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Not a Story For Steven.	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Weeks had passed since Greg Universe’s first encounter with the alien race known as the gems- and their obscenely attractive emissaries to his planet, Rose and Jasper. True to her word, Jasper could sing, and she had agreed to help record an album for him, along with Rose and the rest of her little entourage. Of course, after burning through some of his original material, they had spent a few late nights collaborating on something new.
As if it weren’t enough for Greg’s heart that his two new alien paramours were towering pillars of strength and beauty in their own right, they each endeared him with the musical influences they brought to their jams. In a surprise to nobody, Jasper gravitated towards metal- brooding and violent by turns. Rose favored more classic influences- blues and opera in particular. With Greg’s bright rock vibe, together they were creating a strangely symphonic blend of growling, crooning, lilting vocals blended into shredding guitars, crashing drums, and complex harmonies.

It was during one of their rehearsals after a recording of one of their earlier numbers, “What can I do for you?” that Jasper took the lead on a song upon which she’d bestowed the working title of “Shattered Soul.”
Some of the lyrics she used seemed so poetic compared to her normal choice of words that Greg had to assume she was referring to some alien customs or religions. Still, it was hard to concentrate on parsing the words while you played, and she danced.
Dancing might not have been the right word. True to her metal roots, Jasper would fling her hair to and fro, easily filling the frame of Greg’s camera with flowing quicksilver. Other times she would drop low to the ground in a combative squat, dipping the mic towards the ground, braced firmly in her vise grip to hit a low note before exploding to her full height, pumping a fist triumphantly in the sky to hit the top of her range.
Rose’s solo would come next, instruments dying to a gentle crescendo as she sang comfort to the broken, beaten and damned.
Finally they came together for the final chorus, a modified verse with Greg’s tenor, Jasper’s Baritone and Rose’s alto working in a teetering harmony before ending the song abruptly on an unresolved chord, each of their voice just sharp or flat of the required balance.

“I have to go now,” Rose told them, her lips framed in that seemingly endless pout.
“You two think you can play nice without me for a while?”
Every face in the room but Jasper’s flushed- by now the torrid encounters between Greg and the gems had become impossible to conceal, and he would stagger woozily out of the temple three or four times weekly, supported by one or both of them, the air still heavy with the smells and sounds of their deeds.
“Yeah, babe. No problem.”
“Good. Doing anything tomorrow?”
“Depends on who’s free,” he said, looking smoothly between his congenial giants.
“My adorable Mister Universe… see you soon.”
He looked after her, momentarily lost like a puppy whose owner has gone to work, as she stepped on a warp platform and faded away.
Jasper took this time to shoot a look at Amethyst and Garnet. Mostly Garnet, who tucked Amethyst over a shoulder and retreated as the little gem complained about not getting her treat for playing the drums so well.
Jasper didn’t waste any time. Leaning against the temple wall, she crossed her arms and legs and turned one of her formidable stares on Greg.
“I wouldn’t get too comfortable with her, Universe. We’re a phase, you know.”
“No Jasper, that would be news to me. I don’t know what game you’re play- wait, did you say we?”
The grip Jasper had on her own arms looked painful, but her eyes sank to the floor.
“You may not know Rose very well, but I’ve lived with her for a long time. She finds you charming- but you’re a human. You can’t last, even if she wanted you to. And me? We haven’t been close since the war. Not the way we are now. Not since you came along. One day your novelty will wear off, and she’ll leave you behind. Leave me behind. And once she leaves you, you won’t have any use for me either.”

Greg hadn’t been prepared for the conversation to take this tack. He’d assumed the noticeable tension growing between he and Jasper would grow into a competition for Rose’s affection- but the set of Jasper’s jaw and the pain that sat behind her narrowed eyes couldn’t be anything other than honest.

Gently lowering the microphone he had been packing away, he crossed the room. Gently resting his hands on her elbows, he stood on tiptoe to meet her downcast face.
“Jasper… do you….love us….both?”
She winced like she’d been shot, the sudden motion nearly rocking Greg off his balance.
“I know it’s stupid. I wasn’t built for this. Look at the two of us, for heaven’s sake. She gets to be soft and sweet and desirable. You know how many humans I’ve seen her take over the years? I barely even get a second look more than once a decade- from her or your kind. You know you wouldn’t have come here without her.”
Freeing one elbow, he drove it back into the cave wall, the hammer blow sending fragments of stone in all directions.

“Woah woah, slow down. I found Rose because she was the one who came to the beach, but I would have hopped that fence for you if you’d come to the show.”
She met his eyes, barely. A wounded animal waiting for the coup de grace.
He shimmied up her torso like a coconut tree, wrapping his legs around her waist for stability.
“Hey, I’m serious. You’re a total badass! Any guy, hell, any girl would be lucky to have you. And you know what? I think that if you like Rose and you like me, and I like Rose and I like you, well of any three people on this planet, we’re the ones who can make it work.”
She slid a hand under his rear, supporting him so their eyes could meet comfortably.
“You meant that?”
“Seriously, what can I do to prove to you that I care about you- not just about what we do together with Rose?”
Jasper grunted. Under her breath she muttered, “You could help me fuse with Rose.”
“Done. No-brainer.” Greg declared.
“You, a human… you’d do that for me?”
“Of course.”
Being in no way capable of trying to dip her, Greg consoled himself by pulling Jasper’s forehead to his, resting there for a moment while his fingers brushed her cheek, being careful not to scrape his nose on her gem.
When he opened his eyes, hers stared back at him wide as saucers, glistening with stars.
“You know, you and Rose have more in common than you’d think. You both found me at my weakest and still make me feel like I can do… anything.”
Wordlessly she carried him towards the door to the gems’ rooms. She leaned her nose forward, nuzzling his face and neck, trailing kisses along his cheek, neck and collarbone as they reached the door to the gems’ rooms. She brushed her lips lightly across his as the door opened, reveling in the little shudder that ran through him before carrying him across the threshold blind. She was less surprised than she’d worried when he braced his arms against the back of her head, pulling fistfuls of silver silk to deepen the kiss, licking her lips to part them in a small smile before pushing past them to meet her tongue.

Her room was spartan- four close walls, a bed, a small pile of weapons, a CD player with a few discs he’d brought to the temple since their meeting. It was Greg’s first time in the room and he noticed none of it, his vision a tunnel that began and ended with Jasper. She set him tenderly on his feet, sat on the bed, pulled at the hem of her uniform top. For once not simply willing the garment away, she lifted it slowly, never once taking her eyes off Greg’s while more of her tawny flesh broke free of its tight confines. Her breasts popped free, nipples stiffening in the room’s cool air as, arms crossed, the shirt climbed over her head. When the bottom of her jaw cleared the top’s collar she was shocked to feel Greg’s hands holding hers steady, blindfolding her. She pushed her face forward experimentally, lips tortuously close to his with each prodding, needful search, but never quite finding him. Instead, he found her, felt her breath catch as she adapted to the vulnerable kiss. The appreciative sighing and moaning went on for a few more moments before she wiggled her hands free- not that it was a struggle- and pulled the shirt off entirely, a waterfall of hair cascading onto the bed as she fell sinuously backwards, carrying Greg with her.
“What was that?” she asked, the rosy traces of a blush tickling her cheeks.
Greg took a moment to peel away his own shirt before crawling lithely up along her body on all fours, chestnut hair splaying around her face, framing his intimately above her eyes.
“You don’t have to act so tough all the time. Everyone needs to feel loved.” He traced a finger along the curve of her throat, down the valley between her breasts, cupping the firm, pyramid mound gently. She squirmed against his touch, back arching slightly.
“See? Your body is being honest. Now it’s your turn. Let me be in charge today, and tell me what you need.” Greg’s eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised. She’d seen him flash the same seductive look before- at Rose.
The mighty warrior clapped her hands across her face, unable to meet Greg’s gaze with her deep blush, pulse quick in her ears.
She muttered her request, a stunning betrayal of her image. Her hands muffled it entirely.
Greg leaned in close, taking the slow moment to slide his pants off- he wore no underwear- he’d found out that if he were visiting the gems, he wouldn’t have much need for it.
“I didn’t catch that. Try again. You can whisper it if it helps.” His put his ears to her lips, earrings sliding across the fingers that covered them. Stealing a peek around her hands at the rounded physique that topped his sturdy frame, the thin lines of hair trialing down to the throbbing monster between his legs and the heavy balls behind it, she gathered her courage and released her wish in a hissing whisper.
“Make me feel soft.”
It wasn’t that the request was unexpected, not given the conversation they had already had. But Greg wasn’t entirely sure how to make that work. He closed his eyes, focusing intently for any clue. Of all things, he remembered a movie he had seen the other year about- The Addams Family, was it? A line from the film flitted through his mind. “Woo her, admire her. Make her feel like she is the most sublime creature on Earth.”
He reached down, gingerly prying up each finger of Jasper’s left hand until he could hold it- thought admittedly it took two hands to make the embrace feel as regal as he wanted. He brought her hand to his face, resting his cheek in her palm for a moment before brushing her palm and fingers softly with his lips. He kissed along the pad of her thumb, up the digit’s curve to plant a lingering kiss on each finger.
Did the noise she made betray butterflies in her stomach, or was she merely caught off guard?
Extending her arm out, he held it by the wrist and elbow so that it sat curved smoothly to her shoulder. He rained kisses down upon her lithe, sinewy forearm, up the commanding hill of her bicep, the broad mountain of her shoulder. No two were quite the same, their pressure, duration, urgency all shifting and dancing as he made his way towards her neck, his right hand always following his lips to caress the back of his targets.
“What are you doing?” she whined, her voice unnaturally high compared to her typically cocky growling.
His eyes perked up under hooded lids to catch hers, wide and nervous.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She looked away, unable to speak. She shook her head, and he doused the teasing smiled that tugged the corners of his mouth by licking her neck. Instead of the biting he knew she usually insisted on, he travelled with luxuriant licks, punctuated with a sharp kiss just at the end. Jasper sighed, gnawing a finger between full lips to stay silent.
He brought his attentions lower, trailing both hands down her shoulders to follow the curves of her breast, kissing the lines of muscle that disappeared beneath the first slopes of delicate flesh. Despite the wide valley that her barrel-chest left between them, Greg was able to push them close enough together to bury his face between them. Looking up from between them, he grinned.
“You really ought to show these off more when you can.”
“If you like them that much, there is something I’ve been wanting to try. Stand up on the bed.”
“Oh?”
Jasper slid down the foot of the bed, kneeling on the floor. With her height, there was just enough clearance for her to mash her breasts around his length. The tip poked a few inches above. She began to bounce them up and down, eyes flitting his eyes and his cock, measuring his reaction like a warrior surveying the field.
She craned her neck, closing her lips on the end of his hot rod.
“I didn’t get a chance to appreciate it last time, but you look great on your knees. And your lips, wow I swear they were made for this.”
Jasper changed her tactics, kissing along the head and frenulum of his cock now, giddy and focused.
Letting her breasts fall, she worked him the way Rose had shown her. One hand pumped and squeezed on the lower half of him while she bobbed inch by inch, further onto his cock. Coquettishly she raked a loose strand of hair away from her eyes, then reached the hand out to hold his low, full sack. She paused. Rose’s warnings rang in her ears. Sensing her panic, Greg patter her on the cheek.
“Hey. It’s OK- I trust you.”
Nodding with determination, she cupped her thumb and two fingers, all it took to envelop the human organs. Rolling them between her hands, she marveled at how something so evidently fragile could feel so heavy. She slid her jaws slowly down his length, ever so careful of her teeth, until he was sunk down in her throat. She gave a few rhythmic swallows before she let it surface, slick and slimy from the smooth opening.
She squirmed past him onto the bed, spreading her legs as far as she could. Tight sinews in her thighs drew unmistakable arrows to what she wanted next.
“I’m ready. Please.”
Tucking his hands under her knees, Greg lifted her legs high into the air, pushing them forward so that Jasper’s feet dangled over her head.
She steadied his erection at her entrance with two fingers as he thrust in. He hoped his initial thrusts still counted as “soft” enough for Jasper in her current mood, but she seemed to enjoy them all the same.
As he rocked deeply into her, Jasper was reliving her highlights. She retraced his earlier steps, running fingers up her arm, over the soft marks left behind on her neck by his kisses, softly covering her mouth as she rubbed her chest.
She whimpered as softly as a towering baritone could, murmuring “Thank you thank you thank you.” Finally her submissive character began to crack around the seams, hoarse moaning “oofs” betraying her nearing climax.
“Oh Stars, Greg, I need you to finish in me. Get it in there Greg I need it. Oh why don’t you just come already?”
Never one to argue with a pretty face, Greg slammed with as much intensity and speed now as he could muster, his balls clapping her ass getting sore from his optimistic indulgence.
As Jasper felt the first wave of hot jizz spraying inside her, she tore her legs free of Greg’s grip, wrapping them instead around his waist, hugging him tight as pump after pump filled her. Finally the warmth inside her built as far as it could, and she let him go. Only a few drops of semen dribbled lazily from her as Greg cuddled up next to her, laying his head against her shoulder and draping his arm casually across hers.
“So, were… good now?” he asked.
“I think we are. You know it’s funny, Garnet told me this would work. ‘Get open, get honest.’ I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised she’d have a good handle on how to be with someone.”
“Well tell her thanks from me. I really liked seeing a little more of you. Rose always keeps us so… distant. It's nice to be let in.”
Jasper went to grunt, but changed her mind. “It really does. She’s going to be a harder rock to crack. Getting her to fuse is one thing, but making her be honest about what’s inside that head…”
“You know Jasper, I just have one question about this whole fusion thing you want to do with Rose.”
“Yes?”
“What the heck does it mean?”
~End Chapter 3~
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