face with her hands, makes sure to catch her eyes. She purses her lips, tongue rolling against her teeth as she considers what the right answer is, what words convey what Pearl means to her and how much they do, in fact, deserve each other.

She brushes at the wisps of hair that have mussed around Pearl's face with her thumbs. "Everything," she responds, finally.

Pearl blinks widened eyes up at Garnet, unsure as to what triggered this shift, the sudden intensity behind her gaze. Even without understanding, she can feel heat creep to her cheeks at the tender brush of fingertips.

And then Garnet speaks, and that single word makes the heat flare up so sharply that Pearl's convinced she's letting out steam. She was only joking, but when Garnet says things like that, looking at her like that, touching her like that, Pearl can feel her reach into her very chest and just-- God, she doesn't know. Release an en entire swarm of butterflies.

The first response she can think of is to cover her burning face with her hands. "Garnet, you're embarrassing me," she manages with a laugh from behind them, though the way her voice shakes is altogether too telling.

"Good." This really is exactly what Garnet wanted. She feels practically giddy right now, Pearl's laugh contagious once more. Her skin feels like it's buzzing wherever it comes into contact with Pearl, and Pearl's bare skin against hers (since her own shirt has rolled up by now with all this movement) sends little shocks throughout her nerves. It's really been too long.

"Pearl." Garnet places a kiss on the back of each of Pearl's hands. "Come out come out." Her voice is sing-songy, as if playing a game made for children. "Your food's definitely going to be cold now."

Edited 2015-07-20 20:39 (UTC)

Pearl's laugh grows into a high, girlish giggle, and she lets out one tiny sniff before peeking out at Garnet through her fingers, smile pushing up the corners of her eyes. She has no idea how she can even make her feel so much at once -- it makes her a little lightheaded, even, but in the best of ways.

Everything... A tiny sliver of teeth might be visible through the gap between her hands as her smile grows wider still.

"Are you gonna feed me again?" There's an almost childlike drawl to her voice, eyes sparkling with eagerness -- and oh, she's acting spoiled rotten, she knows, but Pearl can't quite help herself.

She gets the feeling Garnet will let her.