The spray dips down -- she can afford a drop of mercy -- as Rose glows at the reassured grin on Pearl’s face: a little shy, a little sheepish. And anemic in love.
It makes Rose feel a little godless, that thrill of power. And on top of her so bare and open, and cornered in Rose’s home... Oh, she just wants to put Pearl in her pocket.
“Never worry, sweet thing,” she hums. The shower is small enough that she can lean in, easily -- can drop a double-peck, quick and laughing, on Pearl’s damp cheek. “You’re worth a thousand fancy showerheads.”
Though. She still hasn’t handed it back to her. The water continues to flow down along Pearl’s feet and shins as Rose pauses; quiet and steam fill the shower with heated weight.
“Although.” Rose watches a rivulet of water start from her collar -- down her proud tilt of breastbone -- along her navel -- “This one is quite nice.”
Her eyes have gone soft. Sweet. She leans in, again: close enough to kiss. “I’d like to show you how.”
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It makes Rose feel a little godless, that thrill of power. And on top of her so bare and open, and cornered in Rose’s home... Oh, she just wants to put Pearl in her pocket.
“Never worry, sweet thing,” she hums. The shower is small enough that she can lean in, easily -- can drop a double-peck, quick and laughing, on Pearl’s damp cheek. “You’re worth a thousand fancy showerheads.”
Though. She still hasn’t handed it back to her. The water continues to flow down along Pearl’s feet and shins as Rose pauses; quiet and steam fill the shower with heated weight.
“Although.” Rose watches a rivulet of water start from her collar -- down her proud tilt of breastbone -- along her navel -- “This one is quite nice.”
Her eyes have gone soft. Sweet. She leans in, again: close enough to kiss. “I’d like to show you how.”