#lee!garnet

“Alright, G, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Amethyst tightened the straps around Garnet’s wrists and waist, securing her to the training platform in the Crystal Temple. This was supposed to be a simple strength exercise—Garnet had to break free from the restraints using just her raw power. No future vision, no gauntlets, just muscle.

Garnet, ever composed, nodded. “I’m ready.”

Amethyst smirked. “Okay, big boss. Let’s see how long it takes you to bust outta this.”

She stepped back, arms crossed, waiting for Garnet to flex her way to freedom. The red-and-black straps were reinforced, but she knew they wouldn’t last long against Garnet’s strength.

Garnet tensed, her muscles flexing as she pulled against the restraints. The material groaned under the pressure, but for now, it held.

Amethyst raised a brow. “Not even struggling yet, huh? You really gotta show off, don’tcha?”

She stepped closer, reaching for the buckle near Garnet’s waist—when something strange happened.

Garnet twitched.

Amethyst froze.

Garnet didn’t twitch.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across Amethyst’s face.

“Wait a second…” she muttered.

She pressed her fingers lightly against Garnet’s waist, just below her ribs, and wiggled.

Garnet flinched.

Amethyst’s eyes widened. “Ohhh. No way.”

She poked again, right at the center of Garnet’s stomach.

Garnet tensed, her lips pressing into a firm line. But Amethyst saw the slight curl at the corner of her mouth.

Her grin turned absolutely devious.

“Garnet… are you ticklish?”

Garnet didn’t answer.

Which meant yes.

“Oh-ho-ho, snap!” Amethyst practically screeched. “Big, tough Garnet has a weakness?! Ohhh, this is the best thing ever.”

“Amethyst,” Garnet warned. “Don’t.”

Amethyst wiggled her fingers teasingly over her stomach. “Don’t what? Do this?”

And then she attacked.

Her fingers clawed into Garnet’s sides, scribbling and squeezing in rapid, unpredictable motions.

Garnet jerked hard, her torso twisting instinctively. Her head snapped back, and for a moment, she managed to hold in any reaction.

But then Amethyst’s fingers found the center of her stomach.

And Garnet laughed.

A deep, rich, genuine laugh burst out of her, completely shattering her usual stoicism.

“OH. MY. STARS,” Amethyst practically screeched. “GARNET LAUGHS! SHE ACTUALLY LAUGHS!”

Garnet clenched her fists, still struggling to keep her composure. But her body betrayed her—the slight tremble in her shoulders, the way her stomach tensed up under Amethyst’s fingers.

“You will regret this,” Garnet managed between restrained chuckles.

“Pfft! Yeah, yeah, you’ll get me later, whatever,” Amethyst said dismissively. “Right now, I got work to do!”

She spread her fingers and raked them up and down Garnet’s sides, then wiggled them along the toned muscles of her stomach.

Garnet broke.

A loud, booming laugh burst out of her as she strained against the restraints, her body jerking violently with every squeeze and scribble.

“Ohhh yeah, this is GOLD!” Amethyst hollered, practically vibrating with joy. “Look at you! You’re, like, super ticklish right here, huh?”

She dug her thumbs into Garnet’s waist, just above her hips, kneading in small, circular motions.

Garnet let out a gasp before her laughter doubled.

“OH SNAP, THIS IS YOUR WORST SPOT!” Amethyst howled. “This is actually taking you down!”

Garnet twisted hard, her entire torso squirming in a way Amethyst had never seen before.

Her laughter, usually so controlled and deep, now had a breathless edge to it.

“Amethyst—” she warned, her voice shaking. “Enough.”

Amethyst wiggled her fingers threateningly. “Ohhh? You giving up, big bad Garnet?”

Garnet exhaled through gritted teeth.

Amethyst smirked. “C’mon. Say it. Admit defeat.”

Garnet was silent for a long moment. Then, through residual chuckles, she muttered:

“…I yield.”

Amethyst whooped, throwing her hands up. “I WIN! I BEAT GARNET!”

Garnet took a deep breath, regaining her composure—but Amethyst saw the slight pink tint on her cheeks.

“…Are we finished?” Garnet asked, voice still slightly breathless.

Amethyst tapped her chin, pretending to think. “…Mmm, ya know what? I should stop, but…”

Garnet tensed.

“…You’re just too much fun.”

And with that, Amethyst attacked again, going straight for her stomach with relentless, playful scribbles.

“AHAHA—AMETHYST—!” Garnet threw her head back, laughing even harder as her body twisted uselessly against the straps.

“Aww, c’mon, G, you already gave up,” Amethyst teased. “I just wanna see how much more you can take!”

She pinched and kneaded Garnet’s waist, alternating between quick pokes and light scribbles, drawing out more deep, helpless laughter.

After a full minute of extra torment, Garnet was breathless, her head resting back against the platform, stray chuckles still escaping.

“Okay, okay,” Amethyst finally relented, snickering as she stepped back. “Now I’m done.”

Garnet exhaled slowly, regaining her composure—though her fingers twitched slightly, as if she were itching to break free.

Amethyst smirked. “Now what were you saying about ‘regretting this’?”

Garnet’s visor glinted ominously.

“…Run.”

Amethyst barely had time to squeak before Garnet ripped through the restraints like wet paper.

Suffice to say, Amethyst definitely paid for her teasing later.

But was it worth it?