It was an average Sunday night. The wind lightly rustled the trees outside, the open window wafted the warm, thick air into the kitchen and Connie was baking....

Again.

Crossing the last 't', she sighed and wiped away a light sheen of sweat as she looked at the cake. She had taken time to evenly distribute the icing and not a single sprinkle was out of place. She turned and glanced around the room. A blue cake balanced on the juncture between the two sinks, a green one on the dining room table, a purple one in the microwave and a pink one behind her. 

As she pondered the cakes, the telltale shimmering sound of the warp pad caught her ear. 

He was home.

Suddenly, anxious worry clouded her stomach. Taking some leftover frosting. Connie lightly applied some to her lips, lightly enough that he would have to kiss her to know it was there.  As the back door opened, she bit the inside of her cheek. She hoped she wasn't too subtle...

Steven bounded into the kitchen jovially and pulled Connie into a quick kiss. He opened his mouth to greet her but furrowed his eyebrows and slowly licked his lips. A grin sprouted on his face and he gave her another, more exploring kiss. His tongue slid over her bottom lip and skimmed over her upper one before lightly caressing her tongue with his own. Connie clung to him and a small whimper escaped her mouth. 

Steven couldn't help it as his heart swelled in smug pride. She was so sexy in every way and so able minded and feisty and smart... He moaned a little into the kiss and pressed her against the counter a bit harder. Then, thinking better of it, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall. 

"W-welcome home."

"I've been gone for an hour." Steven traced her jawline with a sly grin on his face as she pushed into his touch like a cat in heat. 

"Nyah." She purred and bit her lip.

"Come here, Kitten." He picked her up like a toddler and started walking to their room. In a random glance at the cakes she made for him, he almost dropped her from laughing so hard.

"What are you laughing at, you big lug?" Connie pouted and poked his chest.

He could only wheeze in response and nod over to the cake.

Inscribed on the cake was the simplest, most pure yet lustfully dirty phrase ever.

'Break my back, my Diamond.'