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The first thing Marina senses when she wakes up is the snug grip around her waist and the warm breath brushing against her shoulder blades. She’s not quite sure how she ended up in this position, but honestly, it’s pretty typical of Pearl to cling to her back during sleep. Marina thinks it’s adorable—Pearl’s not tall enough to rest her face against Marina’s neck like she does, so instead she presses her cheek into her back, and their legs get tangled up.
As far as Marina knows, today’s a free day for them. No schedule, no rush—just sleeping in or lounging around in bed all day. She’s definitely down for that—lately, things have been hectic with all their gigs, studio time, and management tasks she’s taken on. She loves their crazy life, wouldn’t change it for anything, but even she has to admit they need a breather sometimes.
Her focus shifts back to Pearl, still glued to her back, and she smiles. Marina reaches down and runs her fingers along Pearl’s forearms before curling her hands over hers. Gently, not wanting to wake her, she loops her fingers around Pearl’s left wrist and tugs softly. She’s always played with Pearl’s fingers during quiet moments, and today’s no different. Her own fingers quickly find Pearl’s engagement ring that simple light pink with small teal and pink stones that she never takes off when she sleeps.

That ring the only one Pearl keeps on at night. Everything else gets tossed haphazardly into a jewelry box or on the nightstand, but that ring stays. It’s her promise to Marina — through every twist and turn, she’s theirs. It always tugs at Marina’s heart, and now’s no different as she gently twists the ring around Pearl’s finger.
She doesn’t keep track of how long she’s been staring at Pearl’s hand; she just loves the moment. Almost catches her off guard when Pearl’s fingers twitch. A raspy grumble escapes from behind her, and Marina realizes Pearl’s finally waking up.
Pearl doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, she inhales deeply against Marina’s skin, savoring her scent. Then, she leans in to give a few sweet kisses to Marina’s back, her fingers softly curling around Marina’s hand. Her little hearts flutter.
“How long you been awake?” Pearl’s voice is rough, her hand slipping under Marina’s shirt to tease her belly.
“Mm,” Marina mumbles, her own voice hoarse from sleep. “Not sure. Not long?”
“That’s good.” Pearl hums, somewhat sleepy. “What’s today look like?”
“Hopefully… nothing,” Marina replies with a grin.
“Same here,” Pearl says, resuming her gentle kisses. Marina wants to see her pretty face so badly, but the soft kisses on her back keep her from moving. Her tentacles curl happily, giving Pearl space to scoot up and start pressing kisses to Marina’s neck.

When Pearl’s lips make contact with that special spot between her neck and shoulder, Marina’s shoulders shoot up from the ticklish sensation. She giggles, and Pearl chuckles along. Instead of pulling back, she presses her face closer and deepens the kisses, turning the giggles into louder, open-mouth laughs.
“Pearl!” Marina squeals, trying to hold back her laughter.
“What, ‘Rina?” Pearl teases with a grin.
“You’re bein’ an ass!” Marina grumbles.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Pearl smirks before leaning in to press a kiss to Marina’s ear. Marina gasps; that’s the last straw. She lets go of Pearl’s hand and gently pushes her away.
Pearl laughs, clearly enjoying herself. “Sorry, babe. Couldn’t help it.”
Marina rolls her eyes and turns away, muttering, “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Before she can settle back into her spot, Pearl suddenly shifts and pulls her onto her back.
“C’mon, Marina,” Pearl says, her golden eyes shining despite the bags under them from all the late nights. She’s got that familiar cute smile. Her gaze drifts down, taking in her chest — still mostly bare, teal barbels and all.
“My eyes are up here, gorgeous,” Pearl chuckles, tilting her head.
“I know,” Marina replies, her gaze steady. Pearl scoffs playfully.
“You know…” Pearl smirks, then swings her leg over Marina’s hips, straddling her. “I could make it up to you.”
Marina raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm,” Pearl hums, sliding her hands up Marina’s torso and pushing her camisole up.
“Alright, Houzuki,” Marina says, teasing as she glides her hands along Pearl’s forearms. “I’ll indulge.”
Pearl exhales through her nose, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s soon to be Houzuki-Ida,” she says, leaning down to press her lips to Marina’s.
Marina’s cheeks flush as she’s caught off-guard by the mention of their combined last name. She quickly reciprocates, tilting her chin as Pearl’s tongue slips into her mouth. They melt into a passionate kiss — Marina’s hands cradle Pearl’s face as she pokes her tongue teasingly against her lips. Pearl eagerly opens her mouth wider, licking inside, and Marina can’t help but moan.
“You sound so pretty in the morning, babe,” Pearl whispers once they break apart. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Pearlie,” Marina breathes, her smile wide and genuine.
Pearl buries her face in Marina’s neck, giving soft kisses of love. Marina’s tentacles curl behind Pearl’s neck, holding her close. Pearl starts easing her hands over Marina’s chest, pushing the fabric of her top aside. A shiver runs through Marina when Pearl’s thumb brushes against her pierced nipple, prompting a quiet squeak.

“Does that feel good?” Pearl murmured, her lips brushing close to Marina’s heated ear.
Before Marina could respond, Pearl’s teeth grazed her skin in a soft bite, pulling a sharp gasp from her.
“Y-Yeah,” Marina breathed, her voice low and thick with pleasure.

Pearl gave a pleased hum, trailing lower until her mouth wrapped around a peaked nipple. Marina cried out, her hand tangling in Pearl’s hair to hold her there.
“Gods… Pearlie…” she panted, eyes fluttering half-shut.

Pearl glanced up with a playful wink, and Marina almost groaned at the smugness of it — but she couldn’t deny how effective Pearl’s teasing was. The smaller girl shifted again, slipping an arm under her to press a palm against the bare curve of her waist. The touch lit sparks across Marina’s body — Pearl knew exactly where to touch.

Her fingers wandered lower, sliding between Marina’s thighs and stroking lightly. Marina’s hips lifted on instinct, desperate for more, and Pearl’s thumb brushed her clit — white-hot sparks of pleasure bursting through her veins.

“F-Fuck,” Marina whispered, her voice trembling as her breath caught.

Pearl keeps her lips near Marina’s ear. “You good?” she asks with a teasing lilt.
Marina can only nod, overwhelmed by the pleasure building inside her.
Pearl dips her fingers inside, curling with purpose. Marina’s body jerks and moans loudly. Pearl presses her second finger in, deep and steady. Marina’s head tips back, her breath hot on Pearl’s skin.
“How’s that feel?” Pearl purrs.
Marina’s response is a muffled grunt, but her body says it all. Pearl’s rhythm pushes her closer to the edge, and she’s trembling with anticipation.
“Almost there,” Pearl mumbles, working her magic.

Pearl’s smirk widened as she worked her thumb in slow, deliberate circles, her other fingers teasing at Marina’s entrance but never quite giving in. The denial made Marina whine, hips rolling helplessly, desperate for more.

“Pearl…” she gasped, her voice breaking as her thighs trembled. “Please…”

“Please what?” Pearl teased, her voice husky, hot breath fanning across Marina’s skin. She nipped lightly at her breast again, tongue flicking over the swollen peak.

Marina’s nails dug into Pearl’s scalp, tugging her closer. “Don’t— don’t tease me right now,” she begged, her body arching into every touch.

Pearl chuckled against her, then finally slid two fingers inside. The stretch made Marina cry out, her head falling back, lips parted around a moan that rattled in her chest. Pearl’s pace started slow, deliberate, curling her fingers in just the right spot while her thumb never stopped circling.

“Gods, you’re dripping for me,” Pearl muttered, her own arousal thick in her voice. “You love it when I do this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Marina gasped, her voice breaking into a cry as Pearl’s fingers curled deeper. “Fuck, Pearlie— yes!”

Pearl pressed a kiss to her sternum before dragging her tongue lower, the vibration of her hum sending shivers through Marina’s entire body. Her mouth hovered over the slick heat between Marina’s thighs, and she glanced up with that same wicked grin.

Marina could barely breathe, her whole body trembling as she realized what Pearl was about to do.

Then Pearl’s tongue traced a slow line upward, deliberate and unhurried. The first touch sent a strangled cry spilling from Marina’s lips, her fingers tightening in Pearl’s hair until her knuckles ached.

“Pearlie—” she gasped, the name breaking apart into a moan as Pearl licked again, firmer this time, her tongue moving in lazy strokes designed to unravel her inch by inch.

Marina’s hips jerked, but Pearl’s free hand pressed down against her stomach, holding her in place, forcing her to take every wave of sensation. “Stay still for me,” Pearl murmured against her, her words sending vibrations that made Marina’s whole body jolt.

She tried—oh, she tried—but every drag of Pearl’s tongue, every circle, every flick made her thighs tremble harder, her chest heaving as broken sounds tumbled out of her throat. Her world narrowed to heat and pleasure, to the wet sounds between them and Pearl’s relentless mouth.

“Gods, I— I can’t,” Marina choked out, voice shivering. But her hips kept rising to meet Pearl anyway, betraying her desperation.

Pearl only hummed in response, doubling her pace, and the added vibration shot through Marina like lightning.

Pearl’s tongue moved with maddening precision, slow and deliberate one moment, then quick flicks that made Marina’s thighs snap shut around her the next. Every time Marina thought she might tip over, Pearl eased back just enough, pulling a whine from deep in her chest.

“Please,” Marina begged, her voice raw, shaking. She tugged at Pearl’s hair like she could anchor herself, her hips rolling helplessly. “Pearlie, I need—”

Pearl’s chuckle vibrated against her, sending sparks racing up her spine. “Need what?” she taunted, never giving her the rhythm she craved, always keeping her teetering on the edge. Her thumb pressed tighter at just the right spot, making Marina cry out, but again Pearl slowed at the last possible second.

Marina’s head thrashed back and forth against the pillow, sweat dampening her hairline. Every nerve in her body felt strung too tight, trembling with unbearable want. “You’re— you’re torturing me,” she gasped, her voice broken between sobs of pleasure.

Pearl pulled back just enough to let cool air graze over sensitive skin, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “I like watching you fall apart,” she said softly, voice low, dripping with hunger. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

The words alone nearly undid her, heat spiraling so sharply she whimpered, thighs quaking as if her body was already trying to give in. But Pearl wasn’t finished.

She returned to her task with merciless teasing—long, languid strokes that made Marina shudder, sudden flicks that pulled helpless cries, suction that sent her arching off the bed. Pearl kept her trapped on the precipice, denying release again and again until Marina’s body was trembling uncontrollably, her voice reduced to incoherent pleading.

“Pearl— gods, please, I can’t—” Marina sobbed, every muscle tensing, her chest heaving as though she’d shatter if Pearl didn’t let her go soon.

And Pearl, watching her unravel, looked utterly delighted.

Pearl’s grin widened as she watched Marina’s body quake, her pleas dissolving into sobs of pleasure. For a heartbeat longer, she held back, savoring the sight of Marina trembling, desperate, undone beneath her.

Then, with a low hum of satisfaction, she gave in. Her tongue moved with purpose now, fast and relentless, her thumb circling tight and perfect in sync.

The effect was instant—Marina’s cry tore out of her throat, raw and desperate, her hips jerking so hard Pearl had to pin her down with both hands. “Oh fuck—Pearlie!” she screamed, her whole body bowing up off the bed as if she’d been struck by lightning.

Pearl didn’t let up. She kept her mouth pressed firm, lapping, sucking, working her over with ruthless precision. Marina’s thighs clamped around her head, trembling violently, but Pearl only growled against her, the vibration sending shockwaves that pushed Marina higher, higher—

Until she broke.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, ripping the breath from her lungs. Marina’s vision went white, her body convulsing as pleasure consumed her, spilling out of her in ragged moans and sobs of Pearl’s name. She clutched desperately at Pearl’s hair, at the sheets, at anything she could hold onto as her body shook uncontrollably.

Pearl held her through every pulse, drinking in every sound, every shudder. Only when Marina was left trembling, boneless and gasping for air did she finally ease off, pressing soft, lingering kisses to overheated skin.

When Marina finally managed to open her eyes, Pearl was looking up at her with that smug little smirk, her chin glistening, eyes burning with triumph.

“Out of control, just like I wanted,” Pearl whispered, kissing her thigh before crawling up her body.

Marina could only laugh weakly, still breathless, as she pulled Pearl into a shaking embrace.