Steven Universe Fanfiction

My Pearl

Prologue: Moving In

"This is it, yeah?"

"Correct. All twenty boxes of our belongings should have arrived at this apartment. As for the shop…"

"Yes but we can worry about that later. For now, our things call to us, dear wife, and so tally ho!"

The husband rushes into the simple almost cube-like two story building that resides in the quiet Waterman Street, surrounded by strips of empty real estate and a beach. One might say it is too quiet since this soon-to-be shop is neighbored by only two other places of business. If one were to walk east, they would find the local car wash, It's a Wash. Towards the equally distant west, the Funland Amusement Park with its bright lights, cheery music, and whirring mechanics.

Inside the building itself is the makings of what appears to be a café of sorts: from the glass double doors, ten tables can be seen spread out amongst the main floor seating at most three people; to the side, there is a single glass door from which a paved walkway can be seen, leading to the concrete patio outside; farther back, there is a wooden counter from which a shining cash register sits; behind the counter, a simple kitchen awaits equipped with gas stoves and vents in the ceiling.

A curious addition to the kitchen is a set of stairs going up, leading to a simple room. It is not particularly big but one could say cozy for two. A simple sliding door at the left is the closet, open to the mid-day sun that shines through a wide window that gives a stunning view of the waters of Rehoboth Bay…or it would have if it were not disturbed by the sight of twenty cardboard boxes piled neatly as if it were a wall. The husband cannot help the sigh that escapes at the slightly ruined moment but he smiles at the implications of it all.

"Is everything there, Edward?" The wife asks, moving to stand beside the husband. His smile becomes much brighter when his eyes land on his beloved wife.

Through his rose-colored glasses, his wife is a sight to behold. She is a cream colored beauty with long peach colored hair ending in small ringlets, framing an oval face with gentle Alice-blue eyes with a kind smile. One of the features that sharply stand out is her prominently forward-pointed nose which, in his opinion, makes for fun eskimo kissing. Her choice of dress is that of a Victorian-era governess: a high-collared white blouse tied at her neck by a black ribbon and a black skirt from which peeked out an inner-skirt of white with a patterned lace edge.

Her husband opts for simpler clothing over his wiry frame: a faded t-shirt with the remnants of an image and blue jeans that are frayed at the end. She is aware of the more fanciful clothing he will wear once their business takes off but for now, they remain sealed in the wall of boxes before them. Through her gentle eyes, she takes in the adulation bursting forth from Edward's downturned earthen eyes, the same eyes that many people opinionated that it made him look weary. True enough, she thought, but she takes in the toothy grin, his quick steps as he wraps his arms around her, and the gusto at which he twirls her around with both of them laughing all the way. She sees all of him and understands.

"Yup, everything is here, Patricia. Including us," he says, pecking her on the tip of her nose. She playfully swats at him before reciprocating with a much deeper kiss on the mouth.

Edward's arms circle around Patricia's waist as one of her cool hands sneak their way through his punk-style lopsided hair and take a hold of the base of a long braid. He shivers as her other hand traces the stylized sun tattoo on the right side of his head. She ends the kiss though, giggling as he groans at the loss.

"Come along, darling. We've still got to unpack," she says, walking towards the boxes.

"Yes, dear," he replies still in a dazed joy.

The work, starting in the afternoon, slowly bleeds away into night as the moon rises but the couple pays no mind. Clothing is given and folded into appropriate piles with some undergarments both simple and risqué popping up causing both to laugh, personal kitchenware is transported downstairs into a separate cabinet, their bathroom sundries is set aside for when they get around to dividing the space despite the knowledge that their things will eventually get mixed up together, and their futon is stuffed neatly into the closet after much heave-ho and shenanigans involving a blanket cocoon.

At the end of it all, the blanket cocoon is recreated as Edward spoons Patricia, hands interlocked around her slim naked waist as he brings her against his own equally naked body. Both sleep with the greatest of smiles on their faces.

Author's Note: Holy crap, wish I could figure out these mechanics faster. Anyways, enjoy.