When Steven woke up the next day, he was pink and larger than his normal size. Normally he spooned Connie and wrapped his arms around her in peaceful content, but there was none of that today.

He was hard and throbbing staring at her strawberry shaped butt in those pajama shorts. Weren't they supposed to be loose if they were truly nightwear? That's how men's pajamas were, why did hers have to hold and caress her ass like that? Those were his dips and curves, and jealousy raced through him.

Then embarrassment. That didn't feel like a completely normal thought for him... He wanted to look around but his eyes were locked where they were.

She turned over suddenly, waking up to catch his gaze. "Are you okay, Bisky? You look upset."

"Take off the pajamas, they're driving me crazy." He sat up and tugged them off himself, licking and kissing everywhere they'd dared to touch as she squeaked in surprise.

"What's– ah! Oh, that feels... s-so– what's gotten into you?" Something was different, oddly familiar but not at the same time. Usually Steven waited for her to wake up and would ask politely to have her. She hardly ever declined, and when she did it was only to suck him dry or when she was really hungover. Even on bad days she rarely declined, and on his bad days he never acted like this.

She watched slack jawed as he tore her panties apart in his hands, mouth clenched in near furious disgust. After a second his eyes flickered back to brown. "Sorry. I'm... something's wrong with me."

Sitting up, she cupped his cheeks. "Talk to me. I'm here."

He sniffled a few times, needlessly working himself up. "S-something's wr-wrong with me, I got upset when your shorts were touching your ass like that." He sobbed once, gripping at his stomach in unreadable emotion. "I got jealous over nothing."

Oh boy. She may just have to bite the bullet on this one, she almost didn't even know how to respond. Her Steven was not a very jealous person, but she'd still expected a problem with the polycule before she expected a problem with her clothes getting to touch her. "Clothes are inanimate objects, Steven."

"But you're my Connie!" His eyes flashed an angry pink. He grimaced and shook her hands of his face, turning so his back was to her. "I think my Diamond half is losing his fucking marbles again. I'd almost welcome unfusing. I hate this. I hate myself."

"Whoa, whoa, Steven!" She hugged him from behind and dropped kisses to his bare skin. "I'm not upset, look at my face! It's... you're probably right, but I married him too, remember?"

He groaned, turning more to pull her onto his lap and rock her. "That makes me jealous too. He doesn't deserve you. Your beauty is endless and I only wanna share it with people I trust. My Connie." His nose found her hair to breathe in her familiar smell. "I sound like a psychopath."

Connie fought back the urge to flirtatiously murmur that he was her psychopath, deciding it would probably make him feel worse even if he was anything but. "Do you need to release some stress?"

He shook his head quickly. "For now, I just want you as close as possible at all times. I'm going to annoy the hell out of you and I'm so sorry in advance. You're probably so envious of the other girls not having to deal with this shit."

She giggled. "You don't think the other boys get randomly possessive? It's not just you, and it's okay as long as you remember what you told me."

"You belong with me, not to me," He recited quickly. "It's not that. It's that I have the need to be skin to skin 24/7 and I might lose my shit if another article of clothing so much as brushes against you." His lips found her neck feverishly despite his earlier claim. "Can I call you mine?"

Even in battling with himself on being possessive, he tried his hardest to be kind. She loved that about him. "Thats what I am, aren't I?"

Now every kiss was punctuated by him growling, "Mine. You're mine."

"Yours," She agreed breathlessly. "I'm yours."

He grumbled, shoving away the blanket just barely touching her ankle and pulled back to gaze at her nakedness. "You're so beautiful. Everything I see is mine, I just wanna count my blessings I guess." Those pink eyes traveled over every part of her. "That gorgeous genius mind, that perfect pussy. These tits." He found a bit of relief there and sucked on a nipple roughly. "Mine."

"You're going to make me horny." Maybe he was right, maybe his Diamond half was the deeper cause of this. His words didn't seem as fluid as the poet she knew her Steven to be. It almost seemed as if he was seeing everything about her for the first time.  But at the same time, having her nipples played with always sent tendrils of pleasure straight to her clit and she knew he knew that.

He ignored her for a second, swallowing as his glow lessened and he returned to normal size. "If I start you're going to hate me at the end. I'm going to actually run you ragged. I'm out of control."

"You wanna test that theory? I can take it." She nuzzled her nose against his but he scoffed.

"No I do not wanna test a theory to see if you'll hate me, because I'll win and then lose everything!" He giggled a little, still running his lips over her skin like he literally couldn't control himself. "And you're my everything."

Rolling her eyes at her shmaltzy husband, she lifted his face a bit more forcefully to give her a kiss. Something about all of this screamed pent up Diamond behavior, and they could get touch starved at an orgy. She kissed him fiercer than normal to gain his undivided attention and bit down on his lip to irritate him a little.

If this was really Diamond behavior, he'd exhibit force. If not, her human Steven would whimper and pull her closer.

Steven groaned sweetly, grabbed both of her hands and pinned her on the bed. "Are you trying to top me right now?"

Well, so much for that theory. It seemed it was working on both ends today. No matter, she was already wet from his wandering lips anyhow. "I just wanted to see what would happen," She replied innocently, straining a bit with her arms and legs to test his conviction.

"Stop that," He snapped, leaning down to lick between her breasts and up to her earlobe.

Oh, he shouldn't have said that. Her inner Brat rose like a phoenix and she glowered at him. "I will do nothing less than what I please."

A slight shapeshift of his vocal cords and he was growling at her like a lion, warning her without words because he suddenly had no vocabulary. His hands slipped to her neck, squeezing just a little and then harder when she started grinding against him. Her slickness, his slickness, brought a chuff of annoyance out of him easily, followed by words that chilled her to her very core, "I'm going to tear my pussy apart from the inside out."

"Everything you see is yours," She reminded him breathlessly. "Use it."

His face softened but his cock did not. "Why are you enabling this?" Now his hips were bucking along with her, the self control of his need snapping away.

"Because this isn't you being hostile, it's just you being territorial." She giggled when the very word made his grip tighten. "Sometimes we even said we needed to remind ourselves. Plus, you know you can't hurt me."

Steven seemed to calm a little at her words and let go of one of her hands to pump his cock, staring into her eyes hungrily. "This. This is why you're mine. I love you, and I'm going to have you."

He was in no rush. His cock throbbed against her clit, feeling the little bump throb back. Sliding the head of his cock lower, he found where she really wanted him. She was hotter to the touch there, flushed with heat and intense arousal. Pushing in, he let himself feel her resistance lessening with every centimeter he went. She was fluttering and clenching around him, impatiently pulling him in. He grunted when he hit her cervix but he still had more to go.

"Steven." His eyes went to her, embarrassment coloring his face when he realized he was practically gawking at her pussy taking him. "Y-you're... treasuring me."

"You're mine to treasure." It was simple and powerful, his hand sliding up her side reverently. "I just want to." A slow rocking of his hips, in deeper and then nearly out made him shiver and lean down to be closer to her. "You feel amazing, Connie."

She nodded her consent, and he picked up the pace until every meeting of their hips were drawing moans from him that he couldn't seem to control. His pleasure was hers, it enamored her how sincerely he lusted for her. He kept his eyes locked with hers, glowing pink irises making her blink rapidly. His voice lifted into a soft huff of content and leaned down to kiss her passionately. His tongue ran her over her bottom lip before he sunk his teeth into it lightly.

He was being so gentle. Steven was worshipping her.

In her mind, when he'd been acting so aggressively possessive, she'd assumed he'd be a bit wild or maybe even begin to corrupt with the feelings he felt were too big to hold. But even with the quick pace getting quicker, his lips were skimming down the side of her cheek to kiss her there softly again and again...

She lost herself in him.

Every touch of his brought a soft cry from her. Her legs wrapped around him tightly as she returned them just as kindly, soft thumbs tracing over his undercut and silky coils. His lips were so soft. His cheeks were soft. His skin, his kiss, everything was but his cock. That was painfully hard, grinding into her harder and harder until she couldn't breathe.

"Connie, I needed this." Steven kissed her forehead and thrusted so hard she whimpered. "My knight Connie, so good." Big, protective arms wrapped around her body to pull her closer still. "Gorgeous, smart, mine."

As always she was right: his Diamond just wanted a chance to love her through Steven. Though his jealousy was misplaced, she was more than happy to satiate him.