Amethyst felt like a ninja as she crept past a sleeping Greg on the couch and then Steven's room. She stepped slowly and deliberately up the stairs, the sounds of her feet muffled by the thick woolen socks she wore. She sidled past her own bedroom, pausing only the grab a change of clothes, and then quickly past Garnet's, who kept the door slightly open in case Steven started crying (not like Pearl didn't have fifty baby monitors). She quietly ducked into the bathroom, taking a shower as quickly and quietly as she could. She mopped the majority of the water from her hair, leaving the lilac mess damp, before brushing her teeth and leaving the bathroom. Then, she came to her biggest task, one she had never successfully completed.
Getting into bed with Pearl without waking her up.
Amethyst was very glad that Pearl was such a wonderful and patient (to a point) person, because of the five nights a week that Amethyst worked, she woke Pearl up every morning when she came in.
At first she had suggested that she just wouldn't sleep with her when she worked, and Pearl had gotten pretty upset, insisting that it really didn't bother her to wake up, that she liked knowing that Amethyst had gotten home safely, and, added in a very quiet voice, that she really slept better with Amethyst beside her.
That was all it took for Amethyst to make getting into Pearl's bed a nightly game.
Now Amethyst turned the doorknob ever so slowly, praying for the hinges not to squeak as she pushed in. After she had stepped inside and softly shut the door behind herself, she tiptoed across the room like the floor was a minefield, careful not to step on a creaky floorboard. Her efforts had all paid off when she managed to get a glimpse of her sleeping Pearl, hair splayed out on the pillow like an angel, drool hitting the pillow like a dripping faucet. Her heart warmed.
Amethyst got into the bed, under the blankets, painstakingly slow, confident that she had done it. She got into bed without waking up Pearl.
She took a second to bask in the glory.
"Good morning, clobber-foot." Pearl smirked at her as she whipped her head to the side.
"What?! I was sooo quiet, P! I didn't make a peep!" Amethyst proclaimed, rolling onto her side to face Pearl.
"Amethyst, you let the screen door slam and I heard you singing in the shower. Garnet texted me to tell you to be quiet," Pearl told her, still smirking. She scooched over closer to Amethyst, one arm draped over her middle, the other brought to her face to stroke her cheek.
"But I was a ninja," Amethyst said, crestfallen. Pearl touched the tip of her nose.
"I know, honey, I heard you humming the Mission Impossible theme."
"Aw," Amethyst sighed, resigning herself to failure.
"There's always tomorrow," Pearl offered. Amethyst sighed again and kissed her. Pearl kissed her back, pulling away to peck kisses down her neck down to the collar of her shirt.
"You should go back to sleep, Pearl, you have to get up in a little while," Amethyst said, adding "and I don't want to have to finish what you start" with flirty eyebrow waggle.
Pearl kissed her again before turning onto her stomach to sleep. Amethyst lay on her side, hand absently moving up and down the slope of Pearl's spine.
"I love you, P," she whispered after a few moments.
"I love you, too, Ame," Pearl mumbled back, already half asleep. Amethyst smiled at the sight of her girlfriend, and then closed her eyes, letting herself be lulled to sleep by the sound of Pearl's breathing and the raindrops hitting the roof.