Written Aug 17 – Aug 29 | Edited in 12 Days | Published 5 Sep 2016
(Author's Notes: Okay, so… This chapter is a bit filthy for a T rating but I'm just going to keep the rating as it is for awhile until I figure out when I'm going to add full on obscene material.. which will be coming in a chapter or two. Be patient. I love adding some back story first. And I've decided I'll update this story every single time I'm finished with a chapter until I figure out a permanent update schedule. I just wanted to post this chapter to give some relief for those of you who like this fic.)
To Guest: Not sure if you are still reading this story still but I'd like to answer that. I'm new to writing Steven Universe fics. And with that being said, Pearl has just been this character I've been trying to test out in short (unpublished) stories and in fics I will publish/fics that have already been submitted. Lately, the episodes she has made appearances in have been showing her cracked from her shell (and by that I mean she's not really how she used to be in the first and second seasons). I tried to add some humor in it but it obviously wouldn't show considering my writing would be considered flat out "sophisticated" – as one of my readers have told me via PM. Thanks for the feedback!
Colorful television rays emit light on faces of the two teens, cuddled up closely next to each other, blanket covering their bodies. On the TV, a marathon of old Under the Knife episodes have been broadcasting for three hours straight, something they didn't miss out on when it first started after the whole water gun fight. As the show's theme guitar riff was playing for a short amount of time, Steven slowly props himself on his elbows, ready to push himself up from the mattress. "And where do you think you're going?" Connie laughs jokingly, causing Steven to blush faintly before sitting up.
Connie's hair hangs loose over her shoulders as Steven realizes this. She's in her pajamas, something he's only ever seen back when they were prepubescent kids watching the snow descend together through the small living room window in her parent's house after Garnet had given him some of Sapphire's future vision through a forehead kiss. This – this night, was their first sleepover. This night was to be remembered by the both of them – but this isn't something they should be doing at their age. Steven grabs the blanket's hem from Connie's side and leans back onto the mattress, pulling the blanket with him and off his best friend. Her eyes widen for a short moment then she looks at Steven, whose eyes are squeezed shut like he's afraid of something. "I'm going to sleep."
"Steven," she laughs quietly, giving his leg a soft shake. "It's kind of early for that, don't you think?" He groans in annoyance, but not because of her, at himself. He peaks open an eye at Connie, her face only visible because of the television light and moonlight coming from the small windows as she looks at him. She's so beautiful. She's gorgeous, I have to make her mine. His cheeks burn up and his ears feel like bursting out of embarrassment at those thoughts. "Steven, are you feeling okay?" His eyes drop to hers but it only makes it worse since he's been thinking about them all evening, trying to take his mind off of her by watching Under the Knife, still wanting to think about her other human parts.
He can feel it, blood rushing underneath his clothes, something half stiff in his pajama pants as he pulls the blankets more up to his chin, hoping for it to just be a mistake. Hoping for her not to notice anything unusual. "I'm fine! I'm fine." Her eyes show confusion as she leans forward and climbs over his legs then to the side of his bed, making the mattress creak a little when her body lands down carefully next to him.
Connie turns to her side and smiles at him. He's sweating nervously, his breath choppy and fast but not incredibly noticeable. Hers is slowed and relaxed while she combs her fingers through his tangled curls gently. "You can tell me anything. I won't make fun of you." Her voice is sweet and soft, unbelievably attractive in this situation. Steven turns his head up to watch the commercials to distract his mind as she touches his dark hair and snuggles close to his arm, something best friends shouldn't be doing, especially in bed together. Her breath has the distant smell of durian juice and strawberry ice cream as it goes down by his ear, making his heated bodily part go slightly more hard below the blankets.
"I think it's something I have to talk about with my dad. He's kind of an expert about this stuff I'm dealing with." His eyes stay glued to the TV, although he wants to look at her pretty face next to his, so close. Lips so plump and soft, he'd like to heal them if she ever gotten hurt during a mission or amid training. Eyes so beautiful, he could stare at them all day whenever she's boasting about her favorite novel classic all afternoon. He feels himself go completely hard down there by thinking about her. His face turns completely red and burns when his cold hands cover over it, making sure that she doesn't notice something she's not supposed to. "Connie, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back," he tries to say calmly, although his voice cracks in worry at the last part of his sentence.
"Oh – um, alright. Take your time." After she's done talking, Steven slides his legs over the bed anxiously with his chubby hands slowly removing the blankets, glancing back to see if her attention is on anything other than him, which thankfully isn't. She's focused on the returning program with its hospital setting reappearing back on the old TV screen. When he gets up, his legs start to tremble from the overwhelming heaviness as he makes his way down the steps that lead from his bed to the first floor. When he gets to the last step, he resists jumping down due to the unpredictable excitement in his pants. The short walk to the bathroom seems like forever but once he gets inside and closes the door, his mind goes blank when he uncovers the damage underneath his baggy pants – the indecency of himself he's been hiding from her.
Minutes pass by and the bathroom door finally opens. Connie's attention from the television screen flings to Steven who saunters over to his bed, crawling onto it and avoiding his friend's eye contact. She opens her mouth a little, trying to start up a conversation but fails at doing so. He notices this and leans back into the pillows, playing with his moist hands as he watches the show. On the screen, there's two humanoid figures attached to one another as doctors roam around the hospital room in panic, displaying their frustration as they scramble with the hospital tools and show props. "You've been to a hospital before, right?"
"Yeah, um – it's nothing like this though. I'm glad I don't have to, like. Ever go back there."
"Why's that?"
"I have you."
Tinge pink rushes to his cheeks after she says this. Thankfully that doesn't make him experience that frequent weird feeling he's been getting just by her saying this. He turns to his side and pulls her in close to his chest, so close she can hear the thump of his heart next to her ears, which makes it easy for her to fall limp in his hold, grasping onto every body movement he has coming, like his arm extending for his hand to curl up under her waist.
She feels this and moves closer to him, breathing slowly onto his yellow pajama shirt. Steven smiles at her before looking at the TV just behind his feet. It's back to the commercials again. He chuckles lightly as a new movie trailer comes on and ends just as Connie moves her head to look. When she does, Steven pulls her close, kissing her ear lightly before leaning down on his pillow.
Her face lights up in surprise. Connie sits up and looks down at the teenager laying down beside her. His face is so calm, so relaxed. She turns her head away to look outside the windows, then to the television which she turns off. When her body returns to his side again, she notices his breathing has slowed, meanwhile his hands twitch around his shirt where his gem is at. "Goodnight, Steven. I love you," she whispers, smiles, then lays herself down onto his bed again.
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Brisk morning air comforts his body as the morning light comes shining through the window and onto his face. His eyes gradually open due to the sun's warmth rising to his cheeks. He groans in discomfort before sitting up to stretch out his arms. Something's off. Steven turns his head to the side, sheets messy and cold. "She must've left," he tells himself, voice still groggy. His hands rub his tired eyes as he tries to think about the exact time she gone out last night. He leaves the bed and soon trails off to the kitchen where he finds a neatly folded note on the fridge. In small cursive writing, the letter reads "Off on a mission!" – Pearl, of course. Steven laughs slightly to himself before placing the note on the counter. He opens the fridge, not surprised to see the shelves completely empty except for Connie's half empty water bottle she placed in yesterday night. "She forgot again," he whispers, taking out his phone. He switches it to camera mode and snaps a picture of her water, before captioning it "look what you left here" and sending it to her.
Within a few minutes, the place has already gotten very quiet and the leftover stale pizza covered in a warm pool of fruity ice cream from last night's sleepover tastes terrible. Steven seats himself down by the front windows of the beach house, thinking of something to do before getting back up again. He walks over to the table to pick up another piece of the stale food before hearing something crash in the bathroom. A muffled yell is heard from the inside and Steven immediately draws himself to go and investigate. "Amethyst?" he calls. "Pearl? Garnet?" The room remains quiet and Steven shoves a corner of the triangular food into his mouth before going over to open the door. Surprisingly, it isn't locked – though it doesn't take him long to realize someone's pushing back his force trying to close it. Steven pressures his weight onto the piece of wood before knocking over the victim on the other side when the door finally flings open. "Connie, I–"
"Steven," she groans, body sprawled onto the floor. She covers her mouth and curls up on the cold tile ground, face turning pink and blood dripping down her hand. Steven steps back before telling himself and realizing she's injured.
"Does it – Does it hurt a lot?" he asks worriedly, tone admittance that he's flustered about this whole situation, kneeling down to pull her up just a little after placing the dry pizza outside the bathroom.
"No – but, um. Does it look bad?" She uncovers her hand from her nose and mouth, blood dripping and trailing down from her nostrils, plus a busted lip. It's bad. Steven looks around the bathroom frantically, grabbing the roll of toilet paper from the side of the sink. He rolls some onto his hand before giving it to her cautiously. Connie dabs the soft paper on her skin, horrified to see the paper completely absorbed with her blood within seconds. "This hurts so much. Can't you just heal me?" she asks, muffling through the roll, her voice depicting hurt. His eyes show her pain as she removes the bloody roll from her face, some translucent pieces sticking to her cheek.
"What?" His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink and so do Connie's, which immediately causes her red fluid to spill out a tad bit more. Steven quickly rolls more paper before handing it to her. He's still thinking about it and she is too. Its not like this going to be terrible, right? But she's going to taste like blood – not very romantic like they've both hoped for secretly. But looking at her bruised and bloody face, Steven can't help but bring her in close to kiss her lips gently, adding his saliva onto her busted lip. The kiss stings for a short moment and Connie's tensed shoulders hand loose naturally in Steven's arms. When he pulls away, Connie's short breathed laugh makes the awkwardness go away. Her friend does the same as well, tearing up when he pulls her into his arms tightly. "I'm sorry, Connie. I had to–"
"Thank you."
