"Oh, Ni~!"

She glanced up from her book and observed her lover somehow soaked from head to toe with a wild look in his eye. "Yes? Why are you so wet?"

She was answered immediately, not by him, but by a rolling noise in the sky that made her eyes widen and his smirk grow. "I was thinking about it. It's so funny, as teens you'd always get all cuddly and extra touchy during storms. If only I'd known," He sighed wistfully.

"If only," She agreed solemnly. "I feel like a lot of your stress and problems could've been solved by therapy and afterglow."

"Fucking half parents," He muttered. "Anyways... I'm going to go dry off."

She set her book down, silently cursing herself for not bookmarking the page and bit her lip. "Can I dry you off instead?"

He cupped a hand around his ear and tipped his head. "I'm sorry? I think the thunder cut you off."

Connie leapt up, feet on the couch like a bad girl and asked again, much louder and finishing off with, "Unless you'd like to stay wet. Less work for you later."

He smiled dazzlingly and shoved his hands in his pockets as she walked up to him and rested her chin on his chest. "I suppose," A kiss. "It wouldn't make sense to dry off," Another, slightly deeper kiss. "If you're just going to get me wet all over again." He hadn't meant for so much of his lust to be evident but the gravel in his voice made her physically melt into him a bit.

"If it wasn't so dangerous, I'd almost propose we do it outside. But that's crazy." She waved a dismissive hand in the air and turned away. It was rather insane to even be aroused by the heavy rain and soothing crashes and rumbles. It was more insane to want to have sex, outside, during said weather.

Lifting Connie was not an effort. She could've been six times her weight and it would not have been an effort, and even if she was he'd still be carrying her towards the balcony overlooking the beach.

"What are you doing?!" She squeaked and tried to push a blush from her face with her palm. "I-I said it was crazy!"

"Connie, we have reached so far past crazy that these feel more like adventures. And I'm always down for another adventure with you." When she buried her face in his neck he chuckled and moved her over to his side so she was braced with one hand and her legs wrapped around him. He paused and glanced down at her, a blush of his own rising up. "I... I really like holding you like this."

He ignored the smirk and snatched a blanket and pillow off of the couch as he passed.

"I swear you're becoming Daddy Dom soft with me sometimes, Steven Universe. There's more things trapped in your brain too."

He grinned. "Of course I'm going to be a great dad... hopefully anyways."

She giggled at the blissful oblivion he lived in and nodded. "Yeah, that too."

"Wait, was that another kink thing?" His cheeks burned and she finally let loose a sighing laugh at him. "Come on, I'm not an expert." Steven shouldered the door open and hummed at the warm, buzzing air of incoming storm.

Connie's teasing ceased as he set her down and situated the blanket on the table they ate on when they wanted to be outside for meals. "Steven, don't you worry we could get struck by lightning?"

"I'm pretty sure when I was a kid I saw Garnet get struck by lighting, and she was fine. My shield and bubble are made of the same thing so I can safely assume hard light isn't conductive. More than that, the air will smell metallic and our hair will stand up on end if there's an oncoming strike. It'll trip my bubble without me even thinking about it."

Often it seemed that Steven Universe was far smarter than he let on. She watched him primp and adjust until everything was perfect. A wave crashed loudly and she was suddenly very thankful for their distance. It was still close enough to worry about flooding depending on the storm, but not too close that Steven couldn't erect a flood wall and succeed easily, even if it took a lot out of him.

The sky illuminated everything for a moment in a bright blue white flash of light. For a split second you could almost believe it was day with no sun, but it subsided quickly into hazy greyness again. The white caps on the water were vicious, with waves powerful enough to drag one under until the storm had passed.

Steven grabbed her hips as the thunder rumbled a second later and mumbled against her neck, "You smell like sin."

She grinned and let him walk her back against the edge of the table. "Is that a good thing?"

"No. I want you to smell like me," He confessed quietly and nuzzled into her further. "And I wanna smell like you."

"I've got my perfume inside."

Her willful ignorance made him kiss his teeth and skim them up to just under her ear. "Oh, but this is just so much more interesting." A strong, demanding hand pushed up her shirt and found she was braless. "Am I to guess you don't have panties on either?"

"You'll have to find out." The last of her sentence was drowned out by the storm but he lifted her onto the table anyhow and playfully poked her chest.

"So be it." He brought kisses to her exposed skin, already starting to feel hot with all of the humidity. He tugged off his shirt and then thinking better, hers as well. Her body, the body of his woman dimly lit with their kitchens light shining through the window was powerful. The kisses returned to kiss over both of her mounds, latching on to stimulate the nipple for a moment even when the embarrassment became almost as intense as the pleasure he got from it.

"Got milk?" Connie quipped to a pained groan as he pulled away far earlier than he would've liked.

"Shut up. You promised not to make babey jokes. You promised." He bit down on one and tugged on it between careful teeth. Another small lick and a bit more trickled out to give him a taste of the cream. "You tease me but every time I go for a drink you start leaking. That indefinitely means you get a oxytocin kick out of it too, so if you're going to make babey jokes, I'm gonna start making Mommy jokes."

Before Connie could burst out in euphoric laughter at how much she loved this smart ass man, his tongue got back to work. She groaned and trembled when his tongue slipped to the skin below her breast. There was something electrifying about foreplay and looking up into the blackish clouds while they raced in to cover the sky. His kisses were turning into nibbles as he worked his way down impatiently. Thick fingers tugged at her boy shorts and he smirked up at her. "Hey, Connie?"

"Yeah?" She lifted herself a bit to look at him. "Stoplight check?"

"Green. But, I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry." His smile was borderline villainous.

"Why would you say that?" Her body tensed with anticipation.

He answered by placing a kiss to her most erogenous area, that little small of her hip above her thigh and near where her labia started. Immediately she gasped, the sound near obscured by a violent sound of rushing. Raindrops started falling on her exposed skin and down her sides. Steven was already damp, but now she was nearing the same as it started to come down harder.

Steven loved teasing her like this, the way she convulsed and grew wet without him ever having to touch her clit or put his fingers inside was hot. He wouldn't deny himself the joy though. A single finger slickened by his healing saliva traced over her lips during his assault of hickeys and kisses. She could only grab onto his hair and whisper his name as her hips rocked without command.

She truly was a brave girl, and he admired it so. The lightning was starting to get wild as the storm officially struck, and every once in a while it would cast blue black shadows over her face tight with ecstasy. He couldn't hear her, but he could feel the way her body tensed with each sound she made.

He chuckled to himself when a wave and her orgasm collided in timing. Was he in tempo with the storm? This was fucking awesome.

His lips traveled back up to her neck as he shoved his pants down and shivered at the dual cool and warming sensation from the air against his bare skin. He took a moment to tease at her entrance while he looked into her eyes. They were on yet another adventure, another strain for adrenaline, together yet again. It was sincerely romantic, the movie rain pouring down around then even when he slid in and bottomed out. Her hands reached for him and he locked his elbows over her shoulder so he could kiss down her chin and back up again.

Connie arched her back and gripped under his arms, gasping as her hair grew wet and the sky flashed angrily. It was so bright she could see the freckles on his arms and the grin on his face.

She pulled him down to her ear, moaning in between thrusts, "I love you."

"I love you too." He didn't know if she heard him because her eyes were shut now, but he slowed and intertwined their fingers. If she didn't hear it, then she was going to feel it dammit.

The sweet gesture made her eyes open again as she was finally able to catch her breath. His eyes were natural, those soft brown eyes she could melt into were staring into her own achingly in love with her. His feelings were written all over his face and while she'd heard him the first time she adored moments like this. He was pumping into her slowly, relishing everything about her. Rain water made his long hair stringy, curlier and darker than it really was with droplets dangling at the ends and falling every time their hips met. His face was wet too, so she wiped it away uselessly as more took its place and kissed him.

He loved how tenderly she kissed him even with the storm crashing and waves splashing closer. The thought crossed his mind again and it filled him with excitement, he'd ask as soon as she got her fix and he bred her yet again. Her hands pushed him back so she could lock gazes with him, periodically wiping rain from her face and then gasping out, "Close!"

He'd take a bit longer but getting her there would break him down quickly. "H-hold it."

She nodded and took a deep breath. The intense face of focus made him almost laugh. When searching through memories before his mind shut and his thrusting picked up speed, he realized he remembered loving her being wet all over when taking her in the shower. This was no different, but far more intense. The wind ripped at their hair, giving the moment a magical feeling even without his powers active. This felt so human, so down to Earth and yet grand. A pleasant tingling at the base of his spine after a couple of minutes let him pull back from his kisses to warn her, "I'm close. You're so wonderful."

He gripped her hip and holding hands they came together in the pouring rain, matching cries of euphoria as both turned to feel it beating against their faces with ecstatic strained laughter.

Only they would be able to have sex in a storm and giggle about it as the orgasm passed.

"Come here, you." He slipped out and picked her up in his arms again, choking on laughter as she struggled to keep a hold. "You smell like the ocean and nature and you."

"We need showers." Her nose wrinkled until he kissed it enough times for her to intercept it.

He took careful steps as they kissed and eventually found the handle because she wouldn't stop kissing him like that and he didn't want her to stop. Pulling away meant stopping the kisses, his drugged mind told him, so he'd just have to figure it out the hard way. They'd get their shower, but first he just wanted to drown in this moment with her.