"Shut up."

"I'm not saying anything."

"You're laughing."

He was and he was sorry for it, sort of. "That's not talking."

Connie turned towards him, her nose flared in anger and embarrassment as she watched her familiar shiver, holding back his chuckles.

"How did this happen though?" He snickered, looking at the waist deep, bubble filled room. His lady sat in the center. He couldn't see anything under her neck but he figured her clothes were fully soaked. Her hair stuck to her face and her glasses smudged with a dark bubbly substance.

He thought her adorable.

"I was trying to learn a spell..." She turned away, finding the ceiling much more interesting than Steven's teasing grin.

"Emphasis on trying, huh?" He leaned on the doorway. "You know water spells aren't your strong suit, Connie. You're way too fiery."

"Well, I wanted to increase my skill set. There's nothing wrong with that." She retorted.

"Oh! Of course not." His voice was full of a faux shock. He gave her a dramatic scoff. "To even dream of hindering and not being supportive of your magical growth, well, that would make me unworthy to be your familiar." He chuckled before he spoke in his normal tone "Water though? Thought you hated those kinds of spells."

"I mean...It's not like that...water spells, they have their uses." The witch offered coolly. "Even if some are needlessly complex for a small thing" She whispered under her breath.

"So what spells were in the gist of learning? Something useful, I would fathom."

"Hmm? Uh.."

"From the large result." He waved his hand as to acknowledge the state of the room. "Gotta be something for our work. A subduing spell, perhaps?" He gave her a prideful smirk as he popped one of the floating bubbles, the very slight fragrant aroma hitting his nose.

"Uh. yeah." She nodded in bluff. "A total spell for easy subduing of demons."

"Really, you must have used a lot of magic to get all this." Steven grinned. "What's the name of it?"

"Hmm?" Connie looked at him pointedly as her mind tried to come up with a believable name.

"The name, My lady. The spell's name, what is it?"

"That's not important."

"I think it is, how else can I fulfill my duty as a familiar and help you master this spell."

"Heh-heh. It's ok. No need for that." The witch chuckled bashfully. "Besides I don't recall the name at the moment... Silly me."

The demon hummed in suspicion, before letting out a snicker. "That's fine... It's just this spell.. These bubbles... Look and smell oddly familiar.

"You..You've encountered this spell before?" She asked as dread ran up her spine.

"Encountered...I've performed this spell...quite a bit actually when I was living with the temps." He kissed his teeth, mischievousness radiating off of him as his grin grew. "My Intelligent, beautiful, fiery lady."

Connie grimaced at the teasing yet loving tone. She could feel it coming.

"Why would you need to perform a cleansing spell of this magnitude or at all?"

The embarrassment she felt from his smirk was tangible. "I was trying to do the laundry."

"Laundry?"

She nodded, her face a dark maroon. "You always do the domestic stuff around here...I wanted to take some of the burden off you."

'My wonderful lady.' The demon shook his head , touched at her attention. 'You do know we have both a washer and dryer right?"

"I'm quite aware of that!" She pouted, crossing her arms. "It was too hard to use, that's all."

Steven couldn't disagree, it wasn't your normal washer. " Violet chose it"

"That explains a whole lot, actually. " She sighed. "It's a very temperamental piece of machinery."

"So you tried to use the machine and..

"And it didn't pan out ok!" She interrupted, humiliated. "I took the rest of the clothes..."

"The rest?"

"Let me finish!" she ordered with a strained smile, eyes blazing.." I found a cleansing spell.... And this was the end result..A workshop full of magically produced bubbles and water...A clean failure, so to speak." She sighed as she threw her bare arms up. " You can laugh now. I think I'm gonna drown myself. "

"My lady..My sweet lady." He could stop the chuckles from coming.

"That's it, laugh at my foolishness."

"I'm not. I swear."

"Yeah, sure... Mind helping me with all this then."

"That's what i'm here for."

It took all of two minutes for Steven to clear the room. A simple glow of his eyes and snap of his fingers, and the water started to recede back into the center of the room like running into a drain as the bubbles popped leaving its floral fragrance In the air, revealing Connie's drenched clothes stuck, slightly shivering form and a small pile of clothes.

It was ten minutes after that, that the two of them were relaxing in the living room. Connie laying back on his lap in a comfy robe, hood up and hiding her face. Trying to drown out his laughing.

"You looked so adorable, the perfect look of abashment and wonder."

"Come on, don't tease me, you devil. I tried to do something nice." She looked up at her demonic love, poking his nose. " You could give me some credit."

"Credit?" He kissed her finger tips, causing her to giggle. " Really, you flooded your workshop and overly drenched our clothes in magic soap suds." Giving her another kiss on her palm.

"You didn't mind me being wet and drying was easy enough right, my dapper demon?" She smiled with a sigh as he kissed her wrist mark.

"I guess." A kiss upon her forehead. "I did appreciate your attempt, though. My fiery lady."

"Yeah? Even with how it ended"

He nodded with a smile. "Yeah even with how it ended. You, wet and adorable. Looking completely guilty and out of your element." He bit his lip to try to keep the laughing down.

"Oh shut up." She smiled in embarrassment before holding his cheeks and pressing her lips to his

The demon slowly broke the kiss smiling back. "This is not convincing to be quiet, you hot witch."

"Maybe, I need to get deeper then ."

As they were about to kiss again a voice resounded from the basement.

"WHY IS THERE SMOKING CRATER WHERE THE WASHER AND DRYER SHOULD BE?!!" Violet's voice yelped from below.

"Connie.. You didn't." Steven's cheeks turned pinkish purple as he broke down into giggles for the umpteenth time that day.

"I panicked!"

Is that why you used a spell? You blew up the washer and the dryer!?" He wiped his eyes as he howled in laughter throwing his head back.

"It's not that funny!" Connie exclaimed as she turned burgundy under her hood and folded her arms.

Steven looked at his lady as he calmed down. Dipping back down smirking.

"What?" Connie accused side-eyeing him.

"I'm so happy to have you, My lady." He spoke truthfully and full of love at his pouting lady

Connie sighed before giving him a peck snuggling close to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"Yeah, I am."