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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?"
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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Neph swiped at the air dismissively with a hoof. "If Ah was gonna run, ya woulda had to do somethin' a long time ago for it." And she grinned in a self-effacing manner. "Too bad for ya, Ah'm still here! Not leavin', no matter what; might as well be glued to ya!"
She had not one iota of a clue.
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There might have been some bashful muttering that included the terms 'tricky' and 'rascally'.
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With no real degree of actual disapproval, there was a bit of a show of protest as she 'flailed' her front hooves while Morgan drew her in. "Noooooo..." It turned into another squeak as she was squished against him, flanks pressed together as she made more flustered noises. "H-help, g-gonna get glued!" Which probably wasn't the best thing to say as an equine, but Nephenee was rather ignorant of that...
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SUCH a good birthday.
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And she loved every second of it.
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Of course, where he REALLY shone was his stamina and endurance... which meant that while a lesser man might eventually have to straighten up and stop kissing his girl, Morgan could just keep going and going...
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When that time came, she had to force her head back to break the kiss, breath coming in pants, like she'd spent far too long underwater, chest heaving, body a little shaky. Celestia, this boy really was trouble! Moreso when pulling her head back put Morgan's snout at neck level...
"W-whose birthday...is it...again?" She asked between gasps, unaware of the temptation the Mage now faced, because he certainly kept making it feel like hers!
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That wasn't a temptation, Neph. That was a command, which he willingly obeyed by nipping at her neck gently.
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Well, so much for breathing! All he got out of Neph now was just a brain-addled noise as her mind struggled to find its pieces.
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Luckily, that was something he had gotten very good at judging, thanks to extensive experience. Yes, he considered his melty, brain-broken, gurgling girlfriend a pretty good gift. Birthday or otherwise.
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"Whoooooaaaaaa...." Which was as intelligible of a response Morgan was getting from the dizzy pony for a moment.
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But his sincere feelings for the girl always trumped his sincere lust for her, so he DID back off when she needed him to, drawing her close to tuck his head over hers with more sweetness than sauciness.
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For the time being, Nephenee just laid in his hooves, still weak from the kisses and nips, catching her breath as her head just sort of fell against his shoulder when he tucked his above it.
Gosh darn it, Morgan.
"Hslfgh mghr." Yeah, her brain was still kind of wobbly. Might have broke her a little, Mage.
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"Yes, but wouldn't the jello mold melt before the liquid iron took the shape of a lobster?"
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But at the random statement, Nephenee actually looked up at him while still at her spot under his head, her brain putting itself a bit together just because it was trying to process what the heck Morgan'd just said. It made no more sense after a few seconds of trying to grapple with it, so she asked, "Pvuts?"
Wait, tongue still no worky. A few wiggles of it in her mouth, the lancer managed to get a coherent word out: "Huh?"
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"W-what?" She barely got out between peals of her own laughter.
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"W-why, 'cause Ah make silly noises?" Her brain was still coming back together, so Nephenee couldn't really think of much else currently.
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Boy, this felt good!
"Ah l-like your sense o'humor! You're silly!" She needed that to counterbalance the fact she could get far too serious sometimes.
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