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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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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."

Edited 2015-12-08 09:28 (UTC)

"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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