Sweetie Belle sighed happily as she leaned back in her chair after enjoying a four star meal at one of Ponyville's best fancy restaurants.

"I have to admit, it wasn't as great as noodles, but it sure was good. Did you like it, Sweetie?" Spike asked, finishing up his own meal.

Sweetie smiled like a happy cat after eating a pound of fresh salmon.

"It was sooooooo……," she drifted off as a wave of contentment washed over her.

Spike only smiled and laughed softly.

"Your bill, sir," the waiter said in a snobbish tone as he dropped the check in front of Spike.

Spike looked the piece of paper over once and had a minor heart palpitation. Sweetie took notice of his state and looked to him with a bit of regret. Had she overstepped this time? And, would he get mad if she had? She waited, scanning his reactions.

"Well, now I know why the prices weren't listed," he chuckled, breathing a wisp of fire and producing a modest sized bag of bits.

"I-I can help you pay for it, Spike," she spoke up.

"Nah, one of the perks of working as a princess's assistant is that ya get a decent allowance," he explained with a smile.

Sweetie rested her head on her fore hooves, staring at him like he was the greatest ever. Rarity had missed out on snagging Spike when she had the chance, and not because he had some bits to throw around.

Guys like Spike were few and far between. He was caring, sincere, genuine, and he always put Sweetie first, for the most part.

"I really don't mind. At least let me pay for my half," she offered, but Spike just waved a claw in the air, flashing her a determined stare.

"Sweetie, I'm the guy, and the guy always pays," he stated matter-o-factly.

Sweetie was touched, but his words sank in and hit a nerve within Sweetie.

"Is that so? Are you saying that because I'm a girl, that I make less than you and there for can't pay for lunch?" She asked like a courtroom prosecutor.

"No no, that's not it. It's uh, just that…somepony told me that it wasn't proper for the guy not to pay."

Sweetie had a very good idea of who told him that. Sometimes Spike could be to good for his own good, so, Sweetie had to take it upon herself from time to time to make sure he didn't go too far in his "boyfriend dragon code", which he made sure to tell her about regularly.

"Besides, I owed you, remember?"

Sweetie felt her heart flutter. She smiled at the dragon, extending one of her hind hooves under the table and using it to rub one of his stubby legs. Spike perked up at the gentle sensation of her hoof tickling his leg. He blushed such a shade of red that one might think that he just got out of a lava pit, a sight that made Sweetie squee internally.

He was so cute when she teased him in public. Spike was easily flustered, to Sweetie's great glee. Many times she enjoyed batting at him with her tail, turning her head over her shoulder to shoot him a sexy glance. Every time he rewarded her by blushing and sweating like he had just seen a horde of gems.

Playing hoofsey under the table probably wouldn't excite someone else as much as it excited Spike, which is what she enjoyed most about teasing him.

"Eh-hem! Will you and madam be staying for another course, sir?"

Spike sputtered like he was choking as the waiter broke him from his under table distraction. He looked to the pony in the suit and bow tie, smirking to the big snob.

"Not at these prices," he said sarcastically. He got up and extended his claw to Sweetie.

"Come, my dear. Let us adjourn to more polite settings," he said to Sweetie in a mock snooty tone.

Sweetie giggled, putting her hoof in his claw and rising from her seat daintily.

"Why that sounds lovely, my good gentledrake," she replied with the same tone.

The waited rolled his eyes as he watched the couple laugh while leaving the restaurant. Sweetie's laughter was ended not long after leaving and stepping out into Ponyville. Ponies out and about would stop and look at them like they were watching a hydra walk by.

Now, everypony in town knew Spike, or at the very least were familiar of him, but seeing him with a teen mare raised some suspicions. Sweetie had heard what some of them said when they thought no one was listening.

Spreading rumors that he was only with her because he was planning to eat her. Now, to be fair, Sweetie did plan to be "eaten" by Spike in the future, but not in the same way as everypony was thinking.

Sweetie swished her tail, blushing and giggling softly at the naughty idea.

"You ok, Sweetie? Your face is red, you feeling alright?"

Sweetie looked up at Spike's concerned face. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into the crook of his arm, wrapping her forelegs around his scaly arm, she wanted to she everypony how much she loved him, while Spike smiled bashfully.

"I am just fine, my wonderful Spikles."

Spike was about to feel more embarrassed, when something bumped into his stomach, stoping both him and Sweetie in their tracks. Spike looked down to see a grey teen mare adjusting her glasses after her run in with the larger dragon.

"Oh, excuse me, uh, Silver Spoon?"

Sweetie perked up at the sight of her classmate.

"Oh, excuse me you two, new glasses, still getting use to them." She explained. Sweetie Bell cheered like a filly, throwing her hooves around the earth pony.

Silver Spoon cringed on the inside, but kept herself from gagging. Spike could see that Sweetie was excited to see Silver Spoon, he just didn't know why. Back in the day, Sweetie and the other crusaders couldn't stand her and Diamond Tiara.

Things change, he thought to himself.

"It's so nice to see you, Silver. What brings you out today?" Sweetie asked cheerfully.

Silver Spoon stepped away from her nemesis, flipping her mane and fluttering her lashes at the tall dragon.

"Actually, I came to talk to you Mr. ……..um."

Spike frowned.

"Spike…remember?"

Silver Spoon tilted her head in confusion. Sure they hadn't officially met before, but surly she knew who he was.

"Uh, huh. Spike, I have a proposition for you, if you're interested."

Spike scratched his stomach, looking to Sweetie, who was smiling as she sat next to him.

"Um, ok, what is it?"

Silver Spoon raised a fore hoof giving him a sultry look over the top of her glasses.

"Well, you see, my mother needs some repairs made to the roof of our guest mansion, and I was wondering if you might like to take the job."

Spike listened to her request, feeling a little confused and awkward. First off, they have a mansion for guests? Secondly, why would she choose him and not some big contractor? If they were rich, then they could surly afford such a small job.

"Can I ask why me?"

Silver Spoon had to think quick for an excuse. She had to get him over to her house for her plan to start.

"Well, uhhhh, it's your claws! Ya! Surly the job would be easy for you having those claws instead of hooves, right?"

Spike couldn't deny that fact. Rarity saw him as an asset because of his ability to grab and hold without magic. He was about to say something else, when Sweetie Bell stepped between him and Silver Spoon.

"Absolutely not!" She cut in.

Silver Spoon cursed internally, seeing her plan start falling to ruin. Sweetie turned and looked to spike with genuine worry.

"I can't stand the idea of him possibly falling and getting hurt," she stated, nuzzling against his stomach.

"Just thinking about it makes me sick with worry."

Silver Spoon gaged internally at the sappy affections. Luckily, she knew something that would change his mind.

"My mother is willing to pay handsomely, you know."

Spike did perk up, but not at the prospect of money for himself. He took notice of how happy Sweetie had looked after having dinner at a nice place. He conjured ideas of taking her to a show tunes show or whatever. Maybe he could even buy her a nice piece of jewelry. Since they had started dating, he hadn't given Sweetie anything as nice as the fire ruby he had given to Rarity years earlier.

He swooned mentally at the dreamy sight of Sweetie wearing a beautiful diamond necklace. Diamonds always made her sparkle even brighter. He put his claw on Sweetie's shoulder, drawing her attention.

"I'll be ok, Sweetie. It's not like I haven't been in greater danger before, and, to be honest, a little extra money wouldn't hurt."

Sweetie frowned inwardly. She had the nagging feeling that she had a hoof in his need for extra cash, and now he was going to be at risk because of her. She remembered something her mom had told her.

"Stallions will do what they will, regardless of the worries that their marefriends have."

Sweetie didn't want to stand in the way of what he felt he had to do.

"Well…alright. But you have to promise me you'll be careful, ok?"

Spike gave her her favorite goofy grin, causing most of her worry to vanish.

"No worries, I'm not your average dragon after all."

Silver Spoon chuckled on the inside. Once she had the big oaf alone at her house, it would be quick work for her to seduce him, and then she would bath in Sweetie Bell's tears.

"Wonderful! Be at my house the day after tomorrow at noon."

"Should I bring any tools?" He asked her.

"Tools? Oh! No, don't worry about those. Just don't be late," she warned.

"I'll be there, scaly tailed and bright eyed," Spike said cheerfully.

"Ya ya, whatever," Silver Spoon said as she rolled her eyes and started walking away.

Spike walked Sweetie back home. The two stood at the entry, Sweetie waiting eagerly for her good bye kiss.

"I had a wonderful time today," she purred to Spike.

"I did too, can I stop by before that job at Silver's?"

"You better come by and see me. M-maybe I could make you some lunch?" She asked, feeling nervous.

"I'd love that," he beamed, to Sweetie's joy.

"Ok, I'll have it ready when you get here."

A moment of silence fell into place, until Sweetie motioned for him to come closer with a hoof.

Spike placed his claws on her shoulders, feeling fuzzy on the inside when she shifted a little in his grasp. She felt so small to him sometimes, yet he found great strength from her.

Their eyes closed as their lips met. Sweetie tasted like sweet cherries, while to Sweetie, Spike tasted of gems and his slightly sour sweat. Her right hind leg lifted of its own accord as she leaned into his kiss. Spike ran his claws through her silken mane, revealing in the softness of it between his claws.

There wasn't any tongue, they both just enjoyed the feeling of gently kissing one another.

Spike broke the kiss. Despite it not being a Prench kiss, there was still a small trail of saliva from Sweetie's mouth watering.

"I love you, Sweetie Bell," he whispered softly to her, gazing into her glossy eyes.

Sweetie always swooned when he said those three words like like while looking right at her. It was almost like Spike had magically placed butterflies into her tummy.

"I-I love you too, Spikey," she replied, feeling embarrassed from the glow that was evident on her cheeks.

Sweetie turned to go inside, swaying her flanks and giving him a sultry glance over her shoulder.

Spike now lay on his bed in his room back at the Castle of Friendship. He felt a stirring in his loins, grateful that he had his own room now. He closed his eyes and grasped his dragon hood. In the past, the object of his lust was primarily aimed at Rarity, but now when he closed his eyes all he saw was Sweetie.

The teen mare and all her curves and giggles, and glances, and kisses. The smallness of her soft tongue, and the little sounds she made when he kissed her just right. Now he had something new to think about when he was alone. He had almost rounded second base. His claw just barely entered her sweet flower.
He brought the claw to his nose, and soon after into his mouth.

He envisioned Sweetie in his mind, laying on his bed and begging for him to have her.

Sweetie plopped down on her bed and started rolling left and right, filled to the brim with joy after her date with her dragon boyfriend. She laid on her back looking to the box she kept that was full of all the little things he had given her since they started dating.

Inside was a heart made out of clay and painted red. She also had a necklace made from colored macaroni, a stack of cheesy poems he wrote for her, and a candle that sat atop a cup cake he gave her on her birthday two months ago. All priceless treasures to Sweetie.

Without thinking, she grabbed a pillow and placed it between her hind legs, sighing gently from the stimulation.

"Spike~!" She gasped.

Author's Note

Cant wait to get started on the next chapter, keep watching ;)