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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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"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.

Pearl's hardly perturbed; she knows Garnet's answer full well, and her reluctance to admit it only serves, in a way, to make it more transparent.

But... she wants to hear it. Some deep animal urge wants to grab and pull the raw truth from her lips. She wants to melt the coolness from her voice. She wants...

Pearl's breath shudders low, teetering on a moan. Her hand on Garnet's thigh squeezes, nails digging into warm, supple flesh. And she works her mouth against her more and more, in broader, surer strokes, pulling back by barely an inch in order to speak: "Did it feel good? Having me under your control." Hard, wet kisses; subtle pressure of teeth. "Knowing you could do anything you wanted to me... and I couldn't do a thing. Helpless."

Nails dig in at the soft pad of foot, too. "Did you like that, Garnet?"

Edited 2015-12-07 16:21 (UTC)

Pearl's stronger movements against her center make Garnet's back curve forward instead, and she feels the back of her neck press against cold tile. Her arms reach back to try to provide better support against the wall, but they help very little. She's shaking, from her toes to her hips and she feels every single one of Pearl's words as new, pulsing vibrations all throughout. Her eyes are shut tight and she can see sparks behind them.

She feels so small, all of a sudden. Pliable. Overtaken by Pearl, and the feel of her. Perhaps it's in her head but she feels her muscles losing a little strength. "I-- I--," did, she wants to answer, but admitting to enjoying overpowering Pearl, right now feels like giving up that power.

And when Pearl's nail digs into her foot, she lets out the loudest moan yet, and she really must be losing strength because all of a sudden she can't keep her balance anymore and Garnet slides sideways into the sudsy water. Her gasp makes her inhale a little bit of water, but the tub is so small she's able to sit up rather quickly, even with her arms still tied up in her shirt. Even if the absolutely drenched fabric now makes it difficult to breathe. "Pearl!" she coughs through it.

Edited 2015-12-07 17:56 (UTC)

It takes Pearl a moment too long to notice what's happening, and by the time she does, Garnet had bodily collapsed into the bath with a thunderous splash. Pearl's shoulders hike up through a wince, and she squawks out-- "Garnet!" -- before scrambling upright to help hoist her upper half out of the water.

"Oh my God-- Hang on--" Frantic fingers hook beneath the fabric of Garnet's shirt, untangling it from around her arms and shucking it to the floor with a damp slap. Garnet's face, as revealed underneath, is very, very wet, and very, very unhappy. Pearl winces again, hands clenching into little pleading balls in front of her chest.

"I'm so, so, so sorry. Are you all right?" Already she's reaching out, feeling the back of Garnet's scalp for sore spots with her fingertips. "You didn't hurt your head, did you?"

Edited 2015-12-07 21:31 (UTC)

Garnet takes a deep breath as soon as the shirt is off of her face, and is grateful honestly for the coolness of freedom. She is more concerned than upset but seeing Pearl, all confidence lost in an instant, is honestly pretty satisfying.

In the next moment she's reaching over for her shoulder and groaning. "Aaaaah," she clenches her eyes, hisses through teeth, as if experiencing real pain. "My shoulder. Can you come closer and take a look?"

"Oh, goodness--!"

Whatever color's left in Pearl's face drains away, her eyes wide with horror. For Garnet -- the unflinching, impregnable wall -- to show such signs of physical distress, the hit must've been serious. Pearl bows forward further, half her body now leant over the tub. "Yes, let me see--"

With exacting and speedy precision, Garnet wraps her arm around Pearl's shoulders and pulls her down ontop of herself. The water splashes out of the tub noisily, and Garnet easily brings her other arm around Pearl to hold her against her. She's already laughing against her hair.

"Thanks, I think I'll be alright."

It happens too fast for Pearl to process, much less for her to stop it -- she only has time for an ungainly shriek as her body's yanked into the water.

"G-Garnet!" Her head snaps up to look at her. Garnet's grinning, and Pearl's stunned face quickly gives way to a scowl of indignation as the realization sets in. "You-- ugh!"

Her hand connects with her clearly-unharmed shoulder in reprimand, producing a thwap. "I was worried!"

"I knooooow," Garnet teases, her low voice making the elongated word somehow smooth, along with the playfulness. "You were so worried, I just could not resist." Garnet squeezes Pearl and leans down to kiss her forehead, and brings up one of her hands to brush at Pearl's wet bangs.

"Mean," Pearl grumbles, though it's a struggle to keep herself from grinning in the face of the affection, sodden as it may be. She tilts her head up, to catch Garnet's lips in a quick, impish kiss.

Through her soaked shirt, she can feel the warmth of Garnet's skin -- and the water around them, too, floral-scented and soothing. As if of its own accord, she can feel her body relax, the tension seeping from her muscles.

"Well," Pearl can only accept her defeat as her lips stretch wide, "I guess I did earn that."

Garnet pushes herself up to peck her lips against Pearl's. "You did." Then she pulls Pearl down for another kiss. This one a little longer. She chuckles softly when they pull back apart. "At least now my pants are washed."

Edited 2015-12-08 09:06 (UTC)

Pearl offers a dry chuckle, and her teeth catch hold of Garnet's lower lip in a nibble before drawing back. It's tempting to fall into the rhythm, to reemerge from each kiss only to sink into a new one, over and over again--

But not in this state, goodness.

"We're both complete messes." Her hands snake down to Garnet's waist, fingertips teasing beneath the hem of her jeans. "Come on, let's get you out of these."

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"It would make bathing easier, correct." Garnet carefully and easily moves Pearl from off of her. When she stands, water drips down her body and her jeans are more difficult to slide off now that they're wet. She rolls them off and for a moment can't decide where to put them. Fortunately she can reach the sink fairly easily, and drops them in there. She looks around the bathroom, now noticing the wet mess. "What a night our apartment has had."

"Haha... yeah." Pearl bites her lower lip through a guilty little smile, shoulders hiking up. "I-I'll clean that, don't worry."

A sheepish beat, and she pulls off her shirt as well, offering it up to Garnet. "You don't mind putting that there too, do you?"

Garnet nods to both Pearl's statement and her question. She'll help her clean, Pearl knows that. Garnet takes the things Pearl hands her and drops them in the sink. She sits back down, careful not the splash too much water this time. The corners of her lips quirk into a smile and she motions for Pearl to move closer and sit between her legs.

Pearl stares at her for a moment, as if seriously weighing the offer. In truth, she's mourning the moment, a little; having Garnet all hers like that is a rare opportunity indeed, and the confidence that had filled her then, well-- she gets the feeling it won't be resurfacing for a while.

But even so-- even so, she can't just forget about it. Least of all when...

"I still haven't repaid the favor."

Rather than turn around to slot herself in Garnet's lap, Pearl moves forward on her hands and knees, until she can plant her palms against Garnet's soft thighs. And she pushes herself up, arms locked straight and back curved, to bring her mouth against her own.

Garnet watches Pearl without blinking. She follows her confident yet soft movements as Pearl moves right up to her. She inhales, just a little sharper, when she feels Pearl's hands on her thighs. Pearl's frame is so slight, Garnet sometimes forgets she can really have this much weight, as she feels the slight pressure of Pearl's weight as she uses her legs as support. Garnet dips her head only slightly to meet the kiss. She breathes out against it, feeling little running shivers from where Pearl's soft fingers touch.

"I'm okay if you just want to wash up," she offers, as if not wanting to admit she wants this to be about her as much as Pearl does, even if the way she kisses Pearl again says it very clearly.

Pearl opens her mouth to respond, but it's swallowed up by the kiss that same moment. She's quite happy, though, to let the words melt away beneath the heat of Garnet's mouth.

She sighs her contentment as the kiss fades again, and doesn't even have it in her to feign a pout when she asks: "So you don't want to?"

Her thumb paints tiny little circles into the inside of warm thigh.

"Mmmm," Garnet hums close to Pearl's lips. Even she knows when to lighten up on the 'cool, un-needy' act. "Well, I won't push you away."

"Look at you, indulging me," Pearl murmurs, and her lips brush the edge of sharp jaw with a tip of her head. She leans her body closer, slender chest pressing to Garnet's full, gorgeous own, and her fingertips twirl an unhurried path up and up. "So generous."

And she reaches between her legs at last, fingertips pressing in just so as she strokes against lush, slick folds. Eyelashes fluttering, Pearl stutters out a raspy, longing exhale.

"I try to be-- ah!" Pearl's soft yet experienced touch pulls a shudder from Garnet's whole body, sending water splashing again. Her head tilts back slightly, feeling Pearl against her more firmly, breathing through open mouth. "A-anything for you."

She brings her hands to run her fingers down Pearl's slender neck, tracing muscle down. She wraps her fingers around Pearl's shoulders, looking for perch.

The words ripple warm down Pearl's back, and her hips roll, wanting closer. "You do," she breathes, pressing starstruck little kisses into the side of Garnet's neck; she does. She's always doing everything for Pearl, taking care of her, obliging even her strangest, whims... just-- so good to her.

Pearl's chest swells, giddy and grateful. She presses her mouth over Garnet's pulse point, lingers there; feels it thrum softly beneath her lips as her fingers push deeper inside.

"I love you, Garnet."

Garnet closes her eyes and her head rolls farther back when she feels Pearl's hot, slender fingers press into her. Pearl's words make her ears throb, and her own fingers clutch at Pearl, digging into wet-warm skin. The warm bath engulfs her, Pearl's softness against her, her lips at such a sensitive point, Garnet feels as if every one of her muscles is jelly.

"I love you too, Pearl," she says, and she was sure it would come out more clear, but in her state, it's almost a mutter through pouted, tired lips.

Edited 2015-12-09 22:00 (UTC)

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