After placing the leftover pizza in the fridge, Galen went to get some pillows and covers for Jeanne. In the meantime, he had told her to make herself at home. She took a seat on the plush tan sofa and glanced around, enjoying the décor of his living room. The details seemed a little fuzzy, seeing as she was still feeling very tired, but Jeanne felt a little renewed, now that she was somewhere she could rest.

As she continued to look around his den, she greatly enjoyed the pale blue color of the walls, and aside from being her favorite color, it had a soothing feel to it. Jeanne also enjoyed how he had chestnut stained wood shelves with assorted books and decorations adding to the ambiance of the room. She also saw he had some decorative swords and even a shield hanging from the nearby wall.

The swords on the wall reminded her of the one she had resting on the coffee table in front of her. She eyed the hilt and continued to admire the golden color and the beautiful jewels that added to its appearance. She leaned front and clutched her weapon in her hooves. Jeanne stared at the emerald and smiled.

Galen returned and set two white pillows beside her. “Here you are, these are some extra pillows I had stashed in the hall closet. They should be fluffy enough.” He smiled as he patted one of the pillows.

Jeanne nodded, offering him a thankful smile. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome.” He then noticed she was admiring the sword he had crafted for her, and his smile began to grow. “I’m so glad you are pleased with your sword.”

Jeanne turned to him and smiled again. “I really am. I just love the sapphires on either side of the cross-guard.”

He chuckled at her. “Well, you said blue was your favorite color, so I thought those would be a nice touch.”

She nodded happily. “They are, and I still just love the way this emerald looks here at the pommel. What made you decide to use this instead of another sapphire?” Jeanne looked at him curiously, eagerly awaiting his response.

“Well, I thought it would add a personal touch, and you see, green is my favorite color, and blue and green always seem to go so good together.”

Jeanne giggled. “They do, and I know I’m always going to cherish this.”

Galen chuckled. “I’m really glad. Now, let me grab you something to cover with. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

He trekked back the hallway, while she continued admiring her sword. Slowly, she slid the blade out from its sheath. There it was. Her name in fancy letters, engraved in the shiny steel. She ran her hoof along the smooth side of the blade, feeling the indentation of the letters.

She let out a dreamy sigh, as she slid the sword back into its scabbard. Jeanne placed it back on the coffee table, as her mind turned to thoughts of Galen.

A few minutes passed and he returned to her carrying a white sheet and a dark blue blanket. “Here we go.” He set the neatly folded blanket and sheet beside her, while Jeanne set the pillows at the one end of the couch.

“Thank you, for letting me stay.” Jeanne placed a hoof over her mouth as she yawned. “I guess we really got carried away on our date, huh?”

He snickered and nodded, agreeing with her. “I’ll say, but I had a wonderful time.” Galen placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled.

Jeanne returned his smile and placed her opposite hoof along his hand. “So did I.”

Galen turned his hand and gently clasped her hoof and let out a happy sigh. Jeanne continued to smile, presenting him with rosy cheeks. There was a brief silence before he released her hoof. Galen took the white sheet and began unfurling it. “Here, let me give you a hand.” He covered Jeanne with the sheet, allowing her to grip the top end in her hooves.

Once again, Galen had caught her off-guard. She blushed a little more as she tugged on the sheet. “Thank you. You didn’t need to do that.”

“It’s my pleasure. And here…” Galen carefully unfolded the warm blue blanket and tucked it at her hind hooves. “It’s all set in case you get cold during the night.”

Jeanne nodded, giving him another smile. “I appreciate it. Well, I guess I’d better get some rest.”

“Same here,” Galen remarked. That’s when it hit him. “Oh, if you need the bathroom at all, it’s the first door, down the hall, on the left. Should you need anything else, please feel free to get me. My room is the second door, down the hall, on the right.”

“Okay, but I should be fine, well aside from needing the bathroom, which you already told me where I can find it.” Jeanne giggled, while she continued to smile. She then let out another yawn.

“Sleep well, Jeanne.”

“You too, Galen.”

He gave her a respectful nod, then made his way to his bedroom, after turning out the lights.

Jeanne remained there in the darkness. She slid under the covers and made herself comfortable. Then, feeling a slight nip in the air, she reached down and pulled up the warm blanket. Turning, she glanced in the direction of the hall, specifically toward his room.

She let out another dreamy sigh. It had been a perfect day. Jeanne finally got her sword, which was totally worth the wait, and then she got to share a wondrous date with Galen. He was unlike anyone she’d ever known. He was a hard worker, incredibly kind, had a nice sense of humor, and seemed completely enchanted by her.

Her thoughts returned to their goodnight kiss. It happened less than twenty minutes ago, and Jeanne found herself thinking of it rather intently as she placed a hoof to her lips, recalling the sensation. It made her feel warm and happy all over. She could only wonder what the future would hold for them. Jeanne sincerely hoped she would have the chance to kiss Galen again, and if possible in a even more passionate way. Her heart almost fluttered at the thought, before her body reminded her she was still very tired.

Jeanne yawned as sleep began to pull her under its drowsy veil. Her thoughts happily remained on Galen, and she smiled briefly, before she dozed off and began resting soundly.

* * * * *

Galen awoke in his room. Glancing around, he saw everything was still bathed in the darkness of night. Turning to his one nightstand, which stood on the right side of his bed, he eyed his alarm clock. It was nearly two in the morning. He wiped his eyes and wondered why he woke up. Taking a moment to think, he realized that Jeanne was still heavily mired in his thoughts. As he scratched his head, Galen seemed to recall dreaming about her, but it was fuzzy. If his groggy mind was working right, it mostly seemed to be images of their date.

He let out a quiet yawn and then noticed the more likely reason that he’d awakened. “Of course.” He whispered to his empty room. Galen turned back the sheets and dragged himself to the bathroom. Thankfully, his house had two bathrooms. The one he went to was exclusive to his bedroom, which made answering nature’s call less of a chore at night.

After relieving himself, Galen washed his hands and prepared to go back to bed. Before he allowed himself to drop onto the mattress, he thought about Jeanne. Since he was up, he figured he might as well be a good host and check on her. Galen walked to his closet and retrieved his robe. In case Jeanne was awake, he didn’t want to face her in nothing but his underwear. Well, at least not yet.

He walked to his bedroom door and quietly opened it. Then slowly, he crept into the hallway. His path took him into the living room, where his lovely guest was still resting.

Galen arrived in front of the sofa, and discovered Jeanne was still resting peacefully. He stood there for a moment and listened to the sound of her breathing. It was very soothing, causing him to sigh silently. Taking another look at her, he saw she must have gotten warm at some point, because the blanket was bunched up at her hind legs. Galen quietly chuckled to himself, finding it amusing since he’s had the same problem of going from cold to warm as he sleeps.

He felt satisfied that she was okay, that was until he noticed Jeanne starting to shiver. Galen placed his hands on his arms and noticed there was a distinct nip in the air. Concerned for her, he reached down and took hold of the blanket. Then very deftly, he covered Jeanne with it, and unable to resist, he gingerly brushed the back of his hand along her velvety cheek.

Moving away from her, Galen looked down and saw her shivering had ceased, and she was once again sleeping soundly. She looked so adorable as she slept. Which is why he couldn’t resist leaning down and softly kissing her cheek. Jeanne smiled within her slumber, letting out a quiet moan.

“Sweet dreams, Jeanne.” Galen whispered in an almost inaudible tone.

He walked back to his room, and closed the door behind him. Then laying down in his bed, he covered up and smiled as he fell back to sleep.

* * * * *

Jeanne began stirring as she opened her eyes. Looking around, she saw glints of the first light of morning, peering around the green curtains of Galen’s living room windows. She felt really warm and cozy under her covers. That’s when her eyes widened for a moment. Jeanne checked and saw she had both the sheet and blanket on her. Thinking for a moment, she could have sworn she removed the blanket at some point during the night. That’s when it dawned on her, Galen must have checked on her and covered her back up.

She smiled and felt a warm sensation in her heart. It was very sweet of him to check on her. Then, her mouth lightly fell open. Not only had he looked in on her, but also Galen hadn’t tried anything funny either. He’d been the perfect gentlestallion, well being a human she figured that’d make him a gentleman. At least she thought that’s what the humans were known to say amongst each other.

His unending kindness made her feel an even stronger yearning to be with him. For a moment, she considered going to his room. Maybe he’d enjoy it if she crawled under the covers and woke him. Jeanne was all set to put her little plan into motion, until she spied a nearby clock. The pegasus let out a bewildered sigh as she saw it was already after five-thirty. Despite wanting to go to see Galen, she knew she was needed back in Canterlot.

Reluctantly, she claimed her sword and made haste as she departed his home. Sadly, there wasn’t even time for her to leave him a note. Jeanne looked back in the direction of his room and gave a slight whimper, then she turned and stepped out the front door, quietly closing it behind her, and doubled checked that she had locked it.

Once she was clear of Galen’s porch, she spread her feathery white wings and took to the sky. One thing was sure, as soon as Jeanne was able; she’d be coming back to Ponyville in order to see him again.

* * * * *

Galen awoke, as usual, to the sound of the rooster crowing from Sweet Apple Acres. He wiped his eyes and let out a hearty yawn, before he turned to check his alarm clock. Sure enough, it was about fifteen minutes till his alarm was due to sound. "It figures," Galen groaned.

He slowly sat up and looked around his room, slowly feeling more awake. Galen felt a slight rush as he turned back his covers. He remembered Jeanne had spent the night. Quickly, he rose from his bed and dressed in his work clothing, heavy jeans, a gray short sleeve shirt, and put on a clean pair of socks.

Galen wore a chipper smile as he made his way out of his bedroom. He strolled down the hallway and into the living room. He wasn’t sure if Jeanne would still be asleep or not, so he made sure to tread softly.

A cursory glance around the living room revealed no trace of her, so Galen figured she might still be asleep on the sofa. That was until the furnishing came into full view. Jeanne was nowhere to be seen. The pillows and covers remained, but it was clear she was gone. His eyes moved to the coffee table and saw that her sword was gone too. He nodded his head, figured she must have needed to leave. She was a Royal Guard after all. Still, it would have been nice if he could have said goodbye.

Shaking his head, he figured there was little cause for concern. Hopefully she’d be back to see him again. One thing was certain, as he stood there in the living room and glanced at the disturbed aftermath of his couch, he marveled at how only a short time ago, Jeanne had been resting there. With her gone, he felt a strong emptiness in both his house and more prominently within himself.

Galen did find cause to be happy, after their memorable first date, he was sure he’d see her again. After all, they shared a heavenly first kiss that doubled as a goodnight kiss. Not to mention they did confirm any lingering doubts about their growing feelings for each other.

Noticing the time as Galen spied the living room clock, he figured he’d best pack his lunch, eat breakfast and make his way to the forge. Thankfully, it was Friday, so there was only one day to go, before the weekend.

* * * * *

Friday morning came and went, like most do, and before Galen knew it, noon had come and gone. The midday sun had reached its apex in the sky, casting its rays through a partly cloudy sky.

It was another beautiful warm day, which Galen found out first hand after taking his lunch. Even though Jeanne hadn’t been there to share it with him, he still sat under the shady maple tree. The very same tree they had both shared his lunch breaks under throughout the previous week.

Following his lunch, he promptly returned to work. With Jeanne’s sword completed, he had moved on to another project for a different customer. Walking over to the forge, he gripped a piece of properly fired steel within his tongs. Taking it over to the anvil, Galen kept the metal pinched in the tongs with his right hand, while he raised his sledgehammer with his left. Then, he began focusing on the steel as his proceeded to strike it, slowly working it into a proper shape.

Thankfully, Galen’s work had managed to distract him, causing the time to pass, but part of him felt a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Despite burying himself in his work, he still couldn’t completely stop thinking about Jeanne.

As he continued to work, he began considering making the trip to Canterlot. He very much wanted to see her again. Galen could have sent a letter, but it’d be so impersonal and fail to properly convey his feelings to her. Before he could contemplate the matter further, he noticed that familiar fragrance hanging in the air. He set the piece of workable metal down and placed his hammer beside it. Galen removed his protective gloves, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of the aroma. He sighed as he confirmed it was her scent – that heavenly fragrance of lilacs.

Opening his eyes, he turned and there she was the beautiful Jeannedarc. Galen broke out into a jubilant smile as he promptly made his way over to her. Jeanne’s face lit up as she trotted over to him, meeting him half way. He didn’t even fight his first emotion as he drew her into a tender hug. “Jeanne, I’m so glad to see you!” He held her tightly in his arms.

She whimpered softly in response to his caring words. Jeanne secured her hooves around him and let out a happy sigh. “I’m so glad to see you too, Galen.” Their hug ended and Jeanne looked at him with apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry I left without a word, this morning. I’d nearly forgotten I was due back in Canterlot for a morning guard shift.”

Galen breathed a sigh of relief. “I knew you hadn’t left without saying goodbye on purpose.”

“No, and as soon as my shift ended, I rushed to my room, took off my armor, freshened up and came back here as quickly as my wings would carry me.” Jeanne stood up on her hind hooves and felt a little bold as she drew him into another hug. “I missed you.”

Galen chuckled warmly at her. “I know I missed you. In fact, I was considering making the trip to the barracks at Canterlot Castle, just so I could see you again.”

Jeanne softly nuzzled against him as their hug continued. “Hmmm…that’s so sweet of you, but I’m glad you didn’t. That place is so noisy.” They moved apart and continued smiling at each other. “So, when do you get off work?”

“I’ve got a little over an hour to go. You’re happy to stay here and watch me work till then. And I have an idea.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Would you like to spend some more time together? Maybe have a more romantic dinner…say at my place, and this time, if you spend the night, you wouldn’t have to sleep on the couch.” He gave her a very suggestive look.

Jeanne blushed, but the smile on her face seemed to grow. “Mmm, a romantic dinner at your place…and a chance to spend more time together. I’d really enjoy that.” She took in a deep breath and let out a dreamy sigh. Jeanne grinned a little as she gave him a curious look. “I didn’t know you cook.”

“Well, I’m no master chef, but I can prepare a few tasty dishes.” He winked at her.

Jeanne giggled, delighted by his words. “Then I’m really going to look forward to it.” Her eyes fell partially shut as she stared at him. “So, I won’t have to sleep on the sofa this time?”

Galen gently caressed her mane and let his hand rest on her shoulder. “No,” he whispered softly. “Unless you want to.”

She shook her head and just kept smiling at him. “No, I’d be happy to be closer to you. I considered visiting you this morning, but time didn’t allow it, but now, with the weekend all but here…” Jeanne giggled at him, feeling her cheeks continue to blush.

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled as he walked back to his anvil. “Well, I’d better get back to work.”

“All right.” She agreed. Jeanne glanced around the forge and gave him a quizzical expression. “Are you the only one working today?”

Galen shook his head as he put on his gloves and picked up his tools. “No, Clang is watching the shop, and his grandson, Blade, took some of our goods to sell in the market at Trottingham.”

“I see. I was wondering.” Jeanne let out a sigh of relief, as Galen began hammering the piece of metal. She hadn’t even been paying attention to her surroundings when she shared those hugs with him. Thankfully, the others weren’t around. That could have been very embarrassing. Though, as she gave the matter some thought, she didn’t really pay it as much mind as she would have in the past.

* * * * *

With Galen’s day at the forge concluded, Jeanne accompanied him on the way back to his home. The two walked closely as his house came into view. Making their way across the porch, Galen led her inside.

“I just need to change out of these work clothes and then I can get started on dinner. Why don’t you have a seat in the living room, in the meantime?”

Jeanne nodded. “Okay.”

“I should probably get a shower too.” He considered, noticing he smelled a bit like the forge.

Jeanne smiled at him thoughtfully. “You could always get one after dinner.”

“Yeah. I guess that’d be all right.”

“It wouldn’t bother me if you wait.”

“Okay.” He gave her an affirmative nod and walked back the hall to his bedroom and proceeded to change. Meanwhile, Jeanne took a better look around his living room. It was the same as she’d seen the night before, but one thing she hadn’t noticed was his light green recliner. This had to be the one he mentioned when they were in the park yesterday, Jeanne was sure of it.

She considered sitting on it, but thought the sofa would work just as well. Taking a seat, she let herself sink into its plush cushions.

A few minutes passed, and Galen walked back into the living room, wearing a pair of casual pants, and a blue short sleeved shirt. Jeanne gave him a cheery smile, while she eyed up his top. “Nice shirt.”

“Thank you. I thought you’d enjoy the color.” He snickered as he walked over to her.

“So tell me, Galen, what’re you going to make for dinner?” She gave him a very sweet look, beaming him another of her charming smiles.

“Well, I was planning to make my recipe for four cheese lasagna with a tangy marinara sauce, and I was going to accompany that with some garlic Parmesan breadsticks and a fresh tossed salad.”

Her face seemed to light up. “Mmm, that sounds yummy.”

“Ah, so you like lasagna?”

“I do, and all the sides sound great as well.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ve been planning to make this for some time, but it’s really going to be nice to have someone to share it with.” Galen smiled as he patted her furry shoulder.

Jeanne sighed and gave him a nod. Then she thought of something. “Galen, I was wondering?”

“Oh, and what might that be, hmm?” He chuckled again.

“Could I lend you a hoof in the kitchen? I learned a lot about cooking from my mother.”

“Sure, this can be a rather involved meal. I’d certainly appreciate the help.”

Jeanne accompanied him into the kitchen. They both washed up at the sink, and then, together, they began gathering the various cooking implements and ingredients needed to prepare their dinner.

Galen set a bowl and the cheese grater on the far counter across from the stove and oven, while Jeanne did her best to assist him. He’d retrieve items and she’d happily ferry them over to the counter.

Taking a quick glance, Galen gave an affirmative nod. “It looks like we have everything we need.”

Jeanne simply smiled, and after giving a cursory look, recalled from memory what was typically needed to make such a meal, so she felt no reason to disagree. “It sure looks that way. Uh, what would you like me to do first?” She bubbled with joy, giving him a very enthused expression.

He shared her smile, placing the a few chunks of the different cheeses by the bowl and grater. “Aside from that ricotta, the other three cheeses will all need grated. So, if you don’t mind, would you take care of shredding them? Meanwhile, I’ll start on the sauce, get the water boiling for the pasta…and oh.” He walked over to the oven and switched it on. “Heh, heh. Don’t want to forget to preheat the oven.” Galen grinned as he looked to his lovely pony guest.

Jeanne couldn’t help but giggle, enjoying her incredibly good mood. She eyed the cheeses and the bowl, then turned and gave him a nod. “I’ll be more than happy to prepare the cheeses, Galen.”

“Wonderful!” Galen glanced back, while waiting for the large kettle to fill with water. Once it was full enough, he marched it over to the stove, set it down and then switched on the burner.

He looked at the box of lasagna pasta. Thankfully, like Earth, the ponies had prepackaged items too. He checked the instructions and set the box back down. Galen stooped down and opened an adjacent cupboard door and retrieved a fairly large saucepan. Placing it on the counter, he checked to see if he had everything for the sauce. Seeing that everything was there, he added the first of the ingredients to the pan and after turning on a second burner, he placed it down so it could start to simmer.

As he busied himself with a few other tasks, Jeanne grated the mozzarella, Parmesan, and provolone cheeses, making sure to do little bits of each to help ensure a good mixture. While she ran the pieces of cheese across the shredder, she couldn’t resist glancing back every now and then, so she could drink in a glimpse at Galen. She was so looking forward to dinner, but in all honestly, Jeanne really was looking forward to spending the night with him. She wasn’t sure what all the night would yield, but if her growing desires for Galen were any indication, she was hoping to at least discover what it felt like to feel his enticing hands and fingers on her in hopefully a more intimate fashion.

She had to tear herself back to reality, though her mind wanted to fantasize, she knew she had cheese to grate in the meantime. Smiling to herself, she resumed her task, while Galen kept making additional strides in the preparation of their meal.

* * * * *

In a little over an hour everything had been prepared, and Galen slid the lasagna, pan and all, into the oven. While it cooked, Jeanne helped him prepare a fresh garden salad, and he waited a little closer to time, before placing the breadsticks into the oven.

There was still a little over an hour before their entrée would be ready. Galen wasn’t a fan of doing the dishes and he knew this meal made more than a few dirty, which was why he decided to start them awhile and filled the sink with hot soapy water.

Jeanne stared at him briefly. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled thoughtfully before replying. “Well, since we have a rather large pile of dirty dishes, pots and pans, I thought, why not get a head start on cleaning up? This way we’ll have more time to spend together, after we eat.”

Jeanne couldn’t argue with that logic, and she really wanted to spend as much time with Galen as possible. Though, even helping him prepare dinner had been a thrill. She smiled at him and nodded. “It makes sense to me. Say, would you like a dryer?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Galen chuckled happily.

She stood by his side as they began tackling the large heap of dirty kitchen cookware. Galen glanced over at her as he began scrubbing the first pot. “Jeanne…I’ve been wondering something.”

“What is it, Galen?” She looked at him, her blue eyes full of wonder, partially hoping his question had something to do with what they might be doing later that night.

He resumed his scrubbing as he began to speak. “I was wondering. What made you decide to became a Royal Guard?”

That wasn’t quite the question she wanted him to ask, but she smiled anyway. It was still very touching that he wanted to know more about her.

She took the pot from him and began drying, giving his query some thought. Once the item was dry, she set it on the counter beside the draining rack. Then, Jeanne focused her eyes on him. “There were several reasons I made the decision.” Galen had placed a few cleaned items in the dish rack. She reached for another as she continued. “I guess one of the biggest reasons is my loyalty to the princesses. Thanks to both of them, ponies have a chance to lead happy prosperous lives. Becoming a guard is just a small way I hope to repay them for their kindness.”

Galen rinsed another small bowl and set it in the draining rack. He looked her way and sighed quietly. “That’s a very admirable reason. I’m sure the princesses are grateful to have a guard like you among their ranks.”

Jeanne blushed a little and waved a hoof. “Oh, I’m still quite new to the guard. I’m hardly anything special, but hopefully one day I can make them proud.”

Galen started cleaning a few of the large mixing spoons. “Jeanne, from what I’ve seen, you are special. Don’t sell yourself short, even if you’re new to the guard.”

“Aww, I don’t know…but it’s sweet that you think so,” Jeanne leaned closer to him, giving him a happy smile.

He gazed into her beautiful eyes, and nearly felt like he could become lost in their radiant beauty. Shaking his head, he returned his focus to the sink. “So, were there any other reasons you made your decision?”

The Pegasus nodded. “Yes. I know that not everyone can defend themselves, so I’m hoping that as guard I can protect my loved ones and just as importantly, those that cannot protect themselves.”

Galen whimpered softly to himself, almost fearful that she may he heard his muffled cry. It touched his heart to hear her noble sentiment. Jeanne seemed to share many ideals and values that he himself held dear.

She looked at him with concern in her eyes. Clearly she had heard his faint cry. “Are you okay?”

He bore her a cheery smile. “I’m fine. I just felt touched by your explanation. It’s very honorable that you want to protect others. I’m sure you’ll be a great guard, as long as you stay true to what you believe in.”

She chuckled faintly in more of a silent coo. Nearly every word Galen uttered just made her feel closer to him and more of a yearning to be with him. Even the simplest of his actions seemed to stoke the fires of her desire for him, despite any implications involved. At this point her curiosity and feelings for him were overriding everything.

In light of this new information, Galen couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to Jeanne as well. Not only was she one of the most beautiful Pegasus ponies he’d ever seen, but also she had a personality he could really relate to.

They shared some more lighthearted chatter as they finished cleaning the mess of dishes.

Once they wiped the counter down, Galen saw the lasagna was getting close to being done as he checked the timer. He placed the breadsticks in the oven, and then returned to Jeanne. “Would you care to help me set the table?”

“I’d love to.” She smiled gleefully, as she followed him into the next room.

Together, they covered the table with a lovely white cloth. Then, Jeanne and Galen set the plates, glasses, a pitcher of ice water and utensils placed by two of the chairs that sat side by side at the fairly sizable table, which could easily accommodate six guests.

Galen grinned to himself as he added the finishing touch. He set a pair of two blue stick candles, reasonably spaced on either side of a decorate centerpiece, comprised of various flowers tastefully arranged.

“That just about does it…oh, wait. Jeanne, would you go over there and get us some napkins, please?” He pointed to the counter in the kitchen where the napkins were sitting in their little wooden holder.

“Of course.” She spoke in a rather silky voice. Jeanne gave Galen a flirtatious look. It was clear she wasn’t overly experience in giving such a glance, but Galen enjoyed it anyway.

Then, as she waltzed over to the counter, he noticed her flipping her tail. She flipped it in such a way that Galen couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her marehood. He felt quite a rush as his eyes enjoyed the brief sight of her feminine curves. In a mere instance all the intense desires he’d been repressing for her came to the surface of his mind. Galen closed his eyes briefly, and allowed the heavenly sight of her to etch into his memory.

Shaking his head, he tried to continue composing himself as a gentleman, but with a very attractive and flirtatious mare in the room, that was going to be quite a challenge.

She returned to the table and set a small stack of napkins in between their place settings. Then she proceeded to playfully bump into Galen, hoping her gestures would be to his liking.

Jeanne managed to elicit an equally playful chuckle out of him, which was music to her ears. “Did you need me to get anything else?”

He shook his head, continuing to feel more than a little distracted by her recent actions. Clearly she was just as eager to move their relationship to the next level as he was, even thought it might seem a little soon in some ways. If anyone were to see them, they’d think the two were acting more like teenagers, rather than adults.

Galen cleared his throat. “No, I think that’ll do there’s still a little time till the lasagna and breadsticks will be ready. Unless, you want to start with the salad awhile?”

She smiled and nodded. “That’d be perfect. Why don’t I just go get it? We have everything else at the table.” Jeanne noted, heading toward the kitchen.

Galen followed her. “Wait up, I’ll get the salad dressing.”

Jeanne glanced back at him. “Okay.” She hummed to herself as she continued forward, with Galen walking close behind her.

The two were just about to the kitchen, when he saw her swish her tail again. Like before, he was unable to miss the flashes of her lovely crescent.

He enjoyed the sight once again, only this time he felt compelled to say something. “Jeanne, are you sure you want to swing your tail around like that?” His words were followed by a playful chuckle.

Jeanne looked back at him, her cheeks turned a little flushed, but she was more concerned with his reaction to her bold gesture.

Galen smiled, standing beside her, before he tenderly placed his hand on her shoulder. “Though, I have to say…I really liked what I saw.” He winked at her.

The blush on her cheeks remained but was now joined by a delighted smile. Jeanne was happy she took the gambit. Then, she gave him her best “come hither” look. “So, you enjoyed it?”

He rubbed her shoulder, offering her a rather enticing look of his own. “I really did. I’m glad to see you are feeling the same way.”

Jeanne placed her hoof on his forearm. “Of course I am. Mmm, I can hardly wait till later on…I really love the idea of being in bed with you.”

“Just resting?” He whispered, moving his hand to gently caress her soft cheek.

She shook her head. “No, hopefully it’ll be more…” Jeanne swallowed a little thickly, “If you’d be interested.” Jeanne gave him a slightly withdrawn look. She was trying not to be too forward, but didn’t want to keep beating around the bush either.

“Yes, I’m curious what it’d be like with a mare as captivating as you.” Galen continued smiling at her, while his fingers danced along her soft furry cheek.

Her blush deepened as she replied, “You do…I am…I uh…could you, maybe give me a preview? Please?”

Galen could hardly resist the adorable look on Jeanne’s face. To deny her would be unthinkable. He smiled and gave her a soft throaty chuckle. “A preview, huh?” He couldn’t resist teasing her just a little.

“Uh-huh.” She looked on at him, wondering what he was thinking.

His hand graced his chin briefly, and then, he gazed at her in a manner that made Jeanne feel like she could almost melt. She swallowed thickly again as she awaited his next response, filled with a mixture of curiosity, anxiety and desire.

“Please stand up on your hind legs and rest your hooves on my shoulders, just like last night.” His instructions were direct and commanding, just as they were refined and polite.

Jeanne happily did as he asked, standing on her hind legs, and then placing her front hooves along his firm shoulders. “Like this?” He nodded. “Then what did you…” Her words fell silent.

Galen placed his hand under her chin, gazing deep into her blue eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Jeanne, and just an amazing pony.”

“Galen.” Was all she could manage to reply, as she felt a strong heat roll across her face, while her cheeks continued to remain rosy. Her mouth hung open and she panted lightly, being held in the grip of an incredibly captivating sensation. She hoped with all her might that he’d at least kiss her.

Jeanne was all but ready to ask, when Galen finally leaned front, pressing his lips to her own. Just like the night before, she felt a rush of exhilaration from his kiss. She wrapped her hooves around his neck and pressed her lips harder against his. Jeanne moaned softly as she felt him push back and let out a soothing moan of his own. Galen placed his arms around her securely and pulled her close.

Her eyes joined his falling shut as the emotion of the moment continued to drive her wild with delight. Jeanne had kissed others before, but not when she felt so passionately about them. This was something entirely new to her, and it felt beyond wonderful. She almost wished they could take the kiss further, but she felt a wave of shyness at being any more forward that she’d already been.

Just as she feared the kiss was about to end, she noticed Galen’s tongue gently sweep across her lips. Had her eyes not been closed, they surely would have been bubbling with delight. Clearly, he was signaling her to join him in deepening their kiss. Happily, she opened her mouth, bidding him entry. She felt his tongue, which felt nothing like a stallion’s, reach inside her and gently caress her own tongue.

Gradually, Galen drew her out to where their lips had merged. There, Jeanne grew a little bolder and began sharing his passionate gesture. He was delighted by her boldness as their tongues started to share a sort of dance. They both breathed through their noses, not wanting this enrapturing kiss to end. It felt a little awkward but neither seemed to care as they both let out a series of muffled sighs and quiet moans. Their embrace strengthened as they savored the preview of wonders to come.

A few more seconds passed and finally they parted mouths, leaving them both to gasp softly. They remained close, holding each other in their caring grip. Jeanne smiled, gazing deep into his green eyes, while he stared right back into hers.

“That was…um…ooh, wonderful.” She smiled at Galen, rubbing her hoof along his shoulder.

He secured his grip around her shoulders, sharing her jubilant smile. “Hmmm.” Galen sighed as he swept the fingers of his left hand along her mane. “It really was something…hmm.”

Jeanne leered back at him, feeling her yearning for him grown, and from the way he had kissed her, she knew there was no more need for any awkwardness between them, Galen clearly felt the same.

The oven timer sounded before either one cold make another move. Galen looked to the kitchen. “Darn, we should probably get our dinner out of the oven.”

Jeanne giggled softly at him. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He chuckled at her, continuing to feel enthralled as he stroked her hair again. “We wouldn’t want it to burn, besides…we can always continue with this later.”

“Mmm, I’d like that.” She whispered ending in a delighted sigh.

Reluctantly, he released her and pulled away. His gait was a bit airy as he walked over to the oven. Placing on his protective mitts, Galen opened the oven and removed the pan filled with bubbling lasagna. Its aroma was even stronger now that it was being placed on the stove. He also recovered the breadsticks, setting them beside the main dish. Then, before removing his hand protection, he very cautiously pealed back the layer of aluminum foil.

Jeanne stood beside him as he unveiled the fruit of their labors. The top layer of cheese had melted beautifully and was still bubbling while the entire entrée lightly sizzled in the very hot baking dish.

She took in a deep breath. “Mmm, that smells delightful.”

“Wait till you taste it. For now, why don’t we start on the salad and give this just a few minutes to cool. It’s best eaten warm but it’s a little too hot to eat just yet.”

She nodded. “You’re right. I remember when my mom made her lasagna, it sometimes needed to sit for a little.” Jeanne turned to the salad. “I’ll fill our bowls, why you get the dressing?”

“Sure.” He chuckled happily, delighting her with his infectious good mood.

The two began with their salads, and didn’t really say much, but enjoyed their veggies, while exchanging affectionate glances.

Galen politely took their salad bowls and went to the kitchen. He first returned with the breadsticks, placed in a fancy basket. A few moments passed and he returned carrying the pan of lasagna. Setting it down on a pre-placed potholder, he took a knife and cut them each a piece. Then using a small pancake flipper, he set a piece on each of their plates.

Steam rose up from the hot food as Jeanne eyed it hungrily. Their pre-dinner activities had distracted her from the fact that she was quite hungry.

Galen sat beside her, and picked up his fork. “So, are you ready to try this?”

She smiled and gave him a nod. “I sure am. Mmm, it smells so tasty.”

He chuckled warmly as he cut a small piece with his fork. The cheese strung a little as he lifted the bite on his fork. Galen gently blew on the piece to help cool it. “Jeanne, open up.”

She felt a slight start. The Pegasus had always heard that some couples fed each other during romantic meals, but she never dreamed it would ever happen to her.

Jeanne smiled at him and then gladly opened her mouth. Galen smiled back, placing the morsel on her tongue. She bit down around the utensil and pulled the piece off the fork. He retracted it and watched as she began chewing.

Her eyes widened as the flavor of the cheeses blended with the pasta, sauce and seasonings, adding to her enjoyment of the first bite. “Mmm. Oh wow, that is delicious.”

Galen chuckled at her, happy that she was enjoying the main course. “I was hoping I prepared it correctly.”

Jeanne smiled over at him. “You did, and I’m glad I could help.”

“So am I.” He shared her joyful expression, then offered her another bite. “More?”

“Yes, please.” She giggled as she opened her mouth again. Galen couldn’t stop smiling as he fed her another bite of the warm cheesy lasagna.

Just as the first, Jeanne enjoyed the bursting flavor of the second morsel. “That is so good. How did you learn to cook like this?”

He laughed at her enthusiasm and was all too happy to answer her question. “Well, years of practice, and I learned a good deal from cooking with my mother.”

“Oh, you learned from you mom too?” Galen nodded. “Aww, that’s sweet. I remember you mentioned being close with your family.”

“Yeah, I did.” He replied, his expression falling a little.

Jeanne remembered that yesterday when she asked about his family, Galen had opted to switch the conversation. Rather than want him feeling uncomfortable, she had a clever idea. “Say, you haven’t tried any of this wonderful lasagna. Here, try some of mine.” She smiled as she carefully manipulated her fork in her right forehoof.

Galen watched as she sank the fork into her dinner and loaded a nice bite onto it. “You know, it amazes me how you ponies are able to hold things in your hooves without having hands or thumbs for that matter.”

She giggled softly at him. “It’s not hard, with a little practice. Now, open up.” Jeanne grinned playfully as she held the fork up to him.

Galen gave her a really big smile, then opened for her. She placed the fork in his mouth allowing him to bite down and enjoy his first taste of the main course. He chewed the piece several times allowing the harmonious blend of flavors to dance across his taste buds. The mild salty and creamy taste of the cheeses, the squishy texture of the pasta, followed by the tangy and tomato flavor of the sauce. Swallowing, he gave a nod of satisfaction. “Yum, you’re right that is delicious.”

She loaded the fork again and held it back up. “Then here, have some more.”

He chuckled and she giggled again. The two continued feeding each other flavorful bites of the lasagna, and also enjoyed the bounty of the breadsticks, periodically taking a refreshing sip of the cold water he’d poured into their glasses, back when they had set the table.

They didn’t share too much conversation, but that wasn’t the aim of this dinner. The two just wanted to enjoy being together again and without having any bothersome deadlines.

* * * * *

After Jeanne and Galen were done eating, they cleared the table, put away the leftovers and worked together washing the remaining dishes. Now that they had finished, the two walked out of the kitchen and made their way into the living room.

Galen turned to Jeanne and smiled. “Thank you for helping with the dishes and cleaning up. You really didn’t have to do that.”

She shook her head, and gave him a cheery look. “Maybe, but I was more than happy to help. So, what should we do now?

Galen spied the clock as they walked through the living room. “Well, it’s a little after nine. But, before I do anything, I should really get that shower. You don’t want to lay next to me when I start to reek.”

Jeanne smiled as she playfully bumped against him. “But you smell fine right now.”

He chuckled briefly, while they started down the short hallway. “That’s because I put on clean clothes, some deodorant…and a few dabs of my cologne. Otherwise, I’d be quite stinky.”

“Well, I can’t blame you for wanting to be clean, so go ahead.” Jeanne gave him her best sultry look and then she whispered, “Just don’t be too long.”

Galen enjoyed her saucy look and gave her a firm nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long. Heh-heh, I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” He said with a wink. Jeanne giggled at him as he led them into his bedroom. “Now, why don’t you relax on my bed and make yourself comfortable in the meantime.”

Jeanne eyed up his full-size bed. There were four plush pillows situated along the top, and they appeared to be in green pillowcases. She couldn’t make out the rest of the sheets as his bed was covered with a large tan blanket; nevertheless, it appeared very inviting to her. “Okay, I will,” she said in response.

Galen chuckled softly as he gathered some clean undergarments from his chestnut stained dresser. He walked over to where she was standing along the left side of the bed. “I’ll be out in a little bit.” Giving her a joyful look, he briefly kissed her lips.

She gazed at him happily. “I’ll be waiting.”

Galen walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Jeanne laid down on the bed, resting on her back. The blanket had a wonderfully soft texture to it. She let out a happy sigh as she started to partially sprawl. Glancing around, she saw the walls of his room were painted a soothing shade of medium blue. It wasn’t quite dark blue but it certainly wasn’t too bright either. Regardless, Jeanne enjoyed the color as it was bathed in the soft glow of the accompanying lamps on each nightstand.

She let her head sink into the pillows, not paying much heed to the other furnishings in Galen’s room. The dresser, shelves, and the door to his closet – none of it really seem to register. Jeanne was thrilled enough to be resting on Galen’s bed, knowing he would soon join her.

Jeanne turned her head and let out a dreamy sigh as she could just imagine what they might share in the minutes to come. It was then that she caught the whiff of a very familiar scent. Taking another deeper sniff, she realized it was the fragrance she came to know as his scent. It was a combination of his perspiration and deodorant with just a hint of his cologne. Jeanne noticed it on him whenever she visited him at the forge and when they were on their date yesterday.

The aroma began making her think intently of him as Jeanne turned onto her side facing the bathroom door, hoping she wouldn’t miss a glimpse of him as he entered the bedroom. The Pegasus flipped her tail straight out past her hind legs. Her eyes closed in response to the images of Galen present in her mind. Jeanne soon began fantasizing about him running his hands all across her body. She knew what his touch felt like in a few places, so she figured it couldn’t be too hard to imagine how his touch would feel elsewhere.

Her fantasy grew as she could almost feel his touch along her nether region. The idea of his touch along her hungering loins made her whimper out loud, while she was still alone in his room. Jeanne felt her body cry out for stimulation in response to her mental images and unending desire for him. Unable to deny her body’s request, Jeanne slowly trailed her right hoof down across her belly and beyond, arriving at her dampening marehood.

She heard the distant sound of the shower continuing to run, which allowed her to know it was safe to continue. Jeanne moaned very faintly as she began gently rubbing her moistening mound. “Ooh…Galen…” She sighed under her breath, while her hoof continued moving along her slit, lightly parting her delicate lips.

A few minutes had passed, and the door to the bathroom opened, Jeanne hadn’t even realized the running water had stopped. Galen stepped out clad in nothing but a white T-shift and a pair of matching briefs, feeling fresh and clean, and quite eager to return to his lady. His gaze was cast on the floor as he ventured into his room. “That was refreshing. I really needed that. I…” His speech dropped off, Galen noticed a faint whimper from Jeanne and what sounded like her gingerly moaning his name. Lifting his head, his eyes widen at the sight that met him. Jeanne was still there, lost in her fantasy and continuing to pleasure herself. “Jeanne?” Galen spoke in an incredulous tone, full of wonder, as he was unable to look away from the enticing sight before him. He felt a little awkward, but after hearing her speak his name, any lingering doubts he had about her desire for him fell to rest at that exact moment.

Her eyes slowly opened. Jeanne wasn’t sure if she had heard his voice or simply imagined it. Glancing up from the bed, she saw him standing there by the foot end. Her hoof froze and she pulled back against the bed. She hadn’t even realized she’d gotten so carried away. Jeanne’s cheeks turned bright red as she contemplated hopping off the bed and fleeing his room.

She swallowed hard, and managed to speak. “G-Galen…I…u-uh.” Jeanne was all but convinced she should get up and make a run for it, until she saw the look in his expressive green eyes. A wave of relief washed over her, at least he didn’t seem upset or overly embarrassed at what just happened.

Galen kneeled on the bed and made his way over to her. He made sure to give her some space, offering her a thoughtful smile. “I guess I kept you waiting too long.” Galen chuckled softly, continuing to give her a calming expression.

Jeanne lowered her head briefly and then returned his glance. “No, I just got carried away…but you don’t seem upset about it.”

“Should I be? I don’t think so.” Galen moved closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, moving it in a very caring fashion.

“You’re so kind and understanding, Galen. I have to confess, I’ve just been longing to know what your touch would feel like in…” Jeanne paused as her shyness began to reassert itself.

“In more intimate places?” He spoke quietly, continuing to caress her shoulder. Jeanne simply nodded. “Well then, my lady…my dear, Jeanne. Why don’t I make your fantasy a reality?”

Jeanne’s eyes widened at the thought. “Really?”

Galen nodded. “Of course. That’s why we’re in my room, isn’t it?” Again she nodded. He repositioned himself, moving closer to her. Galen reached his hand toward her chest and paused. “May I?” Jeanne nodded eagerly. He began running his hand along her furry chest, enjoying its velvety texture under his fingers. “I’ve been really wanting to spent some time alone with you, so we might share something like this…but I know from the past that it’s a bad idea to rush blindly into these things. And Jeanne, I don’t ever want to risk mistreating a mare as amazing as you.”

Jeanne couldn’t help but softly whimper from his endearing words. She smiled up at him while she remained on her back. Jeanne reached up her right hoof and placed it along his cloth-covered chest. “Galen.” She spoke softly as her hoof encircled his chest briefly.

He chuckled quietly at her as he reached over and darkened the lamp on the nightstand beside her, leaving only the pale glow of the other lamp on the opposite nightstand to light the room. Galen placed his right hand along her left cutie mark, remaining poised above her. He softly caressed her thigh and gave her a very affectionate look. “Jeanne.” Galen joined his lips to hers, sharing a wondrous exchange of their igniting passion.

She placed her hooves on his cheeks as their lips wrestled tenderly together, while his hands began roaming across her furry exterior. Muffled moans of pleasure attempted to flee Jeanne’s mouth, as Galen grazed his fingers along the soft feathers of her folded wings. He could feel her faintly tremble under his touch as their kiss continued.

Not wanting to be a horrible tease, Galen knew where she longed to be touched. He caressed her mane with his right hand, placing his left hand on her chest, where it began trailing down across her belly, slowly descending to the area just above her marehood. Jeanne felt a rush of exhilaration. His fingers were only a few inches from her crescent. The feeling of his tips drawing nearer to her curves caused her an intense feeling of arousal. One she couldn’t and didn’t even try to fight.

Their kissed ended at just the right moment. Jeanne let out a soft gasp as her wings began tingling profusely. She moaned gently as she felt the invigorating sensation of them rising up on their own, stretching out on end.

Galen chuckled quietly to himself – after all he was no stranger to wing behavior when a Pegasus became aroused. No longer wanting to deny her, Galen’s left hand glided down to her waiting curves. There, he tenderly ran his fingers along her folds. Jeanne lightly whimpered and let out a staggered moan as she felt his touch run along her. The sensation was unlike anything that she’d dared to imagine. The fact that his caress was so gentle only added to her pleasure.

He started running his fingers along her slit, feeling the dampness of her arousal coat his digits. He indulged in a savory glance at her gorgeous flower. Galen was quite amazed at how incredibly wet she was already as he continued touching her. A delighted smile formed on his face as he parted the delicate petals of her flower, and began softly stroking them with a few of his fingers, hoping his touch would be to her liking.

Jeanne tilted her head back, and let it sink deeper into the pillows as her breath began to deepen. She closed her eyes from the jolting ripples of pleasure that kept shooting up her back. The touch of his fingers felt beyond amazing. No hoof had ever felt that good caressing her down there. She let her head sway back and forth as he continued pleasuring her. Her eyes snapped open as she felt a jarring rush of bliss from the wondrous sensation of Galen sliding two fingers inside her. She let out a few more soothing moans of deepening ecstasy. Softly, she began to whimper as Galen started massaging her incredibly moist inner walls. She felt a warmth pool across her face as he continued touching her.

“Oh–oh. Galen, that feels…mmm incredible.”

“Better than you imagined?” He wondered.

“Mm-hmm.”

Galen chuckled quietly at her as he continued his tender fingering, adding some speed to his movements. He leaned up and planted an affectionate kiss on her neck, making her shudder in between moans. Galen enjoyed sharing a short kiss with her, before he pulled back. Wanting to add to her pleasure, he placed his right hand on her thigh and began rubbing his fingers along her leg.

Jeanne began to twitch and lightly squirm under his enrapturing touch. She laid there loving every passing second, feeling her body break out into a warm sweat, while her heart raced in her chest. Her breath continued to grow more labored as her level of bliss continued to rise. A heavenly tingling in her loins made Jeanne feel like she was all but melting from his touch.

She shivered as his free hand move from her leg to caress her silky blonde mane. Jeanne was really beginning to love the sweep of his fingers through her hair, but not as much as what the fingers of his left hand were doing. She managed to open her eyes through the haze of bliss and smiled at him. He smiled back, while his right hand remained along her mane. “Jeanne, you’re so beautiful.”

Her eyes feel back shut as she started to enjoy his touch even more. Letting go, she began to sigh and moan more frequently, but Jeanne wasn’t overly loud, which was quite to Galen’s liking. Her soothing moans did more for him than any amount of screams or overblown moans could ever do. In fact, since about the time her wings became erect, so had he. If Jeanne had her eyes open, she would most likely see he was pitching a tent in his underwear.

Keeping his focus on her, Galen adjusted the stroking of his fingers, giving some special attention to the roof of her marehood. His fingers ventured in a littler deeper, where he felt her walls momentarily clench around his fingers as she let go and moaned very pleasantly. “There…keep touching me…there…please.” Her all but moaned words were just what Galen wanted to hear. Focusing his touch where she politely requested, he added just a little more vigor to his flexing digits. Jeanne began all but rhythmically gasping as his touch made her feel hotter and hotter. She grunted briefly and let out an enraptured moan. Galen felt her squeeze around his fingers and then as he almost instinctively glanced down, he saw a mostly clear fluid squirt out of her. Jeanne moaned a few more times and let out two more, smaller, spurts of the rather viscous liquid, which joined the first coating his hand and fingers. To Galen’s delight, it appeared that Jeanne was a squirter.

She gasped and sighed, doing her best to regain her breath. Jeanne opened her eyes and glanced down at him, still softly panting for air. Her eyes widened briefly as she realized what she had inadvertently done. “Oh, Galen. I’m so sorry about that. I should have warned you that tends to happen to me a lot.” Her cheeks were still rather red as she placed a hoof on his shoulder.

He smiled up at her. “Don’t worry for a moment. It’s more than all right. In fact I really enjoyed it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.” Galen couldn’t help but notice the enticing scent of her fluid as it continued to coat his fingers. He chuckled warmly as he leaned down to nuzzle his cheek to hers. Then he whispered into her ear, “Hmm, your marehood has a wonderful scent, just like the rest of you.”

Jeanne shivered and as Galen pulled back, he could see her blush deepen. She gave him an adoring look. “I…I’m glad. But, I made a mess.”

Galen sighed and smiled at her affectionately. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing some tissues can’t fix…and I guess this means my touch was more than to your liking.” He chuckled warmly, reaching for some tissues.

Jeanne intercepted him, snagging him in her hooves. “It was…so much more than I ever imagined. Mmm…I loved it.” She giggled softly and playfully at him.

Galen grinned as he wiped his hand with the tissues, and then tossed them into the nearby waste bin. “I’m glad to hear it…Jeanne.” He placed his arms around her as they both laid on their sides and started sharing kiss after kiss, until their lips locked into a deeply passionate embrace.

Jeanne enjoyed the pleasant sensation of his lips against hers, and began marveling it even more as she felt Galen’s right hand gingerly sweep along her mane. She moaned softly, feeling her affections for him continue to grow, all while she felt a wonderful sensation in her loins. Jeanne let out a muffled sigh when she heard him moan softly from their ongoing kiss. She wanted to reciprocate, so Jeanne placed her hoof on his chest and began swirling it across the cottony fabric of his shirt.

Galen sighed, enjoying the tender motion of her hoof as it moved across him. He pressed his lips against her harder in response to his rising desire. Jeanne grew bolder in her attempts to return the favor. She slid the end of her limb down across his belly and beyond, where she bumped into a bulge in his underwear.

Their kiss ended and Jeanne glanced down and smiled happily. Her cheeks reddened again as she gave him a half-lidded gaze. “Oh my, how could I forget?” Galen didn’t speak, but rather he laid there listening to her. She giggled softly and gently rubbed her hoof against his crotch. “You happily tended to me, but now. Hmmm…I’d like to do the same for you.”

Galen smiled at her and chuckled playfully. “I’d really like that.”

“I’m sure.” She whispered, attempting to be seductive for him. “Now why not uncover yourself…for me.”

His smile grew as he replied with a simply nod. Galen removed his T-shirt, uncovering his moderately hairy chest, and then tossed the shirt to the floor. His eyes returned to her as he placed his thumbs under the elastic of his underwear. Carefully, he lowered them in the front, allowing his manhood to stand freely. Jeanne indulged a lengthy stare at his member for the first time. An expression of silent awe crept up on her face. She had been wondering what a human male’s genitalia looked like.

She leaned over to his ear and whispered, “Do like I did…and lay on your back.”

“All right,” he smiled, laying on his back and taking in a deep anticipatory breath.

Jeanne glanced down at him and shared his charming smile. Her eyes trailed back down to his spiring masculinity. She couldn’t get over how similar and yet how different a human’s member was from that of a stallion’s. Either way, she found it quite captivating as she gently touched her hoof along the head of his manhood. From there, she slowly moved her hoof along his length enjoying the smooth texture of his skin.

Galen moaned softly from the heavenly sensation of her hoof’s velvety fur rubbing against him. He may not have said it or given it endless thought, but Galen had been longing to know what her touch would feel like on him. He let out a short gasp as her hoof moved to the even smoother underside of his spire. Galen almost felt like letting go right then and there, but he was easily able to fight back the urge, besides he so wanted to savor her touch for a while longer.

He gave her a very affectionate look as she continued stroking him. “Mmm, Jeanne…your hoof feels so soothing.”

She giggled at his kind reaction to her caring touch. Jeanne may not have had a lot of experience, but she wasn’t completely clueless, and was grateful that he seemed to have similar sensitive spots on his member, much like those of a stallion.

Feeling even bolder, Jeanne leaned down and kissed Galen, drawing him into another passionate kiss. She moaned softly for him, eliciting equally pleasant sounds from him. She wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he made her feel, so Jeanne placed her left hoof on his bare chest and rubbed it against him, adding to his pleasure

Their kiss broke and Galen let his head drift back into the pillows. The addition of her other hoof on his chest was amazing. It made him realize it’d been too long since he was last with a mare. He felt a slight start and let out a few pleasant moans in response to Jeanne stroking him faster. Her hoof vigorously ran along his smooth length, driving him wilder and wilder from her gentle touch.

Galen began to breath deeper and more rapidly, while he started to notice a strong tingling in his erogenous zone. He looked up at her and hooked his hand around her neck, pulling her down to share another kiss.

Jeanne’s hoof continued rubbing against him as she joined him in closing her eyes during their kiss. Just like before, she moaned quietly. Her sweet sounds only seemed to make him feel hotter for her as he felt himself near the point of no return.

Their mouths parted, and Galen drew in needed gasps of air. He moaned softly and more frequently as his breath continued to grow more rapid. Jeanne smiled as seductively as she could, knowing he must be getting close.

A few more seconds passed and Galen could hold back no more, her delightful touch suddenly caused him to feel a jolting wave of pleasure as he broke out into a lengthy and blissful moan. Jeanne looked down in time to see his manhood burst forth with several shots of his warm seed. She felt some of it graze her hoof with its fleeting warmth and gooey texture. Her smile grew as she looked up and saw the exhausted, yet satisfied expression on Galen’s face.

His violent gasps for air began to calm after several moments passed. Jeanne looked at him as he reached for her left hoof and clutched it in his right hand. “Hmmm…Jeanne, that was great.”

She giggled back at him. “I was just trying to return the favor, to someone very special.”

Galen chuckled back at her and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the box of tissues. He was still lightly huffing for breath. “I’d better…c-clean up.”

Jeanne shook her head. “Uh-uh. Allow me, if you don’t mind?”

He shook his head. “No, not at all.”

She clipped several tissues and delicately cleaned him and then her hoof. “There we go.” Jeanne smiled as she tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can. Before she could make another move, Jeanne paused and shuddered from a sudden wave of pleasure. She discovered that Galen was using a few tissues to dry her still rather wet fruit. His touch felt so captivating and pleasant. She happily moaned from the inviting sensation.

He retracted his hand. “There, I hope I wasn’t out of line. But I realized…I never helped you clean up.”

She giggled. “Yeah, but your hand was messed up more than me.” Jeanne grinned at him in a playful and slightly sheepish manner.

Galen tossed the tissues and set the box back on the stand. Then, he placed his arm around her shoulder. “Come over here.”

She batted her eyes at him, sliding closer. “Okay, here I am. So, what do you want to do with me now?” Jeanne giggled softly staring into his eyes.

Galen sighed as he stared right back into her eyes. “Would you care to cuddle, before we call it a night?”

Jeanne closed her eyes and smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Hang on a sec. If you would, help me push the covers back, that way we can slide under them without having to get up.”

“Sure.” Jeanne reached up and joined Galen in pulling down the sheet and blankets so they could make their way under them. It took a little effort, but in a few moments, the two had made their way beneath the sheets.

Galen pulled the covers over them, and made sure she had a fair portion. “There we are. Comfy?”

She nodded and giggled again. “Uh-huh. Mmmm, come here, Galen.”

He chuckled playfully as he slid closer to her. “Here I am, Jeanne.” Galen placed his arms around her again and drew her close.

She gently placed her hooves along his chest as they began nuzzling their cheeks together. “Ooh…this is nice.”

“Yeah.” Galen sighed contently as he nuzzled her back, and moved his hand to gently caress her mane.

After cuddling for a few minutes, they both began to yawn. Galen stretched a little and then secured his arms around her. “I think I’m going to sleep great tonight.”

“Me too.” Jeanne let out another cute little yawn and let her head sink into the pillow, breathing the fresh clean scent of his hair into her nose. “You smell nice.”

He chuckled weakly. “That’s my shampoo,” he mumbled. “But…I think you smell nicer.”

“That would be my lilac perfume.” She replied weakly.

The room grew silent, save only for their collective breathing. Galen and Jeanne had fallen under slumber’s welcoming veil, now that another memorable date had come to an end.

Author's Note

I'm so sorry this was so delayed. I was hoping to have this posted months ago. Winter took its toll on me as did a number of personal matters. But, now that spring has returned, I will be able to get back back on track. And note that if I'm not satisfied with the quality of my work, I'll delay it before I risk posting anything that feels rushed. Thank you all so very much for your patience. It's appreciated.

I hope you enjoyed this new installment of Jeanne's story. And let me assure you, it's only just beginning. There is so much more to come. So if this chapter didn't quite measure, up, I think you'll find developments in the next chapter to be most intriguing.

• Jaydex