Training Exercise (Steven Universe, Jasper/Peridot/Amethyst, NSFW Fic)
A/N: Set in a gem colony, before the events that sent Peridot to Earth. Amethyst is based on thegembeaststemple âs protĂ©gĂ© AU, where Amethyst wasnât overcooked and serves Homeworld.
Contains spanking, light BDSM, subspace
It was too quiet. Too quiet for a kindergarten, for anywhere that hundreds of quartz gems congregated. Peridot was waiting for a boulder to be thrown or a stampede of footsteps, the ground rattling beneath her. She had complained about their volume when she was first stationed here, but she had grown so used to it that now the silence unsettled her. That meant something was wrong. She closed her screen mid-task and surveyed the area.
She was the only peridot stationed here today, but as she walked, the ground hollow and feeling fragile under her feet, steps echoing, she felt like the only gem here.
She made several glances to the warp pad, careful to note the distance in case she needed to escape. And then, because she wasnât fully focused on her surroundings or where she was going, paying attention only to her escape route, she ran into a big broad chest.
Peridot squealed, shooting straight into the air, her hair sticking on end like a frightened Earth feline.
âRetreat!â she yelled, as if that would make her feet move. They did but she was going nowhere; sheâd been picked off the ground by the back of her uniform. Her feet cycled through the air uselessly.
âItâs just me, runt.â The voice and the bellowing laugh that followed were familiar.
âJasper?â Peridot asked tentatively, turning her head. Once the wash of relief passed over her, she felt anxious again, realizing she hadnât used the impersonal âthe.â But, they were alone. She relaxed again.
Usually, Peridot didnât let herself get attached. Â She didnât call gems directly by name, without the âtheâ to objectify them, but before she could prevent herself, it had already happened. Peridot still couldnât place why she felt close to this particular jasper. They all looked the same, save for their gem placements, as long as they were formed correctly. But Peridot could always tell her from the others, without even looking for the gem on her nose. She recognized the thunder of Jasperâs footsteps and the familiar, bawdy tone that made her feel at ease. There was something telling in how Peridot reacted to Jasper placing her hand on her shoulder, but she chalked it up to surprise. If it had to be anything more, it was because they often worked together, not because she was special.
