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It's early evening as they walk along the shore, the last glimmers of sunlight fading into the sea line like licks of a dying fire. The hem of Rose's gown trails behind her on the sand, swishing airily around her ankles with every step she takes.

There's that shine to her eyes, the way she always gets when she talks about humans -- and it's been there for the last ten minutes, as she recounted in vivid detail her encounter with one particular human man earlier that day. She's made sure to tell Pearl all about it -- his broad shoulders and sun-warmed skin, the way he looked up at her (as they all do) with such endearing awe in his eyes. How he caught and skinned her a deer, which, per her understanding, is one of the greatest romantic gestures humans are presently capable of. It's so interesting to watch them hunt -- a dozen of them couldn't last a second against a single gem, but they make up for their weak psychique and dull reflexes with their own attempts at strategy and cobbled-together weapons.

"And then he kissed me," Rose concludes the story with a light, giddy giggle, and taps a thoughtful finger to her chin as she adds: "A bit rough, but it was charming in its own right, I found. Humans have such fascinating ways of showing affection!"

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Pearl mirrors Rose's posture, wrapping her arms about herself, although her fingers dig into her own elbows a little more tightly than necessary. Rose's tone tugs at something within her which makes it difficult for her to disobey, no matter how gentle the demand.

"I wish...you would spend more time with me," she says, and then immediately feels silly, because Rose spends so much time with her already, even more than the other Gems, and they have centuries upon centuries more stretching ahead of them besides. "No, that's not it. I wish..." ...you would tell me before you run off to frolick with humans? No, the truth is she'd often rather not know. You would ask my opinion more often? Not quite right either, since Rose does that already: Pearl is her trusted strategist and knight, after all.

"I think I might be experiencing a degree of jealousy," she mumbles, in a rare fit of self-awareness.

Rose's brow lifts and her lips purse, and for a moment the extent of her reaction is a series of three consecutive blinks. Granted, Pearl's jealousy itself comes as no surprise -- but her admitting to it makes a whole world of difference.

A slow smile sprawls across her features, and she takes a stride forward again, reaching -- just gently -- to cup Pearl's cheek in the palm of her hand.

"You want me all for yourself, is that it?"

That smile does something funny deep down in Pearl's stomach. A good feeling, but bad too, anxious and wanting at the same time. She turns her face into Rose's palm, pressing her lips softly to the skin, although her body stays stiff.

"I...I would never presume to ask for something like that."

Rose's thumb draws circles onto the skin of Pearl's cheek, tender despite the sharp cut of her features. She's always liked that about her; all rigid angles and pointed bones, yet melting so easily beneath her touch.

"But you're thinking it."

"I can't help the way I feel!"

The words slip out against her hesitance and her better judgement, escaping through Rose's fingers to hang in the air. Pearl's cheeks have already been faintly tinged with blue; now the colour in them heightens. Confused by her own emotions, she shuts her eyes, and keeps speaking.

"Oh, Rose...I'm sorry if it bothers you. I won't bring it up again, if that's what you want."

Rose laughs -- not mocking, but in genuine delight, the bounce of her shoulders making her curls dance around her. "No, Pearl, it's wonderful!"

She throws both arms around Pearl's dainty shoulders, pressing her wiry frame to her. Wraps her up in her softness and warmth, planting kisses all across her forehead and cheek -- like a reward.

"You finally told me what you really want."

"I did?"

Pearl's eyes go wide and startled; then, with a small sigh, she lets herself melt wholeheartedly into Rose's embrace, turning her face hesitantly upwards to receive the kisses. Nothing has ever felt so safe and so right to her as being enfolded in Rose's arms, swallowed up by her affection. After the confusing tension of the past few minutes, she could almost cry for relief. Maybe a tear even escapes. Or two.

She feels the stutter in Pearl's breath, tastes salt on her lips -- oh dear -- and Rose tightens her hold, tilting her head up to kiss at light eyelashes. The tears are smothered between full, lush lips.

"Look at you," she murmurs between kisses, catching each new droplet as it falls, "you've grown so much. I'm so proud of you, my Pearl."

The tenderness only serves to undo Pearl further, eliciting a few undignified sniffles. She chokes back a little sob in her chest, knowing there's no reason to cry but still wanting to, because Rose...Rose is proud of Pearl, and Pearl is hers, belongs to her, with her, still, even after everything. And she feels that approval through her whole body as if it's a physical warmth, flowing through her veins from the point where Rose's kisses alight upon her skin, to pool in her stomach and fingers and toes.

She tries to take deep breaths, and although the first few are shaky, the next are long slow calm inhales, and her tears gradually stop coming.

"Thank you," she whispers.

Rose brushes light fingers through her hair, humming a faint, soothing melody from the back of her throat until Pearl has quieted.

"I don't need you to act like anything you're not, all right?" she says in response, drawing back just far enough to be able to catch her gaze. Pearl doesn't need to be forceful; Pearl doesn't need to be human; Pearl doesn't need to be anything other than Pearl.

"But I want you to be honest with me. Ask things of me, when you want them." When Rose leans in again, her mouth presses right over the center of Pearl's gem. She tilts her head up and down and up again, just by an inch each time, stroking her lips to the beautiful smooth surface. She doesn't pull away to speak:

"Okay?"

Pearl sighs, but it's a sound more contented than not. "All right. Y-yes -- I'll try." Her voice hitches, skipping and catching on the words, at the heat and pressure of Rose's mouth on her gem, Rose's voice vibrating straight to the core of her being. The faintest glow of blue light flickers from her gem's center. If Rose wants it, Pearl will always try.

"I know," she ventures, "that I'll always have you. Sometimes I just forget, and...want to be reminded."

A smile tugs on Rose's lips, and she rewards Pearl for her answer with another kiss to her gem. She loves her, she truly does -- this tiny dainty thing who feels everything so strongly, but dares to express so little.

It's hard not to oblige her requests when they're so few and far between -- always so restrained, too, soft and meek-voiced. But that's exactly why Rose chooses to resist the urge, instead -- to push Pearl a little further. Teach her a little bit of selfishness.

"And how," she croons, nails scraping lightly at the base of Pearl's scalp, "would you like to be reminded?"

"Uh--"

Pearl flushes bright blue. Rose's hands and mouth on her are suddenly points of charged electricity, sounding a lightheaded humming in her ears. She buries her face in Rose's chest, once again, so she doesn't have to look.

Her throat works for a moment before she can shape sounds. "Kiss me some more, please," she mumbles. And really, that's the least of what she wants, but this asking thing is so, so hard.

Rose's chest quivers with laughter beneath Pearl -- low and rich and utterly endeared -- and her fingertips ease their scratches into lazy loops that swirl down the line of Pearl's spine. Each bump there is so pronounced, pale skin stretching thin over muscle and bone. So lovely and delicate.

Rose draws out the sound on her tongue, curling it up into a sing-song: "Where?"

Pearl arches into the touch, wordlessly seeking.

"I don't-- everywhere, Rose, you're teasing," she says, and theres that hint of an edge to her voice, the one Pearl thinks Rose enjoys in her unfathomable way, somewhere on the long curve between consternation and accusation. Her own hands have come to rest on Rose's hips, lightly squeezing.

"A little," she unabashedly admits, the tip of a thumbnail pressing into the small of Pearl's curved back. "It helps make you honest."

Rose licks at her lips -- a panther lounging in the shade. "Everywhere, though -- that's a good answer." She tilts her head down, lips brushing the outer shell of Pearl's ear. "Where would you like me to start?"

Pearl swallows, then tips her head back, baring her throat. She brings one hand to it, trailing her slender fingers down its curve and into the hollow between her collarbones, close to where her heart is fluttering like an agitated bird between the slats of her ribcage.

"Maybe here...?"

"Very good," Rose praises -- not the choice itself so much as the boldness behind it. There's still hesitation there, true, but beneath it she can feel Pearl's confidence build, bit by tiny bit. She wants to groom it, tend to it like the flowers in her garden, watch it blossom from something small and fragile to tall and proud.

The request is wordlessly obliged, Rose following the path drawn by Pearl's fingers with her mouth -- slower, though, taking in every inch of warm skin between softly-puckered lips. She lingers at her pulse point, feels the staccato thrum of life running through veins, and meets it with a throaty hum of her own. Then Rose parts her lips further, pushing her tongue out against flesh in a lazy, hot swirl.

The remainder of her descent towards the hollow of Pearl's throat is wet and heavy, and rife with detours -- little nips at jawline, teasing the edge of bare shoulder.

Rose likes taking her time.

It's the verbal approval as much as the touch that sends little shudders all the way through Pearl, draws a low noise from her throat as Rose begins to mouth her way downwards. The hum of Rose's voice against her skin is like a song, a tenor note perfectly in tune with the melody vibrating from all the taut chords of Pearl's nerves and muscles, caught in the grasp of the moment. Little stifled gasps escape her throat with every nip and lick, her head thrown back in a vulnerability she only ever indulges in when they're like this. She reaches out her hands to brace herself against the soft, generous curves of Rose's shoulders -- as much of them as she can reach, anyway. Being cradled by Rose's arms always makes her feel small, but a good small: held, wanted, surrounded.

Feeling Pearl's physical plea to be closer, Rose tightens her hold, keeps her steady. Their chests press together, Pearl drawn onto tiptoes as Rose leans further down, so her mouth can reach its destination at last -- closing around the soft dip of flesh between pointed collarbones. She sucks against it, firm pressure without the sting of teeth -- to mark without hurting.

It's a few moments more before Rose is satisfied, breaking her mouth away with a wet pop and a pink crescent of a smile.

"Where next, my Pearl?"

Pearl makes a little murmur of protest when Rose pulls away; then, at the question, opens her eyes and blinks them roundly up at her. Rose is looking at her with that expression, and oh, no. She's going to do this the whole way through, isn't she?

Her thumbs trace nervous, fond circles on Rose's shoulders. When she thinks she's finally caught her breath, she tries, "D-do you really need my instruction for this?"

"Yes," Rose answers simply, her smile curling impish before pressing to the corner of Pearl's lips. "I'll do anything you ask, Pearl." She takes one thin lip between her two plump own, grazes softly across, her breath rippling warm against it.

The teasing has drained from her voice, leaving something thicker and rawer behind: "I'm all yours."

Hearing the change in tone, Pearl sucks in a sharp breath, her fingers gripping tighter. "Anything I want..." she echoes in a whisper, tilting her face upwards as if to chase the ghost of Rose's kiss.

It all strikes her as absurd, suddenly: Rose Quartz, liege of her life, leader of the Gem Rebellion, who bewitches everyone she meets, drawing in devotees and lovers alike with the inexorable gravitational pull of a glowing star. Offering her anything she wants. Her, a pearl. Pearl fights back the urge to laugh, but the corners of her lips quirk upwards into a small smile as she ducks her head. How could she have doubted Rose's commitment to her? (How can she not?)

She looks back up. "I just want you, Rose." Her voice, usually so melodic, is a little hoarse now, shyness tangled up with wanting in her chest and her throat. "You know I'm not good at the...asking, I just, want you holding me, and touching me, and...looking that way you do when you're touching me, and also, anything you want," she finishes helplessly, wishing she had a better answer to give.

"Thank you, Pearl," Rose says, and means it -- it's true, this already is much more than anything Pearl is used to. It must be hard for her, but then, what good would it do to relent now, when she's making such significant progress?

"You're doing so well. It's a very good start." The encouragement is speckled with kisses -- to her neck, her chin, her ear. "But this isn't about what I want. Tell me--" The last kiss is full on the lips, simple but lingering. "Where do you like me touching you best?"

Pearl's glad for the growing darkness that hides her blush a little bit. Not that Rose can't tell, anyway.

She clears her throat awkwardly and tries.

"My gem, and...the mammary glands..." Is that what humans call them? She's worn this body long enough to know it intimately down to the structure of its cells, but she's rarely had to speak it, to name it in words. "And...between the legs." Against her will, her flustered mouth keeps running. "The reproductive anatomy of these forms, while nonfunctional for us in terms of species continuity, retain their erogenous qualities."

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