Pearl sat motionless; her hands fastened intently to her knees. The house was empty – Steven was still on his little playdate, Garnet and Amethyst had taken off to try and win the bet, and she was left by herself to figure out just how she was going to even begin with this stupid, stupid bet. At first, she had thought to go down to the Big Donut, as the former Mayor Dewey had been acting strange around her in such a way that she expected at least SOME form of hormonal attraction. But that man was far too strange for a task like this. He was so…sweaty. No, instead, she'd use on of her phone numbers. She had so many of them stored in her inner pocket dimension, she just chose whatever one looked the most appealing.

As she sat there, eyes unblinking, listening to the steady ticking of Steven's cat clock, she noticed a newer noise; the distant, then close, rumble of a motorcycle engine, followed by heavy boots clanking up the house stairs. Pearl gulped, blushed her signature shade of blue, ran a cursory hand over her hair (a pointless exercise, since she could physically restructure her hair as she pleased), and rushed towards the door. However, she was bet to it by the visitor on the other end, who was rather surprised to be staring down a pointy nose. The nose itself was attached to a rather flustered looking gem.

The pink-haired girl grinned.

At once, Pearl righted herself and gestured inside. "Please come in! Do make yourself at home!"

The pink-haired girl did so, placing her helmet beside her after sitting on the couch. Pearl, meanwhile, was pacing back and forward and gesticulating wildly, all the while refusing to make eye contact. The girl watched her, still grinning.

"Now, I must admit that I am not what someone native to Earth would call outright familiar with, uh, your mating rituals. In fact, I am still very apprehensive to peruse the whole fad of digesting food, it's very complicated, as you might know. Who am I kidding, of course you know! You were born with those organs for god's sake! You all were! It's like learning to walk or ride a bicycle, your organics just do what comes naturally! It's not so natural for people like me! No matter how many books I've studied or unsettling instructional videos I found on the internet, I'm still not entirely certain how to approach this, or even instigate such an advanced, meaningful—"

Pearl was interrupted by the pink-haired girl grabbing her by both the shoulders and kissing her deeply. Tho she didn't talk much, her actions were saying more than Pearl's ramblings ever could. Suddenly the little nagging voices inside Pearls head fell silent. This was an entirely new sensation. So was being pushed on to the table, knocking over several delicate items. Normally Pearl would be sent into a panic and begin manically tidying. But right now, she was absolutely lost in the sheer warmth her partner was giving off. This was passion the likes that she'd only felt in the heat of battle and pride in Rose's resistance. Every time she would try to go back to explaining how woefully inexperienced, she was, the pink-haired girl would do something to shut her back up again. She would gently stroke the back of her neck, or pin pearl down onto the couch, or more front and centre, rip off her own shirt to reveal the fact she'd neglected to wear a bra.

From what Pearl had crammed during her readings, she knew full well that these organs were incredibly sensitive. This was proved correct when she reached for them and the pink-haired girl let out a low moan. Suddenly full of a foolhardy bit of courage, she pushed her down to the couch and decided to put on a little show, something she knew these humans liked too.

Instead of enveloping herself in a form entirely of blinding hot light as she reformed, Pearl went slow. This what they had called a 'striptease'. Sensually as possible (something that never came naturally but she persisted with nonetheless), ribbons of light peeled away her ballet flats, her jacket, her pants, her shirt. Underneath it all was a newer form that she'd tried to get as close as possible to the models she'd seen in her books; her breasts were there despite being close to being flat chested, a pair azure nipple on each of them. No pubic hair to speak of, but a very pronounced yellow clit sitting neatly above her vulva. Her portions were equal to that of a Russian ballerina, and twice as pretty.

"I hope I've got it right." Muttered Pearl, still not entirely able to look at her. But she had got it right, and the pink-haired girl was going to let her know. Laying her back on the couch, she kissed down Pearl's form, going over her breasts, down her stomach, until she finally reached her centrepiece. Pearl's attempt at proper Terran biology was successful, because as she felt the hot wet tongue move up and down her, sending tiny jolts of a fuzzy warmth and a strange tingling sensation through her every inch, she began to understand why humans would become so preoccupied with these rituals of theirs. She understood why Steven went out of his way to make time for Connie, and why that strange mail boy was writing letters to Garnet, and how Greg, nothing more than a down and out musician, managed to steal away her leader, her idol –

"Rose!"

Pearl buckled, shook violently, her form wavered and rippled. She spluttered out a gasp from deep within her, despite not needing air. If anything was in the way of her legs, they would've been sent into orbit. To someone with a decent eye she'd appear to be letting off a thin layer of smoke. Her tongue stuck out, her eyes rolled back, and she went limp, gurgling in a state of pure ecstasy only a creature like a filthy organic could ever hope to reach. She was well and truly spent.

Silently, the pink-haired girl sat up, slotted her shirt back on, fixed her hair and glanced down at the soaked heap of gem that was laying on the couch. She stuck up her thumb and pinkie finger and held the hand to her ear. The universal gesture or 'call me'. And she left.

Pearl heard the door closing, the thudding of boots down the steps, and the revving of a motorcycle engine as it hummed off into the distance. But she didn't necessarily perceive them. She was still far away in her own place, making what she (in a tamer state) would call 'filthy' noises. Through the gurgling and nonsense words, as the Pearls in her head were racing around trying their best to reorganize a mind shattered by pleasure, she whispered again, this time sadder;

"Rose."