"I bet they say the worst things about me, don't they?"

Yellow Diamond's long fingers travelled slowly along the curves and edges of Peridot's body in a single stroke.

"No, Madame. Not at all. We love you. All of us—"

One of those beautiful, elegant nails had snuck beneath the lace Peridot's underwear. So the smaller squeaked into the larger gem's thighs and curled even further into her lap.

There was a laugh like music. "I think I might be able to believe that you love me. Though, I wish you wouldn't lie." Those undergarments were pulled into a conflict with Peridot's knees until they became a twinkling light. The same hand that had just rendered her naked sat upon her hip. Then there was that feeling. "That being said, I can see why you would lie. I might lie to me too, if I had found myself in such a position."

Yellow Diamond's lips were just millimeters away from Peridot's neck.

The Queen exhaled against her subject's skin. Into a sigh that made a series of goose bumps across her body.

"I'll give you a kiss if you tell me one thing they say about me. So go ahead." Her voice created vibrations amongst those light green cells. "I think Yellow Bitch was always my favorite."

"I've never heard that!"

"Really? Never?" Somehow, her mouth drew nearer without contact. "What have you heard? I'm sure they've come up with something wonderful."

That feeling that—

"There's a rumor going around."

There was none other like it. Naturally, it didn't have a name.

"A rumor? Oh, you have to tell me."

"Well—"

It was kind of like this high, out of your head feeling; a fusion of emotions. Nervousness was one of them. Bliss…

Peridot's whole face was a darker shade of green. Yellow Diamond's palm sat upon her shoulder and stroked smoothly, again, to her hip.

"They—"

"Oh, the suspense. You must know that I won't be angry with you, Peridot."

Ecstasy.

"Especially when I know you'd never say anything bad about me." That smooth, beautiful hand snuck like silk between Peridot's legs. "You wouldn't, would you?"

"No, ma'am. Absolutely not."

Yellow Diamond stopped. "So what is it, then?"

"They say you—It's been said that when you blush your cheeks turn golden, Ma'am."

The Queen laughed again. "That's it?" And her lips came down and caught Peridot right beneath the jaw.

That feeling that makes you question reality. Because suddenly, it doesn't seem as tangible. Because you're floating out of your body in a pretty purple haze and scraping at the ceiling. Because Yellow Diamond's tongue is laced with whatever drug makes that happen.

And it's in your mouth.

And her gorgeous fingers are inside you.

And your whole body—

It just—

Their lips broke apart with a pop and a pretty string of saliva. Yellow Diamond's blond eyelashes brushed against Peridot's cheek.

"You might be pleased to find out that it's actually true."

She was buried into the knuckles.

"I do blush in gold."

Then Peridot was tripping on the Queen's mouth again. Even if her eyes had been wide open, she wouldn't have been able to observe her mistress or her potential golden cheeks. Her whole consciousness was reduced to a white hot steam, resting limp and intoxicated inside that never-ending pleasure of Yellow Diamond's arms.

Yes. That was it; that was the feeling.