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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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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.)

Edited 2015-09-29 06:18 (UTC)

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?"

Pearl gasps out a surprised little giggle as Garnet rocks her up, and she pulls her mouth away to scold-- "Shh, hold still!" --before returning to her rightful duty of pressing kisses to her chest.

"You could say that," she hums thoughtfully into skin, and Garnet might feel the up-quirk of her lips, "though I'd be lying if I said this wasn't a reward for me, too."

"Mmm," Garnet offers as a response. Pearl's touch right now is so enjoyable, her muscles tense and relax under her. She still adjusts her legs, the bathroom not big enough for her to fully stretch out. She pulls her arms against the shirt, not wanting to tear it but testing its elasticity. Her hair, more than anything, keeps her from getting free. "If I can't touch you, what's your reward in this?"

Edited 2015-12-06 19:51 (UTC)

"Touching you, silly," Pearl coos, and her teeth tug playfully at nipple. She smooths her hand down sculpted chest to firm stomach, sighing her contentment. Garnet's really kind of perfect. "Getting to look at you... hearing the noises you make."

It's not long, however, before the urge to touch more bubbles up in her abdomen, and her position becomes restricting -- straddling Garnet's lap as she is, there's too much of her out of Pearl's reach.

So with one more sweet, biting kiss to her breast, she picks herself up and kneels down onto the floor. Slender fingers take hold of Garnet's sides, keeping her steady, and Pearl leans forward to press lips over belly button.

"Ha, I don't make that many noises," Garnet laughs, confidence lacing her tone. And she makes a concerted effort to be silent. The only sounds coming from her are equal to breaths and gasps, and soon those become a bit of a challenge, with how wet and heavy the fabric of her shirt becomes. She tries to adjust without disturbing Pearl too much, but she can't really stretch her leg out fully in this bathroom.

When she feels Pearl shift and her mouth press against her stomach, her muscles contract voluntarily, and she lets out a surprised "Ah!" Her leg kicks back and she bangs her heel on the side of the tub. She mumbles a quiet, "Sorry," embarrassed at the uncontrolled outburst.

Edited 2015-12-07 02:21 (UTC)

"Oh!" Pearl starts in turn, "Careful!" On instinct, her hand flies to Garnet's thigh, as if hoping to steady it after the impact's been made. A soft note of concern plucks at her voice as she leans back just a bit, to trace a gentle path down to Garnet's ankle. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Edited 2015-12-07 02:54 (UTC)

"No, no," Garnet responds, gritting her teeth. "I barely felt a thing." In part she's grateful for a moment to catch her breath, and in another cursing herself for distracting Pearl. "Just this bathroom, you know."

"Mmhmm" is the extent of Pearl's answer, and you can hear the corner of her mouth tipping up, the patient roll of her eyes. Garnet is the last person on Earth to admit even a moment's weakness, and Pearl often finds herself awestruck by it.

But sometimes, well... sometimes it's just a little bit silly. Maybe it's the illusion of power granted by Garnet's bound arms, but Pearl feels the rare urge to tease.

"You're so big and strong, aren't you?" Her voice is the kind of sing-song reserved for nursery rhymes. Her hand sneaks around, cradling the sole of her foot between fingers and thumb, and Pearl squeezes. "Barely felt a thing."

"I am the biggest and strongest, of course," Garnet responds, and she flexes every muscle she can as if it's a trained response. And then she feels where Pearl's hand is going and she's glad, for the first time, that Pearl can't see her face. She clenches her eyes and mouth shut, even if a sharp inhale and slight twitch of her foot betrays her.

She laughs against the shirt, trying to make it one of those self-assured laughs, and not at all in response to the tickling. "That trick won't always work."

Unfortunately for Garnet, Pearl's always been incredibly attentive -- be it to the smallest of details in her outfit, the faintest specklings of dust over picture frames and kitchen corners, or indeed, the miniscule twitches of muscles that so often make up the extent of Garnet's reactions.

"Oh, it won't?" She makes no effort to fake disappointment, chirping light and airy. Her thumb rubs idle circles into the arch of Garnet's foot. "What a shame to think I've wasted my one opportunity. Had I known, I would've made so much more of it! Like so--"

And she rakes four fingers down the length of Garnet's sole in a single sharp line.

Garnet's back tenses and stretches as Pearl's fingers draw torturous lines down the sole of her foot. She grunts, voice scratchy, as she attempted, unsuccessfully, to stop it. She twists her foot at the ankle, trying to angle it away from Pearl's touch. "S-see?" her voice stutters. "D-don't even feel it."

With Pearl partway onto the floor, Garnet is able to pinch her between her knees slightly. "I'm impenetrable, don't you know?"

It's a good thing, probably, that Garnet can't see the smile Pearl levels up at her -- lopsided and toothy, and positively dripping with unfiltered endearment. Garnet is cute. If Pearl told her that, she very well might get a kick to the face, and the look on her face right now is just as incriminating as the words themselves would be.

So it's a good thing Garnet can't see.

"Why, Miss Garnet," she croons with a fond little sigh, and leans forward to kiss the soft inner of Garnet's thigh. "That almost sounds like a challenge."

Edited 2015-12-07 07:31 (UTC)

"Hhmmnn." That sounds surprises even Garnet. Usually she can stay so silent while Pearl touches and kisses her. Something about the way Pearl's tongue licked her foot earlier now awoke a sensitivity Garnet hasn't felt before. Her toes curl and and her hands stretch at the shirt, a few stitches popping out of place.

She takes a few, wet breaths to gather her words. "Hah. I'm always a challenge."

Edited 2015-12-07 08:00 (UTC)

"Then I accept," Pearl murmurs into denim, softly tracing her lips up along the seam. The fingers of her free hand close over Garnet's knee, cradling it; easing her legs further apart. Then they paint a butterfly-path upwards, towards the zip of her jeans, tugging it down with skillful ease. Peeling them away, however, is a different matter altogether -- with Garnet sitting down, she can get little further than exposing the fabric of her underwear.

It'll do, though. Pearl hums a kiss against it, feeling the faint hint of dampness seeping through. Her hand at Garnet's foot has loosened, but hasn't drawn back; and though her focus has shifted, she returns some attention to it, loosely hooking her fingers in the spaces between Garnet's toes. Her mouth seeks out the soft raise of her clit, and she pushes her tongue out against it, before pursing her lips to lightly suck.

"You liked it that much, huh?"

Edited 2015-12-07 15:36 (UTC)

Garnet's arched so far back, she feels when her hair bumps against the wall slightly. As she feels Pearl's delicate hand and mouth working at her jeans, her breath releases in little, stunted, silent, "Ah, ah, ah." She angles her hips out farther, sinking closer to the wall. She wants to feel Pearl closer to her, and yet still fighting that already-lost fight to be in control. Sometimes she is her own downfall.

"I, ah," she responds, giving too much away. "May have enjoyed it a bit." The last couple of words come out as deep, throaty laughs.