Pearl's Gift

>Pearl gets a present she loves from Anon


>It's a perfect day at the beach.
>Light ocean breeze, warm sun, cool sea spray. Absolutely flawless.
>You only wait a few moments before that familiar light fills the windows of the house beneath the great temple.
>2 whole minutes before she said to meet her at the exact spot you're standing.
>Damn she's prompt.
>She exits the quaint kitchen door with a titter and musical hum. She turns to see you standing down in the sand and lights up like the full moon.
>"Oh, Anon! You're early."
>When she bubbles like this she always seems to glide across the ground.
>She gracefully flutters down the steps to you. Her hands reach out and take yours in the soft embrace of her alabaster palms.
>She leans in for a quick affectionate peck on the lips, quickly withdrawing with a modest smile and that alien robin's egg blush.
>"It's good to see you, Anon. I was hoping you'd-Oh? What's this?"
>You've produced the small box you'd brought with you from your jacket. A simple, elegant white box with blue silk ribbon to tie it.
>You didn't want her to have to tear through a bunch of noisy paper.
>You knew she'd deplore the mess.
>"ANON! Why you shouldn't have, I-"
>Even with her flustered reaction the smile never leaves her face nor does that icy blue glow across her cheeks.
>"I haven't gotten you anything I just..."
>You just smile, gently pressing the package into her hands. She stares down at it for a while before her eyes meet yours with an outpouring of wordless warmth and gratitude.
>"Anon I-oh! I should...probably open this shouldn't I?"
>Her nervous laugh makes your heart sing. That smile you've been sporting cracks your face into a full grin.
>"It's so carefully done. I don't want to ruin it."
>You knew she wouldn't.
>Her nimble fingers make short work of your simple square knot ribbon.
>She even wraps the silken strands around her wrist to keep them from being blown across the beach.
>She lifts the lid with a balanced hand. It slides off the box with a soft gasp, finally freed of the body beneath it.
>"Anon...I-"
>You reach into the box, pulling out the pair of glittering silver slippers. Underneath the shoes rests a layer of milky white cloth. Your other hand dives in, sliding out the fabrics to reveal them to be a set of lady's silken gloves and ballerina leggings. Both just the subtlest shade lighter than her porcelain skin.
>Her eyes are locked on them. They sparkle as she drinks in the beauty of these seemingly simple gifts.
>You know why she's agape.
>Because you remembered.
>Your first time out together you'd went to see a play.
>Othello. It seemed a tad heavy handed for your first romp but the discussion afterward about the cultures of your respective peoples was so enlightening.
>You two had passed a dance studio on your return trip. In the window there lay the very slippers and garnishments you know presented her with.
>She had said they were some of the finest work she'd seen done by human hands.
>Now here they were, in YOUR hands.
>She breaks herself of the trance the shoes had placed her in to fill your world with her gaze.
>Those eyes say so much to you.
>'Thank you'
>'I love you'
>'I know you'
>'You know me'
>Her verbal response doesn't come out. She seems to try and find words but quickly discovers that her arms wrapped behind your head is all she's able to muster.
>You're peppered with tingling kisses across your cheek and neck as she smothers you with her wordless doting affection.
>Finally she stops, pressing her forehead against yours with her eyes contentedly closed.
>Her arms are draped behind you still and the warmth of her breath down your face and chest is only exceeded by the pulsating heat from her gem.
>"I love them." She coos in a tentative whisper.
>Her eyes open and fill your gaze again. The moment seems to stretch for an eternity.
>Your lips meet hers again. This time much longer than before.
>With her eyes closed tight and her embrace tensing ever so slightly you can tell she's afraid.
>Of being so forward.
>Of making her desires so clear.
>Of saying...
>"I love you..."
>It hangs for a moment. Your eyes stay locked.
>Yours wide.
>Hers pleading but hopeful.
>You take her around the waist, pulling her to you.
>The innocent gifts fall to the sand at your feet.
>You let her know all she needs with your embrace. Your kiss.
>You accept her. All of her. Her insecurities. Her fears. Her flaws and her follies.
>All of it.
>Her love.
>You accept her love.

"WOOO! HEY, GET A ROOM YOU TWO!"
>...
>Goddamn Amythest.