It's five a.m. the day after Mardi Gras, and I'm more than a little drunk, so please forgive my mistakes.
"Don't goooooooo," The leg around her waist tightened in an attempt to anchor her to the bed. She laughed and rolled over to face Amethyst.
"And who told you I was leaving?" she questioned playfully. An arm joined the leg around her waist and a mop of extraordinarily messy hair found its way to her face.
"Pearl, you always leave," stated the hair nest. Pearl pushed the hair away from Amethyst's face.
"I've got to get up."
"Ah ha! So you are leaving! Liar," Amethyst said as she pulled the covers over her head.
"Amethyst," Pearl sighed, tugging at the hem of the top blanket.
"No, just go. I can't bear to see you leave again," Amethyst said with a slight southern twang.
"Amethyst, stop being so melodramatic. I have get ready," she said. Realizing pulling the cover off was a lost cause, she joined Amethyst under it. "And I'd like a kiss before I go."
Amethyst scoffed before grabbing Pearl's hand and kissing her finger tips.
"There. Have a good day." She turned her back to Pearl.
Pearl slid her arms under and around Amethyst, spooning her.
"You know what I meant, Ame," she murmured in her ear, nipping the pierced lobe gently.
"Why do you have to get up so early?" Amethyst whined. "I just want to spend some time with you in the morning."
"I've got to get up and get Steven ready for daycare."
"Daycare doesn't open for two more hours."
"I also have to get ready."
"It only takes forty minutes for you to shower, eat, get Steven fed and ready, and get to daycare."
"I have to jog before work."
"Why?!"
"Because if I don't do it in the morning, I won't do it."
"Okay, fine," Amethyst finally resigned. She turned over and kissed Pearl sweetly on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Pearl replied, getting out of bed and stretching.
"If you want, I can get Ste-man ready for you," Amethyst offered.
"Are you sure?" Pearl asked. (It wasn't that she didn't trust Amethyst with Steven… Amethyst just had an interesting style when it came to picking his clothes. He went to daycare in a rainbow onesie with a tutu and a pair of cowboy boots once because "He picked it, Pearl! Was I supposed to say no?!" Steven was three months old.)
"Yeah, no prob. I'll even get Garnet to approve my fashion choices," Amethyst promised.
"That would be a big help, thank you," Pearl climbed out of the bed before Amethyst could find a way to make her stay.
Amethyst watched Pearl stride out of her bedroom before she rolled back under the blankets, burrowing into her pillows.
"Stupid jogging," she muttered, setting a new alarm on her phone so she could wake up in time to get Steven ready. "Maybe I should start jogging…"
She was interrupted by somebody sliding under the blankets with her, enveloping her in their arms.
"What are you doing, Pierogi? I thought you needed to jog."
"It's raining," came the reply from somewhere around her neck. Amethyst melted as lips met the joint of her neck and shoulder.
"I'm glad."
"I also called into work."
"Pearl! So bad," Amethyst said mockingly, turning in her arms.
"I'd rather spend the day with you, Steven, and Garnet."
"How sweet," Amethyst laughed, kissing her nose.
"And the morning, with you," Pearl said, peppering kisses across Amethyst's jaw.
"God, I love the rain."