“Hmmm.” Rose’s lips pucker in a frown, the picture of unconvinced. She watches the poor thing trapped in her shower (so slight, so sweet: strings of muscle already jumping in the sliver of her waist). “Not yet, you aren’t.”
Her hand around her wrist tugs, steering it to the top of Pearl’s head. Rose wonders if she even got the chance to shampoo. “Both hands on top of your head… if either of them moves,” Her eyes glint, full of bite and flinty promise, “I’ll give you something to be sorry about.”
And her hand is moving, again: pulling her closer. Rose obviously takes no issue without moisture on her clothing, as long as Pearl isn’t the one putting it there. She lets the water rush over her chest a moment longer before lowering the spray: letting the heat play along the frail divots of her ribs. Her free hand joins, too -- claiming -- after a final parting pinch over Pearl's nipple.
"Turn around." The command in her voice could make rope stand upright. "Legs spread."
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Her hand around her wrist tugs, steering it to the top of Pearl’s head. Rose wonders if she even got the chance to shampoo. “Both hands on top of your head… if either of them moves,” Her eyes glint, full of bite and flinty promise, “I’ll give you something to be sorry about.”
And her hand is moving, again: pulling her closer. Rose obviously takes no issue without moisture on her clothing, as long as Pearl isn’t the one putting it there. She lets the water rush over her chest a moment longer before lowering the spray: letting the heat play along the frail divots of her ribs. Her free hand joins, too -- claiming -- after a final parting pinch over Pearl's nipple.
"Turn around." The command in her voice could make rope stand upright. "Legs spread."