It had been two Earth years now since Zoisite was defeated, and Garnet and Pearl were coronated as Chalcopyrite Queens. Ruling over a kingdom was never easy to begin with, but having two queens to equally share their duties (as well as share their advantages) together was rather helpful, to say the least. It was also a first for the queendom itself since, up until that point, reigns always consisted of only one queen and a chancellor. Speaking of, their chancellor Lapis Lazuli had proven to be a significant improvement from Chancellors like Xenotime (from the reigns of Queens Chalcopyrite and Variscite) and Zoisite (from the reigns of Queens Jubilee Diamond, Wonderstone, Anyolite, and Diamond); in fact, she was cited to be probably one of the best ever.
Anyway, they had so far ruled over everyone fairly well. However, if there was one thing they never told anybody about, it was the unresolved sexual tension that had festered after their little tryst in the days of Michelangelo. Garnet, for the longest time, had tried to subdue the uneasiness and trepidation that came with this, but it was becoming more difficult as time went on. Finally...
"I have something to say." Garnet spoke out as they were sitting on the queen-sized bed in the master bedroom. "I don't think I can take this anymore."
Pearl instantly caught on to what her companion was talking about. She whipped her head around and said in response, "I know, Garnet. It's been so long since we've mated that by this point, I know the sensation would be almost foreign to us. However, re-learning an old habit like this would almost be exhilarating. In all honesty, though, I've been hesitant to try this again, but we'll get there when we get there."
"Your Majesties?" someone called out. "There's someone who wishes to see you."
"Who is it?" Pearl asked.
"A Gem named Larimar. She says her mother is plotting to usurp you from the throne."
"And she wants me to come out there, correct?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
The white Gem got up from her spot and exited out of the bedroom to meet the supposed messenger.