Connie blinked when she warped in and dismounted Lion.

"Steven told me it was romantic but didn't expect this."

Steven told her he was staying at a mountain town for a week and figured since it was winter break, that they could spend it together. He bragged a bit about the place he was...Staying at a mountain ridge inn with a real hot spring, and the fact that it and its amenities were all free of charge.

"Well, he did save the owner's life." Connie mused to herself with pride as she explored the suite he all but inherited. "A half bathroom, a full kitchen, a large living room...This is like a small apartment." She praised as she walked into the bedroom. "Whoa!"

The master bedroom was elegant and exotic. Walls the color of light mint, a king-size canopy bed with sheer purple drapes around it against the northern border, amounted led television facing the bed, a walk-in closet on the south-west side, a crystal light fixture on the ceiling, a mahogany dresser with knobs shaped like roses, a large and a large vanity mirror that took up a half of the eastern wall, the rest was a balcony overlooking the spring and the mountain city below. On each side of the bed stood an end table the same style as the dresser, and the west held the door to the bathroom, which from where she could see, was marble-floored, painted white, and had a large bathtub and shower.

...with water jets.

She grinned, knowing what she was going to do first as she stripped and headed into the bathroom, eager to wash college life off of her and start her break off right.

Twenty-five minutes later and Connie stepped out of the bathroom in her lounging wear. One of Steven old black t-shirts, which she wore as an asymmetric off-the-shoulder dress over some small spandex shorts, though she really looked like she only had on the shirt, period.

"Wonder where's Steven at?" The newly-minted 20-year-old sighed as she laid on the bed, "comfy." She praised as she rolled onto her back, spreading her arms and legs out on the ocean blue comforter, closing her eyes as she did.

Suddenly, she felt something warm on her back, rolling and kneading along her length from the shoulders down to her tailbone and up again, making her slightly squirm in pleasure. " Hmmm~mm !" Connie purred, hiking her breast up a bit at the sudden massage, biting her lip.

"Feels nice, doesn't it."

She opened her eyes slowly at the baritone, to see a seemingly freshly showered Steven standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless strangely enough in only salmon flannel pants and a remote in hand.

"Umm-Hmm," Connie purred, this time for the man. Those years of finding himself on the road gave birth to a more rugged-looking Steven

Thicker, harder bodied with sun-kissed skin, shoulder-length hair in a curly under-shaved ponytail with a matching beard, his ever-present gem embezzled round muscle also with a bit of hair on the chest. Still only as tall as her chin, though, which is fine by her. 

His girth and heart, way more than make up for his height.

"How long have you been watching me sleep, Big Bisky?" Connie inquired, looking out the balcony, "Sun's going down; how long was I asleep? Got here around 4."

"It's about six now, so about maybe an hour and a half," Steven said as he drunk in her pleasing denier visage. The backdrop her raven mid-back hair created, those long legs led up to that hourglass figure of supple, sensual softness along with healthy muscle, especially at her cut stomach showing off her four-pack and v-cut torso,  still couldn't stop the curvy swole hips, butt, and bust she inherited from her mother's bloodline. Connie Maheswaran was what most would call a 'dangerous bodied' woman, and she knows it.

"Like what you see?" She teased, "quite the grin you got on."

"None bigger than what I usually wear." Came the sly retort as he walked over to her, and lifting her by the waist with ease, getting a giggle as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Sweet, short, tender. A welcome back kiss, which is sufficient for them. Her fingers, running through his hair and legs around his waist while his hands made a gripping seat for her. That was the "I miss you."

"You're quite handsy, you know."  Connie teased as she placed her forehead to meet his, nuzzling her nose with his.

"Think you mean handy," 

"Both works." She counted his retort. "So, you got this terrific room, with a view, for being you," she praised. "Makes me wish I joined you on your vagabond adventure."

"Hey, you're getting an abundance of adventures in college, Miss Sophomore." He responded with a sly grin.

"Oh, yes!" She dramatically sighed, hand on her forehead as she leaned back. "You wouldn't believe the battles my platoon face against the terror that is...Midterms and final projects!" She placed her hand on her breast as she looked towards the sky. "All those good men lost."

"Was it that bad?" He inquired, a bit concerned.

"...Not for me, Danny and Tricia." She grinned, "We smacked those finals like nothing."

"You three are an academic force to be reckoned with." 

"Taking them to the White House with me," she countered swiftly. "And going to paint it three shades of brown. That being said, what scheme do you have planned, Universe?"

"Now, what makes you say that?"

"That damn grin on your face."

And what a grin it was. It was full of naughty and sinful intent. Large, tooth display slightly cornered to the left, while he faced forward his eyes went towards the west corner peering at the room entrance with his brows furrowed into the center of his forehead, a grin full of mischief. 

She couldn't wait for his plans to unfold.

"Since you wanna know what's running through my mind."

"Other than me, of course." She laughed as he tossed her over his shoulder, "maltreating me, now, I see." That got her a nip on her hip, "Hey! Fresh!"

"Cheeky!"

"Nippy!"

"You love it!"

"I do! Do it again!"

Steven smiled before complying, getting another shriek of excitement as he walked her into the living area, bouncing her a bit and evoking more silly laughter as he traveled to the center of the room. Placing Connie on her feet, he nodded behind her.

"Oh! My, my!" Connie smirked, index and middle finger on her bottom lip, "You only needed to ask if you wanted to rub me down." She said in a seductive jest as she looked at the set up in front of her.

Spicy warming body oils, some fragrant candles, a few baby blue towels with bluebells embroidered, and a midnight cushioned massage table. It was quaint, simple, very low-key, and barebones.

"This is so intimate." Connie adored all of it silently as she dropped the jest and let her deeper emotions out front. 

A blush crossed Steven's face as he looked at the stars in her black eyes. "Glad you approve, Berry."

"Approve?" Connie challenged, turning her head to the shorter man, smiling at him before gingerly tipping his head up and nuzzling the bridge of her nose with his. "I love it; thank you so much, Biscuit."

"Happy to do it, Strawberry." He confessed," figured something like this would be a nice reward, with your finals done and all." He added, sharing a kiss with her that ended with a gentle 'chu ! ' "Go ahead and climb on." He urged, getting a quick look from the taller woman.

"You wanna touch me badly, huh."  Connie teased as she removed her shirt, laying it upon the table before she laid upon it breast down, her face peering through the headrest.

"You act like you're not excited to be kneaded and molded by me."

"Hehe, You sound so cocky, Steven. Though you do have magic fingers, I'll give you that. Must be a Universe trait."

"As much as your wonderland of a body is a Maheswaran trait."

"Slightly more Bandara than Maheswaran, mom side."

Ah, so you do come from a bloodline of beauty. See now; I definitely don't want to lose to a damn bed. You seemed to enjoy it, a bit too much."

"And the truth comes out!" Connie gasped in an exaggerated flare, "You are just a man, wanting to beat a machine."

"Ay! I will never allow a machine to be dominant, not when it comes to pleasuring a lady. Never!"  The hybrid proclaimed, shaking his fist in the air, utterly in the drama zone.

" PFFT !"

Before both Jamloves broke out into laughter charged by the love-filled foolishness.

"You're so adorable, Biscuit."  Connie slightly swoon.

"Maybe, but I was only three-fourths joking,"  Steven admitted as he grabbed one of the oil bottles, chai scented. "I wanna demonstrate that I'm better for you than a massage bed."

Connie had to giggle at his boast; it was adorable. "You're the undisputed champ in the 'being the best for Connie' competition...Though the massage bed was something, not going to lie."

"Hmmm!? Ok, Cheeky Berry." Steven poured a little bit of oil onto her back, getting a shiver and a gasp of 'cold' from the girl. "Can the bed make you feel like this?" Steven licked his palms before rubbing in the oil.

Maybe it was the anticipation.

Maybe it was the temptation.

Maybe it was the whole situation.

Whatever it was, the sensation she received from his manual manipulations.

" Hmmmmm !" 

Made her purred in pure submissive elation.

'Well, that settles it, Steven's still undefeated ,' Connie thought as she let out a silent gasp as she felt him work the college kinks out her back.

The way his large palms stroked up and down both sides of her spine from shoulder to the top of her buttocks; and along the sides of her torso and breast, warming her body and invigorating her nerves, and evoking minutes of silent sighs.

His rough fingers as they pressed and rotated on her shoulder blades, her upper back, near her ribs, and where ever she got a reaction of her toes curling, her mouth grunting, and very slight jitters of appreciation. 

" Haa~aah," Connie sighed out a breath she didn't know she was holding when his hand lifted from her body. "You're leagues better than the bed." Dazed, relaxed speech spilled from her lips. "Throw it away." She exhaled.

"Why thank you, but we're not done yet, Berry." He teased, kissing her nape, getting another jitter of pleasure from his partner.

"Oh, can I expect a happy ending , hmm?"

"Well," Steven grinned. "I'd never want to leave you lacking."

She gulped down a puff of air as his baritone whisper tickled her ear,  'He...He's joking…That or he doesn't know what he means...Right? And even if he does. It's not like…' Her face grew red with passion, 'I'm against the idea or something. We are active, newly active, buuuu-!'

Connie's mental musing was cut short as she felt her muscles and nerves being cared for most exceptionally against Steven's kneading and compression on Connie's back.

" Good!" She mewled as Steven palms press down on Connie's muscles, pushing his fingers together, gripping a bit of her before moving upward in a lifting motion. Her breathing hiked as he worked her thoroughly. Her body danced to his actions, and her purring was his reward. 

His movements, slow and meticulous.

His touch, seductive, and melting.

His affection, sublime and mesmerizing.

'Nothing could be better than this." Connie thought as he traveled up and down, working her college semester out her body. 

Until his thumbs pressed on her tailbone and up a knot, she didn't know she had.

" UUUUUGGOOO~OOHHH!!!" She bellowed in pure pleasure," Riiight there ...." 

"Oh, right...Here?" He asked as he rubbed and pressed on the spot working the kink

" UUMMMM~HHMMMM!!!" Connie's head lifted, revealing a face contorted in pleasure. A blush across her cheek, with her mouth closed in a bottom lip overview, her eyes looking upward, a bit cross-eyed. 

The more he massages that spot, the hotter my nerves burn. Didn't think a massage can make you feel this goooo~ood!'  Connie praised inwardly. Her mouth too busy biting into her lip to speak due to his deep muscle machinations. " Ste~even !"

"Hold on, I..think..I..got it!"

" FfFFFHH~HUUAAAH !" She felt electricity run through her body as her back arched in his hands, touching the knot break. With seething breaths, she swirled her hips feeling relief she hasn't in such a while, before laying down, turning on her back, reaching up for him.

"Oh? " He smirked, bending over as Connie nodded with a dazed smile.

Their lips met in a locking, suckling kiss as she gently brushed his face, popping and rejoining more than a few times before they tried to catch their breath.

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself, Berry." Steven teased.

"Hell yeah, haven't felt this relaxed and loose in a minute." She tittered a little before sitting up."I adore you, Steven Universe." She held him close, kissing his cheek continuously. "You really are my number one." She nuzzled into his shoulder, smiling as she felt him hold her back.

"Come on, didn't do anything to deserve all the praise." He kissed her temple as she shook her head. "You can at least wait until I give you your happy ending."

She blushed at his jovial tone but nodded all the same. She broke off the hug and sat, waiting for what he would do with her eyes close. She felt his hands get more intimate, and her chest rose as his warmth reached her skin before his body. 

She waited with bated breath for his fingers to work her body in ways only she would allow…

And she was not disappointed 

"Wasn't expecting.. uh, but it fine!" Connie called as his fingers kneaded her scalp deeply, her face of euphoria returning from before.

"How do you like your happy ending?" Steven asked as his fingertips warmth caressed her head.

"Very happy." She answered truthfully, feeling her neurons going off like fireworks. For minutes she purred, subjected to lovely, adoring, eye-rolling pressure and pleasure. When it was done, her hair was a mess, but her body was utterly relaxed mush, as she leaned upon her Big Bisky, looping his arms around her middle.

"You look worked over, Jamlove." He teased, kissing her nape, getting a sensitive mewl.

"My body so sensitive and invigorated yet drained, feel like I can either sleep...or do some other bedroom activity." She said, not trying to hide her meaning. Snuggling more, as Steven turned pink-cheeked. "I kind of wanna go for the latter, give you a true 'happy ending' "

"I mean, though we could hit the hot spring, " Steven started as he looked at her grin, full of appreciation and adoration. In her state of undress and his own raging emotions after touching her as he did, not to mention her release

"But..we got all week for that. Now, don't we?" He kissed her as he picked her in a cradle, her head leaning as his shoulder, as he carried her back in the bedroom, Connie closing the door behind them.