10000netherworlds | The Blind Date Meme

Sassy girl. He approved, he liked. "I can't promise no complaints," he said, reaching out to take a sandwich without breaking his gaze into her eyes. "Some days it seems like I'm always hungry."

"Why's that?" she asked, more sincere than suggestive...well. Maybe a little suggestive. "You've been working hard?"

"Always," he said, matching her question with an honest answer that nevertheless held a hint of warm promise behind it. "But I'm sure you know as well as I do that muscle burns a lot of energy, active or not."

"It sure does," she agreed happily. He had plenty to spare, and that meant she was very impressed.

He'd soon catch her scooching closer, giving an appreciative glance out of the corner of her eye.

Well. Turnabout was fair play.

Morgan scooched a little closer too, with that same sort of glance out of the corner of his eyes and a silly little smile. They both knew the game.

He sure was fine. And so close that he could surely see what she was thinking, again. Not that she minded.

"You think we ought to get a move on? Quieter spot?"

There were places to go, things to see...and it was a little busy here. Even if the wildlife sure was cute. There were rabbits watching, ears perked...what, did they think she was Fluttershy?

Unconcealed warmth burned in his eyes, which never left hers. Morgan was not a subtle man; he wore his heart on his sleeve, all things considered.

"Yeah... I suddenly find myself wanting a spot a little less busy..."

But rather than get up, he leaned it to capture her lips again, slow and sweet.

"I know a few..."

She certainly did, all rural, rustic, and with a big ol' barrel of hay. Leading him back there would certainly be an exciting time, but hey. She didn't mind this either, melting into a lazy kiss and reaching up to brush his hair. Human fingers were perfect for that.

Her other hand massaged his back, nice and steady. "I'm not usually the type to dawdle, but...I'll make an exception."

Fingers to her cheek, he basked in her nearness and the feel of her skin against his. She had a kind of vibrancy, a sweet and intoxicating warmth and energy, and her hand on his back was strong and sure.

"Sorry," he murmured against her lips, not sorry at all. "I couldn't resist." And he couldn't resist for a second time, trading another kiss to her even as he shifted around, getting his feet slowly underneath him without moving his head any more than absolutely necessary.

Now just what was that handsome feller up to?

Applejack thought she knew, so she made sure to curl in close. Her arms locked around his neck as they kissed again and again, clever little smile daring him to keep this up.

"Couldn't or didn't want to?"

"Yes," he murmured against her lips, the pause practically making him ache. He dove back in, downright trembling as his mouth worked against hers, but not so much that he couldn't catch her around the waist and stand up, lifting her up as he stood in one smooth motion.

"Heh..."

She locked her powerful legs around his waist, squeezing a little tighter than was strictly necessary. Wasn't the best way to explore him, but there was time for that. Always time for that.

"Don't you be tiring yourself out now, sugar."

He didn't have an answer for that, because the feel of her legs tightening around him robbed him of words, breath, and thought for a moment. There were few better sensations in the world, in his opinion. And lord knows he didn't understand how not every guy in the world was a leg man.

"I don't tire," Morgan finally managed to say, breath hot against her lips. That wasn't strictly true, but his general stamina was pretty much beyond compare. "So don't worry."

"...you want me to test that?" she offered, trying to sound seductive but unable to completely hide the giggle at the end of the sentence.

"If you don't, you'll be testing my willpower instead... or maybe my sanity." He was much better at sounding sultry, voice dropped to a husky growl, eyes smoldering and arms tight around her. "Where am I taking you?"

"Wherever you want, darlin'," she giggled against his shoulder. "But let's just say my place? It's a shorter walk."

She was bold, but not bold enough to say 'his place' yet. Part of her worried the home's appearance would give her away, but it was too late to back down now. No, better now to whisper the directions in his ear, playfully teasing it along the way.

"And then a right at Vegas Ave, and...yeah. Red building. First floor. Here's the key."

The key she reached back to press into his hand was very warm.

Rather reluctantly, Morgan had shifted her slightly to one side for the journey. On the one hand, he needed to see where he was going; on the other, if she kept pressed against him dead-center like that, perfect for kissing and for inspiring other thoughts, they'd never make it. By the time they got there, he thought he deserved a medal for not just hauling her into an alley somewhere, especially with her breath and lips so tantalizing on his ear.

And she could appreciate that for all her solid muscle, he hadn't so much as twitched at carrying her the entire way there.

She worried in vain; Morgan, already oblivious by nature, was barely aware of anything besides the girl still wrapped around him and pressed up to him. He fumbled with the key, finally managing to get it in the lock despite her distraction so he could open the door and let them in.

And there it was. The furnishings were wooden, mostly handmade, with a distinct rustic feel. There were a few books scattered on the table, next to an overflowing fruit basket, and as for soft surfaces? A warm and inviting couch, plus an ajar bedroom door.

She hopped down to turn on the lights. "Make yourself at home, darlin'."

Oh, this place was cute -- and very much in keeping with how she'd presented herself thus far. Not that he thought she was lying or putting on a front in any way besides some good date behavior... and they'd kind of even forgotten that, hadn't they?

Not getting overly bold, Morgan let her go and then sauntered over to the couch to lower himself into it with fluid grace. All the better to watch her move.

Applejack bustled about the space with her usual speed. There was much to do to make it cozy. She lit the small electrical fire, allowed light in, slid some waiting dough in the oven...and sure enough, she came back with powder on her nose.

"I did promise dessert," she laughed, sauntering over until she stood above him with a tiny smirk. "And that means seconds too."

His hands twitched as he suppressed the urge to just reach out and pull her into his lap, but right now he wanted her to take the lead. Though that smirk was terribly inviting... "You really went all out," he murmured, meeting her eyes. "And here I spent the morning wondering if this date would go well."

"Y'know what? So did I. Guess we're both fretters...and y'know what my granny used to say about that?"

She whipped out another treat from behind her back, spearing it with a fork and dangling it under his nose. "More fritter!"

Morgan giggled, not the most dignified and manly noise in the world, as he took a chomp. Whatever else was playing out in this date, he had to admit she made some damn good food.

"Gonna have to work all this off, the rate you're tempting me with sweets!"

She slid some across the table at him, twirling a conveniently-shaped fritter with a hole in the middle around her finger. "Aww, don't fuss. I could help you out with that..."

"Oh yeah?" Scooping up another fritter, Morgan took a healthy bite of it, eyes locked to hers as he chewed, then swallowed, with no particular haste. "Well, I did note you were pretty athletic..."

The Blind Date Meme

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