"Oh," Pearl squeaks, her heart caught in an upwards whirlpool that nearly lodges it inside her throat. She lets out a high-pitched, stammered laugh, and her eyes dart wildly between Garnet's face and lap. "Yes, aha, I could've guessed that, couldn't I?"
And, okay, she really needs to shut up now. Her nervous babbling has never done any good, and in this particular scenario it might be even worse. "Sorry," she mumbles, before swallowing hard enough to stretch out her neck and roll back her shoulders.
Clunkily, she moves into the requested position, planting her elbows on the sofa and her face in her forearms. Garnet's lap is warm and soft -- she's rested on it many times before, when reading or watching a movie or sometimes just to nap on a Sunday afternoon, but never... not like this.
Embarrassment prickles at Pearl's ears, suddenly all too aware of every part of her body, the way the weight in her stomach rolls and shifts.
With a sharp inhale and her eyes squeezed shut, she braces herself for her punishment.
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And, okay, she really needs to shut up now. Her nervous babbling has never done any good, and in this particular scenario it might be even worse. "Sorry," she mumbles, before swallowing hard enough to stretch out her neck and roll back her shoulders.
Clunkily, she moves into the requested position, planting her elbows on the sofa and her face in her forearms. Garnet's lap is warm and soft -- she's rested on it many times before, when reading or watching a movie or sometimes just to nap on a Sunday afternoon, but never... not like this.
Embarrassment prickles at Pearl's ears, suddenly all too aware of every part of her body, the way the weight in her stomach rolls and shifts.
With a sharp inhale and her eyes squeezed shut, she braces herself for her punishment.