Pearl takes an instinctive step back, then stops herself, lest Rose think she's trying to escape. With the grip on her wrist, she's fairly trapped -- and there's nowhere to run in the shower, anyway. She's hemmed in. At Rose's mercy. It's the game that they play, of course, but the feeling is still real: something heavy in the bottom of her stomach, dropping like a stone. Wide-eyed, she cringes, shoulders rising as her chin dips. And at the same time...it's a thrill of excitement that's jittering its way up her spine.
Rose is majestic like this: her curls, even slightly damp, falling about her face, framing the intensity of her glare. Her look, usually so gentle, playfulness curving up the corners of her eyes -- now sharp enough to shred.
It makes something in Pearl want to roll over in that ageless gesture of deference. Shut her eyes and bare her throat deliciously for it.
"S-sorry," she repeats, and it's not just the sensation of the stream against her chest that's making her voice tremble.
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Pearl takes an instinctive step back, then stops herself, lest Rose think she's trying to escape. With the grip on her wrist, she's fairly trapped -- and there's nowhere to run in the shower, anyway. She's hemmed in. At Rose's mercy. It's the game that they play, of course, but the feeling is still real: something heavy in the bottom of her stomach, dropping like a stone. Wide-eyed, she cringes, shoulders rising as her chin dips. And at the same time...it's a thrill of excitement that's jittering its way up her spine.
Rose is majestic like this: her curls, even slightly damp, falling about her face, framing the intensity of her glare. Her look, usually so gentle, playfulness curving up the corners of her eyes -- now sharp enough to shred.
It makes something in Pearl want to roll over in that ageless gesture of deference. Shut her eyes and bare her throat deliciously for it.
"S-sorry," she repeats, and it's not just the sensation of the stream against her chest that's making her voice tremble.