Steven Universe understood every facet of love that there probably was.

He understood reluctant love, like the ones he had for his aunts, The Diamonds.

He understood obligatory love, like with the gems and his dad.

He understood platonic love, like with their best friends from Nova.

But of all the kinds of love, he especially understood unconditional, agape love. Every time he and Connie were together she could feel it emanating off of him how dearly he loved her. When he fucked her silly and cradled her alike, he put love into his every interaction for her.

But since she had hit her second trimester with a running start and they had officially confirmed the gender of their daughter, there was another form she couldn't help but melt over.

It wasn't new, quite the contrary actually. Love excited Steven. Her giant of a boyfriend, with his soft tummy and strong arms was just a big golden retriever with a nasty bite he would rather not have to show.

She smiled to herself, rubbing her stomach as Steven strummed his guitar for a group of children and sang to them. It seemed the baby fever hit everyone else a bit earlier, but the toddlers and children alike were enjoying and hanging on his every word.

Their little fingers would strum with him too sometimes. He'd hold a chord with one hand and let the little ones explore music with the biggest, happiest smile on his face. Music excited him too.

But apparently, nothing excited Steven more than Connie. He looked to her habitually and waved cheerfully, then pointed her out to the kids as if he were boasting. They waved just as jubilantly.

She waved back, grinning like an idiot. "Yes, Steven. I see you. Hello," She muttered under her breath.

One might accuse Connie of being obsessed, but she supposed there was a little obsession that came with love. Maybe not obsession, but rather enamorment. She adored how his love sometimes translated in such a juvenile manner, it meant it was pure after all. And Steven, despite their escapades, was a purely generous and loving man.

After a while her stomach started to grumble and she sighed, hating to have to tear him away from such fun. She waved him over and he got down on one knee so they could all hug and hang all over him. One even started climbing his back and his laughter traveled to her.

She could not fathom how he could perceive himself as a monster or a terrible person. It was simply impossible.

He jogged over with his guitar slung over his back and dipped down to greet their daughter first. "Azalea, I can't wait until you're out here so Daddy can hold you and sing for you."

"You sing for her all the time," Connie laughed. "And I'm gonna start getting jealous."

He placed a bunch of kisses on her bump and hummed as he nuzzled against it. "Can you blame me? I'm infatuated with her. She's so perfect, just like her Mommy." He stood and grabbed her hand, kissing it earnestly. "Miss Knight."

She curtsied as much as her body would allow for. "My Liege."

"Shall we?" He offered an arm for her and they wandered back home lazily. They had nowhere to be and nothing to do but be with each other. "Are you in a better mood than yesterday?" He asked humorously. "Pretty sure baby's first word is gonna be 'asshole'."

She giggled. "That would not be a good look, would it?" Connie could admit she was rather crabby yesterday over there not being any tuna in the house. Steven had departed silently to grab some hoping to not end up in the crosshairs but ended up getting an earful for leaving without saying anything. Normally she wouldn't have minded much, but she liked to have him around more while she was pregnant.

"It wouldn't. I'm glad to see my wonderful fiancée so chipper today." Without warning he stopped and pulled her in for a very public, very passionate kiss. He then continued on as if he hadn't just rocked her world. "Anyways..." He trailed off and reached for her hand, then turning when he found she was not by his side.

She was stationary and practically swooning. His hormonal wife– ugh– fiancée, had a hand pressed to her lips and the other over her heart. "Sorry. You're just kinda cute sometimes."

He walked backwards until he was at her side again and she giggled at his silliness. "Kinda? Sometimes? Gosh, I guess I need to be trying a little harder." He paused and concentrated hard.

"What are you doing?" She asked as he stared at her like she was an angel.

He sniffled and a few tears fell to the ground, then sprouting up buttercups and roses. He knelt and gathered a few, seemingly unbothered by the cuts as he plucked the thorns off and handed the impromptu bouquet to her. "Here. Flowers for my flower."

She let out a watery breath and took them delicately. "Did you just cry on command just to give me flowers when there's a flower shop down the street?"

"Mhm! I love you so much. You just make me so damn happy I feel like I'm going to explode!" He told her emphatically.

Those brown eyes were light, like melted honey or something. She wasn't good with words, but she was good at crying apparently. "What the hell did I do to deserve you?"

He picked her up bridal style and continued on, now itching to be home for some TLC. "You were yourself."

"I can't do that more, Steven. Give me something tangible!"

He shrugged and upticked a brow. "I can give you something tangible."

"Shiva, Steven. How are you going to survive 6 weeks with no sex?" She laughed when he turned crimson despite all they'd done together, to and for each other.

"Cry about it probably," He teased. "I just love you, Connie. I dunno. You probably think I'm a lovesick idiot like everyone else does." He cracked a smile and was completely right, even his grin was lovesick.

"You're my lovesick idiot," She cooed, trying to wiggle down so she could walk. As soon as he let her down she got in his path, causing him to freeze. "I'm so in love with you, Steven Universe. I love the way you love me. I love the way you love our baby. I love how you try your hardest to love everyone around you." She interlocked their hands as the wind started to blow. "I just thought you should know."

Steven stared down at her in shock, watching the way the wind tussled the long hair she'd left down today once he brushed it. She was glowing with her pregnancy, her eyes shined up at him like the moon, her lips were still slightly parted from speaking. Even the bathrobe and pajamas she was sporting without a care in the world in the public eye seemed to fit her just perfectly and hug all the same places he wanted to. A girl with words that were once as sharp as her blade had confessed her love for him, pregnant with their child for all the world to see.

She was so beautiful.

They could barely make it past the front door before their lips were locked and he backed her into the nearest wall. He couldn't pin her with his body anymore, but he could certainly grab her wrists and make her helpless. It was almost as if he couldn't even speak, he was floored and his love language was touch unlike hers of words of affirmation.

"Steven, sl-slow down. I wanna be in charge, you've been such a good boy." She reached up to squish his cheeks and jumped out of the way just as he fell to his knees. "Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

His eyes glossed over with absolute adoration. "Oh, stop."

"Never." She pulled him back in for a sensual, domineering kiss. "You're so beautiful. So kind. So magnificent. Powerful."

He grinned and grabbed her hips, needing as much contact as possible. Powerful in what ways, he wondered. How could he even want any power when kneeling at her feet and her looking at him so proudly? Her would gladly abandon any power, every power he possessed, just to have a moment of intimacy with her.

She tugged his hair out of his top knot and ran her fingers through his curls, humming in appreciation at how they accentuated his baby face. "Lay down."

He sucked in a breath and glanced behind him. "Here?"

"Now."

He didn't know when he'd developed a thing for his Connie bossing him around, but his complete submission was there as he laid back and watched her beautiful body straddle him. "You're so pretty."

Connie had taken an interest in the hem of his pants, lifted slightly because of his lack of a belt and his raging hard on. "You're so hard," She chided. "What's that all about?"

He swallowed his sudden shyness, or at least tried. Her tone was sending spirals of electricity through him in unrelenting currents. "Cause I love you."

She adored how husky and sweet he was, and rubbed at him through his pants just to hear the quiet moans rise in pitch until he squeaked and flinched away from her touch. "You're so worked up already," She giggled. "You're going to make a mess in your pants, aren't you?"

"Please." Her touch sent him over the edge too easily. No one's hands felt like hers. "I need you."

He was so intense with his longing she tugged off his pants until they were down to his knees, hungrily eyeing his cock before her eyes locked on his again. She crawled up and kissed him, loving the way he moaned into her mouth and pushed his hands into the back of her pants to grope at her ass. "I love you, Connie."

She stood abruptly and he whined until her pants dropped along with her panties. His cock jumped at the sight and she tsked him. "Eager."

"Yes. Always." He was immensely disappointed when she kissed over his pelvic bone. "Please just fuck me. I'm dying here." Steven forced out a small chuckle. "I never tease you this much."

"Steven, we started fucking around like, ten  minutes ago. You've edged me for hours." She surrounded the head of his cock with her hot mouth and tried not to laugh at the drawn out moan that barreled out of him. He really was worked up today, drowning in her love for him. When her tongue swirled around the head and she took half of him he bucked into her mouth. She rose and gave him a stern look. "None of that. Be a good boy and sit still."

He laughed again, pushing a hand over his face in sorrow. "You're going to make me bust early."

"That's the plan." She took him again and pressed her hands onto his hips, a weak attempt at best to hold him in place. With her fingers drawing little hearts she brought him to the very back of her throat and let herself gag around him.

"O-oh s-shit please don't make me look like a little bi–!" He tensed his entire body with the effort it took to not cum and fill her now suckling mouth. She knew everything about pleasuring him to the fullest extent. The way her lips wrapped around him tightly and she pressed her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, the perfect speed and friction, and god was she drawing hearts on his hips? "I l-love you too."

She slowed to an agonizing pace, letting him feel every fraction of her mouth. Her tongue was doing that thing– "C-Connie, Connie you're gonna make me cum!"

"Mhm." As soon as her hand cupped his balls and started massaging he was officially down for the count, and she knew it.

He lifted his head for a second to watch her pleasure him so feverishly and determined, and their eyes met. He could see her own bit of hubris showing through her gaze as she took as much of him as she could and still pushed for more. "Ooooh..," His exclamation turned into a deep growl. His cock swelled harder and twitched with the force of his loads. She was so pretty as she swallowed and shivered herself, overtaken by the magic in his semen.

"Mhmm..." She pulled off with a sloppy pop and he bit his lip at all of the drool coating him. Sloppy toppy, his girlfriend loved his dick so much she couldn't help but salivate like she was famished for it. "What's that look about?"

He sat up and pushed her to the floor, following her body with his carefully so he could place kisses on every part of her he loved the most, which was everywhere. They healed for no reason other than to hope to show her his adoration. "Let me make love to you."

She spread her legs and he groaned at the wet sound it made. "Make love? My Liege wants to make love to me?" She chuckled. "Alright then."

That newer slickness surrounded him and he huffed, surprised at the minor overstimulation he felt. She was so warm. He buried his head into her neck and let every array of noise he had access to out. "Fuck, your pussy is heaven."

She giggled and pulled his head up so she could look into his eyes. Every rock of him pushing as hard as he could into her, as slow and stuttering as he could manage, she forced him to hold it. He nuzzled into her hands and hiccoughed as she bared down with every bit of strength in her. "Oh, keep hitting that spot, baby."

She didn't have to tell him twice. "Yes Ma'am." There was no way to stop himself from kissing her repeatedly. His worship of her body grew in passion as he slammed into her harder, fucking into that spot for all he was worth.

"Oh god, I love you," She groaned, pulling at his hair. "Keep fucking me like you love me."

"I do." He dug his teeth into her neck and pumped as deeply as he could, brushing and then pressing against her cervix until she squealed. "Swear to god, Ni."

A glow started to shine between them as they both approached an orgasm and he willed himself not to fuse by making his movements unpredictable. A quick shallow thrust and then a slow, balls deep ecstasy that made those black eyes roll back as she came around him. Her nails digging into his shoulders had him struggling to catch his breath as his knocked the wind out of him and the glowing finally encompassed them in a warm and very literal afterglow.

Stevonnie hummed contentedly, shaking with the combined pleasure of their counterparts. Stevonnie had always seen themselves as an experience, that's what they were.

But the experience was made of love. They were made of love. And maybe some of that love was a bit puppy doggish. Neither minded.