Two Special Nights
A Steven/Connie One(Two)Shot by Zyxx

The First Night

"Hey Steven!" Connie hugged her best friend briefly and ushered him inside. Every year, they'd made it a tradition to stay over and stay up late, watching the first big snowstorm of the winter together.

"Ready for tonight?" Steven had brought his own pillow, and a big bag of marshmallows in his backpack for them to sneak into their hot chocolate.
"You bet!" Connie had already changed into her nightgown, and as Steven took off his jacket she could see he just had his pajamas on. Steven politely greeted her parents, who soon went to bed, and they prepped their hot cocoa and sat beside each other on the floor just as the snow really picked up.

Steven threw the blanket around her and pulled them together tightly. She wrapped her arm around him, and they cuddled, warm and secure as they watched the icy show outside.
Connie loved it. Loved him. And she couldn't stop herself, after a few minutes, from turning her head and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Steven got the most adorable look on his face whenever she did that, as though he was surprised she'd want to, even though they'd kissed plenty of times in the past few months. Surprised or not, he kissed her cheek in return, and soon their lips met each other and they were kissing in earnest. There wasn't much room to maneuver under the blanket, but she managed to free her hand, and guide one of his to touch her breast through her gown. That was as far as they'd ever gone, and Steven squeezed her with tender care as his kisses moved from her mouth to her cheek to her neck.

She giggled at first, but when he reached the base of her neck she drew in a sudden gasp; his soft lips were electric on her skin. They froze for a moment; that had been loud. They listened for a sign that her parents had heard… nothing.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"You hit a good spot, that's all." They giggled together, nervous and tingling. "I want to keep going." As Steven turned her cheeks to a fluttering field of kisses, she pretended to carelessly put her hand on his inner thigh, tantalizingly close to his groin. He didn't seem to notice, busy as he was. She turned to attention to kissing him, but very deliberately kept that hand where it was. A minute later, she very slightly moved it closer. And closer. He finally noticed.

"Connie?" He looked down at her hand. She looked at it too, but didn't move it.

"Is that okay?" She asked softly.

"It's okay, but… I mean, I'm…" he'd gotten hard almost at once when they'd began kissing, and it hadn't gone down in the slightest.
"I can tell." She moved her hand again, watching his face for any sign of protest, and felt his erection through the front of his pajamas. "I… I really wanna see it." She was biting her lip. "I know we've looked when we're Stevonnie, but..."
Steven's breath caught. Not ashamed, or embarrassed, just excited to be exploring this new frontier with her. "Go ahead,"

She carefully pulled down his pajama bottoms and underwear along with them; he wriggled his hips slightly to help. There he was, hard and strong, so much more real and alive than the pictures in her mother's medical books. She'd seen it before, sort of, when they'd been fused, but it was different now. Both physically, being apart, and just… a different angle. She could see it twitching ever so slightly with each beat of his heart. A smell reached her nostrils; not a strong smell, or a dirty one, but something unmistakably /him/.
She looked in his eyes again as she reached slowly for him, and wrapped her fingers carefully around his shaft. Steven inhaled sharply.
"Does that feel good?"
"Uh-huh," he nodded, and she moved her hand gently up, drawing his foreskin over his head. She'd seen some videos, read some articles.
"Is this right? Tell me what you like." She started slow, to make sure it was all right.
"Ah! Connie...!" He took her free hand, wanting to do something for her. She smiled and gently pushed back on his chest.
"Just relax. Show me how you do it." She pulled her hand down, still slowly, watching with fascination the way his skin moved over itself.
"Use… here, your thumb." He moved her hand slightly, and drew in his breath as the sensation increased. "You can be a little tighter." She did, and his hips flexed involuntarily. "That's… that's pretty good."
A mischievous grin crossed her face, and she picked up the pace, just a little. He put a hand over his mouth to keep from making noise; it felt too good and he really really /really/ did not want to wake her parents with this.
Remembering what she'd read, Connie began to fondle him as well, very very softly, feeling the heft and weight of his balls in her fingers. "Oh!" she let out a little breath of surprise when a drop of fluid suddenly appeared at the tip. "That's normal, right?"
"Yeah." She giggled, feeling how slick it was as she rubbed it over his head. "I'm… I'm getting closer."
"Good." She began to rub him with more vigor and an ever-wider grin.

"Connie…I'm about to…"
"It's okay, I want you to."

"But…" It was too late, he was beyond protest and he let out a groan as he began to spurt, covering her hand; a bit flew far and landed on her gown. He moaned and shuddered and didn't even know what to do with himself.
"That was fun," Connie said, smiling and proud. "Did you like it?"
Steven nodded, wordless. "But we should clean this up."

"Come on then." They went to the bathroom; he cleaned himself in the sink and they made sure nothing was left where they had been sitting.

"Connie… Can I make you feel good?"
"Steven, you already did." She touched her neck where he'd kissed her. "You always do."
"No, you know what I mean. Like you did for me."
She felt herself blushing, despite herself. It didn't really make sense, she thought, for her to feel at all embarrassed. And she was worked up already from seeing him, playing with him… not just worked up. Getting wet.
"If you want to."
"I really do want to." Steven caressed her hair, kissed her again. "Tell me what you like."
` "Here." She laid back on the floor and lifted her nightgown, showing her panties. A faint wet streak was in the front, barely visible in the dim light. "You can take them off."
Slowly, nervously, as though she could change her mind at any moment, Steven pulled her panties off. This was the first time he'd seen her vulva, really seen it, and his thick, gentle fingers slowly ran up and down her heated, moistened lips.
"Mmm!" she let out a little squeak from the sensation.
"It's wet," he said, wonderingly. He'd had the mechanics of sex explained to him, sort of, but this made it real, so very real. She was so, so soft; he felt he had to be slow and gentle to not hurt her.

"Because of you," she said huskily.

"Your… um… don't you have something here?" He probed towards the top of her slit, looking for something he only faintly understood.

"A little higher. You can press a little harder. Yes, right… right there!" He pressed down on her center and she felt her body light up with pleasure. "Please… please put your fingers in me."

"Like this?" he put his index finger into her hole, slowly.
"Faster. Move it faster." He obeyed, a little surprised, and felt her tighten around him.
"Wow…" His finger glided smoothly in and out with her wetness. Experimentally, he tried pressing that spot at the top while keeping up the motion with his finger, using both hands. Soon her hips were lifting from the ground.

"Faster! Keep going! Steven!" Her hands gripped his, pressing him tight to her vulva as her hips bucked and her body shook and she nearly screamed; she had to grit her teeth hard to stop herself. Obediently he kept at her until she sat up and pulled his hand away.

"That's… that's enough, that's too much," she gasped breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" Immediately his arm was around her, to support or lift her up, and she let out a chuckle at his sweet but misguided alarm.

"I'm… I'm great. Just… I need a minute." She wiped her sweating face and lightly pushed him towards the couch; he laid down and she climbed on him, resting her head on his chest.

"That was wonderful."

"You're wonderful." He kissed the top of her head and she wriggled against him. This made her hand brush his groin.

"Steven… Are you hard again?"

"Umm… yeah. Looks like."

She looked at him, thinking. She was a little tired, a little sensitive, but she /could/. And part of her wanted to. Really, really wanted to.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes. Do you want to?"

"I… I want to but…" He looked to the side, and she squeezed his hand.

"What is it?"

"Do you… do you have any… you know. Protection?"

"No." She'd been thinking about it, but hadn't dared yet.

"I don't either. And… I'm a little tired."

"I am too."

"We should… we should wait then."

"My parents will be gone overnight. Next weekend." It spilled out of her mouth in a hurry, and he didn't even have to say anything for her to know it was a date.