The limo was finally pulling up to this gargantuan of a house. Amethyst was surprised that the whole thing was still intact. They were in New York, after all. It had to be the prime target for thieves and mercenaries.
From the front, it looked absolutely gorgeous. The courtyard had a fountain in the middle of the walkway, four dolphins representing the four main directions of the globe. On the left and right of the fountain was a beautiful garden, rose bushes lining the walkways. And the gate was just as huge in proportion to the house, its intricate designs seeming to be crafted masterfully by hand. And the walls around the building were large as well. Anyone would need an aircraft to get across them. It looked just like any stereotypical mansion, but it seemed to glow, somehow.
Amethyst was pretty impressed, to say the least.
"You got some sweet digs, Peri." She whispered in awe as Jasper pulled up to the gate.
Peridot didn't mind the use of this nickname this time. It was worth it to see Amethyst so enraptured.
Jasper stepped out of the vehicle, standing to the side of the gate. There was number pad and some sort of scanner, most likely for hand prints. Amethyst's assumption was right, because after Jasper punched in a series of numbers on the keypad, the scanner lit up. Jasper put her hand on the pad after removing her glove. Once she was recognized, a panel opened up next to the scanner, revealing another, smaller scanner for the eyes. Amethyst stopped watching in boredom.
"What's with all this security shit?" Amethyst asked Peridot, who wrinkled her nose in indignation.
"My foster parent is very protective." Peridot said as she adjusted her glasses. "Though I was the one who installed the security system in the first place." Amethyst couldn't believe her.
"You're not serious." Amethyst said with a chuckle, but the look on Peridot's face made Amethyst a little.. uncomfortable. "Oh shit, you are serious."
"Yes, I am." Peridot said with a sigh. They felt the limo start to move again, and Peridot began to explain. "I was adopted by this family when I was thirteen. The woman who came to the orphanage saw me turn a box television into an HD quality screen just by using the front desk lady's iPhone. She was impressed.. and I was happy to get some recognition, but.."
Peridot paused here, staring out the window. She seemed to be deep in thought. Amethyst spoke up instead.
"Hey, you said to not ask you about your past, so you don't gotta talk about it, okay?"
Peridot had a small smile on her face at this. Amethyst's reputation as a kind soul was really something to believe in.
The limo stopped once again, and after a few seconds, the door to the limousine opened to allow Peridot and Amethyst to exit. Peridot stepped out first, helped by Jasper. Amethyst refused the hand of aid as she followed. That was just fine with Jasper.
"So where is your mom, anyway?" Amethyst asked Peridot, but Jasper was the one that answered.
"Yellow Diamond is on a business trip to Italy. She won't be back for a few weeks, at the very least."
"So her first name is Yellow?" This just got better and better. First, everyone Amethyst met had the name of some sort of gem, including herself, but now fucking colors were involved?
"Yeah. It's weird to me, too." Jasper admitted, opening the door to the mansion. She stepped to the side, allowing Peridot and Amethyst to enter the building. The inside was just as extravagant as the outside.
"The maid will lead you to Miss Diamond's room. If you need me, I'll be in the guest house." Jasper informed, then closed the door.
"There's a guest house?" Amethyst asked Peridot, who leaned against the wall.
"It's behind the mansion. It's about a fourth the size of it. Still, it's pretty big."
"I bet." Amethyst couldn't even dream about living in this mansion, let alone a house that's just a fraction of the mansion's size. "Anyway, who's this maid of yours? She hot?"
"She is attractive, yes." Peridot smiled, seemingly lost in thought. "I had the biggest crush on her when I was first adopted, but it just wouldn't work out. First of all, we were both barely in our teens."
"Yeah, romance is hard at that age."
"When we got older, we just decided to be friends. It's better that way." Amethyst nodded. It was the same way with herself and Vidalia.
"There she is." Peridot stood up straight from the wall, looking toward the stairs in the middle of the grand hall that lead up to the second floor.
Down the stairs came a girl of average height, her hair a dark black. She was dressed in a simple maid outfit, wearing a black dress with a long white apron. She immediately threw all formalities aside, wrapping her arms around Peridot in a quick, tight hug. Pulling away, the maid gave her employer a very stern look.
"I made dinner five hours ago. You said you were gonna be late, but seriously Peri. Do you even know what time it is?"
"Oh, you call her that too." Amethyst stated, but was ignored by the maid, who continued to stare Peridot down. She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.
"Well, Lapis, um.. ten-thirty?"
"It's almost twelve."
"Oh."
Amethyst just laughed, not believing that Peridot really didn't know it was so late when she came to hire her. Lapis sighed, turning her attention to Amethyst. Her facial expression softened in politeness, her hands clasped in front of her as she gave a little bow.
"Hello. Miss Diamond has talked a lot about you. I hope you will treat her well tonight."
"Talked about me?" Amethyst asked, smirking at Peridot. Peridot blushed deeply, averting her eyes. "How long have you been watching me, huh?"
"Oh, just.. just a few days." Peridot chuckled nervously, and Lapis cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"A few days? But yo-"
"Okay, that's enough with the introductions!" Peridot said loudly, grabbing Amethyst's hand and leading her upstairs. "Just put the dinner in the fridge, Lapis, I'll eat it for breakfast. Have a good night!"
Amethyst was just as confused as Lapis was, but it wasn't her place to ask questions. It was obvious that Peridot had watched her for a longer amount of time, but she must have her reasons for lying. Maybe she just didn't want to seem like a stalker.
As the two girls walked up the stairs and through the hallways of the mansion, Amethyst found the place to be much bigger on the inside. She stared in awe at the artwork adorning the walls, and the many doors as well. Peridot answered Amethyst's silent question.
"My foster mother likes to feel extravagant. No one lives in these rooms, but they're all fully furnished. They all even have their own separate bathroom."
"Maybe your mom would let me live here if I fuck her."
"That's the first thing that you think about?" Peridot asked in disbelief, to which Amethyst shrugged.
"I'm a hooker. Can you blame me?"
"I guess not.. but just remember, you're mine for the night." Amethyst let out a low whistle. She thought that Peridot's words were actually pretty sexy.
Peridot lead Amethyst to the end of one particular hallway, which happened to be at the back of the building. She opened the last door on the right, which opened up to reveal... a rather plain looking room.
The walls were painted green, and the bed had green sheets, but other than that, it didn't look nearly as extravagant as the rest of the mansion. The most expensive thing in the room was probably the flat screen T.V on the wall which some game systems were connected to.
"For a rich girl, you look like you live pretty cheaply. I expected some sort of epic massage bed, or something." Amethyst commented.
"I prefer to live comfortably. I was most comfortable in the orphanage, and this is the closest to it that my foster mother would allow."
Amethyst could understand that. She only felt comfortable when living on her own conditions, but she believed that the orphanage she used to live in brought out that side of her. Personality originated in the child, they say.
"Alright. So we gonna get started or what?"
This was the moment that Peridot was anticipating... and dreading. She took a deep breath, taking a seat on her bed. Amethyst stood, allowing Peridot to move at her own pace. After a few seconds of silence, Peridot answered Amethyst's question.
"I.. don't know what to do. You know that already, though."
"Yeah, I guessed as much." Amethyst was here to please her customer. That didn't mean she couldn't be blunt and straight forward. She sat beside her client on the bed, placing a gentle hand on her thigh. Back and forth across Peridot's leg she went, in an attempt to comfort and hopefully arouse the rich girl. "If you want.. you can just lay back and let me work my magic. You don't have to do a thing."
The hand on Peridot's leg did comfort her, if just a little. She took another deep breath, a small smile on her face.
"I think that would be for the best. Be gentle?"
"Yeah. Yeah, of course."
Amethyst stood from the bed, stripping her purple sweater from her body, shaking the hair from her face afterwards. Her hair was dyed a pure silver, but the natural color was more of a brunette. She felt this look suited her better, anyway.
A blush grew on Peridot's face when she saw that Amethyst was just wearing a black tank top under her sweater. In this freezing weather, she expected Amethyst to at least have on a tee shirt. Her blush grew even darker when Amethyst slowly brought her hands to Peridot's glasses, removing them.
"These will just get in the way." Amethyst said, her voice now low and sensual. She placed the glasses on the dresser under Peridot's television. Slowly, Amethyst placed her hands on Peridot's shoulders. She whispered, her voice stimulating.
"Close your eyes."
Peridot's eyelids suddenly felt heavy. It was as if Amethyst's words were part of a spell, and Peridot was captured in the magic. She closed her eyes.
It felt as if an eternity could pass and the she wouldn't even know it. Her thoughts were jumbled with questions. What's she going to do? She felt Amethyst's hands slowly move to her neck, fingers dancing across the sensitive skin, leaving Peridot in a shivering state. Her fingers feel nice. One of the hands rested on Peridot's cheek, the other making it's way to the back of Peridot's neck. When is it going to happen?
Peridot didn't need to wait long for the answer to her last question. She felt some sort of flesh push against her mouth. She desperately wanted to open her eyes, to see what Amethyst was doing, but she couldn't. She was told to close her eyes, so she did.
The soft flesh against her mouth opened slightly, gently taking Peridot's bottom lip in the opening.
Then it felt as if her lips was being suckled on.
Peridot felt her throat tighten. She heard herself let out a soft moan. What was Amethyst doing?
Just as slowly as the action took to begin, it ended even more quickly.
"Alright. Open your eyes and tell me how you feel."
Peridot obediently did what she was told. Her eyes fluttered opened, and she only just realized that her left hand had rested itself on Amethyst's side. She pulled her hand away, surprised with herself. Was she really that comfortable during... whatever just happened?
Seeing Peridot's reaction, Amethyst immediately put two and two together.
"I was just your first kiss, wasn't I?"
"That was a kiss?" Peridot asked, unintentionally answering Amethyst's question. Amethyst just nodded, smiling goofily. She actually found this rather adorable.
"Well, I'm honored to be the object of so many 'firsts' for you."
"Can.. can we continue?" Peridot rather liked the kiss, even if she didn't know exactly how it made her feel. It was so foreign, so.. new.
Amethyst nodded, once again putting her hands on Peridot's shoulders. She pushed gently, and Peridot leaned backwards, allowing Amethyst to crawl on top of her.
Amethyst's silver hair draped across the side of her face, some stray strands tickling Peridot's cheek. She was completely enraptured with Amethyst. Copying what she had done earlier, Peridot brought a hand to cup Amethyst's cheek.
Slowly, steadily, Amethyst allowed herself to fall downward, bringing hers and Peridot's lips together again.
Peridot closed her eyes once more, but this time, she was completely aware that she was kissing Amethyst.
And she fucking loved it.
