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Garnet's fingers glisten with her wetness, and Pearl's heart thuds against her ribcage at the sight. Even the tips of her ears burn, and she looks away with a downwards jerk of her chin.

Just picturing herself in the demanded position makes Pearl's stomach swirl with heat, and she's notably graceless as she climbs off of Garnet's lap. Her eyes dart between her face and the floor, and Pearl shifts this way and that in the hopes of easing herself into the position. She couldn't just-- put herself up on display like that, not right in front of Garnet, and no amount of desperation could wipe away her self-consciousness.

It can smudge it a little, though, and at last she brings herseld to obey -- folding onto the carpet with her thighs pressed to calves, her side facing Garnet.

The fibres graze her cheek as she looks up at Garnet, waiting to see if it's earned her approval.

Garnet sits back and watches Pearl's awkward descent onto the carpet. She's hesitant, and rightfully uncomfortable, and the corner of Garent's lip perks ever so slightly.

Once Pearl has settled, and she meets her eyes, Garnet shakes her head slightly, like one would a child who gets something wrong and should know better. She doesn't move to touch her, not even an inch. "Extend your legs."

Pearl's back visibly tenses at the wordless rejection, and she swallows again before nodding, sliding one leg after the other from beneath her until her whole body's flat against the rug.

"Good." Garnet finally moves from her place, shifting closer to Pearl, kneeling at her side. She looks her over, the bruises she left on her neck, the pinkness of her skin where Garnet handled her with rough hands, the redness of her ass and thighs. Garnet has left her marks all over Pearl, and Pearl has enjoyed every single one. Even though that was not their purpose, Garnet quite enjoys the thought.

"Good," she repeats, as she brings her hands to Pearl's shoulders, wet fingers moving down Pearl's back, to her waist. "For your last punishment." There, she presses them more firmly, just slightly, to make her next order clear. "I want you to open your legs and move your hips against the carpet."

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The brush of fingertips shoots little shivers down Pearl's spine, and her back instinctively arches into the contact. Her tongue clings to the roof of her dry, dry mouth, and the whole of Pearl's body goes still as she listens for her next orders.

And remains just as still after she's received them.

"I..." Wide eyes blink slowly, three times in succession. "I-I don't think I understand."

Garnet doesn't feel deterred by Pearl's confusion. If anything, she's encouraged by it. She leans down, using Pearl as support, to whisper in her ear, "I'll show you."

Garnet leans over Pearl, reaching both hands down, under Pearl, running them down her body, until they reach her thighs. Each one takes hold, and opens Pearl's legs, letting them bend at the knee. The motion makes her hips turn out, shifting against the carpet. In the motion, she shifts and positions herself right behind and ontop of Pearl. "Like this."

Garnet brings her hands farther down, getting a good grip of her hips. "And you move." Instead of just her hands, Garnet moves her whole body against Pearl, her own hips pressing down on Pearl's ass, squeezing them as much as she can against the carpet.

Edited 2015-09-16 04:10 (UTC)

Pearl's throat snaps shut at the sound of Garnet's voice in her ear, sealing her breath within. She feels herself sink beneath her weight, heavy and warm against her back, pressing closed whatever bit of space had remained between her skin and the carpet.

Garnet's thighs close around her, the damp patch in her jeans rubbing the side of her hip -- as soon as the sensation registers, a spasm shoots down Pearl's spine. God, she really is a disaster, isn't she? Making a mess out of everything she touches. Now the carpet, too, already she's staining it with her arousal and sweat.

Yet despite the shame seizing hold of her skin like wildfire, Pearl's legs are butter in Garnet's hold, not a drop of resistance to be found in her muscles as she bends them up. Then Garnet rocks forward, and in a single motion a thousand tiny tendrils tickle and rub and scratch everywhere, and Pearl is so wholly unprepared that her moan slides up an octave.

It only lasts a second, though, leaving her body buzzing and still beneath Garnet. She pushes her palms against the floor, tries to get herself to move the same way -- only to find herself a trembling, boneless mess, incapable of moving an inch.

"Again," she whimpers.

"Hmmmmm." Garnet lets her hum echo deep in her chest, feeling it reverb against Pearl's skin. The sound Pearl made just now was unexpected, yet all the more delicious for it. She feels Pearl shiver, quake almost, beneath her. And she just wants to let all her weight on Pearl.

"You'll just like any punishment I give you, won't you?" Garnet moves her hands up, to get better leverage. She grinds against Pearl again, harder this time, pushing her up against the carpet, then pulling back. "I could slap your ass all night you'd still beg for more." Her voice strains at the end as she pushes against Pearl again.

"Yes," she moans, not even hearing the question -- the friction surges through her, making every nerve ending in her body sing out. It's a strange new mess of a sensation, both light and coarse and ruthlessly teasing, but Pearl's wound-up, touch-starved body craves every drop. It's only a good moment later she seems to realize she's been spoken to at all, but then Garnet's pushing her down again and yes, yes--

"Yes," she mewls out again, humiliation seeping into her need. She would.

Pearl moves with Garnet all too readily, and Garnet picks up the rhythm, pushing against Pearl harder, faster, feeling her own arms and legs scratching against the carpet surface.

"You licked my foot clean, I saw you enjoy it," she all but growls in Pearl's ear. She feels this loss of control. All she can feel is Pearl, and moving against Pearl, and all she can think of is what they've done.

"My toes were inside you. I didn't even clean them." She props herself up with one arm, still moving against Pearl, re-adjusting to accommodate for how far she's pushed her up the carpet. Her freer hand moves back down, and finds a space between their bodies. Garnet's fingers press into Pearl the next time she moves against her. "You liked that too didn't you?"

Edited 2015-09-17 05:30 (UTC)

The words ring in Pearl's ears, beads stringing together into the clacking cacophony in her head -- frightened rabbit heartbeats and starving stray mewls, a mixture of noise so dense as to make her temples throb.

It's true. It's true. She did that and she liked it and she didn't even care, and here she is now, grinding herself into the carpet like a cat in heat. Her hands grab blind fistfuls of fiber and pull and tweeze, it scuffs her palms and tickles her belly and sears through her clit, she swears, it's fire.

When Garnet's fingers push in her eyes nearly roll back with pleasure, a wet moan slipping past her lips and down her chin. Yes, god yes, Garnet's wonderful long calloused fingers pumping her full and giddy-good, that's all she needs, needs it so bad that her muscles pull back together just to thrust herself harder against them.

"Yes, yes, nn, please--" She's smearing herself against the carpet, filthy, doesn't care-- "Ahh, deeper--"

Garnet has three fingers inside of Pearl, twisted to accomodate her arm between them, but still trying to press as much against her as she can. She has to re-position her legs again, she's pushed Pearl farther up the carpet with her movements. She meets Pearl's thrusts with her own, pushing harder, deeper, teeth against Pearl's neck. She could crush her.

"Look at you, ah," a groan escapes before she can contain it, and she bites her own lips. "Begging for it." Her words are stunted, struggling to get them out as she tries to push against Pearl harder and faster each time. "Against the dirty carpet. Filthy."

Pearl doesn't care, she doesn't want to care, she can't stop. But each of Garnet's words stabs little pinpricks into her nape, the pulse between her temples growing thick enough to burst. Tiny awful guilty pangs of awareness -- how she must look to Garnet right now, hips bucking greedy, whimpers and pleas flowing senseless from her mouth. Animal.

"No, please," it comes out a half-sob through her tight throat, the jerks of her body growing sharp with desperation. She needs release and she needs to stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking. "Garnet--"

The way Pearl's voice sounded just now, it's unmissable. "You're close." She can feel how sensitive and bare her own arm is from contact with the carpet, she can only imagine what Pearl's feeling, every time her hips move her against it. Every time her fingers move in and out of Pearl, the dripping wetness of her, the sounds it makes; Garnet isn't even sure how many fingers she has inside her. "I can always tell."

She grinds and pushes in a little harder, the strain of her own muscles pulling out a gruff moan from her lips. "Well?" Teeth snag against Pearl's shoulder, she lets her arm give a little and lets more of her weight onto Pearl. "Do you think you deserve to?"

The question grinds the whole of Pearl to a halt, her body suddenly too heavy to move. Her thighs clamp tight around Garnet's fingers, and a heavy shudder crawls up her spine before she stills. She stills but she's so loud, with everything inside of her scrambling onto itself in a frantic, needy mess, trapped between Garnet's body and the floor. She's sure she must feel her heartbeats through her back.

"I, ah-- I..." She's leaking onto the carpet, Pearl can tell, even with her muscles pulled taut. Garnet has to-- she'll give it to her, right? She won't leave her like this, she wouldn't, that'd be--

--Unfair? Would it? Her head's swimming-- but this is her punishment, isn't it? Has she earned this? Was she good enough-- god, was she?

"I don't--" know, she tries again, but the words snag in her throat, splinter and crack. The guilt and the shame and the pressure and everything that's been building up in her head this whole day finally pushes past its peak, bursting from behind her eyes in rapid saltwater streams.

Pearl's shoulders shake and heave, her sob buried into the carpet.

Garnet feels Pearl clamp down all around her but she doesn't stop moving against her, moving in and out of her. And then she feels the tension reach its peak and Pearl's body give way and feels everything shake. She stays pressed up against her, feeling the waves pass to her through Pearl, feeling Pearl come down from it all. The hand that was holding her up instead reaches around Pearl, holding her in place.

Her fingers inside Pearl continue to stroke, soft and loving, different from before. Her lips which had been biting and punishing before, now kiss and caress. She keeps her weight on Pearl, though, holding her in place, feeling every little response. "There, there," she says softly against her. "You're alright."

"I am?" Pearl hiccups, eyes still tightly closed even as the colors blooming against them begin to fade. The tears flow uninterrupted, lukewarm against feverish skin. Her body feels like it's crumbled apart, clumps of beach-sand between Garnet's fingers; release had washed over her unexpected and without permission, and she's still barely registering that it happened at all, skin buzzing with an alien electricity. It's never felt like this.

"W-was that okay?" Do I need to be punished again?

"Yes,"Garnet responds simply, less concerned with what to say than with what to do. With Pearl able to speak again, she's sure it's okay to move, and she rolls onto her side, off of Pearl. She doesn't move her, but shifts as close to her as possible, and strokes Pearl's back, tender touches on sensitive, still-raw skin. She presses her lips against Pearl's shoulder, not kissing, just letting them touch. "You did great."

A small twinge of panic plucks at Pearl's chest when she feels Garnet pull back, but it's quickly soothed once she's pressed into her side. A sigh of relief mixes in with her sobs -- it's cooler with Garnet's weight off her back, a little easier to breathe.

"Okay," Pearl answers, swallowing around a sniff. Between her cotton-stuffed head and straining throat, she can't offer much in the way of a response -- but an easy smoothness returns to the slope of her back as she settles into Garnet's touch.

When Garnet feels Pearl's body soften, she knows she's coming back to herself. Garnet tugs at Pearl's shoulder softly, pressing Pearl against her. She continues to tug, rolling herself onto her back, and in the same process, moving Pearl from the carpet and onto her. It's still not the most comfortable of positions, but she knows to move and care for Pearl in small steps.

She brushes her clean hand through Pearl's hair, and her next breath catches a little in her throat, from nerves. "How was that, for you?"

Pearl drapes atop Garnet with grateful bonelessness, head lolling into the crook of her neck. She's close enough to smell her skin, the taste of sweat faintly prickling her tongue. The carpet no longer irritates her skin, and Garnet is soft. It's nice like this. Good.

At the question, Pearl can only bob her head in a series of eager nods. "Thank you," she adds after a moment, voice raspy with wear, and tilts her head up to meet Garnet's eyes. Her tears are beginning to slow, and she tries to clear her vision with a dew heavy blinks.

She's still a little lost, can't quite feel her fingertips -- but Pearl feels lighter than she has in days, maybe weeks, and Garnet's holding her.

A smile wobbles onto her features, timid. "Tea, maybe?"

"Of course, love." Garnet knows the drill now. Sometimes it varies, but usually it's the same. Comfort, warmness and tea.

Garnet sits up slowly, keeping one arm wrapped around Pearl so she can shift over her. She grunts slightly as she stands, still holding Pearl in one arm. She tries to jostle her as little as possible.

If Pearl were clothed she'd help her adjust her clothes back, but with just her blouse on, Garnet reaches into their small bathroom and pulls Pearl's robe to wrap around her. She still has a hold of her even as she takes the electric kettle out and fills it with water. She's peppered little kisses on Pearl throughout the whole process, and continues to as they wait for the water to heat. "Which one would you like?"

Pearl has both arms around Garnet, hold limp but wanting close; she leans into her as much as she's able, without restricting her movements too much.

In her arms, she feels vulnerable and small, but in a good way. A safe way. Garnet always takes care of her best.

"Chamomile, please," Pearl croons in contentment, head cradled against her shoulder.

Edited 2015-09-19 18:39 (UTC)

"Alright." Garnet prepares the tea with an adeptness that says she's done this a few times before. She can feel the arm that's holding Pearl up straining, but she knows the tea will be ready soon, and she can rest again.

She sets the tea down on the couch's side table before sitting, and arranging Pearl carefully on her lap, Pearl's legs draped over her thighs. It's always a bit of a trick, to find that balance between holding Pearl as close as she can, and wanting her to be as comfortable as possible at the same time. "You were very good, Pearl," she says softly, in her usual calm and cool tone, as she reaches for the tea, holding it up for Pearl. "I enjoyed it."

"Thank you," Pearl chirps, face glowing bright with the praise, and her dainty fingers wrap carefully around the warm cup. She brings it up to her lips, inhales long and deep, and her smile stretches wider as the soothing aroma fills her nostrils. She blows on the edge of the cup, then takes a little sip.

Then she pulls the cup back, and her brow furrows. "... We're going to have to dry clean the carpet."