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Pearl collapses through the front door at half past midnight, like every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. These are the days she has work after class, and while she frequently ends them stumbling half-conscious on the tail of a caffeine high, it's not often that she's so aggressively miserable.

As demonstrated quite immediately by her regular greeting being replaced by an incredibly vocal, drawn-out groan.

"Today was a disaster," she announces to the back of Garnet's head over the sofa's edge, momentarily tempted to just let her backpack drop from her sore shoulders to the floor before remembering her very expensive custom-made laptop, and placing it neatly on the floor instead. She flops over the sofa's backrest from behind, wobbly noodle-arms spilling down towards the cushion. "I'm a disaster."

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Garnet runs her hand all along from Pearl's shoulders to her waist. "I won't mind doing it again."

"That's not awfully frugal, Garnet," Pearl scoffs, but it's halfhearted. She stretches up on one hand to kiss her cheek. "Though I can't say I'd mind, either."

"You can come to bed dirty, I won't mind either." This time Garnet's hand moves down farther, to squeeze Pearl's ass.

Pearl's eyes widen, and she blurts out a rather unladylike snort, reaching back to slap Garnet on the forearm. "Who's being dirty now?"

Garnet laughs and lets the hit push her back, pretending it's harder than it actually was. "I guess you bring it out of me," and she dips her head for a quick kiss against Pearl's lips, still laughing against them.

"Then I guess we both could use a bath," she starts out playful, but finds herself regretting her words as she continues: "Especially after you-- did that... with your foot."

Pearl's voice has died by the end of it, and she buries her face back in the crook of Garnet's neck.

Pearl's voice gets quieter and Garnet just smiles. She likes this side of Pearl too, embarrassed, even by the things she actually likes. She brushes at Pearl's hair for a moment, and almost teases further, but she feels she's done it enough tonight.

"We'll get you cleaned," she says finally, pulling away a little, as if to check if it's okay to.

"Yeah, okay," Pearl mumbles up at Garnet, biting her lower lip through a flustered little grin. She remains lying in place, though, only stretching her arms as Garnet pulls away.

And she allows herself another moment of childish self-indulgence as she coos, "Carry meeee."

"I was going to, I was going to," Garnet says in a tone that suggests she was already thinking of it. Once she has her feet firmly on the ground she crouches back down, wrapping an arm around Pearl's shoulders and another at her knees. She hoists her up with not even a grunt, so familiar with her weight at this point. The trip to the bathroom is short but she makes a ceremony of it, holding Pearl close and tight and walking slowly and purposefully.

The next time she speaks, her voice is a little formal, like a servant addressing her princess. "What would you like in your bath?"

Pearl giggles as she's lifted up, wrapping both arms around the back of Garnet's neck. Her feet dangle in the air, and she swings them back and forth, light and wonderfully safe.

She contemplates the question for a moment, and then her face lights up: "Ooh, I have that bath bomb I haven't gotten around to using yet-- it's cherryblossom and lavender!"

"Very well."

Garnet sits at the edge of the tub, Pearl in her lap, as she leans over to turn the water on. She makes sure the temperature is just right; only a little hotter than is completely comfortable. The bathroom is very small, and Pearl keeps her bath stuff handy, so she just has to reach over a little to get it.

She allows Pearl to help her open the packaging, which is harder to do with just one arm available. She sits with Pearl, rocking her back and forth gently, as they wait for the bath to fill.

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Pearl neatly removes the packaging, then sets its contents on the floor. The bath won't be full for a good ten minutes, and it seems like a waste to forgo use of her hands for all that time. Instead she slides them beneath the hem of Garnet's top, resting over warm skin as she touches lips to jaw. "I haven't asked about your day," she kisses apologetic.

At the feel of Pearl's delicate hands over her skin, Garnet's stomach hitches a little. She tilts her head back a little, accepting of Pearl's kisses and giving her further permission. "Oh, you know. Ran a few miles. Jumping jacks. Drills." Her hand on Pearl's lap strokes down her leg, squeezing for a slight massage. "Beat up a few people. The usual."

"Such a hard worker," Pearl croons in admiration, fingertips drawing butterfly figures over prominent muscles. Her mouth moves lower with the tilt of Garnet's chin, retreading the well-worn path between jawline and collarbone. "No wonder you're so strong."

The corners of Garnet's lips curl slightly, and her hand around Pearl's waist squeezes softly. "I'm the strongest." She closes her eyes to Pearl's touch, every breath moving her stomach more against her hands.

The water running brings her back just a moment, but not enough to look. "Is the tub full?"

Pearl giggles against Garnet's throat, then rewards it with a playful little nip before pulling back.

"Almost," she answers after a glance, and her hands slide down to grab the edge of Garnet's shirt. "Hands up, if you please."

Garnet doesn't usually allow Pearl to take the lead this way, especially not taking care of her. Garnet likes taking care of Pearl. But after evenings like this, it's nice for her to be taken care of too.

"Thank you." She raises her arms as high as she can reach, arching her back a little.

With a chirp of approval, Pearl begins dragging the fabric up over Garnet's chest -- a good deal slower than is strictly necessary. It's downright tantalizing, the bare skin revealed inch by inch, stretching dark and smooth over perfect-sculpted muscle. The sight inspires nothing short of reverence in her, no matter how common it's become, and Pearl can't help leaning in to kiss at Garnet's chest with her shirt only halfway up her arms.

Her sigh melts into warm skin. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"

(She knows Garnet knows, but it's worth repeating all the same.)

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The soft brush of fabric tickles against Garnet's skin as Pearl takes her time pulling off her shirt. Her vision is covered by the garment half-way pulled up her arms when she feels Pearl's lips against her chest. She takes another one of those sharp breaths that make her stomach twitch.

"I know," she responds, self-assured, but also with a breathy tone, that suggests it has an effect on her, Pearl saying those words. Her arms are tangled in her shirt, but otherwise she'd lower them to reach out to Pearl, which instead leaves her in a 'half-arms-up, tangled in her shirt' sort of state. She's not sure if she did something wrong but somehow she can't grab it right. "Pearl," she says calmly, though clearly giving in to how stuck she is.

"Hmm?" comes Pearl's distant response, swept up in the near-ritualistic act of kissing her way around Garnet's breast. Rather than continue their path upwards, Pearl's hands travel down, following the curve of strong shoulders to soft underarms, until they're cupping her chest at each side. She squeezes, lightly at first, then lets her fingers sink in with an adoring sigh.

"Mmnn," comes the muffled moan from Garnet's throat. Pearl's hands know their place really well, every touch and graze making Garnet's muscles twitch slightly. She pulls against her shirt, her movements more trying to accommodate to Pearl's touch, rather than actually trying to get out.

"You did this on purpose."

"Maaaybe," she drawls in a sing-song, flicking her tongue over one perked nipple. "And you fell right into my trap."

"Nnn-ah," Garnet can't help opening her mouth, as much as she tries to stifle that sound. Her head stuck in her shirt, breathing is a little harder, and every breath feels more labored through the fabric. Her whole body feels responsive to even these light touches, she gets like this when she's had a long session of focusing on Pearl. She can forget her own need entirely, but it takes only the slightest touch, Pearl even only starting to return the favor, and her body responds as if touched for the first time.

She tries to laugh that confident laugh, but it comes out a little stuttering every time Pearl moves her tongue. "I-I thought we were going to wash off." She also didn't mean to stutter, and grits her teeth against it. She can stay cool.

"Oh, that's right, the bath!" Momentary snapping out of her giggly haze, Pearl reaches a hasty hand over to twist the tap shut, then sighs in relief. "Great timing-- any later and it would've overflown."

She bites her lip through a toothy little grin. "Now, where was I?"

Looking at Garnet, so beautifully, deliciously hers with her arms pinned up like that... she figures the bath could stand a few minutes to cool.

And so Pearl leans down again, both mouth and hands reassuming their place -- a bit firmer, more focused this time, teeth teasing at a nipple before parting around it to suck. Her hand at Garnet's other breast, careful to provide equal attention, takes her nipple between forefinger and thumb to rub tight circles.

Garnet groans through tight lips, but it comes from so deep in her throat that it doesn't make a difference. With Pearl's added pressure, she leans back, and it doesn't take much before her back is against the sink; it's always been impossible to stretch out in their tiny, closet bathroom.

One of Garnet's hands fist around the shirt, as the other takes hold of the sink for support. Pearl is so small ontop of her, yet able to exert such control and strength against her. Garnet has always had difficulty giving in, being the one taken care of. Sometimes it's easy.

Even if she never completely gives up. She lifts her legs slightly, to buck Pearl over her lap playfully, even if further arching her back to press more against Pearl's touches and kisses. "Is this my reward for earlier?"