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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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

Pearl sighs into the kiss, lips curling up against Garnet's -- though they twitch a little oddly at the suggestion, a nervous giggle slipping past. "Oh, I could-- I could do that part, it's okay."

The thought on its own is eight kinds of embarrassing.

"Pearl," Garnet starts, in that sort of tone your parent might take if they mean to correct you over something obvious. Though her hands continue to draw soothing circles against Pearl's shoulders. "I'm taking care of you right now. So let me."

Pearl's chin tips guiltily down as soon as Garnet takes that tone with her, and she feels the warmth in her cheeks flare up.

"You're very hard to argue with, you know that?" she says at last with a bit of a laugh, glancing down into her mug again. "I'm almost done."

Tipping it up towards her mouth, she finishes off its contents in one long chug. The warmth settles heavy into her chest, and Pearl's shoulders slump with her exhale. "There."

Garnet smiles, that kind of smile when it's just from one side, as she takes the cup from Pearl and sets it aside. She shifts off the couch slowly, to rock Pearl as little as possible. "Can you lie down or does it still sting too much?"

"I can, it's alright." As comforting and pleasant it feels to be handled like porcelain, there's something about it that's unshakably embarrassing, especially now that her head has cleared.

Pearl's eyes dart towards Garnet's face again, lips pursing with self-consciousness. Still, she moves to lie on the sofa as requested, stomach-down and face buried in her arms.

"Thank you, Pearl," Garnet says softly.

This time it's very different from when she made Pearl lie down earlier. Garnet sits at the edge of the couch, and starts at Pearl's calves. Her touch is gentle, soothing, she hopes. Pearl's skin is still soft, even if pink and bumpy from earlier. She's especially gentle when she moves to Pearl's ass, careful to get every scratch and bruise.

She glances up, at Pearl's shoulders, the way her hair brushes against them when she lies down like this. She hasn't said it yet today and this feels like the right time. "I love you, Pearl."

Pearl lets out soft, short moans as Garnet begins working her way up tender skin, the touch stinging before soothing. It takes her a bit, but she soon finds herself relaxing into it, her moans melting into warm sighs. Garnet is good with her hands, and she can read her body like a map.

Exhaustion and pleasure knit together to drape over her like a blanket, and for a second she may well have been in danger of dozing off, were it not for Garnet's voice to stir her back awake.

There's a beat, and then Pearl blurts out a guffaw. "It's a little embarrassing when you say it to my behind," she says, her upper back curving so she can see Garnet's face, "but I love you too, Garnet."

Her smile looks a little funny, cheek squished up against her forearm; it's palpably sincere, though, laced with warm laughter. But then Pearl hesitates, and a sheepish little line forms between her eyebrows as her lips, just faintly, thin.

"... I didn't weird you out, did I?"

Garnet laughs, low, in her throat, at Pearl's teasing remark. It's true, it's strange to say when in this position, but she really does love Pearl, and after the night they've had she wanted her to know.

"Mmm," she responds thoughtfully at the question, now her hand working up to Pearl's waist, rubbing and caressing. "It was new, that's for sure." She leans over to press a soft kiss on Pearl's cheek, then pulls back to meet her gaze. "Anything that you want, I'm more than happy to do."

Pearl's mouth twists around, as if struggling to settle on a spot between a smile and a frown. "Well, I know, but-- you can do something while thinking it's weird, right?" Her hair falls forward as she slouches into the sofa, sighing at herself more than anything.

She knows she's fussing again, and she really, really shouldn't -- but Pearl thinks back on everything they'd just done and everything Garnet had said and she can't help it. "I realize you said those things as-- as part of the scene, but... it was dirty, wasn't it?"