Making a move

Summary: Steven has known for a while that his feelings for Connie go way pass the lines of friendship, but knowing and showing are two very different things.

(Their teenagers)

Chapter one: Study Session

(Steven's pov)

I sat on the bar stool, tapping the end of the pencil on the counter top as I waited for Connie to get here. She should be here any minute. Ever since she told her mom about sword fighting her mom has been a bit stricter about Connie's study schedule since her grades came first.

I heard the door open and Connie rushed in. "Steven in so sorry, I'm late. Tennis practice ran longer than I expected."

I watched as Connie gracefully pulled her dark hair out of its pony tail and shook her head letting it fall around her. She shrugged her backpack off

her almost bare shoulders as she came closer. The material of her shorts brushing her legs.

She dropped her backpack on the floor next to the stool next to me and readjusted the strap of her tank top. "It's not a problem Connie. It was only a few minutes." I told her reassuringly.

She gave me a bright smile. The one that made my heart rate speed up and my knees a little weak. She took out a book and I noticed it was her history book. "So we're doing history today?" I asked.

She scooted closer to me so that our shoulders touched and sat the text book down in between us. She flip through pages until she found what she was looking for. "Five short answer to do." She told me.

"Well at least that's all." I replied. I read the first question to her and she took out a piece of notebook paper and quickly wrote down a five sentence answer.

We did this back and forth for a few minutes sometimes Connie would flip through the book looking for a certain answer. After I called out the last question she wrote down her response and tossed her pencil down.

"Finished." She said in a soft groan. Then she tilted her head so it rested against my shoulder. I froze.

Recently I've notice Connie's been a bit more... affectionate lately. Which wasn't a bad thing. In fact I secretly loved every moment of it. It just threw me off that randomly she would say or do something that would cause my world to tilt and spin off its axis. I knew that I was more than a little affectionate, and if anything when I was around Connie it showed more. Putting my arm around her, holding her hand, hugging her, those things I've been doing without thought since I've met her.

But Connie when she did something even if it was little made the biggest impact on me. In the best way possible of course and even though we weren't together, together it made me feel like for a moment we were something more than friends.

She nuzzled her head against my shoulder and covered a quick yawn. "What did you do today biscuit?"

I used my free arm and shrugged. "Nothing really, no missions came up while you were at school or at tennis so I just hung around here mostly, I went and saw my dad for a little bit to."

"Sounds nice." She said. I looked over at the clock. It was already 7. I wonder if Connie has eaten?

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Depends. If I am, will you make me something?" She asked.

"But of course my strawberry! I live to please you." I replied in a fake snobbish accent. I grinned as I heard her giggle.

She removed her head from my shoulder. "In that case, I would love for you to cook for me." She leaned in closer.

"And what would you like?" I asked.

"Whatever the chef recommends." She giggled again before jumping and walking to the couch and sitting.

I was stunned for a minute then stood up and walked to the kitchen. After looking to see what we had I decided to make her a sandwich.

After that was done I walked over and gave her the plate and sat down next to her. I threw my arm around the back of the couch so it was behind her. "How is it?"

"Fantastic as usually Steven!" I smiled at her as she quickly finished it. She put the plate on the table and leaned back so my arm was rested against her back.

"So what time do I need to get you home by?" I asked as I felt her long, soft, dark hair brush along my arm.

"8:30 probably. So my parents won't worry." She turned her head to look at me and I noticed just how close our faces were. She has such beautiful dark brown eyes.

I paused trying to let my thoughts catch up with the conversation and not her. "Okay. Lion can get you home in no time."

"Yeah." She didn't move away and it was causing my heart to pound loudly.

I reached up and tucked back a strand of hair that fell forward.

I brought my hand back down. "Sorry Connie."

She sighed. "It's fine Steven."

Author's note

So I decided to do a collection of related oneshots of teenage Connie and Steven. What do you guys think? Please let me know your thoughts. Until the next chapter, take care.