#fighting flirty

Mr: Every time! Every time, I come back from a long trip, you hide my shaving supplies!

❤️🍓: yuuuup! and I always will so I can snuggle and caress that beard! 😈😈😈.

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I’ll grant your wi- WAIT A MINUTE! Mister and HeartBerry?! My fellow writer you’ve truly given me a challenge. I hope to do your version justice. (Edit: So this story is going to be a bit bizarre but I’ll try my best. Also I wrote this around midnight to 1 something AM...whoops. :)p )

Also question for anyone who is reading this one-shot. I put titles of these  asked one-shots when I post them on my other social media platforms. Should I begin to do that here as well?

“You’re more than that.”

Disclaimer!: They are 19/20 in this story.

(18+ only! Nothing detailed just heavily implied)

Connie never minded much on heels. Except when her feet hurt. She wore the occasional skirt on occasion but still wore shorts underneath. Her make-up was earth tones and very minimal. That is if she chose to wear it. Even her hair was styled on occasion if she wanted too. She liked what she liked and never chose one specific style to call hers. Just whatever fit with her mood.

However when it came to diplomatic missions to Homeworld with her favorite Mister, were days she dreaded the most. Not because of anything political surprisingly. No she already was mentally prepared for that and knew how to handle herself within each topic discussed.

What she hated was having to look stereotypically ‘perfect’ for the meetings. It wasn’t enough to put on a nice office type outfit, also something nice to travel in through the warp pad. But everything had to be just right. Not a hair out of place, posture straight and even make-up was supposed to be a bit dramatic.

Why did she put up with things like this? Even though the Diamonds have changed, or at least are beginning too, the saying ‘Old Habits Die Hard’ would be putting it lightly. To help make them feel like it wasn’t an attack, Connie decided to meet on middle ground. Show that she respected their rules and old traditions. Even if they were in the process of changing things around. A sort of familiarity for them helped in the long run for a good relationship. It also was supposed to look professional.

But that didn’t mean she liked doing it. Still deciding not to think about it much on those days and just go through her routine. Taking a quick rinse of shower, Make-up, hair and then adding the outfit. All while her expression was monotone. Her music whilst preparing, just calming instrumentals on her titled ‘Woe Is me’ playlist.

Steven woke up upon hearing the music and rolled over to see the bathroom door open. Sat up and stretched; letting the bed sheets fall to the side and hang off the edge of the mattress. His old t-shirt and cozy pajama pants clung to his body from being a bit damp with sweat overnight. Walking to where she was brushing her hair, he leaned against the door frame momentarily. His beloved wrapped in a silk robe, not even tied closed. Her gaze flickered to him, stayed for a few seconds before concentrating back on her task.

Without a word he walked up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. Knowing she was in an extra salty mood from all of this. Connie’s facial expressions stayed the same. Her eyelids half closed from the sensation. The corner of her lips slightly flickered upwards when he moved from the shoulders to her front.

Slipping underneath her robe and teasing her middle, brushing past her breasts with his fingertips, caressing the waist and ran his pointer finger along the hem of her undergarment. Teasing for a special time for just them. Wrapping her frame in his embrace as his arms held onto her waist, he watched as she finished up. Glancing at the mirror she sighed and leaned her head back against his shoulder. Her breast almost protruding from under the silk fabric.

“Heartberry?”

“I don’t want to do this. I don’t like the feeling of subjecting myself to this stereotypical look. I know I did this to help in the beginning but I just can’t anymore.” Turning around she laid her chin upon his shoulder. “Is this all I am now Mister?”

“Connie you and I know you’re more than this. You’re a sword fighter and an intellectual but you’re more than that too. You are you Connie. Nothing can take that away... But Heartberry, why don’t you just stop? You don’t have to look what others see as ‘perfect’.” Pulling her away so he could look at her face, placed a gentle hand under her chin.

“I fell into a habit of doing these things I suppose. Plus even if we weren’t doing intergalactic missions. I would still have to do this for interviews, future jobs, etc. This gave me a change to practice getting used to it for my future too. I just... I grew-... I became to embarrassed to stop. It’s beyond pathetic but... I felt valued, accepted and felt like I was worth it.”

“Connie you are worth so much more than what others define you as. I mean look at me! I’m what others call a chubby guy in sandals and a jacket. Not to mention my signature star t-shirt. By the social ideas of perfection, I wouldn’t be anywhere near close. Yet I’m here living my life. Besides...”

He took her hands in his and lifted it to his lips. Pressing a gentle kiss before placing it on his chest right over his beating heart. “I fell in love with the Connie that is herself. Not for what she looks like, although she looks beautiful no matter what.” With a smirk Connie giggled and sighed, turning towards the mirror once more. Finally finding her resolve.

“Mister, my apologies but I’m going to have to ask you to leave as I find myself while I finish preparing for the meeting.”

“Awe no teasing show? No bare skin for my eyes to devour? Every inch and every curve as you change into-”

“Okay, Mister enough and out!” She giggled pushing him out the door. Steven sighed and went to get ready himself. Waiting downstairs as Connie arrived in a more earthy vibe look. Long flowy skirt(plus jean shorts), a simple but nice blouse, heels and her hair down (and pinned back only slightly) and make-up almost non existent. Steven smiled and held out her hand for her on the warp pad.

A few hours later they returned with Connie on Steven’s back, arms around his neck and heels in her hands. He set her down on the couch and went to grab some waters. She sat there with her feet propped up on the pillow as he returned and began to massage them.

“So this wouldn’t happen to be why you wore heels instead of flat shoes?” Steven inquired as Connie moaned in content from the massage.

Waiting to start date night with the boys.

MR: Try to teach Heartberry how to make gumbo... as an experiment with her cooking...went just as well as i thought... Clean-up was fun, though. Made her feel better about its explosive nature... As of taste and presentation.. 100 of 10🫠would eat again.😉

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❤️🍓: later, i found my weight was still within my accepted parameters, but his his 'Support' was really Sabotage! He put me on the high end and made put on more mass and muscle. From then on, I took special care to watch him make my post exercise snacks.

Mr: one no one foced you to eat

❤️🍓: No, just persuaded and lured me with my favorites,you snake

Mr:And I don't regret a thing, more of my swimsuit model berry to love, and squeeze besides, you're natrually ..salaciously built. Now come.. let me pamper you with more Darian cake, Bikini Berry. You know you want to😈.

❤️🍓:😑 you're evil...*follows anyway* sinful sexy baker biscuit.

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Mr: I hope my hair is ok.

Dan: You're good,Stev.Relax . Oh, just gotta text from Patcat, let's head out..

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