Connie's subconscious must have grabbed onto the brief conversation they'd had. Of course, Connie wasn't one to really personally attack someone by any means possible (and neither was Steven). Perhaps she wasn't alone when everyone had kinks better left a fantasy, she mused to herself as she wandered into Steven's office.

He didn't really need an office so much as he needed the entire Empire City Building and a team of Pearls to organize his papers. Being the unofficial king of a world he wanted less than nothing to do with had been pushed aside in favor of watching his child grow. Lists of resources Homeworld was lacking, a petition for a therapist on Homeworld and specified education, and a thousand letters from The Diamonds themselves imploring him to come and visit were piled from desk to ceiling nearly. She locked eyes on something sitting smack in the middle and assumed it must be misplaced as Steven had a habit of leaving grocery lists in here. It was shocking to say the least when she realized she'd unintentionally stumbled upon the same pad of paper he used to list and define all the kinks they'd explored.

She chuckled remembering a time when they'd had a far more innocent bucket list of eating spicy fries with no drink and swimming with their clothes on. Where had the time gone? Sure she wouldn't trade this life for anything else, not even the world, but it was almost nostalgic in a sense.

Without thinking she grabbed it, smirking to herself as she flipped to the very back and found actual notes about each affair.

Agoraphilia: Connie just might be onto something here.

Enkuopoiphilia: We fucked on the floor next to the bed and this is now my every waking thought. Am I obsessed?

She giggled to herself and realized that may not have been far off. Sometimes he looked at her baby bump like he longed for Azalea to be out so he could put the next baby in. Something told her she was going to be spending a lot of time pregnant, and strangely enough she didn't really mind it as long as they planned and spaced them out accordingly.

Galactophilia: I'm going to Hell. That's all.

Katoptronophilia: This might be my new favorite thing. I love her so much, I can't wait to marry this woman.

"Whatcha doin?"

She curled in her lips to avoid the suspicious smile that was trying to break out. "Reading."

He stopped in beside her and took a moment to squint at what she was reading. "Being nosy?"

She scoffed and pushed off the chair carefully. "Says you."

Steven licked his lips and almost replied, but caught himself with a rueful shake of his fist. "I can't help being nosy. That's kind of a major character flaw of mine. You know better." He pulled her against him and hummed to himself. "You're so fucking pretty." His eyes raised from her face to survey the two star clips in her hair.

Connie grinned. "Something the matter?"

He swept her off of her feet and shook his head. "Nope. But I did come out here because I had an idea after the baby is born."

"Oh?"

"Give me three numbers under ten. The first number is the amount of times I'm allowed to get you off. Second number is the amount of surfaces I get to use, third is the number of positions." He gave her a cocky smile and leaned down to kiss her repeatedly until she swooned. "This kink stuff is getting too easy, I need a challenge."

Her laughter turned tearful quickly and he frowned in confusion. "I don't know why I'm crying. I think I just really like you or something."

Warmth so unlike his dream filled him and he hugged her close. "There is no one I'd rather share my Darkest Desires with than you, my love." She cried harder and he nuzzled them away. "Do you want some cheese?"

She nodded softly and bunted against his chest. She loved this big, silly, passionate man. "Wait no, I want cheese but on bread. But not like a grilled cheese, that sounds disgusting. I want cheese on bread but not cooked. Ugh, that sounds so fucking good."

Steven tented his brows in pain above her but nodded obediently. "Whatever you like, Connie."

"You think I'm gross for that, don't you?" She laughed, trying to compose herself again.

Her fiancé nodded emphatically. "Oh yeah, totally."

As disrespectful as it was to his talent, he made Connie a plain cheese sandwich and set it in front of her. "Here you go. I... I hope you enjoy it." He did his very best to sound cheerful, but the distain he felt for the flimsy excuse of a meal was making his eyes water with the effort to not kill it with fire. Maybe then it would make a grilled cheese. Maybe then Connie would come to her senses.

She reached for it eagerly but then turned away in distress. "Oh god, you're totally right. This is gross."

It took everything within Steven not to burst out laughing. "What else do you want then?"

"I feel bad," She mumbled. "I'll eat it."

Steven snatched the plate faster than she could grab the horrendous meal and tossed it plate and all into the trash. "Oh no you won't. I'll make you something actually edible. And," He added as she directed a shocked drop of her jaw his way. "I'm not having that plate in my house anymore. It's been tainted."