⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ possibly triggering content ahead, mentions of inappropriate touching and fear!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
#standupwithsofia #nomeansno

"Connie," Steven started after her and grabbed her hand. "Connie you have to tell me what's been going on at work." He cupped her face as tears fogged up his vision.

"It's nothing!" She murmured.

"Connie...please. This isn't you. You are the most affectionate person I know and you don't want to be touched. You are fearless and you jump at the slightest noises. What's wrong? Please baby. My Berry... I have to know!"

She looked into his eyes and broke down. "Th-they-y wo-wont stop t-touch-ching me-e!!!" She fell into his arms with huge heaving sobs. "I-I'm s-so-rry but th-they th-threat- threatened to k-kill me-e."

Stevens breath caught in his throat. He gently pushed off of her and walked to their brick fireplace. He leaned on it, his breathing steadily getting louder and shakier. In an instant he was Pink Steven and violently rammed his hand into the wall. Blood trickled down his fingers but he instantly healed them. He couldn't think... he couldn't breathe... he clutched at his chest and turned towards Connie who was watching him with a mix of fear and relief.

"P-pink..." she sobbed and raised her arms.

He rushed toward her and picked her up like a sad toddler. "Shhhhh... baby it's okay. I'm here. I'll protect you... they'll never smack your ass or pinch you ever again I can swear on that."

Connie pulled away and looked him in the eye. Her face crumpling like a piece of paper as she wailed and clawed his chest in anguish.

That's when he knew...

"Where? When?" He growled. He felt his gem become hot and his height grow even more. She looked away but was forced to look into Pinks eyes. "Who?"

"It was... th-they j-just......" she dissolved into tears again and tried to calm herself. She whispered a name into his ear and felt his muscles tense. "And..." she whispered another name that made Pink glow even brighter. She tried to will herself to say their names out loud but to no avail. Luckily, Pink knew who she meant. He kissed his lips in angry determination.

Connie was soon out of tears and only a gasp every now and then was to be heard. She now was Koala-ing Pink as she recalled what had made her so upset. "They... they cornered me. Said..." she shuttered in fear.

"Said what?"

"Said they'd show me how a real man treats a lady." She was trembling and sweat formed on her forehead.

Struggling to stay calm, he forced Connie to drink Chamomile tea so she would drift off to sleep, and dealt a tender kiss on her head since she'd be feeling that headache any minute now. Soon enough, she began to lightly purr as she fell asleep clutching Pinks neck. He sighed.

In a flash of light, Steven and Pink unfused. Steven was carrying his Connie and Pink was breathing... just breathing and clenching his fists.

Their eyes met briefly, and Steven nodded. Pink cracked his knuckles and summoned Lion with a whistle.

"I love you guys." He said softly. He climbed onto Lion and steadied himself.

Stevens heart melted and he blushed slightly. "We love you too."

And with that, Pink disappeared through a pink portal.

Steven looked down at Connie, feeling his own anger towards the men. He always tried to see the best in everyone. He was a pacifist and believed fighting was a last resort. But not today... he chuckled darkly. 'Those boys are in for a helluva ass whoopin.' He thought.

He came back to reality and realized he was standing there, staring at where Pink had left. He carried Connie to their bed,the fatigue raging in his arms. He wasn't used to being fully human since they never unfused except when...

"P-please don't." A small whimper from his beloved. "N-no..." She grimaced in pain as she gripped her sides.

"Shhhhh..." he rubbed her back soothingly and soon she was sleeping soundly again.

He ran a finger down her back and pulled away when Connie flinched.

His eyes narrowed and his heart quickened as he gently lifted her shirt to see a long bruise. He snarled and checked her entire body, grateful she was sleeping heavily. There were four on her thighs in the shape of fingers and hands, one on her ass, and another on her shoulder.

He carefully analyzed them and deduced the bruises on the back and shoulders were from fighting off the pursuers. The others...

Well, the others were from them.