Steven was an animated guy.

Almost always excited and vibrant with emotion. He wasn't soft spoken or shy. Caring, compassionate Steven Universe was anything but quiet.

There were few times when Connie could pull away from her studies to join a phone call from her lover and jam bud. Steven was as busy as any Diamond Prince would be, only taking time for therapy and Connie whenever it was necessary, or things slowed down to allow him to breathe.

They tried to talk at least once a day, with various texts and meme exchanges throughout the day. It wasn't as special as an oral conversation but it was welcomed nonetheless.

Steven, just like any man his age, (19 and counting) he was changing rapidly. He'd gotten taller. His shoulders broadened and his features more chiseled and defined. His outfit had even changed drastically. A cream colored hoodie with the pink vine from his shield snaking around his arms. Various pins and cute iron ons of his favorite things littered the front of his jacket; A cookie cat, bisexual pride flag, demisexual and a little star. He only wore a white shirt with a star in the middle underneath and kept his hair up in a top knot high on his head.

Long story short, he had gone from your favorite snack to a five course meal with dessert and a goodie bag.

With all of these changes came something a little more... sinister.

It wasn't bad! No, no! It was a gentle kind of darkness that seemed to seep into his interactions and voice.

In their most intimate of moments, the few times they were able to be together in person, or over the phone was when she noticed it.

Normally this man projected. But he'd change demeanor as soon as they were alone.

It was dark.
It was sexy.
It was going to be the death of her.

He didn't really notice it, whenever she tried to describe it, she could never find words.

It was after her final class, and she walked into her house to see him standing casually in the kitchen doorway.

"S-Steven!" She dropped her books and jumped into his arms.

His chuckle reverberated through her body, straight to her clit.

"My little Berry. How I've missed you." His voice went deep and husky. Almost British in a sense with how smooth it was.

"Jesus..." She shook her head in awe. "You know what that does it me."

He gave her a lopsided smirk. "Do I?" He drawled lazily.

God, that voice.