Oh Dear

This fic starts about a year before the events of Moonknight and will follow along with the events of the show. It will also continue slightly after.

'I'm going to choose to ignore that, though I'm not pleased' you said sternly, pointing a finger at him, 'a more important question is how are you so early?'

'Well I was just so excited obviously' he said with a beaming smile, clearly trying to make you forget about his self neglect. It very nearly worked as well, until you remembered Steven always made his lunch in the morning.

'Did you even pack a lunch for today?' he paused mid chew, eyes widening. 'Oh bugger, I completely forgot about that'

You laughed 'God how do you continue to survive?' Steven nodded in agreement and replied 'I think I'm a scientific marvel to be honest with you'.

'Clinical trials and studies do pay a fair bit, just saying' you teased. There was truth to the matter though, from you've been told by him, he doesn't sleep, and he barely eats. How he has the energy to be standing is an amazing feat, let alone work a 9-5, travel everyday, and stay up afterwards. You worry about him each time it's brought up, but if Steven is content joking about it, then why ruin it for him by being serious.

'Did you remember your lunch for today, huh?' He interrupted your train-of-thought by playing you at your own game, staring at you demandingly for an answer. Now it was your turn for your eyes to open in horror, realising that you failed to pick up the second container of food in your fridge, which was next to the one that was now sat on the desk. Your lack of satisfaction instigated rage has now left you without food for the day. Your shoulders dropped and you let out a heavy sigh.

'Ha, gotcha' he quipped, with almost too much glee for your liking, and you responded with a firm scowl. 'Something's up with you today, I could tell as soon as you walked through those doors' he said, squinting at you with suspicion.

'And?' you replied cattily. 'Aaand' he answered, gesturing at you with both hands, a dough-ball pinched between two fingers, trying to summon an answer from you. You folded your arms and lifted an eyebrow at him in response. He rolled his eyes 'And, I'm waiting for you to tell me what's got your knickers in a twist'

You scoffed. The nerve of him, to even dare mention knickers. It's almost like he knew, the crafty bastard. 'Come on, tell me what's wrong, please? You're getting me worried now' he probed, looking at you with those big, dark eyes.

'I'm fine Steven, really'

'Really?'

'Yes, just a little... frustrated. The morning didn't start the way I wanted it to'. He nodded in understanding, though his mornings not going to plan probably took on a different meaning to what had actually happened in your scenario.

'I know what to do to cheer you up'

'Oh yeah?' you said, beginning to smile.

'Yeah, there's a mexican place, about a 10 minute walk from here. Honestly mate, their burritos are banging, I swear to you. Let me surprise you with the filling, okay?'

'Okay' you nodded, trying not to show a look of solemn disappointment on your face. It was ringing through your head.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

At least he was making it clear from the get go, you didn't have to embarrass yourself by asking him any questions about Saturday. Did you have fun? How are your books? Do you like me? Was it a date? Would you consider having sex with me?

He'd made it all so much easier now, clearly he didn't feel any particular way at all. About that day or you.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Steven continued to ramble on about this restaurant to you. In all honesty you couldn't hear what he was talking about. All sounds around you had become dull and quiet as your mind carried on ringing that one word out over and over again, like a bell.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

'Hey, Y/N!'

'Huh?' you shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the sudden fuzz. 'Yeah, what's up?' you tried to give Steven a smile. It probably came off as a more pained grimace, but he seemed to fall for it.

You were about halfway through the last box when Steven almost whispered out 'So uh, how was Saturday? Did you have fun?'

'Yeah of course, it was really nice' you said, not even looking at him. You were confused why he'd even ask, surely it was obvious at the time.

'I-uh... um' he awkwardly laughed at himself as he continued to stammer. You looked at him now, concerned, his whole face was flushed crimson red. 'I did mean it you know', you continued to stare at him bemused 'The, 'it's a date' thing'. His face was still flushed, and he anxiously watched you with glistening eyes awaiting your response.

'Oh-' you paused to fully absorb your relief, you'd been wondering for the whole weekend whether or not he was serious. Thank god he was being so straightforward, 'God I'm glad you said that, I was dreading having to ask'.

'D-did you enjoy it as a date?'

'Yes Steven of course I did, date or not it was a lovely time with you' you said, resting your hand on his arm. You gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning back to your box of merchandise and scanning again.

You were in the middle of sliding one of the mini-figures towards Steven, when your hands touched, with him reaching for it at the same time. Both of you quickly retreated from the other's touch, and you coughed awkwardly trying to dislodge the breath that caught in your throat.

'S-sorry' you quickly spat out. You know there was nothing to apologise for, you knew that. But still, it was something to break apart the heavy silence that had formed. You continued scanning, he continued packing, but there was a heavy tension in the atmosphere. You felt like every one of your movements was being done under water, slow and impeded.

The box was empty, but for maybe the first time ever in the room packed with dust, you didn't want to leave. Not just yet. Something was going to happen, you could feel it.

Time to break down the boxes, slowly, taking your time with each bit of tape and each fold. Your ears only had the sound of the screeching tape being peeled off to listen to, Steven had still said nothing.

'What are you doing after this?' you could have almost jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.

'Nothing, as per usual, why?'

'So you've got no reason to leave straight away?'

'Well... no, why?' you said again, drawing it out to exaggerate your need for an answer.

'We should stay in here, just for a bit'

'Huh-' you turned to look at him in confusion, but he was looking away, refusing to meet your gaze.

'You know, nobody comes down here, we could do what we want'

'Oh yeah? Like what?' you probed, intrigued. Steven's mysterious mind had probably come up with a meticulous and genius way to get on Donna's nerves. You were eager to join in on the plot.

'I-uh... dunno yet' he admitted, fiddling with his hands, still not daring even a glance at you.

'Steven, are you okay?' you were worried now. Why on Earth would this man who hates his job want to stay behind? You considered the possibilities, stalking? Was he involved in a loan shark scheme and they were waiting for him outside?

None of those possibilities are Steven-esque whatsoever. You approached him slowly, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently. He jumped at your touch and quickly turned to face you, finally making eye contact.

You couldn't register the look on his face, not like you had the time to. He kissed you. You froze, taken off guard by his sudden assertiveness. All you could register was that it felt... good. His lips were soft and gentle, and you cold feel the worry Steven felt melting away. His body relaxed, and softened against you. It was as if he was moulding himself against you in his relief, sculpting himself to fill every gap between you and within your bodies.

God you needed this, you didn't know it, but you needed it bad. It was all so much clearer now. You felt fuller, happier, more than you had for a long time.

You hooked an arm around his neck to pull you closer to him, securing you two together in this moment. With your free hand you cupped his face, your thumb stroking just under his cheekbone and your fingers his neck. He let out a tender sigh against your lips and it took a lot for you to not release any sound of satisfaction at the feeling of his warm breath against you. He hesitantly placed his hands on your hips, and gripped you with surprising strength when you didn't complain.

One of you must have started walking, though neither of you realised as you both broke apart briefly with the jolt of you knocking against the desk. You quickly knocked all the boxes off, not caring that you added another job to your list, and perched yourself atop it.

Steven let out a laugh and gently smiled at you before leaning in and kissing you again. You opened up for him when you felt the gentle contact of his tongue and your heart raced at the sound of his soft, approving moan in return. His hand hooked behind one of your knees and used it to pull you closer to him.

So there you two were, on a Monday night, you sat on the edge of the desk, and him between your legs, kissing each other furiously. Your heart was pounding so loud it was echoing in your skull. It was like your brain had been replaced with a thick fog of lust. God you needed him so badly. You could feel an insatiable ache forming inside of you, and were getting unforgivably wet. You were almost certain if you were forced to stand up from the table there would be a puddle on the surface.

Steven broke off contact, and you couldn't help but whimper, giving him a short but obvious surprised expression mixed with pride. He was almost panting, and his eyes were clouded with need with heavy eyelids. Somehow, his hair had managed to become even more messy than usual, which was probably the doing of your roaming hands. Some of the buttons of his patterned shirt had become undone, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his defined chest.

You'd made up your mind, you definitely needed him right here, right now.

'L-listen before we go any further, I've uh, I've never done any of this stuff before' he said gesturing between the two of you. 'I just don't want you to be disap-'

'Oh my God Steven, it's too late for me to care about any of that. You can learn on the job. Come to me, please' you almost begged him. You needed this release, you needed this time, this moment with him. He again sighed in relief and dove right back into you, his hands on your thighs and your hands in his hair.

He slid a hand up your thigh, and gently over your hips before reaching the button on your trousers. He again broke off the kiss, looking at you to ask because he didn't dare speak. 'Please' you whined, even moving your own hands to do it for him. He shook his head at you removing them, 'No I'm doing all this myself' he scolded you.

Your button popped open and then there was the prompt sound of your zip being undone and you let out a shuddering breath. You could hear Steven gulp as he looked into your eyes, asking again. 'Please... Please Steven, I will beg you if I have to. I need this. I want you' you let out, trying not to moan from the drawn out tension.

He nodded in recognition, and began kissing you again. Sliding his fingers over your underwear, it was now undeniable just how soaked you were. Both of you let out a gasp, his of amazement at what he had already done to you, and yours out of pure satisfaction from his touch.

His hand glided underneath, to finally make full contact with you. He moaned into you, as he moved his fingers up from your entrance to your clit, and started moving them in a circular motion. You gave a hum of approval and couldn't help but let your head drop back.

'T-that is right isn't it?' he asked

'Yes Steven, fuck, that's right, you're doing so good' he let out a soft, almost inaudible whimper at your praise. The room reverberated with the soft gasps and moans that escaped your body as Steven let his fingers work on you.

You looked up in frustration as he removed his hand. He cocked an eyebrow up at you as he tugged at your underwear, and you got up quickly to allow him to pull them all the way off. He pulled you into him again, kissing you on the lips, your neck, anywhere that gave him a response from your body.

One of his legs was in between yours and you had to quickly gasp out 'God Steven, your trousers' and he pulled away, looking down at his thigh. There was a very obvious damp patch left on the grey colouring of your very own design. You began to flush with embarrassment, before Steven let out a groan, maybe even a growl.

He pushed you back against the table and had you lay down. Looking up at him, and moving your gaze down his body, he had formed a very obvious tent which you'd failed to notice up until now. You could feel yourself get even wetter somehow at the sight.

'You look so delicious sweetheart' Steven moaned, beginning to get on his knees. 'I'm going to taste you' he said, maintaining his burning eye contact with you. His hands stroked up the inside of your thighs and you moaned loudly, covering your mouth in horror, glancing towards the door. He looked at you then with a mixture of pride and deep-seated need. 'I want- no sorry- I need to make you feel so good, it's all I'm worthy for right now' he moaned out, no longer looking at you but instead at your drenched pussy.

Just like that, he was there, all your senses were overwhelmed by the warmth of his tongue licking at you. He moaned at the taste of you, one of his hands on the outside of your thigh gripping tighter, digging into you.

All you could muster was a quick 'Fuck!' as your hips bucked up to him.

Your whole buddy quivered with each moan and gasp Steven released against your clit as he maintained a steady rhythm with his tongue. You could feel a knot building in your stomach so close to being released at the constant pleasure he was providing.

'Oh Steven, you're doing so good' you whined, looking down at him. He looked up to you at the same time, and started to suckle on you. Your eyes rolled back as you dropped your head against the desktop, knowing now your sweet release was seconds away. 'I'm going to cum' you gasped out.

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The high-pitched whirring in your room started to dull out to a low hum, and then silence. You opened your eyes, and glared viciously at your vibrator. 'Are you. Fucking. KIDDING ME?' you shouted out, launching it across the room in sheer frustration. You picked up your pillow, smothering your face to let out a scream.

You hadn't stopped thinking about Steven since your outing together on Saturday. No matter what you did, where you went, Steven was in your mind. His shy giggles, little waves, anything and everything about him, was there 24/7.

You didn't realise that you liked him, properly liked him liked him until that day. You did kick yourself for being so stupid and not realising sooner but you recognised you were probably in denial at the same time. The hope was that this quick pre-work 'self care' session would be able to help you focus, and perhaps not be so awkward as you were dreading seeing him. Nope.

Now you were more on edge than ever. Out of sheer disappointment you didn't finish the perfect fantasy you'd spent time designing, and got dressed. The ache inside of you was almost screaming at you to finish it off, let it out, but you really couldn't be bothered now. You stormed to your bedroom door, picking up your vibrator that laid abandoned in front of it.

You marched it sternly over to your bedside table and plugged it in to charge. Pointing at it, you demanded 'You better be working when I get back tonight, or so help me' and you turned your back and walked out. After picking one of the various tote bags you had adorned on the living room coat hanger, you then made your way behind the counter dividing the kitchen and living area and grabbed Steven's doughballs from the fridge.

'Well hello' you said, smiling back in relief. As much as you said you wouldn't hold it against him if he missed today, it would have still stung.

'Yes. Hi. Sorry' he murmured, walking over to you with a small wave. You giggled, as he held the door for you, and you walked into the first of many shops that day.

The outside was charming enough, with deep, green paint colouring the building, and several tables layered with boxes of old second-hand books. None of that could compare to the interior you were greeted by. 'Flipping heck' Steven uttered beside you.

As soon as you had walked in, the smell of old books hit you instantly. In front of you were wall to floor bookshelves stacked fit to burst, not a single space of wall was free. Even the corridors into different sections were shelved, it was like heaven. One look at Steven's positively glowing face showed he felt the same way, and he rushed deeper into the shop ahead of you, heading to the poetry section.

You ambled to the section labelled as classics, being a bit overwhelmed you didn't really know where to start, so why not try and seem smart. Looking over the shelves in front of you, you recognised some names from your days in school, ones in fact you quite enjoyed. As you were considering whether or not to buy a novel or two for the nostalgia, Steven popped up beside you.

'This place. Is. Amazing' he said to you, eyes wide with excitement with a grin on his face. 'There's so much brilliant stuff here'. You looked down to his hand where he was holding a worn book with browned pages. He held it up so you could see the cover, which was a green colour block surrounding a picture of what looked like victorian era woman. 'Marceline Desbordes-Valmore' he announced to you, and you nodded simply. 'She wrote my favourite poem of all time, Les séparés' and he begun to recite it from memory. 'N’écris pas. Je suis triste, et je voudrais m’éteindre-'

'Wow' he paused, 'Oh sorry, your French is really good that's all'. You were disappointed he'd stopped, cause god was it attractive. You tried not to display your newfound emotions on his face as he continued on one of his informative spews.

You waited by the door whilst Steven went to pay, and once again he insisted on opening the door for you when you walked out. You visited a couple more shops, had lunch, and were now in the last shop of the day.

This one had the most unique interior of all. Whilst the upstairs seemed like a typical bookshop, once you went downstairs into the cafe it was a complete tonal shift. Red, orange and yellow figures were painted on the walls, whilst small wooden tables, and metal chairs were dotted around. You sat together at one of the circular tables, comparing your purchases of the day. You of course, gently made fun of Steven for the countless Egyptian based books he'd purchased, while he looked at you with a smirk before rolling his eyes.

'Can you finish that poem, from earlier?' you piped up, almost surprising yourself. Admittedly, ever since he'd started it, you ached to hear the rest of it and to hear it finished. He happily undertook the task, looking at you for assurance as he went through each verse.

'Il semble qu’un baiser les empreint sur mon cœur. N’écris pas' he finished, and took a sip of his tea.

'What does it mean' you said, trying to not gawk at him in awe after he casually spoke to you with the most sultry tones and passionate mannerisms you'd ever seen. 'Well, she's talking about the pain of being separated from her lover. Even though they're apart, she's asking them not to write, because she misses them so much she can't cope with that added reminder of their absence'.

'That's, so romantic'. You muttered, bringing your coffee to your lips, but before you could drink, you set your mug back down. 'God that's sort of like a dream isn't it'

'What do you mean?' he asked, looking at you inquisitively.

'Well come on, imagine that. Someone, anyone, being that in love with you they can't bare to be reminded of how you're away from them. Just someone having that much care and love for you that it pains them, that they feel empty without you. Someone knowing they love you that much they can about write about it so articulately and beautifully. I guess someone knowing they love you at all, would be nice enough'.

Something in Steven's eyes changed as you went on, you could see it. With each word you said, there seemed to be a sudden realisation within them. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, before looking down at his tea cup.

'Yeah... I guess you're right, one could only dream' he muttered. He looked up at you again, with a gentle smile. Whatever awakening he had had, it clearly had an effect on him. He'd hunched down more in his seat, and his eyes displayed sadness, for whatever reason. His smile seemed forced, like his lips were straining against the movement.

You stared down at your coffee, with the typical foam art delicately placed on top. You looked at the three books you'd persuaded yourself to buy, compared to Steven's 6 or 7, all of which seemed thicker than the last. You took a sip before looking back at Steven, who was making no effort of hiding the fact- he was staring at your lips.

Something about his gentle eyes, so fixated on you, made something in your stomach stir and warm. 'W-what is it?' you said, almost startled. He in turn shook his head in surprise 'Pardon- oh sorry, nothing, you've just got some foam on your lips'. Before you could register what he'd said and wipe it off brutishly with your hand, he reached across, tissue in hand, and delicately brushed it off for you.

You froze, taken so off guard by the sudden display of his gentle kindness. Everything warmed around you, the air felt thick with pressure, heat, steam. You were begging your body to control itself, to not force blood up against the barrier of your skin to form a formidable blush that anyone from a mile away could spot. It seemed like your breathing had stopped, maybe you were breathing too heavy, you couldn't tell anymore. Everything had paused. Your core ached with a forbidden energy that needed to be released, which you couldn't think about right now, you couldn't think much of anything at all really. Your mind had emptied.

'Oh- oh my god I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking, just thought- well I don't know what I was thinking really, sorry, I should have just gave you the tissue or- I don't know'. Steven was the first to speak, and thank god he did. You didn't think you were capable of anything if something hadn't broke you out of your trance. 'No, don't worry it's okay, that was nice' is all you could muster, before desperately gulping down more drink.

'It was? Oh okay, good' he sighed in relief, before smiling at you again. It felt like his eyes were digging into you. You couldn't look at him. Not with everything that had just rushed through every space of your brain at a thousand miles per hour.

This continued for sometime, you finally relaxed once you went outside back into fresh air. Away from the enclosed space, which seemed to be closing in the more he stared, the more he talked, the more he did anything.