Steven universe x pink steven (remake)

Mayday

Mori’s hand turned over so he could trace the cut of the gem, occasionally running a finger where the gem met Avo’s body. Avo had started to curl in on himself at the touch, bringing a hand to Mori’s arm, weakly grasping at the wrist. His other hand started to squeeze Mori’s hip, instinctively remembering not to crush him in his hold. As much as it set his gem on fire, he finally tightened his hold on Mori’s wrist, enough to shakily pull the hand from out of his shirt.

While gems don’t need to breathe, his time as Steven made him do it subconsciously. He took in shuddery breaths, trying to regain his composure as he looked up at Mori in both pleasured surprise and unamused annoyance. He huffed.

“I thought you agreed to let me take care of things,” Avo grumbled; his mouth threatened to crack a smile, but he kept up his irritated facade as best he could despite the blush now warming his face. He pulled Mori’s wrist back down to the ground, keeping a loose hold on it to make sure it didn’t wander anywhere again.

“Hmm….I remember agreeing to a couple other things, but I guess I’ll agree to that too,” Mori chuckled at Avo’s expression; he knew for a fact that Avo’s grumpiness was faked. He left his wrist under Avo’s hand, finding the warmth radiating off the pink gem comforting. Laying back down and setting his arm to his side, Mori had a wide grin at their new discovery. “Though I’d love to see what all that was about sometime soon, Mr. Univer-!” 

Avo bent over and kissed the gory injury in an act of shutting him up as he pinned down Mori’s other wrist, using his hold as a counterweight. He only used enough force to make contact; he knew it would heal in a matter of seconds, but he didn’t want to cause unnecessary discomfort to his human. Mori’s chest heaved beneath his lips. The heat of his skin at an optimal 99.8 Fahrenheit degrees.

Mori scrunched up his nose. While feeling his chest slowly heal was breathtaking, the sensation of an open wound magically stitch itself together almost overwhelmed Mori, making him see stars. He bit back his whine but his voice cracked anyway, ending in a cut off yelp- it still wasn’t painful in any way, but compared to his chest it was….more, just more. It felt like an eternity and yet also no time at all; his mouth hung open, his body strung with tension, eyes wide at first before scrunching up tight again at the intensity of it. The sensation pulsed through him. 

Avo lifted himself up, careful not to squish Mori’s wrists. He watched Mori take slow shuddery breaths. Sapped of energy yet filled with adrenaline, Mori’s eyes slowly reopened to stare at the sky in what seemed to be awe as he recovered. Avo counted his half’s bleary blinks as he waited for Mori. 

Giving Mori a second to rest, Avo brought his hand to the human’s abdomen, lightly wiping away the excess blood with his thumb. Their mental link usually was on the backburner of their minds, but Avo was able to feel a ghost of that jolt of magic he sent through Mori, without even needing to pry. Based on that alone, Avo figured surprising Mori twice in a row may just knock him unconscious. As tempting as it was to push their limits, he knew Mori wouldn’t wake up grateful for that.

Avo noticed that most of the bruises that existed above the bloody injury had disappeared with the stab wound, only a small arc of greenish-yellow left. Hopeful, Avo left a small peck in the middle of it, humming in relief- his powers seemed to be finally starting to work properly, Mori’s chest and abdomen fully healed of their battle damage. Good.

“What….oh my stars,” Mori said, amused disbelief lining his exhausted voice. He sat up, bringing an arm to wrap around the lower back of Avo’s jacket, their chests almost touching. A tired but content grin spread across Mori’s face at the sight of his diamond; Avo had a small smear of blood over his mouth and seemed entirely unaware of the fact. The dark reds made a stark contrast against his bright pink, almost glowing hue.