Chapter 3
The party would go one for at least two more hours. It was the same year after year. On Pearl birthday her parents would throw a huge party, and every year like clock work the birthday girl would have to sneak away. Not to say Pearl didn't love the attention. She liked the idea of a party more then the actual event. She loves the dresses, on her self and others. She loves live music and she loves to dance.
In reality most of the dresses looked better then they felt. They were made from the finest fabric, but they were too tight in some places and dug into others.
The music was to loud and the voices of of the guest merged into a ghastly noise no one else seem to notice. Dancing meant touching. And while Pearl was a very tactile with people she was close to, she hated the touching. She was stuck most of the night dancing with the sons of the rich and influential. There hands were sweaty and rough, pulling her flush to their chests. That close she could smell the last meal they ate and their pungent sweat.
Pearl left as soon as it was socially acceptable, and Garnet followed soon after. She knew that manor like her own hand. The sound of the party faded the farther she walked. She entered the room she was looking for without knocking. It was dark and cool. Pearl had thrown her self across the bed on her back. The top half of her dress was bunched around her hips, exposing her flush chest to the cool air.
Pearl gave her a tried smile but did not speak a word. That was fine. Garnet made her way over Pearl dresser and open the second drawer down on the right. Garnet pulled out an oversized shirt she kept their for sleep overs. She could feel Pearls eyes on her as she slipped of her own dress and shimmied it down her hips to the floor. She pulled on her pj and made her way back to the girl on the bed.
Garnet admired the dress Pearl had mostly off. It was a pale blue with gold high lights, hand beaded bodice and skirt. It also looked just as appealing on the girl as it did being removed.
"Hips." She promoted as she grabbed the bunched up fabric and tugged it down her legs. Pearl lifted her hips to help with the removal but made no further efforts to help. The dress joined Garnets In a heap on the floor.
Pearl was content in just her underpants. The bed creaked as Garnet joined her. "You didn't even open all your gifts yet." Pearls fingers had crossed the space between them and now danced along her hand and wrist. "I got to the important ones." That she had. Gifts from close friends and family covered Pearls desk. "I'm, sure there's a couple of pearl necklaces for you in the main hall" Pearl rolled toward Garnet and threw her arm across her belly.
"I hope not!" The words were grumbled in her shoulder. Garnet gave a rich chuckle in response. Pearls are nice but they didn't mean as much to her compared to the other gifts. Pearl had books on physics, geology, history and automobiles. All gifted by Rose and Greg who knew about Pearls passion for the subjects. On top of the books stood a river rock, Amethyst gave it to her along with a ratty second hand music book full of muggle pop songs.
The other gifts from the guests were all way the same things, petty show of wealth and power to buy favour with others of high standing. Garnet felt Pearl shift her weight again and settling on top of her own body. The girl felt like the wind could take her with no effort. She felt Pearl nose run over her collarbone as she got comfortable. Garnet ran her hand up and down the girls back. A content sigh was her reward. They drifted of to sleep, the faded sound of the party acting as a lullaby.