Connie stretched as she entered her home. She just spent a sleepless three-day work streak, and while it was usually nothing for her to do (thanks to diamond essence and steel will) she was happy to be in her place. The project that she was working on showed great success, so she figured she deserved the rest. 

As she climbed the stairs and made the left turn to the hallway, she saw that her main bedroom was cracked open. 

A smile formed on her features as that could mean one thing.

Steven," her 'Mister' was back from his trip. Walking in silently, she saw him on their bed taking most of it as he laid near bare, the only clothing being his silk cookie cat boxer she brought for him recently.

She smirked and took a picture of her big Bisky slumber before stripping down to her gray bikini panty and his discarded rose-colored button-up, unbuttoned of course.

She was too hot for anything else, even with the gentle central air blowing. 

She sat down next to him and was about to lay back when he heard him mutter in his sleep.

"Connie."

She shivered at the tone. Groggily but so sexual, and loving even in his sleep.

"Are you dreaming about me?" she teased slowly, not wanting to wake him.

He didn't respond, but he did speak her name again. 

Her cheeks grew warm and her chest tightened as she continued to listen; only growing hotter when she saw his passion rise under his silk as his belly button gem glowed gently.

'This …' she started before snickering like an imp; setting the phone up on their end table and pressing record and making sure he was in the main view.

"Someone missing their Heartberry, huh?" She teased the sleeping man, feeling her arousal stroke and slowly build as she continued to observe him, while adoringly massaging his scalp.

Similar to all the times he massaged hers.

"Heartberry." he purred her moniker through heated breaths as his gem glowed, yet he remained asleep; unconscious instinct at the forefront.

Connie was about to answer when his hand crept down to his stiff and swollen member, pulling out of the slot of his boxers. "oh, it's been a bit, hasn't it?" she giggled lushly as she watched Steven begin to stroke himself. Her hand crept low upon herself.

"I missed you." Stevens' puppy whined as he caressed his gritty length up and down.

"Did you?" she cooed in his ear, making him moan as she gently rubbed his gem making sure to not wake him." I missed you too.."

"I missed your touch.." he admitted through a gasp, "so much...Every night I was away." His palm moved with more passion up and down as he melted under her gently polishing his gem.

"I missed you too, Mister... " her response was as true and tender as it was sultry and salacious," our bed seems so big when you're gone, so cold...too cold." She whispered watching him continue to dream and stroke, "hardly makes me want to come home...Rather lose myself in work if I can't lose myself in you."

He groaned in his sleep, "You work..too hard..."

She chuckled lovingly at his reprimand.

"As do you...but we do what we do for Era 3 and beyond." She told him purring in his ear.

"Connie?" He let out a groan as he stroked with more vigor.

"and what 268 hrs of nonstop work." she teased in his ears, knowing it would stroke a certain fire.

"Connie!" he growled with a hard reprimand as he stroked with more strength.

Still in his dream.

It served to make Connie's core hotter and slicker.

"I'm sorry mister.." Connie moved to his gem kissing the facets adoringly as she caressed her wet sex. Being so close to smell his scent, his natural musk mixed with the scent of his now dribbling cowper fluid. "You told me so many times to take care of my sleep...but it's hard without you." She played the brat role well.

"You need to...fuck..Take better care." He stroked more, squeezing his cock tightly as he did, "Such...a prideful...Workberry brat... I'll put you to sleep." He growled as his hips hiked as he stroked with more force.

Well, now she had an idea of what he was dreaming.

"Please..." she pleaded in his ears. "Put me into a comatose of euphoric bliss." She teased rubbing her moist and clenching core. There was something extremely arousing about helping his wet dream feel more real. About imagining the things he was doing to her, the things she wanted him to do to her.

The things he will do to her soon enough.

Maybe wake up to his tongue flicking her sweet spot, In that sweet way, that turns her to his spicy Berry.

And she will definitely return the favor.

"Fuck, you feel so good." she rolled her hips over her hand stroking her flame at the thought of them loving each other, in such a way..no matter how many times they have done it, it is always a new experience.

' NO...this is for him..naughty girl.' She gently reprimanded herself with a grin before lightly licking the clear fluid not wanting to wake. 

"You feel so good." He gasped, "So tight, Hhmm."

She tensed gently when he trembled against her tongue trying to bite back a giggle. 

Her impassioned breath on his diamond-hard, dripping erection.

"I love how you ride me...The mewls and faces you make when you do."

Connie's face glowed red through panting as she rubbed herself more.

Surely making the faces he's talking about now.

"You know how to bring…love…Fuck… Hmm!… the silly in and out of me." She praised through panting breaths and cooing lips, her palm still on his gem rubbing as she strokes her clit. 

Soon moving the crotch of her panties to the side to fully fill her slick slot with three fingers, riding them as her wrist still massaged and kneaded her button, gasping his name.

Previous instructions were forgotten as she wanted to join him in his fantasy.

"Steven, you feel amazing." She gasped in a low lust drenched whisper watching her physical reaction.

"Oh! Hmm! You…feel so…good…so right…" he moaned as he bucked with more gusto, "So…Nice taking another's bride."

Connie blinked at that, her cheeks flushed maroon and she felt her sex clenched tighter…Was he dreaming about stealing her as a bride? And if he was…That was hot as hell.

'If a bit silly, since he's the only one I'd seriously consider marrying. ' She thought before moving to his ear. 

"On my wedding day…You're gonna give me a white wedding…take what belongs to my groom."

Steven growled as he thrust and pump more feeling himself stiffen, "You…hh…Might be his bride, have their last name…Fuck…but you gave me your heart, your mind, and even now…Your body."

"Well…" she said lustfully," You are my best man for a reason…" she teased rubbing and pumping her sex with the same vigor gasping wetly as she rubbed her inner hot spot, "Hmm Steven…Steven…fuck me." She whispered, kissing his gem, sending tight tingles through his nervous system.

"Fuck fuck…I'm gonna cum…so deep inside you!"

"Yes, do it! Come fill me to the brim! I wanna dirty the aisle with your Cum running down my thighs."

The sound of her needful whisper filled the room as she pleasured herself, and her hips moved in circular motions, pressing herself against the firm palm of her hand. Her eyes were transfixed on him as his hand worked his manhood methodically and with purpose, his shaft long and swollen, its veins protruding in a perfect rhythm.

"Show everyone that I'm your partner, your partner, your bad, BAD HEARTBERRY…and Heartberry…oooh fuck."

He shivered at the possessive words, feeling his testicles clench and tighten, she was his woman, he was her man and nothing would tear them apart.

"and your Heartberry…" She repeated between gasps, a searing sensation building in her core.

"Belongs only to her MISTER!" he growled out as he felt himself erupt with vigor, pumping his seed into the air and covering his hand, underwear, and her face in thick ropey strands of his juice as he shuddered in his bed.

The spectacle and force of his self-orgasm was enough to cause her own as she release; evoking a moan that would have pornstars jealous as Connie back arched, hips jutted, and inner walls constricted around her fingers in a python's vice. Her nerves burned wildly like running lava as she sprayed her essence over the bed, her hand, underwear, and both their thighs. 

"Hmm…" she purred as she rode through the aftershocks. Fatigue slowly but surely seeped in.

"You made such a mess." A groggily Steven said.

"My biscuit made a mess of me, Mister." She sighed through a cute mewling yawn, nuzzling closer as she felt a palm on her head massaging her scalp.

Through sleepy eyes, she looked up at her mister who was smiling both adoringly and smugly at her through slightly sleepy eyes.

"...Can you turn off my phone, hubby?"

Steven arched a brow turning to her phone standing on the end table. Reaching over her saw that it was recording. 

He turned to his sleeping Heartberry nuzzling closer to him.

"I love you, Mister…Welcome home." She sighed dreamily.

Steven shook his head chuckling before bringing her to the crook of his neck to rest as she wrapped him in a koala cuddle.

"Good to be home…Sweet dreams." He whispered, holding her close and rubbing her scalp as he fell back to sleep.