A few hours in the early morning, before the sun was even up, Pearl had started shifting awake. Unbeknownst to her, Jasper's quick actions had saved the woman a massive headache when she woke, so instead, she was greeted with the heavy and intoxicating scent of Jasper all around her. In her dellierium of waking, she'd thought she was still asleep and just dreaming of being swallowed by her friend's enormous bed. She moaned in an attempt to make her first words before fussing with the blankets around her. Someone had done an excellent job of tucking her in and she ended up getting tangled in the various sheets. When the likelihood of actually getting free became a strict improbability, Pearl sighed and relinquished the freedom of her limbs to the soft, silky caress of the sheets that were bathed in the scent of that woman she tried so hard not to think about in that manner. The manner this very scenario brought forth with reckless abandon. Pearl whined softly and peeked an eye open. Her whole body felt so sluggish and unresponsive; so unlike her usual, graceful self. The little details she kept getting just continued hinting to her likely dreaming.<i>Well...</i>, she thought, so aggrivated and done with her heart and mind battling each other,<i>I'm done fighting it then. If this is a dream, I'll enjoy it.</i><br/><br/>And enjoy it she did. Pearl curled up on her side and tentatively slid her hand down the borrowed sweatpants, the band slipping past her skin felt similar to what she had on before so she still wasn't quite woken from her slumber. There was a minor feeling of guilt that was slowly rising within her for no reason she could logically understand right now. Maybe it was because she usually didn't play with her own body, having always preferred a lover's touch to her own on the rare ocassion she wasn't busy giving the pleasure. But when her fingertips slipped into her panties and found her wet slit, she was quickly changing her tune. "Jasper..." she whispered, taking in the woman's scent that was all around her. Pearl could almost swear Jasper's hands were on her as she buried her face into the sheets. Her fingers finally slipped past her slit for the sensitive bulb inside, a heavy moan into the sheets alerting any shameless listener that she'd found her target. Her other hand gripped into the sheets and pulled them to her as her body tossed in the bed, now facing the doorway with the door still cracking open. The sheets did a well enough job to muffle a lot of her vigor, but since she still thought it was a drram, she didn't give a damn about her volume for once. Her fingers dipped lower, sliding two inside of her as her other hand flew to her mouth, letting her bite down on her knuckles. If Jasper had come in that moment, she'd get an eye full of that flushed and sinful face, knuckles shoved in her mouth, and her body curled up on her side with her other hand exploring happily between her thighs. The scent of Jasper's sheets was overwhelming and intoxicating and a part of her felt dirty for even thinking of such an erotic dream. "Need.... you..." she whimpered in a voice a few octaves lower than her usual and currently heavily weighed down in lust.