"Steven~?"

His eyes immediately snapped up from his phone to take in Connie's face, because that voice? It was trouble. "You have my attention. Don't tell me you're dying to dom me again." She blushed and he winked at her, causing it to turn darker. That wasn't it then.

"Shut up. No." She stood straighter. "I, uhm, I saw this really cute outfit online and–,"

He got excited immediately, the golden retriever he was. "You're gonna do a fashion show for me?"

She snorted. "Well... not exactly."

She had officially lured him away from the couch and toward the bedroom. There was no end to the curiousity this woman provoked out of him, and every little moment she seemed to become more interesting.

In a way, he was right. It was a fashion show. But not for her.

Connie stood back as Steven eyed the outfit, noticing its fashionable appearance in the back of his mind. It was cute, very cute, but something he'd never have caught his Connie wearing and it was way too big for her anyhow. He glanced at her, anticipation written on her face, and then back at the outfit. "So, you're telling me you want me to put this on?"

"Yes," She squeaked. God, she was adorable, and more than that she had nothing to worry about.

Steven Universe was a bit of a mixed bag appearance wise. His broad shoulders and arms were masculine, but his hands though big were feminine. His hair, curly and beautiful, was ambiguous. Feminine eyes and thick long lashes, masculine scruff, masculine stance and feminine grace. He could turn one on as easily as the other, and had zero problems with wearing a skirt or a dress.

Needless to say, booty shorts and a pink and white sweater top with long sleeves was nothing strange to him. It was strange, however, Connie's obvious excitement. "What's the catch?"

She fiddled with her robe thoughtfully. "Date night."

"In this?"

"Uh huh." She nodded a bit too eagerly and he chuckled.

In quite possibly the most provocative action she'd ever seen he snatched the top off of the bed. "You're going to be all over me as soon as I put this on, aren't you?"

"After our date night, absolutely. Quit stalling. I'm going to grab a drink." She gave him a suspicious little look and tightened her robe around herself. "Hurry."

Looking in the mirror, Steven couldn't help his laugh. It was certainly feminine with her sizing it up a bit so it would hang looser, and the shorts hugged all the right places. He felt pretty as he pinned his hair up into a bun with a familiar star band. "Monsieur l'Univers, vous avez l'air assez bon pour manger [Mister Universe, you look good enough to eat]."

Strangely, he was a little nervous to show off to Connie. A split second of anxiety about her ending up not liking it on him was quickly shoved down as he forced himself to open the door. His gaze dropped to hers and then lower to take in what she had apparently been hiding under her robe.

She donned a white undershirt that hugged her shoulders and over that, maternity skirt overalls in a perfectly matching pink and white. She was angelic in every way, and he told her that.

"Holy shit, you're so hot," She giggled as she tore her gaze away from him.

"What, I wasn't hot before?" He pouted, pulling her close and closing the door behind him. "You put us in matching outfits. You're so shmaltzy."

She gagged and swatted his chest playfully. "Don't start. Every time I tell you you're hot, clothes start coming off."

His laughter echoed around the house. "Every time I so much as breathe the wrong way clothes start coming off. Do... do you like it though?"

His moment of apprehension disappeared as her lips curled in and she made a pained face of undying attraction. "I... I already told you that you look beautiful." She could hardly get it out it seemed and she was having a hard time keeping her eyes on his face.

He snorted and pushed her back until she was sitting on their living room couch. "Ladies and gentlemen and everything in between, now presenting the next fashion sensation: Steven Quartz Universe!" He announced and strutted around in front of her, trying to hold back the laughter caused by her wandering eyes all over him.

"You know," He said as he tossed her a smirk over his shoulder and posed for imaginary cameras, "You should take a second look at my ass. And then a third. And then a fourth." He choked on a little guffaw before adding, "You know what? You just tell me when you're ready to move on to my other assets."

"I'm ready to put your assets to use," She uttered, practically drooling. "You're such a pretty boy."

He turned back around and pulled her up with him. "No one and nothing compares to your beauty, mi amour."

She hummed at the tone change and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "That clip is from our "language studies", isn't it?"

He nodded. "But I know enough French to know how to woo you anyways, so it was more of a perfect addition than a necessity."

"Silly," She teased.

"Confident," Steven corrected. "You make me confident. No other person in this world makes me feel the way you do." They met in a sweet kiss and her fingers drummed along the back of his neck.

It deepened and as it progressed she noticed him grunt. "Are you okay?"

He glanced down at the shorts and let out a sound of malcontent. "These are so restrictive. Kissing my sexy baby mama is giving me a real struggle."

She laughed hard (Who had taught him that phrase?!) and crouched down like he had done so many times with her bump, but a bit less gracefully because of it. "Aw, poor baby." She stroked him through his shorts and he sucked in a breath as his cock struggled against them. "You're right, these are tight."

"C-Connie..." He winced in bliss and backed from her touch. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my effortless androgyny and charm." She whined and he helped her back to her feet just to press hungry kisses to her neck for a moment. "You're so precious in your outfit I couldn't help it. I have an idea before we go."

He quickly ran back to the bedroom and rifled around the bedroom drawer before returning and throwing half of her hair into a ponytail complete with her own star clip. "Now we're really matching."

Their night consisted of strange looks and the very best part, people's ultimate confusion of Stevens gender. He was tall sure, but there was no rule saying girls couldn't be.

"Holy shit you're a fine drink of water, baby."

Connie had wandered across the bar to grab a glass of water and had just caught his eye as she was headed his way.

Steven waited a moment before turning around, trying not to laugh and found that when he did he couldn't stop it. "Oh, hey Kevin."

The look on his face was like no other: red, mortified, and completely shocked. Where Steven had glowed up, Kevin had stayed exactly the same. "W-wait, you're trans?"

"No," Steven crooned, taking a bold choice to step closely into his personal space. "I'm just a really, really, really pretty boy." He took a sip of his beer as Kevin went through every stage of grief right before his eyes.

Connie finally joined and raised an eyebrow. "Kevin! I'm so surprised to see you!" Her overly cheerful tone and obvious pregnancy only flustered him further and deepened Stevens laughter. She leaned in a bit closer to him and puffed out her chest as she deepened her voice a little. "Are you trying to hook up with my Steven? I should beat your ass broken. Get away from my wife."

Steven choked so hard he nearly spit out the big mouthful he was about to swallow at the hilarity of it all. Kevin turned away and walked off with his tail between his legs. "Please, if there's a God, let Kevin question his sexuality forever," He fake prayed to a giggle from Connie. "The fact that you called me your wife has to be the cherry on top of my evening."

She threw her head back and laughed harder. "This is too much fun. I needed something interesting with this little fucking–,"

"Ah! No!"

"This beautiful little gift from your ballsack sucking every natural resource it can find from my body," She completed with a fluttering eye roll.

Steven dropped a healing kiss to her forehead and looked around, noting another two people headed their way with determination. "Heads up, we have more company."

"Oh?" She turned and saw the two women holding hands. "I'll bite if you do."

"Okay," He murmured as they reached them.

The taller one, even taller than Connie stuck out a cheerful hand. "Hi! My name is Kelsey and this is Jack! I'm so glad to see other lesbians here!"

The two exchanged a look and Steven shrugged slightly.

"It's nice to meet you," He took the hand just as Jack shook her head apologetically.

"Sorry, Kelsey is excitable," She told them, taking both of their hands next before she tugged on the loop of Kelsey's belt. "You can't just walk up to two people and assume they're lesbians, K."

Kelsey's eyes widened like she had never even fathomed the possibility of it being rude. It was awfully cute. "Omigosh, I am s-so so sorry! You're both just so pretty!" She hugged the both of them and they returned it kindly.

Jack grimaced even when they grinned at them both. "She's a hugger too. Tone it down, girl."

"It's okay, my fiancé was just experimenting with my androgyny," Steven explained. "I'm gender-fluid, but my pronouns are usually masculine. I'm Steven."

Connie grinned up at him. "And I'm Connie. You're totally right by the way, the LGBTQ+ community is a little lacking."

They dove into conversation for awhile and ended up exchanging numbers before the two wandered off to go home.

"Look at you, Steven. Ugh, I just wanna eat you up," Connie swooned and patted her belly. "Baby is saying she thinks her dad is so cool."

Steven beamed and crouched to drop a kiss there. "Pretty girls, both of you. You're lucky, Z. Not as many girls get Daddies who will gladly let you do their makeup."

"A next time affair, perhaps?" Connie implored with a brush of her finger down the bridge of his nose.

"Oh yeah, definitely. This is too much fun, and all going straight to my head."

She chuckled. "It always does."

"Whoa, your girlfriend is tall as shit!"

Their attention was once again caught by a guy and as soon as Steven quirked a brow he hesitated. "G-girlfr... boyfriend... no... what?" He finally settled, clearly drunk.

"Dunno. A perfect fusion perhaps."

They giggled as he awkwardly excused himself to find a threesome elsewhere and they headed for the door once Connie started to crave an entire bucket of ice.

"I love your cravings," Steven told her. "Shit. I've gotta pee, wait for me." He dipped to the restroom and hesitated at the two doors. In any normal circumstance he would've gone into the men's room, but if he was really all that confusing to people right then, maybe he shouldn't?

No, he had a dick and he quite clearly felt perception was not reality. The reality was, today wasn't necessarily a feminine day for him. He just liked to be pretty for his Connie. It wasn't like there wasn't a bulge to notice anyhow.

He took a single step and a woman came out of the bathroom. "Girls bathroom is over here, love."

"Huh?" He froze like he'd been caught.

"I said the women's bathroom is..." He turned to face her and she stopped. "The... this has happened before, hasn't it?"

He chuckled. "Tonight more than ever, but yeah."

"Use whatever one you want, then. No one here cares."

He shouldered into the men's room, took a happily standing and very manly piss, and washed his hands. "Huh. No wonder my bisexual fiancée has a thing for me," He said, looking himself over in the mirror.

She later, instead of denying it, threw her hands into the night air. "My androgynous fiancé is the best of both worlds!"

"Should I wear a dress for our wedding?" He teased. "I totally can."

She shrugged. "Why not both?"

A grin rose and he bit the inside of his cheek. "You know, I'm actually not against that at all."