Steven swept her off her feet and stomped up to the front door, almost knocking it off the hinges when he slammed it open.

"Put me down you fucking asshole!" Connie was beating at his chest, his rock hard chest, with that heart she so loved... "PUT ME DOWN!"

Steven, ignoring her demands shifted to throw Connie over his shoulder so he could take off his shoes without dropping her. "The fuck if I am, Mahashwaren! You could've just kept your mouth shut, but instead, you pushed every drop of patience out of me!!"

"That's the point of Couples Therapy, dingus" He growled as she cursed and yelled. He could feel the heat from his gem power activating as he turned pink. It was dim at the moment, but every cutting word, every time she wiggled, the glow would get brighter.

To be honest, neither of them could quite recall therapy, but they knew enough to know they were mad at each other. The conversation started light, and quickly grew into an argument that the therapist let grow into a yelling match before she took control again.

"You're lucky I love you otherwise your ass would be grass!" He opened the door to their bedroom and set her on her feet. His breathing was heavy and his face stone cold.

Connie's hair was sticking to her face slightly from tears and sweat. She was furious and exasperated and damn it she wanted him to see it. She was trembling, seeing the pink glow on his skin made her body heat and her heartbeat quicken. Her mouth watered slightly as she noticed...

Steven looked down at the girl. She was a mere 5' 11, tall for most girls her age but was nothing compared to the 7' 1 mountain of a man hovering above her. Her breaths pushed her tight shirt and caused her cleavage to protrude more than usual. Her eyes were angry, and soft towards the man. He throbbed and growled under his breath, "You act like you know me so well but you don't know a damn thing about me. You... you jus-." He stopped mid sentence and blinked. He stepped closer to her, and noticed her eyes elsewhere. "Connie...?"

"For someone so angry with me," Connies wandering eyes rose until they met Stevens confused ones, "You seem to be awfully excited." She stated.

Steven was lost. "What? What does that have t-." He was cut off by Connie grabbing him by his belt loops and twisting him around so he tripped and fell on the bed. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"I'm relieving you, Bisky." She peppered kisses from his temple down to his ear causing his breath to catch in his throat. She licked and sucked at his jawline and listened to Stevens protests and questions fade into moans. "H-ohhh god- have you been staring at my p- pants that entire argument?"

Connie purred seeing her effect on him and grazed her teeth over Stevens collarbone... "shhhh..." she bit down on his erogenous spot connecting his collarbone with his shoulder.

He moaned loudly and shifted. Connie gave a surprised yelp as Steven flipped them so she was on her back. He dove into her neck and bit and nibbled and kissed her neck and shoulders. Connie felt her lovers warmth like sunlight, gentle and caressing, then heavy and burning against her skin. She snaked her hands around his neck and pulled his head up into a sloppy kiss. "St-Steven... so warmmmm." Connie's praise turned into giggles as Steven began to press his lips to her ticklish spots.

This was their ritual. After therapy, they would have heated and sometimes and get sex. Sometimes they would have sweet gentle love making if it went exceptionally good. More often than not however, Connie was left with wicked hickeys and a sore back and pelvis.