Connie sighed as she set her keys on the table of the kitchen and grabbed a no bake cookie from the fridge. The chocolate sugaryness helped ease her inner turmoil just a bit and she quickly devoured it, licking the melted chocolate off her fingers with a skilled tongue. Today had been terrible. All day she was distracted and she kept forgetting how to do the easiest of tasks. She even almost shattered Bismuth while she was working in the metal shop. Bismuth had laughed in good nature, but Connie cringed at the awkwardness that had followed. Everyone knew Bismuth used to be big on shattering the Diamonds, so it wasn't exactly comfortable swinging a metal hammer and blurting out, "Oh shit, I could have shattered you!" In front of her class.

In meetings and inspections of the different areas, her mind wandered far from LHWR&D. As they walked her through the different sites and showed her the new projects they were beginning, it was all she could do to just nod and smile.

Why?

Two words: Steven Universe.

The sexy, broad shouldered man had been on a trip to Homeworld by himself. She normally accompanied him, but she really wanted to finish the Cluster Declutter Project at LHWR&D so she had stayed home.

It had been an entire week of no sex. Now, normally, she would be just fine with this. She was a woman and knew how to take care of herself just fine without the help of her lover. She knew her weak spots just as much as he, and while she knew it wasn't as good, it always tied her over until he was home.

But he had told her not to touch herself while he was gone. She laughed at him, playfully pushing him away. He didnt budge and Connie looked teasingly into his eyes.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day where the Diamond Prince was jealous of my fingers."

Again, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that she was in some sort of insatiable heat that wouldnt go away no matter how hard she tried to keep her mind off of the constant lust. It was there when she unloaded the dryer and felt the warm clothes against her skin, reminding her of Steven's Rose Quartz glow and the warmth that came with it. It was there when she dropped something and bent over only to bump into a chair with her ass. It was there in the shower, in the kitchen, at work, everywhere.

And she couldn't escape.

Her frustration made her chocolate nipples harden and she let out a breathy sigh.

Her hands drifted to her clothed breasts and groped at them, drawing a moan from her lips.

Another hand stroked her stomach and danced along the top of her jeans. Connie's breathing grew shaky and the hand teasing her tits slid down to the crotch of her pants and rubbed gently. "St-Steven..." She hissed.

She shouldn't be doing this. She knew she shouldn't. But the pleasure was so great that she quickly forgot about her guilt as she twisted her nipples.

"Ahhh~!" She crooned, her legs buckling.

Connie's hand snaked up to her throat and squeezed it just a bit. And then harder. Her breathing became shallow with need. "Fuck I'm going to be in so much trouble..."

She could feel her panties dampening as she disobeyed Steven's orders. Her hand slipped in her pants and her breath caught as her finger placed feather light strokes on her swollen little button.

"Connie, I'm-." Steven stopped in his tracks and stared blankly at her. Her heart was pounding and her eyes were wide with fear. His expression stayed an eerie calm, almost daring her to move a single inch. Steven's eyes roamed over Connie intensely: her petite hand around her throat, her other hand in her pants, and the realization on her face that she was majorly fucked.

"St-Steven," She breathed. "I can explain-"

"Get your disobedient ass in that bedroom right now. I dont want to hear another word from that mouth of yours." His voice was similar to the seductive one he sometimes used on her, but this time there was an ominous undertone to it that made her toes curl.

"I'm sorry," She started.

Steven surged towards her and wrapped his hand around the hand over her neck, squeezing enough to prohibit her breathing for a bit. "Has my time gone from here made you forget how to listen?" He snarled. He pushed her into the fridge. "It would do you good to keep your mouth shut unless you have been asked to do otherwise. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes."

Steven's eyes flashed a burning pink and he tightened his grip. "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Connie nodded as best she could and when he released her, she scurried to the bedroom to get ready.

She had disobeyed. And now, there was hell to pay.