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"Wish I didn't have to go, baby," Pearl had said, "But it's the family biz, y'know? Can't let my old man down." With that carefree smile of hers; the smile that told Marina not to worry, because she'd be back, like always. And it wasn't like she'd sprung it on her, either. No, they'd talked about it weeks in advance. Shifted their schedules around it. Planned for it.
Something nagged at the back of her mind. She pushed down the feeling of tightness twisting in her chest and sighed. Marina was a grown woman. She could deal with a little distance.
"It's crazy out here, Mar! I really gotta take you out here again sometime, you'd love it—but hey, I'll be back home real soon! Pops said we'd be done by Friday, and I can't wait to sleep in my own bed. And see you, of course," Pearl laughed.
Marina hummed, turning the page of the book she was reading. “I’ll be waiting with bated breath, Pearlie,” She mused.
The truth was that Marina missed her. Sorely. It was honestly rather pathetic. They’d been apart for all of about two days before her chest started to ache whenever she rolled over in bed to find it empty. She wouldn’t dare tell Pearl that, though. Making Pearl feel bad for simply doing her job was the last thing she wanted to do.
A muffled voice in the background on Pearl’s end called out.
“Ah, shit. Gotta go now. I’ll text you soon, ‘kay? Love you ‘Rina,” Pearl blew her a kiss through the receiver and hung up after Marina had said a weak goodbye.
The silence that followed was deafening. Marina set her phone down and her book fell shut, but her eyes were trained dimly on the window beside her. She sighed.
The next time Marina would hear from Pearl would be through a voicemail she'd left while she was sleeping. The message was from hours ago. Pearl hadn’t texted since.
She rubbed her eyes and hit play without a second thought, sinking back into the mattress with a heavy sigh.
“Hey boo—uh, good news and a bit of bad news. Which one you wanna hear first?” Pearl began. She paused. “Bah, who’m I kidding? The good news is we sealed a deal we’ve been sharkin’ after for a while. More Enperry collaborations and battle gear comin’ soon, that’s the secret insider scoop. Don’t tell nobody.”
Marina giggled to herself.
“Bad—ah, the bad news is… I’m gonna be out here another week. I’m sorry, baby I am.”
Her stomach instantly dropped. Like the dip on a rollercoaster, her gut churned with cold nausea.
“More family just came down and I—I gotta do all this reunion shit, ‘n now there’s all these people I gotta talk to as a Houzuki and not as Pearl, and that sucks . These people don’t know me, or us, or Off the Hook. I’m like, their grandchild or niece or cousin or some shit, it’s weird.” She audibly sighed.
“Cod I just–” Pearl shuffled around on the other end, grunting, “I just miss you. I wanna come home so bad, I really do. But I’m runnin’ outta time on this voicemail so, um… Call me back when you can. It’s probably already nighttime where you are, huh? Sleep well. I love you, honey.”
The voicemail ended with a tone. It asked her if she wanted to play it again. So she did.
And did.
And did.
Her hand drifted to the crotch of her shorts. The heel of her palm provided the barest of friction and yet her hips were already rising up to meet it every time that soundbite replayed in her mind again—I love you, honey—Pearl's voice was rough and tired and twisting around her like a vise.
Marina’s breath hitched as her hand dipped below the hem of her pyjamas. She slid her fingers over her sheath, already swelling and dribbling with pre, and pushed them between her folds. Thick slick collected on her fingertips and a jagged moan tumbled from her mouth when she grazed up against her clit.
She tried to imagine it was Pearl between her legs, her fingers working her open or her teeth scraping the skin of her thighs. Pressing cheeky kisses to her navel. Trailing her tongue down to where her base met her sheath, languidly swiping it through the slick.
“Fuck, you taste good,” She’d groan, that impish smile plastered across her face even with half of it buried between Marina’s thighs. “I could be here all night. Show this pussy just how much I love you.” And her fingers would dig harshly into her thighs, bound to leave spots of bruises for her to admire later.
It didn’t take her long at all. Frustrated tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she came, spilling over her cheeks softly the moment the exhausting clarity set in after.
This was pathetic. She was pathetic.
She just wished Pearl were here.
Marina was lonely.
That was the simple, inarguable truth.
It was frankly humiliating to see herself fall apart so easily when Pearl wasn’t around. It’d only been at most about a week. She knew Pearl was coming back, she knew it wasn’t a huge deal, and yet—
Here she was. Whining into the pillow she’d stuffed into her mouth and jerking her dick like the world was ending.
Pathetically.
Her tentacle squeezed and twisted with every thrust of her hips, slick and squelching with the mix of pre and lube she’d slathered over it, creating a gag-worthy constriction around her dick. She tried to pretend it wasn’t her own tentacle she was fucking; screwed her eyes shut and begged and prayed for it to be anything else, for the feeling of a hot body enveloping her shaft or a wet and wanting mouth instead. Her hips rutted and rutted and rutted against the mound of pillows and blankets she’d shoved herself up against, thoroughly soiling them in the process.
But her pleas went unanswered. Her release never came, always building and never releasing in a painful balance between pleasure and overstimulation.
With a frustrated groan, she reached over and snatched her phone up, unlocking it and immediately finding Pearl’s contact again. She’d no idea what time it must be for Pearl, too desperate to think that far, and pressed ‘call’.
It rang.
And rang.
She never really expected an answer. It kept ringing for what felt like forever, and she was ready to just give up and resign to her misery—until the receiver clicked.
She held her breath. There was some shuffling and grunting around on the other end of the line before;
" Mrgh... Mina? Wha—?"
Marina's chest seized. Pearl sounded tired.
"What'chu doin', baby? 'S like..." Pearl yawned, "One in the goddamn A.M. here. The hell time is it for you?”
“Early. Jus’ wanted—I just wanted to hear you,” Marina rushed out, full-body shuddering. “Missed you.”
Pearl made a curious noise. There was a shuffle and a sniffle as she sat up in her bed, holding the phone closer to her ear. “Yeah? I missed you too. Missed gettin’ to sleep in the same bed. Missed gettin’ to snuggle up when I get cold. Missed how y’smell,” She muttered, “But what’s got you bangin’ my line at this hour, huh?”
Marina chewed back a whimper. She gently resumed her motions, and repeated, “I just really missed you. It’s weird trying to sleep without you. Sorry for—for calling so early.”
Pearl considered her carefully for a tense pause. It tore her stomach into knots when she clicked her tongue, and said, “Ah. I see what’s goin’ on here.”
Marina jolted.
“Thought it was jus’ me, y’know.” She chuckled, and the sound filtered down the line so roughly it sent a rash of gooseflesh down Marina’s arms. “Couldn’t stand me being away for so long, huh?”
“M-Mhmm. It’s lonely without you,” She mumbled.
“Aw, boo. Been going half-crazy myself.” Satin rustled and Pearl grunted. “You touchin’ yourself?” She said rather bluntly.
Marina keened out a yes and shivered as she swiped her thumb over her dribbling tip.
“That's cute. Talk to me,” Pearl said, the words scraping down Marina’s spine. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m—I’m stroking myself,” She started, lower lip trembling. “Thinking of you. Your hands— mnh , your body. I miss it all so bad. Miss kissing you more than I should.”
“Ain’t nothin’ in this room but my hand. Fuckin’ knew I should’ve brought something,” Pearl murmured—and Marina’s breathing hitched. “Wanna kiss you ‘n cover you in marks to look at in the morning, and hide away before we go out.” Pearl said, sighing. “But I get to know they’re there. Only me.”
She whined. “You just like having everyone know ‘m yours.”
Pearl couldn’t help but laugh, a dry and rasping chuckle that slew the thick atmosphere with ease. “Mhm, that’s true. I very much do. When you get all cute ‘n flustered and try to hide behind your tentacles or in my neck—I can’t help it. Gets me goin’ like you wouldn’t believe.” Pearl’s breath was heavier now, broken up by an occasional grunt or a breathy moan.
Marina let out a whimper.
“I’d make you beg for me to touch you if I was there,” Pearl continued before she could demur. “I’d play with one of those gorgeous tentacles of yours while I watched you. I always love the way you squirm when I put a finger inside those suckers and run it around the rim just right…”
She gasped. A cold shock of heat flickered violently below her navel and suddenly just the slightest twitch of her hair had her writhing against the sheets. "Please,” Marina huffed, “Please touch me, Pearlie.”
Pearl hummed. “You can do better’n that, can’t you pretty girl?”
The noise that would've bled through the line was painfully desperate and shuddering. Marina curled in on herself, knees bunching together and squeezing tightly. “Oh, shit—shit, please. I need—I need more, I wanna feel your hands all over me, wanna suck on them when you make me come, please. Wanna be pretty for you.”
“Good. That’s good,” Pearl sighed, and if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine it—Pearl lounging on her back with a lazy hand between her legs while she talked out their scene into her ear in nothing but a breathy whisper. “I’d take you in my fist and stroke and tell you what a good girl you are for begging. Run my thumb over your tip, squeeze over that ridge on the bottom and make it hurt enough to feel good.” Marina groaned. Her hand moved to mimic, to great effect. “You’re a good girl, aren’tchu?”
She could’ve cried. “ Yeah —yes, I am, I’m a good girl,” She whimpered, weak, desperate words that made her own ears flick back with embarrassment. Her hips rocked forward into her hand and she swallowed a moan. “I’m your good girl.”
The phone was unfairly far away. She wanted to press her ear up against the speaker and hear every single little sound Pearl was making so badly .
“Pearl–my headset–be right back!” She scrambled over to snatch it up from her bedside table—her favourite, studio-grade quality—and slipped it over her ears. The ache in her chest lessened under the soothing pressure of the muffs. It was a much welcome comfort. They connected to her phone with a blip.
“You got your headphones on now baby?” Pearl’s voice turned to charcoal, hoarse and dry and still hot to the touch. The headphones only amplified her gravel-and-honey sound and sent her insides churning.
Marina sucked in through her teeth and nodded, “Yes—Yes, they’re on, fuck.”
“Good, good. You layin’ down? ‘Cause I am. Real comfy-like.”
“I am.”
Pearl huffed. “Fuckin’—Cod, I’m already so turned on f’you. What’re you wearing?"
Pearl was asking too much of her too quickly—forcing her to actually think in her state—and Marina whined with distress and frustration. “Just a singlet. Nothing else,” She said tightly, knees trembling with every sluggish pump of her hand. “What–what about you?”
Pearl hummed. “My boxers. The pink ones,” She said knowingly; aware of exactly what Marina thought of the pink boxers —tight in all the right places that let Marina see everything . Her mouth ran dry at the thought. “And your shirt. Betcha didn’t even know I swiped it. Been sleeping in it lately y’know, it still smells like you,” She sighed.
And that was a visual Marina could drown in. She whined, long and low and desperate.
“Hey, hey—I’m right here baby, we don’t gotta rush. Anything you want, just say it.”
But Marina can’t say it because she doesn’t know what she wants. She just wants. Wants to kiss her wife again, wants to feel her warm skin under her fingers, wants to see her in those fucking boxers in her fucking shirt—wants Pearl .
“I…” She started, stumbling, hand hovering over her writhing dick, “I want you to talk to me. Anything. Your day. Whatever you’re, ah! Thinking about. Anything. ”
“Mm?” Pearl made a curious noise. “I can do that. Let’s see… ‘M thinking about those pretty tits of yours—thinking ‘bout playing with ‘em between my fingers,” She sighed, heavy and deep in her chest, “Y’look really good like that, y'know? With my hands all over you?”
Well, fuck. Her tentacles seemed to like that idea—crawling up onto her chest, sliding their imprecise ends around her breasts and groping, sending a violent shiver down Marina’s spine.
“Yeah?” She mumbled, biting back a whimper as the tip of her tentacle grazed over her pebbled nipple.
“Yeah,” Pearl repeated, “Y’look even better with my hand between those pretty thighs—strokin’ that pretty, pretty dick or watchin’ you take my fingers knuckle-deep in that pretty cunt,” She rasped, and the hot iron coiled around her navel burned higher the more Pearl talked. Marina squeezed her cock a little tighter with a whiny groan, hips bucking up into her waiting palm.
“Or maybe both,” She continued, “Maybe I’d finger you open while I suck you off, get you nice’n ready for me while ‘m at it.”
Marina moaned. Guttural, shameless, and exactly what Pearl was fishing for.
“Yeah?” Pearl pushed, “You want that? C’mon, tell me, baby. Lemme hear you.”
“Yes, yeah— please, I want you so bad it hurts .” She slipped her other hand downward to drag a claw-tipped finger between her folds. Her clit throbbed, instantly aching at the thought of Pearl laying between her thighs. Of Pearl taking her into her mouth and pressing her thick fingers into her cunt, scissoring her apart and watching her crumble under her hands.
“Good, ‘cause I wanna fuckin’ destroy you tonight . ”
Marina traced two long fingers over her entrance in the way she imagined Pearl would, with barely any pressure just to tease before she’d press in unrelentingly and carve her open with a simple muscle movement. She gripped the base of her dick and gasped to stop herself from coming right on the spot as they easily slid to the knuckle.
“ Ah, oh Cod , fuck –I’m already close, ‘m so close Pearlie, I wanna come , ” Marina rambled, hips chasing the tightness of her fist and rocking upward in fervid, rhythmless strokes. She let out a reedy sob of a moan when she curled her fingers upward, jaw going slack as the coil curled tighter and tighter—
Pearl’s voice cut through her fever like a warm knife to butter.
“Stop.”
Marina froze.
“I want you to prep yourself for me. Don’t get yourself off, and don’t come. Okay?” Pearl ordered. A whine quickly built in her throat, and the denial was making her ache. “Now go open the closet. Get out my favourite—you know the one, don’tcha?”
All the breath in Marina’s chest left her in one harsh swoop. She stuffed down the unsatisfied ache and obeyed instead, sliding off the bed so quickly she nearly fell and stumbled around on her jelly-weak legs for the closet door. “Yeah–Yeah, I know. The pink one?”
Pearl made a pleased, honeyed hum and purred, “ Bingo. Aren’t you just so smart?"
Thank Cod she'd left lubricant in her bedside drawer. Marina was sure her legs would give if she tried to get up again. She uncapped the little tube and squeezed a glob onto her fingers, and shivered at the chill when she spread it between her folds. The stretch was gentler, only an extra finger to make a third, but she moaned all the same.
“Gonna have to stretch yourself a little more if you want that to fit,” Pearl lured. Eagerly, Marina’s knees edged further apart, and the extra give for her fingers wrought another moan from her chest. “How many?”
“Th–three,” She croaked.
Pearl groaned, “Shit, that’s hot. Think you’re ready yet?”
Marina hummed breathlessly. “Almost. A little… a– hah, a little more.”
The toy lay heavy against the side of her thigh. Her wrist dully ached every time she curled it down and stroked her fingertips against her walls, stretching herself open exactly the way Pearl directed. Indigo slick and lube practically pooled on the fabric beneath her.
“M’kay,” She mumbled after she felt ready enough, slipping her fingers free and wiping them against the sheets.
“Get it all ready for me. I can’t do it from here.”
She drizzled a probably excessive amount of lube down the pink shaft and slicked it up until it looked right. Staring at it now made her tummy turn in a decidedly pleasant way, just the mere anticipation burning her from the inside out.
"Now push it in real slow for me," Pearl drawled, feeding the flame. "Talk me through it."
Marina shuddered as she pressed it against her hole. "The— hah, 'm putting the tip in now." Her tentacles flicked with embarrassment and curled at their tips. She tried her best to get herself to relax to take it, and Pearl made an encouraging noise.
“Keep going baby. Just like I would if I was there,” She murmured.
“Fuck— oh , fuck , ” Marina choked on her own tongue as the first few inches sunk into her. “ Ngh, Pearlie, you’re—”
Pearl groaned, breathing out hard through her nose. “ Fu–ck… Attagirl, keep fucking talkin’ for me, baby . ” Marina could hear her getting herself off, each low moan accompanied by a slick sliding sound that fanned the fire in her gut.
“ Hmgh , so big—stretching me so good, Pearlie…” She bit back a whimper as she bottomed out, the tip resting solidly against her walls. "It’s– hah –not the same without you, though."
"I know honey, but we gotta make do. How'sit feel? You feel good?" Pearl shamelessly groaned into the phone, breath quick and laboured.
Marina swallowed a cry when her hips rocked and knocked it against her genesac. "Good. Cold. Full. So full . "
“Mm, yeah?”
“Yeah—you always do, hit me so right,” She croaked, “Can I move? Please, Pearl? I've been good, I—"
Pearl hummed, a low vibrating sound accentuated by a growl. "Slowly. Fuck yourself on it for me, slowly . I want you to feel it."
The dick rubbed against her sensitive walls when she drew it back out again. She could feel every inch of it as it moved through her, and another delicious shiver crawled up her spine.
"You touched yourself yet?"
Marina shook her head. "No,” She answered shakily.
“ Good .” Pearl's grin was audible. "I wish I was there. Then I could play with those gorgeous tits and bounce you on my dick like a good girl."
Marina's free hand took a handful of her breast and squeezed. Her thumb brushed over her painfully sensitive nipple and the sensation made her moan. Pearl’s hands were smaller than hers, sure, but they’re much thicker and much rougher, too. The thought burned a smouldering crater in her guts.
"Mh, wish you were here too. Our bed is so empty without you," She said, working the toy out and in again with slow, even thrusts. Her knees fell open a little more when it pushed tortuously against her sweet spot and for a second all the muscles in her legs snapped taut. “Ah–!”
Marina could feel herself hitting that peak again. She squeezed her eyes shut and a hapless moan tumbled from her lips as she drove the toy deeper again, pressing the silicon tip firmly against her genesac over and over again. Her lips parted with a soft cry when she tugged on her nipple especially hard, and she blubbered, “Pearlie I’m–I’m close, sweetheart I’m so close—”
“Did I say you could come?” Pearl challenged, dry and low.
“N–no! No, but—Pearlie please, ” Marina begged, a cold spike shooting through her gut, “ Please let me come, I’m good, I’ve been so good—!”
Of course, if it was Pearl, it was never that easy.
"Hold yourself off for me," She ordered with a bit of mischief in her tone. "Take it out."
She moaned. Pearl denied her again , and she sounded damn pleased with it too. Tears burned at the rims of her eyes as she slid the toy out again with a hiss, leaving the tip to rest heavy and slick on her puffy folds.
"That’s it—c'mon, come back down now. If you come, I'll have to punish you when I get home." Her lilt was thick and the sing-song way she spoke sent tremors racing through her chest. “And you don’t wanna be punished , do you?”
“No, no I—” Marina swallowed the whine creeping into her throat.
“That’s what I thought.”
So she waited. Waited for her breathing to even out again, waited for the tight-enough-to-snap feeling to fade and be replaced by an overbearing ache of emptiness. That was, until,
“You close anymore?”
Marina gave a full-body shiver. “ No."
Pearl hummed in response, a lazy sigh of pleasure audible through the phone. “Go on then, baby. Wanna hear you scream for me.”
The lube was cold again. The toy slid in with little resistance, right to the base, and the moan she let out was borderline pornographic. The sensation was overwhelming as the dildo pressed harshly against her abused genesac.
"Oh, 'Rina ."
Pearl was relentless. There was no off-switch when she really got going—She just never stopped , muttering and breathing those sharp and shooting words that left fresh heat blooming after every syllable. Marina could feel herself unravelling as she thrust her hips back against her hand.
“You sound so cute. Desperate. Like a little puppy,” She chuckled breathily, “My pretty puppy. Doesn’t that sound— hng!— sound nice? Bein’ my cute little pup. I’d take real good care of you,” Pearl purred, both deliriously tired and deliriously horny.
The proverbial yarn didn’t just unravel. It ignited.
“Fuck, fuck– fuck! Oh! ” She cried, her chest kicking with a wet sob. Tears flowed freely now, trickling down to mingle with the drool and drip of her nose. “Gonna come, please, please , can I?” She sniffled it all back and drove her head down against her pillow, and the muscles in her arm screamed with protest the longer she pistoned the silicone dick into herself.
“Fuck, Marina, that’s it. Get into it,” Pearl uttered amidst laboured moans, “Go on—come without even touchin’ yourself, baby. Cry for me.”
“ Thank yo—u… ” She hiccuped wetly and hilted the toy a final time, her hips snapping up off the mattress to meet the heel of her palm halfway.
Heavy ropes of thick blue landed hot on the sweaty skin of her tummy, accompanied by the most debauched, drawn-out croon of a moan. Slick gushed onto the sheets in a wet splatter and she went slack and weak against the bed, still trembling with the aftershocks of her high.
Pearl cursed as she came; a low, burning groan ripping from her throat. Marina could only gasp for air while she listened to the slew of strung-together nonsense babbling through her headset and the sound of Pearl’s hand slowing to a sluggish halt.
She let her eyes slip shut to focus on catching her breath. Blood roared in her ears, beating harshly against her pulse and leaving her lightheaded and dazed.
"You still with me, Marina? Was I too much?" Pearl asked.
Marina hummed softly in reply.
Pearl’s breath of relief filtered through her headphones. It made her ears flick tiredly.
She slid the toy out with a soft wince, suddenly sore and fluttering around nothing. A sudden chill made her shiver and the reality of her position set in with a squelch when she shifted on the bed. "Agh—now I need to clean up… So sticky…" Marina mumbled, “And wet . Weugh.”
Pearl whistled lazily. "Holy shit, honey, did you really squirt? That's so not fair if I missed that."
She eyed the soaked bedding guiltily. And opted not to answer to save her own dignity.
They stayed on the line together as they both cooled back down again, aimlessly rambling about each other’s weeks, among other things. Pearl told Marina about all the tiresome meetings and hand-shaking she’d been doing, as well as all the sights and people she’d been able to see and visit. Marina detailed the rather boring events of the days Pearl had been gone, which consisted of a lot of TV watching, reading and fiddling with musical projects.
“‘M gonna need a shower after I hang up. And a fresh set of sheets.” Marina dreaded the thought of having to move her body another inch.
“I can stay on the phone with you if you want,” Pearl yawned and softly grunted, likely stretching. “Just for a bit. Keep my baby company.”
Marina huffed, smiling lazily. “You’re very sweet, Pearlie. Are you sure you want to listen to a shower for twenty minutes? And then twenty more minutes of me trying to fit a sheet?”
“Anything for you.” Was her only reply.
Which proved to be a very motivating prospect. Chatting with Pearl always made tedious tasks pass faster or lonely activities much nicer. It was an added bonus to no longer stink of sweat and sex, though.
“Can’t wait to get home, though,” Pearl said as she settled back into her fresh sheets, dry and tired. “I miss you.”
Marina sniffed. Her eyes burned a little bit. “Yeah. Miss you too. Feels like we haven’t been apart this long in forever.”
There was a beat of quiet.
“Few more days, honey, and I’ll be there,” Pearl murmured. “I’ll fuck you forreal . Promise.”