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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."

Garnet nods, as if she knew it was a matter of time until Pearl said something. "I can take care of it tomorrow." Her hand free from the tea now, she brushes it softly over Pearl's legs, massaging at taut muscles, rubbing soothingly over still-pink skin. Her smile perks slightly, a little mischievous. "I also need to wash my jeans."

Edited 2015-09-19 19:06 (UTC)

"That'd be--" Pearl sucks in a breath through her teeth when Garnet's fingers brush an especially sore spot-- "great of you, thanks." Though Pearl isn't normally one to shift responsibilities around, this time, she appreciates the offer. She's fairly sure she'd die of embarrassment before she could enter the store.

"I'm gonna need some cream for that," she murmurs with a crooked, self-conscious smile, tracing the fingertips of one hand over the same area Garnet had touched. It's fortunate she hasn't gone back to her tea before Garnet's next addition, as she would've most likely spat it out all over her in response.

"I--!" Cheeks flushing pink with mortification, she buries her face in her mug, mumbling guiltily against the rim: "Sorry. I'll wash them."

Edited 2015-09-19 19:14 (UTC)

"It's my turn to do laundry anyway," Garnet responds, a laugh hiding behind every word. She got just the response she wanted, and she can't help enjoying them. Her touch is gentler, avoiding areas that seem particularly tender. "Or maybe I'll never wash them."

"Yes, you will," Pearl scoffs, swatting Garnet lightly on the arm. Even with her blush creeping down towards her throat, she knows when she's just being messed with. "Don't be gross."

"Sorry, sorry," Garnet apologizes, but her laugh says she's not sorry at all. She gives Pearl one more kiss on her temple, before moving her legs to the side a moment. She stands and walks to the cabinet where Pearl stocks their first aid kit and other medicines. She finds one to soothe scrapes and walks back, taking over the same position she was before, draping Pearl's legs over her once more. She applies the cream gently yet firm enough that it actually gets on there. "Tell me where it hurts."

Pearl's too slow to suppress the whine of protest as Garnet stands up, even though she's familiar enough with her habit of walking off without warning to know she'll return in short order. She follows her with her eyes until she's out of view, quietly sipping her tea.

Sure enough, within moments Garnet returns, a tube of the requested cream in her hand. Pearl blinks in surprise, then smiles lopsided. Her lips part to say that she didn't mean right now, and that she's sticky and filthy all over and definitely needs a shower first, but the words quickly fizzle out beneath Garnet's fingertips.

She can shower in the morning.

"Well-- the base of my neck, for a start."

"Okay." Garnet applies some of the cream to her hand, and reaches over, hand dipping below the collar of the robe, to rub it on Pearl's neck. She massages the cream in with her palm and fingers open, trying to move Pearl as little as possible so she doesn't spill her tea.

And she notices several bruises on Pearl's skin, from neck to shoulder. "I got a little rough there, I'm sorry."

"What?" Pearl says with a laugh, gaze instinctively dropping though her line of sight can't catch any of it. She'll have to survey for damages in front of the mirror later, though she's sure it's nothing a bit of makeup (or at worst, a light shawl) couldn't fix.

"You don't need to apologize for that, Garnet. You were doing it for me." Her front teeth snag on the edge of her lip, and her eyes flicker back up. "You know I liked that."

Pearl's response really does set Garnet at ease. Even though her instinct is to recoil at the thought she would ever hurt Pearl, she trusts that Pearl is telling her the truth. Garnet leans forward and presses her lips, soft and cool, to Pearl's. "When you're done with your tea I can get your back."