mylittlejamjar | It's your birthday, just us and your birthday! [Private action to Morgan]

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It's your birthday, just us and your birthday! [Private action to Morgan]

It was a lovely Tuesday eve as the couple exited the building nuzzled up against each other, neither really caring what other ponies thought as they laughed in tandem at some joke shared. It felt nice to laugh like this, especially considering the day before...but it wouldn't do any good to stay in and worry herself to sickness again. She did wish it had come at another time, but...hopefully Mae would be back soon. Until she returned, all Nephenee could do was go forward, and that included going ahead with plans made more than a bit ago. Besides, her coltfriend had a birthday to celebrate, so she'd do her best to help him with that, even if this was the night before. The party would be tomorrow, but she'd stolen him away tonight for some time alone, away from prying eyes...

Well, maybe not that last one, since they got looked at anyway. Whispers about how cute it was or something floated about, but her mind was very much focused on her Knight. She'd surprised him with not only the fact that she'd pretty much tackled him to the ground in a hug when she'd met him outside the dojo, but the little black dress, tail wrap, and overall simple, but radiant look had gotten a great reaction too! Neph knew Morgan liked black and he liked leg and he liked how she wore her dresses, so she just combined them, then whisked him off for dinner and dancing and anything he really wanted to do -within reason.

Her heart still pounded from the physical exertion of the dancing, or perhaps just being this close to him kept it at such a rate, but she was rather happy right now, even if it was tinged with a little melancholy, and she couldn't help but be a little happier knowing he'd love his other gifts. Because apparently, a bag-of-holding and a custom lance weren't enough for her to give!

She liked spoiling friends, alright? Plus the main one was from the family, so.

Sneaking a kiss to his cheek, the Sentinel sighed happily. This night was quite wonderful.

"So, enjoyin' your birthday yet, my Knight?"

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She had won a total victory.

Not a difficult task, mind -- Neph's one-plus-one-plus-one math was obvious and she had only to put it in play. Still, her black dress and more importantly, the pony in the black dress had him stunned and drifting, like a pleasant suffocation. The Akashic was, in fact, almost shy tonight in the presence of overwhelming beauty, and if it were within Neph to play coy and sultry, he'd have been on his knees.

"Yes," he said, still faintly dreamy after everything the night had brought. "This is one hell of a birthday."

To his benefit, the mare lacked the confidence for that still -for now-, but certainly was regaining the desire to see him breathless and ensnared. It was enjoyable, to say the least, and him being the more reserved for once just made it more so; since when were their positions so reversed? She might have thought that the war was still being waged, but she counted this a victorious battle for herself. She'd have to thank Yukiko again for this dress! One day, she'd have him on his knees swearing fealty...if she didn't first.

Ahem, but for now, she still had to fight a dashing opponent. Morgan, as always, looked wonderful tonight, dark blues -gosh darn it, he looked amazing in that color- and blacks standing out against the green of his fur. There might have been a moment or two over dinner where she'd been in appreciative awe herself. Sure, the looks were just icing on the cake, since his personality was far more the draw, but the icing was delicious all the same!

In more than a bit of mirth at how her Mage sounded, she pulled her head away to regard him with a mischievous smile of her own, blue-green eyes shining as she dropped her sweet voice down for only him to hear. "An' there's more to come. But are ya alright in there? Ya seem kinda outta it, darlin'." Now she was being the brat out of the two of them! Not that she was sure she could keep it up too long...she was plenty entranced herself, she was just a little less obvious about it.

Morgan smiled, reaching out to slide a foreleg around her shoulders and draw her in. "Well, some vixen has been completely overwhelming me all night with her beauty and attractiveness and charm. I haven't had a head this foggy in years, I can barely breathe half the time just from looking at you..."

He chuckled, bonking his muzzle lightly against hers. "You should be proud. I don't think I've ever been so overwhelmed. You make me warm and shiver all at once... and you knew exactly what you were doing when you picked out that dress." The minor note of accusation in his voice was certainly not a complaint...

Well, she really was doing well, if he was saying that! She had to fight the urge to turn her head and blush, and it was a very strong urge. No no no, she wanted to stay where she could tease him better... Still, she did get a little red at the muzzle bonk and the rest of his 'accusation'. Wrapping a hoof around him as well, she was close enough after it where he'd have no way of missing the sweet & warm notes of that familiar perfume, and no way to escape.

"M-maybe Ah did, maybe Ah didn't." No, she'd known more or less exactly what she was doing, and placed her hoof at his chin. "Good to hear ya like it so much...but ya better breathe more. Ah don't wanna hafta carry ya back from ya passin' out, ya know?" The chin chuck she did threatened it, though.

She was going to be so shy after tonight, but all the storing up of courage for this was so worth it. "Never this overwhelmed before? Really?" That was a strong courage-boost.

"Not like this... definitely not." He could think of once if he tried, but that effort to overwhelm him had very deliberately contained a strong element of seduction as well. Not the same, to his mind. Definitely not a comparison to be made.

Tomorrow things would be more normal, except for him giggling at her being more shy, but tonight... ah, tonight. Morgan inhaled quite deliberately, though the scent of perfume did nothing to diminish his lightheaded joy. "No worries, though. I'm a long way from passing out."

If there was a mare looking like her trying to seduce him anytime soon, he'd best start asking questions of it, because he was likely not be in a safe position; look-a-likes tended to not be good things!

"Hmmm...guess Ah really do 'have a strong affect' on ya." But when he said the last...ah, he might have sealed his own fate. With an arched brow, one last wicked idea for awhile came to mind...well, two, actually, but the second might not be feasible. Her smile was a rather mischievous one. "Are ya, now? That a challenge?" She might not be as shy with the guests at the party, but after this? She'd probably be very blushy and shy around him, by her own reckoning! Especially after this! But she hoped he'd say yes, because no matter the inevitable fluster for her, it'd be worth it.

Edited 2014-08-02 10:15 (UTC)

Don't worry! Definitely prior to their meeting!

"Yes," he said, with a little surprise and a lot of satisfaction that she was stepping up like this. Granted, he was doomed, but it was exactly the kind of doomed he wanted to be.

Considering she'd had a look-a-like trying to do similar to a friend -not that she knew of, thankfully- that'd tried to kill said friend...yeah, not a good thing.

Ahem, but she was just smiling as he acquiesced, and in answer, the normally shy Sentinel wrapped her foreleg around his back and dipped him back enough that his hind legs might not have had solid contact with the ground.

Holding him like that with no trouble in the least, in no knowledge or care of several ponies on the sidelines watching them, her voice unconsciously dropped slightly, "We jus' got back from defeatin' some nasty stuff; Ah was takin' out dragons, another Sentinel, an' finishin' off a goddess..." There was a fire in her eyes with the equally heated tone, and if he could even realize it for what was happening, a trembling in her muscles from heroically suppressed nerves, "what makes ya think ya gotta chance against me?"

Before she could give herself any chance for backing out from nervousness, or for Morgan to respond, Nephenee planted an intense and passionate kiss on her Knight, not even realizing in the haze the crowd got bigger and there was a mix of cheers and "awwwww"s.

"Woo hoo!" "You go, girl!" "Go Neph!" "That seemed a bit of time in coming, eh?"

A long time and a lot of worry and grief and trouble in coming, but also a lot of wonder and amazement and joy, and she wouldn't regret one millisecond.

He had challenged her, and in any sane man's viewpoint, he had totally won. Heedless of anything else, Morgan wrapped his own forelegs around her and kissed back with every bit of intensity and passion he had. Which was, of course, quite a lot indeed.

He knew perfectly well how much effort this had taken her, even if he still didn't quite understand why, but if she thought he was worth this much effort, then he had no complaints at all.

Of course he was worth the effort, even if she didn't understand quite what that meant, for lack of experience. His counter effectively smashed right into that lack thereof, nearly overwhelming her remaining nerves, and it took every bit of willpower just to remain standing against that flood for as long as she did. Darn it, she kept getting countered when she tried to knock him over! Oh well, might as well enjoy it! Apparently, the counter delighted their audience as well!

This time, she was the one who had to break it off first, barely keeping herself from sending them both into the dirt as she shakily let Morgan down on all fours. It lasted just long enough for Nephenee to get onto her haunches, before she buckled, sturdy body flopping onto the stallion's shoulder in almost a dead weight, where she stayed as she willed herself to breathe, head resting against his neck for stability. It wasn't even realized at first, though, to be quite honest, mind reeling from a torrent of nerves and the crazy intensity and zeal in that kiss as it was.

She'd need some time to rally, badly shivering like that. But dang, was it worth it!

That wasn't even a counter-effort! That was pure, sincere, unadulterated reciprocation without any thought beyond how absolutely crazy he was for the girl.

Of course, flopping onto him might have been a bad idea, because right when she did, he went down to his knees, and just barely managed to avoid going down any further from her weight. Mostly by virtue of clinging to her quickly.

"Happy birthday to me," he said, giddy and half delirious.

Whoops! Instinct shot past all the nerves, and she clung right back to prevent them from going down as well. Hey, she'd nearly knocked him over! That was good! Those nerves came right back when the embrace got a rather audible "Awww!" out of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, though, and her fur was now a color that sharply contrasted both mane and dress, because now she was aware of the crowd. Woo boy, was she aware, and the shivers intensified. Normally, Nephenee would be only a little embarrassed or nervous, but now? Nope, it felt like she was sixteen again.

"Y-yup." She squeaked when her brain and mouth finally realigned. She really wanted to stay in Morgan's hooves, but as much as she was trying to calm, the Sentinel's social courage had bottomed out. A few moments later, she started, "C-can we...?" Trailing off, she made a few short jabs in a vague sense of 'that-a-way' to indicate she could use somewhere quiet to recuperate.

Morgan used her as a support to stand back up, then helped her to stand back up in turn. "Yeah," he said, still a bit dazed, as he gently tugged on her hoof. Whatever her other feelings on the subject might be, she could take satisfaction in knowing she'd done a real number on him!

Somewhere past all the buzzing nerves bouncing around like a Pinkie Pie on a caffeine rush (or, also appropriately, a Sentinel on one), she definitely took a lot of pleasure from that, and from the fact she was getting back somewhat to where she'd been before her untimely departure. If not in actual stamina, then in a desire to drive him mad!

Legs like jelly, Neph let herself be led off to the side, before they got behind a building, and, letting herself flop against it and slide down to the ground, she just took deep, slow breaths. The fact no one could see them helped. "It's...times like this Ah really wish...Ah was better 'bout that."

Morgan leaned against her, parking his flank in turn. By now he had mostly recovered; experience made for faster rebounds, after all.

"Well... like I always say, think about what just happened and learn from it," he said -- still a little breathless.

She'd be doing better, but crowd! Leaning her head against his, she panted for a few moments more. "Lesson...Ah'm havin' to relearn...things still, but still gettin' better. An' that folks like seein'...us kiss." Cheeks that had been fading in coloring flushed again. "An'...if that kiss was tellin', we like each...other a whole bunch."

Not that she NEEDED to learn that, but even if she wasn't quite onto the scale of it, at least Nephenee was getting a little better at self-awareness in that respect.

"That was some kiss, too..." A beat, and turning to look at him, the soldier smiled, still a little sheepish. "Lesson two: Ah can...hold that position longer...than you."

"You've never seen me hold it as long as I could!" And that was out of courtesy to her, because he could have totally overwhelmed her. Next time, especially if they were in private, he might just very well prolong it.

"Who cares about the crowd? They seemed to approve!" Heck, they might even have set a good example. No one could deny the two of them were at all reserved in showing their affection, and that made for a healthy relationship.

And he'd successfully turn her into a blue pony puddle of goo if he did it. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing...

"Uh-huh..." The Sentinel did believe him, but she was feeling nice and playful, "Heh, they did. Ah...guess a buncha folks were waitin' for me to do somethin' like that..." Or to gain the courage to do so. "Sure we'll hear 'bout it."

Truth be told, she'd been waiting to do it too. It was hard and a little scary, but she'd promised she'd work hard to get better, to get back to where they had been. It was paying off, at least! "So...how was year 23 for ya? We..ain't gonna be the same age...for much longer."

At least she was still feeling playful once the nervousness wore off, even if she needed a little break for a moment.

"Well, I turned into a pony. That was pretty weird. And I met an amazing girl, which was awesome. So I can definitely say I'm doing pretty good, Neph."

"A girl that likes her fella a whole bunch an'...wants him to be the happiest one in the whole...of Equestria. She'd beat off dragons an'...deities an' more to get to him." That was accompanied by a nuzzle and forehead kiss, and a small chuckle. "Ah'm glad Ah'm a highlight in your year...Though don't forget ya got your Dojo an' your business, too."

It still felt like her heart was racing, even as nervousness faded and her breathing steadied; Morgan might have been able to feel it being snuggled up to his girl, possibly even see her torso shudder slightly from the beats.

"Sure, but those are pretty much secondary, right? I mean, I could always build a dojo or start massage if I wanted to. I couldn't always find a girl like my Neph." He smiled against her cheek, stroking one hoof down her mane. He could feel the power her heart was beating with, and it only proved to him that her heart was just as strong as every other part of her.

Even if they cuddled a lot, she found herself melting a little from this. His words, the hair play, nuzzling so close...it all added up to a very pleased Sentinel, especially as she messed with Morgan's mane a little, herself. So soft~

"Ah guess so...an' ya do like your Neph... Not of'en ya get a lancer girlfriend who's helped take out deities an' dragons, or has a weapon form in her." She could do without that last bit, but it netted her Cirno and Kotaro as siblings, so Neph supposed she'd get over it eventually.

Hooking the fetlock of her free forelimb with his in an attempt to mimic holding his hand, she let out a quiet sigh. What a lovely night this was...and there was still more to come.

"Not very often at all," he agreed with mock solemnity. "Oh, and don't forget the fact that she can sweep me off my feet in the most deliciously literal way. I'm pretty fond of that part too."

"Can an' will an' does." That got a knowing grin out of her; seemed she was getting a second wind, which was good. "Ya don't seem to mind Ah seem to be the stronger of us. Now if ya'd jus' let me bounce around with ya on my back..." The mischievous comment trailed off as the soldier nudged him with her shoulder none-too-gently; birthday boy could take it.

Morgan slapped a hoof over his mouth before he could voice the lewd suggestion that had immediately sprung to mind, which meant that he staggered sideways when she nudged him just from the lack of balance. "Hey, this is what I get for holding back filthy comments," he said with a grin as he straightened up to bump her right back. "I'm afraid to roughhouse with you, that dress just looks so good on you I don't want to mess it up..."

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