Lapis Lazuli | Steven Universe

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and soft lavender, casting long, dancing shadows across the Crystal Gem temple. Inside, a familiar, gentle glow emanated from the barn, a place that had become a sanctuary for Lapis Lazuli. She sat by the window, the cool glass a stark contrast to the warmth that bloomed in her chest. Steven, his vibrant energy a constant, comforting presence, was sketching beside her, his brow furrowed in concentration. Yet, his eyes, when they flicked towards her, held a softness that made her wings flutter with a nascent longing. It had been weeks since the last major crisis, weeks of quiet contemplation, of rediscovering the simple joys of existence on Earth. And in these quiet moments, Lapis found herself drawn to Steven in ways she hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just gratitude, or friendship, or the deep, abiding bond of shared trauma. It was something… more. A tender ache, a yearning that whispered in the stillness of the night, a desire to be closer, to feel the warmth of his hand not just in reassurance, but in passion.

Steven, sensing her gaze, looked up and offered a gentle smile. “Thinking, Lapis?” he asked, his voice as soothing as the ocean breeze. He set his sketchbook aside, the charcoal smudges on his fingers a testament to his artistic endeavors. He had always seen her, truly seen her, beyond the shadows of Homeworld, beyond the confines of her own pain. And lately, when he looked at her, a different kind of warmth spread through him, a feeling that was both exhilarating and a little frightening. He admired her strength, her resilience, the quiet grace with which she navigated the world. And there was a beauty to her, a breathtaking, ethereal beauty that he found himself increasingly captivated by. The way her blue hair cascaded around her shoulders, the sharp, intelligent gleam in her sapphire eyes, the subtle curves of her form beneath her simple tunic—all of it stirred something within him, a burgeoning awareness of his own desires.

“Just… appreciating the quiet,” Lapis replied, her voice a low murmur. She turned from the window, her gaze meeting his. The air between them crackled with an unspoken current, a silent acknowledgment of the shift that had occurred. The comfortable silence of friendship was beginning to be infused with a different kind of intimacy, a magnetic pull that drew them closer. He noticed the way her eyes lingered on his lips, the subtle shift of her weight, the almost imperceptible tremor that ran through her as she met his gaze. He felt his own pulse quicken, a flush creeping up his neck. He knew, with a certainty that vibrated through his very core, that this was a moment for more than just quiet contemplation.

He scooted closer, the rough denim of his jeans brushing against her leg. The proximity sent a jolt through Lapis, a sensation that was both startling and incredibly arousing. She could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the faint, clean scent of his skin, a scent that was uniquely Steven. He reached out, his fingers tentatively brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers down her spine, awakening dormant senses. “Lapis,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I… I’ve been thinking a lot, too.” His sapphire eyes, so full of earnestness, now held a plea, a question that hung in the air between them. He saw the flicker of vulnerability in her gaze, the mirroring of his own unspoken desires. He wanted to explore this feeling, this nascent spark, and he hoped, with all his heart, that she felt it too.

Lapis leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The hesitation that had once held her back was melting away, replaced by a surge of courage, a desire to embrace the unknown. She wanted to tell him, to confess the depth of her feelings, the way her heart ached with a longing she could no longer deny. But words felt inadequate, clumsy. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to simply *feel*. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, a gentle exploration that ignited a fire within her. She tilted her head back, offering him access, a silent invitation. The tension in the room thickened, coiling around them like a silken thread, pulling them closer and closer until there was no space left between them but the thrumming beat of their hearts.

Steven’s gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as he took in the raw emotion on her face. He saw the yearning, the surrender, the silent plea for him to bridge the final distance. He leaned in, his breath warm against her lips, a whisper of anticipation. Her eyes fluttered open, locking with his, and in that shared moment of profound connection, he knew there was no turning back. He closed the remaining space, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was tentative at first, then deepened with a passionate urgency. It was a kiss that spoke of shared hardships, of unspoken fears, of a hope for a future they were only just beginning to imagine. Lapis responded with an fervor that surprised even herself, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until they were lost in a sea of sensation.

Her lips were softer than he’d imagined, a yielding sweetness that made his head spin. He tasted the faint hint of ocean spray on her skin, the warmth of her breath mingling with his. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Lapis,” he murmured, his voice a husky caress, “I want to… I want to be with you.” He didn’t need to elaborate. The unspoken hung heavy and sweet between them, a promise of shared intimacy. Lapis’s heart pounded a wild rhythm against her ribs. This was it. The moment she had both dreaded and desperately craved. She met his gaze, her own eyes shining with a newfound confidence. “Yes, Steven,” she whispered, her voice laced with emotion. “I want that too.”

He led her, hand in hand, to the soft, worn rug by the fireplace, the dying embers casting a warm, flickering glow. The air was thick with anticipation, with the intoxicating scent of shared desire. Steven gently helped Lapis shed her tunic, revealing the delicate curve of her shoulders, the smooth expanse of her skin. She blushed, but there was no shame in her eyes, only a hopeful vulnerability. He met her gaze, his own admiration clear, and then, with a reverence that made her knees tremble, he began to unbutton his own shirt. The sight of his bare chest, the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his skin, sent a wave of heat through Lapis. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbone, marveling at the smoothness of his skin, the warmth that pulsed beneath her touch.

Their bodies, so long held apart by circumstance and unspoken feelings, now found solace in each other’s proximity. Steven’s hands, usually so gentle and reassuring, now moved with a newfound boldness, tracing the delicate lines of her form, learning the contours of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips. Lapis arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The world outside, with its worries and its pasts, faded away, replaced by the exquisite sensations that flooded her senses. She felt a primal need awakening within her, a yearning for a deeper connection, a physical expression of the love that had blossomed between them. She guided his hands lower, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The touch sent a wildfire through her veins, her hips instinctively arching towards him.

Steven’s eyes, when he looked at her, were filled with an adoration that made her feel utterly cherished. He knelt before her, his gaze sweeping over her with an almost reverent awe. He saw not just Lapis Lazuli, the powerful Gem who had faced unimaginable horrors, but a woman, vulnerable and beautiful, offering herself to him. He leaned forward, his lips finding the delicate curve of her stomach, his kisses sending shivers of pleasure through her. Lapis gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body trembling with anticipation. She had never known such exquisite tenderness, such a deep sense of being seen and desired. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the soft sighs and moans that filled the quiet room, to the escalating rhythm of their heartbeats.

His lips continued their exploration, tracing a path down her body, his touch both gentle and insistent. When his mouth finally found the apex of her desire, Lapis cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her hips bucked against his mouth, her fingers clenching in his hair as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Steven, his senses heightened by her pleasure, reveled in the experience, his tongue dancing and swirling, teasing and pleasuring her until she was breathless, her body convulsing with release. He pulled back then, his gaze locked with hers, his own desire mirroring the tempest that had just consumed her. He saw the lingering traces of bliss on her face, the dazed, sensuous look in her eyes, and it only served to heighten his own arousal.

“Lapis,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion, “you’re… you’re incredible.” He reached for her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for one another. He kissed her deeply, a kiss that was no longer tentative but filled with a passionate urgency. Her body responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself. She guided him to the soft furs, their bodies pressing together, skin against skin. The heat that emanated from him, the feel of his muscles tensing beneath her touch, sent a thrill through her. She whispered his name, her voice a low, seductive purr, and watched as his eyes darkened with desire.

Steven’s hands explored her body with a newfound boldness, tracing the curve of her breasts, the gentle swell of her belly. He felt the subtle tremor that ran through her as his fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, and he knew he was close. Lapis arched her back, her hips rising to meet his touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The world narrowed to the exquisite sensations that flooded her senses. She wanted him, needed him, in a way she had never known before. She guided his hand, her fingers finding his hardening cock, her touch sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. He groaned, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of desire. He felt the soft, yielding warmth of her mouth engulf him, a sensation so intense, so deeply satisfying, that he cried out her name. Lapis, with a skill that surprised even herself, continued her ministrations, her tongue dancing and swirling, her lips teasing and pleasuring him until he was on the precipice of release. She felt his body tense, heard his guttural groan as he finally surrendered, his seed filling her mouth with a warm, salty rush. She swallowed, the taste of him a potent elixir that sent a thrill of triumph through her.

As Steven’s breathing began to steady, he pulled back, his gaze sweeping over her with an expression of pure adoration. “Lapis,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion, “that was… incredible.” He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, his touch sending a fresh wave of shivers through her. She met his gaze, her own eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to experience the ultimate union of their bodies and souls. She gently pulled him down towards her, her hands guiding his to the soft furs. She spread her legs, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted.

Steven entered her slowly, his gaze locked with hers, their breaths mingling in the air. Lapis gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her, a sensation of perfect completion. The friction was exquisite, a slow burn that ignited a wildfire within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her. Lapis moaned his name, her body arching against his, her fingers digging into his back as the intensity built. Steven’s gaze was fixed on her, his own pleasure evident in the tightening of his muscles, the guttural groans that escaped his lips. He felt the exquisite sensation of her body tightening around him, the soft sighs and moans that echoed his own rising desire. He quickened his pace, their bodies moving in a desperate, passionate dance, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. Lapis cried out, her body convulsing as she reached the peak of her ecstasy, her climax washing over her in powerful waves. Steven followed moments later, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, their final releases intertwining in a moment of profound, shared bliss. He collapsed against her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, the sweet perfume of their shared passion.

They lay entangled for a long time, the embers of the fire casting a warm glow on their flushed skin. Lapis traced the lines of Steven’s face, her touch gentle, her heart overflowing with a feeling she could only describe as pure love. He held her close, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their encounter. The silence between them was no longer filled with unspoken longing, but with a profound sense of peace and contentment. He kissed her forehead, a gesture of tenderness that made her heart swell. “I love you, Lapis,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. Lapis’s eyes welled up, tears of joy streaming down her face. She had found her home, not just on Earth, but in the embrace of this gentle, loving human. “I love you too, Steven,” she whispered back, her voice filled with the weight of her newfound happiness. As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of their story, a story written in passion, in love, and in the quiet, tender moments shared between two souls who had finally found their way home.