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"And oh my goodness, when you swung that hammer -- you hit it so hard, I thought you were going to break it!" Giggles bubble up from Pearl's throat like a fountain, and she nearly stumbles in her next step, overcome by laughter. She leans closer into Garnet's side for support, one arm looped through hers already, and recomposes herself with a deep inhale of evening air.

"Actually, maybe you did, and that's why it gave out so many tickets," she suggests once calmer, eyebrows tweezing together in thought. Even with her giggling quelled, though, Pearl's smile stretches bright from ear to ear, and her freckled cheeks remain flushed with excitement. She swings up her other arm, wrapped around the prize purchased with said tickets -- a ridiculously oversized plushie of what appears to be a cross between a hippopotamus and a dog, and despite this manages to be adorable. "I thought it was never going to end!"

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Pearl's heart promptly leaps into her throat and lodges itself there. She swallows, hoping to ease it back down, with limited success.

Garnet looks so incredibly pretty, hair splayed out on the mattress beneath her, full lips parted with the slightest hesitation. Being the one to look up at her, for once, with those unguarded eyes patient yet wanting.

Another swallow, and Pearl eases herself down. Faint goosebumps run down her arms, and she doesn't have it in her to completely lay her body over Garnet's -- she's not even sure if she should, if that would be misinterpreting the other girl's intentions -- and so she settles for planting her elbows at each side of her, mere inches between their chests, foreheads just barely touching.

Her back's a little stiff, and her face is red down to her collarbone, but Pearl offers a meek smile all the same.

"L-like this?"

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Garnet is certain Pearl must be able to hear her heartbeat, for as loud as it is thumping in her own ears. Without their bodies fully pressed together, she is hyper-aware of all the places that they are touching. The sensation is much more overwhelming than she’d thought it would be, but in the best possible way. She shifts her arms to wrap around Pearl, fingers gripping lightly into her back, wondering faintly if the slight shake of her hands is noticeable.

“Like this,” she confirms, nearly in a whisper. She has the urge to kiss Pearl again, it would be as easy as a slight tilt of her head, but she holds that urge back. Instead she stares up at her, searching her eyes, lips parted slightly in expectation. She has to be certain this is something they both want, and that means sometimes leaving it up to Pearl to make the next move. Even if she never makes it, Garnet feels certain she’d be happy to spend hours just like this, feeling like there was nothing else on Earth but the two of them.

"Okay," Pearl answers uselessly, if only for the purpose of having a different sound to disrupt her own heartbeats. She licks at her suddenly very dry lips, and then angles her head to answer Garnet's unspoken invitation.

Oh... kissing like this is a completely separate experience. Pearl finds herself hyper-conscious of everything: Garnet's softness beneath her, her weight on Garnet, the whisper of fabric where their bodies touch -- such a simple shift in position, and suddenly it's all intensified tenfold.

They've definitely gone up a level. Or possibly three. The intimacy is equal parts intoxicating and impossible to bear, and for now Pearl decides to just keep her eyes closed and lose herself in the kiss. If she thinks about this too deeply, she'll undoubtedly work herself up into an aneurysm.

So don't think, she tells herself. Go with your gut. Don't ask yourself what you should be doing, just feel it out and--

Completely heedless of her attempts at self-reassurance, a voice pipes up from the back of her mind: Oh God, I think I should use tongue.

And so Pearl's carefully constructed attempt at inner calm collapses like a house of cards. Oh God, she should, shouldn't she? If they're going to go as far as kissing on top of each other on the bed, it only makes sense that they move on from the chaste, closed-mouthed kissing, doesn't it? But if Garnet wanted it, wouldn't she have done so by now? She should wait for Garnet... no, that's not right. As much as she treasures her guidance, no good will come out of depending solely on it. Pearl should take the initiative too, sometimes, or else Garnet could get the idea that she doesn't really want this, or grow tired of always nudging her along, or...

Ugh. So much for not overthinking things. Pearl can feel herself frowning into the kiss. Get it together, get it together...

Sucking in a steeling breath through her nose, Pearl touches the very tip of her tongue to Garnet's lower lip. There. Going with her gut. Probably.

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It’s better than she could have hoped for when Pearl closes the small gap between them, and Garnet tries hard to focus on the movement of her lips, to memorize just how nice this is. Here she is, in her room, with Pearl on top of her. It wasn’t too long ago that she was laying on this very bed, alone, trying without luck to banish such fantasies from her head. She could have never imagined Pearl would really be on top of her, happily kissing her.

But the hyper-attentive focus on her own lips makes it easy to pick up Pearl’s hesitation, and her heart sinks. Is that a frown? Was this too much too soon? Did she accidentally pressure her into something she wasn’t ready for?

Just when she feels like Pearl must be about to pull away, that she certainly crossed a line and ruined everything by initiating such very intimate contact, she’s hit with a new sensation altogether. Even just the hesitant touch of tongue to her lip is enough to set her whole body on fire. She hadn’t imagined Pearl would take such initiative here, and is so caught by surprise that she loses what little cool she’d still be hanging onto. The noise that escapes her throat is embarrassing, but she can stop it no less than she can stop her own tongue from immediately rushing to meet Pearl’s, her body rising encouragingly.

Oh God. Garnet made a noise. Was that a bad noise? Did she mess up? Is that a trying-not-to-laugh noise? Is she--

"Mmn--!"

Okay. That's her tongue. A shiver shoots down Pearl's spine at the initial contact, before she settles into it with a shaky sigh. Not a laughing noise, then.

Her lips instinctively part further to allow Garnet's tongue into her mouth, until a second later it hits her that Garnet's tongue is in her mouth. Immediately she slaps her hands against Garnet's shoulders, signaling for her to stop -- it takes her another good moment to pull her mouth away, gasping out a raspy string of "wait-wait-wait-wait".

Garnet’s tongue retreats back into her own mouth even faster than it had left it, both of her hands immediately letting go of Pearl and clutching her blankets instead. Shit. Shit shit shit. She should have known this would happen, should never have pushed this past where they’d comfortably been yesterday… She desperately tried to sink as far into the bed as possible, to break off any remaining points of contact that she could. She’d never, ever meant to make Pearl uncomfortable, and she wanted to lessen that blow as much as she could.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasps, eyes wide with horror. “I thought-- I didn’t realize--”

"No, no! You didn't do anything wrong, Garnet, I just--" Pearl presses a hand over her own cheek, momentarily dumbstruck by her own asininity. She can't believe she made Garnet apologize, and with such a terrified look on her face -- in ten years, she can count the number of times she's seen her make that expression on one hand.

And now Pearl's going to look like an absolute idiot explaining herself. "It occurred to me that my mouth might, erm, taste unpleasant. It's been two hours since my last breath mint." Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she holds up the half-empty box with a lopsided smile.

Small and feeble, she offers: "Sorry."

Garnet can’t help it: laughter erupts from her throat, fingers relaxing their grip on the blankets. She closes her mouth to stop the laughter as quickly as she can, not wanting to give the impression that it was Pearl she was laughing at. It’s been a rollercoaster of her emotions since they left for their date, and she’s only immensely relieved that she hasn’t made a mistake.

“It’s okay,” she says, collecting herself and offering a genuine, relieved smile. “I just… don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” She pauses for a beat, and then adds, “Your mouth tastes just fine, by the way, if you maybe want to… try that again.” She tries to play it cool, but she’s certain she hasn’t been able to keep her eagerness from her face.

Pearl instinctively tenses at the burst of laughter, but she soon relaxes, her crooked smile stretching into a more even one. She can tell it's not at her expense, so much as it is at the whole situation -- and she likes Garnet much better laughing than frantic.

"I do," she assures her, voice soft. Then she hesitates, biting her lower lip again. "... But you don't mind if I take one first, do you?"

Garnet relaxes against the bed, smiling up at Pearl. She was so busy with all the ways she could mess this up, she let herself forget what her best friend could be like. Though she knew Pearl was self-conscious about a lot of these behaviors, she couldn't help but find them adorable herself. "Go ahead," she says with a sideways grin, "I'm ready whenever you are."

Smiling at the approval, Pearl drops a mint into her palm and pops it into her mouth. She rolls it around on her tongue, waiting for it to melt away -- though it occurs to her that minute-long process is too lengthy to spend just staring down at Garnet in silence. The corner of her mouth twists in a circle, a bit awkwardly, before she remembers she does in fact have something to say:

"You cleaned up your room for me, didn't you?"

"I--" Garnet's first instinct is to deny it, but she knows that Pearl is already on to her. Better to play it cool than to deny it entirely. "I picked up some stuff I guess," she says, as nonchalantly as possible, hoping that her face isn't visibly flushing. "And made my bed. Just in case."

"Just in case, huh?" Pearl echoes with a bit of a laugh, brow arching as one corner of her mouth quirks up. "Don't tell me you'd planned this ahead."

Edited 2015-07-11 19:50 (UTC)

Garnet's clearly flustered now, and tries hard to backtrack a little. "I just meant... In case you wanted to come over. After the arcade," she explains, fighting the urge to cover her face with her hands. "I didn't just... assume..." She'd certainly hoped for this outcome, however, a fact that is now incredibly evident.

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Pearl feels a flush rise to her own cheeks, though it doesn't stop her smile from stretching wider. Her pale blue eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Why, Garnet," she sing-songs, shifting to lie onto her side so that she's on the other girl's eye level-- "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you liked me."

Garnet's eyes follow Pearl's, smiling despite her embarrassment. She knows she's being teased, but it's just so adorable coming from Pearl that she can't even be mad about it. "I guess I kinda do," she admits, making an attempt to be bold, "But you're still here, so I think maybe you kinda like me, too."

"Yeah," Pearl laughs, long lashes dropping shadows over her eyes as they flutter, "kinda."

The mint isn't all gone yet, but she swallows it down -- kissing Garnet seems like a matter of much greater urgency, now.

So she leans in and does so.

Garnet sighs against the kiss, feeling a little less nervous about things the second time around. She brings her hands up to Pearl's face, urging her closer.

Now that she's aware she's not acting out of bounds she moves to deepen the kiss, running her tongue along Pearl's bottom lip.

Never again is she going to associate the taste of mints with anything but Pearl's mouth, that's for certain.

Now that there's nothing more weighing on Pearl's mind, she's able to fully put herself into the kiss, to get a proper feel for it. She can take in the heat of Garnet's mouth, but the surprising lukewarmness of her tongue in contrast; the smooth slickness of it that somehow feels nothing like her own tongue, and sends little tingles all across it from every point of contact.

Pearl doesn't know how she expected this to feel, but she's certain it was nothing like this.

"... It's a little bit strange, isn't it?" she asks once they've paused for breath, with a brief, thin giggle.

“Yeah,” Garnet agrees, unconsciously running her tongue over her lips. It was kind of strange, and still incredibly new, but she could understand why people liked to do it. She was certainly enjoying it, even if she wasn’t quite sure exactly what she was doing yet. ...Was it obvious to Pearl that she didn't know what she was doing?

“But it’s a good strange, right?”

Pearl nestles a little closer, arms looping around Garnet's waist and knees drawing up. "I think so," she answers, timid but sincere. "I mean, it's a different strange. It might take me some getting used to."

With a tilt of the head, she brushes her lips to Garnet's cheek. "But I think I'd like to get used to it with you."

Garnet smiles widely, reaching up to brush the hair away from Pearl's face, tucking what she can behind her ear. "We can take this as slow as you want."

She shifts a little closer, too, pressing their foreheads together and closing her eyes. "Even just this is... it's really nice."

"Yeah."

A soft sigh of contentment thrums through Pearl's throat, and though her eyelids droop, she doesn't let her eyes close yet. She wants to watch Garnet's face for a little longer -- how pretty and dark her eyelashes are without her sunglasses to obscure them, how full and soft her lips are, how lovely she looks when she's completely at peace. Completely at peace with her.

And all Pearl can think about is how lucky she is to have her, so gentle and understanding and patient. No, better -- Garnet isn't just willing to wait for her, she wants to. And she thinks it will never fail to amaze her, that there's someone in this world who could possibly care for her this much. Who returns her feelings in full.

"I'm really glad I fell for you," she blurts without thinking, only for her eyes double in size the next second as her own words register.

"That--" Pearl sputters, face feeling for all intents and purposes like it's been set on fire, "that seemed like a better thing to say before I said it."

Garnet’s eyes fly back open at those words, surprise evident in her features. It’s not that she isn’t aware that Pearl has feelings for her, of course, but it’s the plainest it’s been stated since the day they’d confessed there were any feelings at all. Sometimes it’s still hard for her to understand that Pearl likes, really likes her. She feels like maybe it could be even… more than that. Hopes. The thought makes her ridiculously giddy.

Her expression softens considerably, however, as she registers the horror on Pearl’s face. “Hey,” she says quietly, holding eye contact steadily, “I’m really glad too. It’s… It’s a very nice thing to hear.”

Pearl's eyes flicker nervously between the bedsheets and Garnet's face, only able to settle once those words of encouragement have left the other girl's mouth. A smile wobbles back onto her lips, and she tilts her head up to lightly bump their foreheads together.

"So... I didn't make a complete embarrassment of myself just now?"