For her, a hair tie with a star barrette.

For him, star stud earrings.

It just fits them so well.

A dark room, so dark that candlelight barely pierces the veil. Shadows dance across their faces and clothes as they gaze at each other and whisper in hushed voices.

Steven once again takes an interest in how light reflects against her skin, the near angelic glow she radiates while apparently being anything but. It's on display now more than ever with her hair up in an elegant bun and curls dripping down the sides of her face. Her dark wine red dress matched the matte shade over her lips, giving her a bold look that made his mouth water and throat dry. Those long black lashes batting at him in intervals, and the sparkle of playfulness in her eyes were the sweetest sin.

"Me estás mirando fijamente [You're staring at me]." She tipped her head at him and wrinkled her nose.

He hummed and licked his lips thoughtfully. Qui suis-je pour me refuser le plaisir? [Who am I to deny myself the pleasure]?"

Having a super genius friend like Peridot had proved once again useful. Sure, they could've spent 30 years in immersion language and quiz each other on suffixes and proper noun gendered items but why bother when that task was so easily abbreviated with technology?

"Oh, calla. ¿De verdad vas a ser más un coqueteo terminal ahora [Oh, hush. You're really gonna be a terminal flirt more now]?" She giggled at his hearty nod and him waggling his eyebrows.

His eyes dropped to the tiny bowl between them and plucked out one of the perfect strawberries he'd grown. The shine caught in the flicker of flames, various parts dulled out with drizzles of chocolate and white chocolate. "Bien sûr, mon amour. Mon amour mérite de se sentir beau [Of course. My love deserves to feel beautiful]." He raised his hand to her mouth and murmured, "Ouvrir [Open up]."

She parted her lips and guided it into her mouth with her tongue, keeping the lazy and searing eye contact. It was sensual of course, but far more was it full of comfortable intimacy. She was grateful for the dim lighting, that matching suit he had was all kinds of dangerous on him in full light. It was near impossible to fathom how no one had thought to explore richer shades on her Steven. Her boyfriend was as sexy as he was passionate in a deep red, it made her want to touch him everywhere. Her next goal was emerald green.

The sweet tartness of the strawberry was magnificent, erupting into her mouth and slightly coating her lips as she bit into it. The chocolate tangled with the fruit and created a delicious reward over her tongue.

Steven was silent, watching her lips wrap around the strawberry was criminally intense. Watching the juice pool to the right and drip down made him pull the remains away and precariously move the candle to lick it away. "Viens t'asseoir sur mes genou [Come sit on my lap]."

The table disappeared and Steven caught the strawberry bowl in one hand as she straddled him. The bowl was set down so he could press his cool hand to her bottom and pull her closer.

"Creo que estoy empezando a tener hambre de otra cosa dulce~ [I think I'm starting to get hungry for something else sweet~]," She purred and clutched at his collar as he hiked her dress up the rest of the way.

He fingered along the sides of her panties, following the path of her ass up and over until he found her thighs and ran his finger over her lips, teasing out the wetness for himself. "Il y a quelque chose d'absolument beau dans le fait que tu me parles salement en Espagnol, chérie [There's something absolutely fucking beautiful about you talking dirty to me in Spanish, darling]." He chuckled and grabbed one of her hips to stop her from grinding against his hand. "Ralentissez votre fille gourmande [Slow down you greedy girl]."

She whined softly, digging her fingers in the shorter baby curls at the top of his neck. "¿Te gusta cuando te hablo sucio en español? Vergonzoso [You like when I talk dirty to you in Spanish? Shameful]." She tsked as he looked up at her and raised his lips for a kiss as he grew hard underneath her.

He loved the sound of her whispering it too. Somehow it was a supercharged moment listening to her speak and tease him in a different language while she was practically all over him. She tasted like strawberries and chocolate and love. He ached from within just staring down into those sultry eyes as his finger finally slipped between her folds and found himself to have guessed correctly at her wetness. It would never fail to make him proud to know what he did to her. "Ne me taquine pas, espèce de pute. Tu coules pratiquement sur mes doigts [Don't tease me you whore. You're practically dripping down my fingers]."

She pressed her cheek to his and tilted her pelvis so he would slip a finger inside. "¿Por qué no haces algo con mi goteo entonces, hotshot [Why don't you do something about my dripping then, hotshot]?" She kissed along the shell of his ear, working small whines and sighs from him.

Steven being a man of passion and romance, of course rumbled back to her in French, a language of love for a man made of love. He smiled at her and removed his hand entirely, raising it to her mouth. "Goûtez-vous [Taste yourself]," He demanded, pushing the creamy fingers into her mouth that she accepted happily. Her tongue wiggled between them and he moaned softly as she pulled off languidly and brought her lips to his.

Her tongue brushed against his and a small taste of her had him slipping out of the chair to bring her to the nearest bed, which if he wanted it bad enough would appear without his lips moving from hers.

They never stopped clinging to each other, his body landing firmly on top of her as they crashed to the sheets in a desperate make out session.

She finally pushed him away to see his face and grinned dangerously. "Hey, Steven?"

He licked his lips over a smirk of his own, his eyes practically sparkling. "Hm?"

Hair was tugged as she roughly brought him to her lips to whisper, "Main chaahata hoon ki aap mere andarunee hisse ko phir se vyavasthit karen [I want you to rearrange my insides]." She provided a seamless switch of language that she didn't need the device for, the words now coming a bit more rapid.

There were few things that truly and immediately brought a bonfire to the hybrids soul. He loved when she batted her eyes at him, whether seriously or not. There would never be a time that it wouldn't turn him to putty when she rode him with her hands around his neck. Her praise made him needy and squeaky and red faced, a "good boy" could bring the massive powerhouse to his knees clinging to her legs in submission. But there was one other thing that always made his entire being burn for her, her native tongue made his knees weak. He couldn't describe why, not without a red face and near pulling out all of his hair with his nervous tics.

The factual reason was he loved that she was comfortable enough to speak it with him when she rarely if ever spoke it with anyone else. It was trusting and her trust in him was sexy.

"Mujhe achchha laga ki aap is par kaise pratikriya dete hain. Isase mujhe tumhen kaatane kee ichchha hotee hai [I love how you respond to this. It makes me want to bite you]~." She did just that, latching around the side of his neck aggressively just to hear his wavering squeal and exhale.

Oh sweet stars in the sky. This was borderline too sensual for him, he was worried they'd might fuse in the back of his mind but he didn't want this to stop. "Bakavaas yah bahut achchha lagata hai [Fuck, that feels so good]~!" His hands gripped at her hips and grinded her against him slowly.

She pulled back and flushed. "Hapane Hindee mein javaab diya [You responded in Hindi]," She breathed and drifted her fingers over his rapidly warming face.

"Kya mainne [Did I]?" He scrubbed at the back of his neck as she gave him a bewildered expression for a moment.

She leaned in to kiss him. And then again. And again. They weren't short kisses by any means, just when he thought she'd had her fill she would keep going, keep rubbing her thumbs against his cheek. By now he had lost count, dizzy and breathless from her rare show of infatuation. He pouted when she pulled away the last time, sensing the end of the cycle of affection.

"kshama karen, main virodh nahin kar saka [Sorry, I just couldn't resist]." Her tongue found his upper lip. "Aakhirakaar mujhe apeel dikh gaee [I see the appeal finally]." She tipped his head back and littered nips and licks up his jugular, huffing out a laugh when his hands started playing with her breasts. "Mujhe lagata hai ki meree bhaasha mein aapakee seksee aavaaz sunakar mainne apanee paintee barbaad kar lee hai [I think I've ruined my panties listening to your sexy voice speaking my language]~," She cooed at him, carefully tugging on the part of his earlobe not obscured by his earring.

"Krpaya! Krpaya mujhe isakee aavashyakata hai [Please! Please, I need it]!" It shot out of him before he could process it, only furthering his bashfulness.

She laughed mockingly and bit his bottom lip. "Kya aapane ise arjit kiya hai? [Have you earned it]?"

He ground his erection into her in frustration. "Haan! Krpaya [Yes! Please]!"

She pinched his cheeks and hummed, pleased with his begging coming so naturally. "Itana achchha ladaka... Ya tum itanee vyaakul ho ki tum meree raajakumaaree banane vaalee ho? [Such a good boy... or are you so overcome you're going to be my princess]?"

He went almost limp in her hands when she forced him to look into her eyes, a heavy blush covering his face as he strained for a kiss with a nod. "I need you."

"You're so fucking cute." She lifted her dress over her body and though he was saddened by it being discarded, her nearly naked body against him made it irrelevant. She stared him down for a moment with a tiny smirk, drifting her finger down the bridge of his nose. The rush she got from it manifested in her breasts and she giggled as she dropped her head to watch the pearly white dribbles of her milk travel down his suit. "Open your mouth." She lifted and teased her nipple on his tongue, loving the surprised growl when he tasted it.

"Don't make babey jokes," He mumbled and latched on, trying to avoid her eyes in his shame.

Of course, that wouldn't do at all. He was forced to look into her eyes and face her head on as he suckled. "Oh, you don't want any? You want me to... take it away?"

The feeling of his arms lifting from her ass to wrap around and keep her in place with narrowed eyes made her giggle until he bit her nipple. "I deserve the fruits of my labor."

"You're so embarrassed, aren't you?" She asked lowly. "You're embarrassed that my lactation turns you on."

He choked and unlatched to bury his face in her breasts. "Stars, you're so cruel to me."

His little humiliated whine and the hardening of him underneath her were awfully contradicting. "Karma ek kutiya hai, hai na raajakumaaree [Karma is a bitch, isn't it princess]?"

Laughing to try and separate from it, his eyes shamelessly drifted to the other tit with a soft lulling of his gem as he began to glow. "G-goddamn it." He latched onto it and grunted weakly.

"Is that glow for me? Tum bahut sundar ho [You're so pretty]~."

Steven grumbled and pulled out his bun, trying to get that stupid blood flow away from his face. He was starting to sweat and tremble underneath her teasing. He loved when she teased him about it. He hated when she teased him about it. "Everything's for you." He hated how wanting he sounded but he couldn't help it, not with Connie. "Aaj raat mujhe tumhaaree pooja karane do."

Her eyes widened as a heat of her own filled her face. "Well, I'm not going to pass that opportunity up."