A Love as Steady as Stone

Chapter 5: Limestone went a courtin’

The Howler had came and went, and Aaron was a little afraid that Igneous and Cloudy would be a bit more angry about the fact that Limestone had nearly taken that next step in what was now a beginning to bud romance. Instead the two of them were a little friendlier toward him. That, in and of itself, seemed odd to him. Limestone was his first real girl, or marefriend rather, that he’d ever really had. He’d heard stories about how parents would be upset about a boy dating their daughter, taking advantage of her, and he’d almost expected that from the two of them.

Instead they were treating him more like a son. He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about that. He wasn’t upset about the lack of them being upset, but at the same time it felt, odd. So, on this morning he once again got up early, considering everything that was happening, had happened, and as far as he could tell would continue to happen, and walked toward the kitchen. Once inside he spotted Limestone building a fire in the stove, and beside her was a collection of breakfast foods.

He knew she was an early riser, he’d seen the evidence of that, but he’d never seen her beat him to the kitchen before. Her clothing was a little more sparse than he thought it should, or would be. She was wearing a faded old AC/DC t-shirt they had found in the general store, and it seemed to stretch down quite a ways just past the waist panty line, but her tail was keeping it from completely covering her firm ass.

He looked at her panties. Like the shirt they had found several packages of undergarments that had been left behind when the last person left in this town either left or passed. They were hipsters, riding up on her, showing off the curve of her bottom, and he hated to admit that he was staring a bit more than he felt was appropriate to. It wasn’t that it felt wrong, not exactly, but he almost felt like he was trying to take advantage of her without her knowing.

He didn’t dare to make a sound. Not because he was afraid. No, since they had decided to build on what they felt toward each other he had began to learn that she was much more feminine than she appeared. Getting past her pragmatic, and rough, outer personality he began to learn that she was someone, or somepony rather, that was soft and sensitive. They’d had a few quiet dinners together, time alone that they’ve spent without working, without doing anything than just being together.

During that time she was certainly more than happy to lean against him, and while she hadn’t proceeded to undress and practically attempt to claim him, again, she was being far more tactile. He moved, as silently as the old floor would allow him, and tried to near the stove.

“I’m fixing breakfast this morning. Usually you beat mom to it, but I wanted to beat you to it.”

He sighed, feeling a little off that he wasn’t able to directly help with the meal. Instead he watched as she began to mix the powdered eggs, and he could smell the scent of maple flavored oatmeal. The breakfast would be something filling, providing the needed fuel for the day, and would have a pleasant enough taste to not be offputting.

Limestone looked over her shoulder at him, watching as he settled down into a chair. She could see how uncomfortable he was with somepony else preparing breakfast. It reminded her a good deal of her mother, and how Cloudy Quartz seemed to be a uncomfortable about not being able to prepare breakfast for them all. In truth she thought that Aaron’s early rising and preparing breakfast had been a much needed relief to her mother.

She had noticed that while Cloudy Quartz did often mention that she would have gladly fixed the meal to break the fast, her mother’s style of speech not her own, that her mother did get to do something she hadn’t got to do while Limestone was growing up. She got to eat a hot breakfast with her family. Each day they’d been here the entire Pie Family got to eat together, and there was no rushing off to work the mines directly afterwards. Oh, her father, Aaron, and herself went and worked on the town, but that was it.

She had long since realized that while she missed home, this place had been good to them so far. Good enough that she was willing to call this place home, and right now she was making breakfast for the stallion she was interested in. Her heart fluttered a little as she considered that. She was making breakfast for the stallion she wanted to claim, she was following her mother’s example. She looked over her shoulder again, and she caught him trying not to look again.

He wasn’t shy, not really, or at least not like Marble her sister was. No, this was more like he was almost playing a game of trying not to look at what he obviously wanted to look at. Part of her thought this was all kinds of stupid. When it came to Earth Ponies the courtship was simple. You liked each other, you courted for a bit, add in the choosing stone, and then marriage and foals came next.

But Pinkie had said that some Unicorns were like this. Not the real snobby ones that lived in the capital, but the ones that lived in small towns acted like that. Trying desperately hard to both look, and not look, at what a mare had to offer. It just confirmed that he was indeed somewhat like an Unicorn when it came to courting. She finished the breakfast, put the oatcakes she made from the oatmeal on one platter, the powdered eggs on another, and then walked toward the table and him.

She carefully put them down, grabbed the plates, rang the meal bell, and then began to scoop out the breakfast on all of the plates. Her mother was the first down, and she stopped when she saw what was going on. A warm smile crossed her face, and she took a seat near the end that Igneous usually sat at. She looked at Aaron, and the warm smile hadn’t left her face. Instead it had only gotten brighter. He could practically feel her glowing with maternal pride. She’d been acting more motherly toward him, and recently, within the last few weeks she had began to call him by his name instead of young sir, or young master. It had taken loading some reading material into a cheap tablet he had brought out to get what the master thing was about.

They weren’t calling him a master like he owned them, but rather it was a formal term used for a young man. Typically used by servants in a home. He didn’t want them to think that they were servants, because to him they weren’t. They were as welcomed here as if they had been the ones that invited him in. He enjoyed having them say his name, he did, and while he was certainly glad that they weren’t mad about what almost happened, he wondered if they would be upset about the thoughts he’d been having.

Thoughts about their daughter, nude, bent over his bed, begging him to not stop, and he stopped that line of thought right there. He heard more hooves, noticed both Igneous and Marble walking down to the table, and once a quick word of grace was said the group of them began to eat together. He felt Limestone next to him, her body warm, exceptionally so today, and his hand found her own. She looked toward him, her eyes shining for a moment before she settled herself.

The breakfast was a good one, and Aaron felt better having a full belly. There was still work to do, but the consensus was that today would be a good day to keep it light. Igneous had said that if they felt up to it his evening they would check the state of the mine. Like his daughter he felt the presence of various precious minerals, gems, and even some veins of silver beneath their hooves. With that the group began to leave the table, and Aaron headed upstairs. He heard the sound of someone following, and looked back to see Limestone a few steps behind him. There was little he questioned about it. Her room was up here as well. He walked into his room and he thought about what Igneous had said. He decided that he didn’t want to question how he was able to feel it, but instead he went along with it being one of those strange things that they could do and left it at that. So, that left him with the question of what would be on the agenda for today.

He stood in front of his door, hand hand on the handle, and he turned toward the hall. He looked at Limestone who was stealing glances at him now, and the obvious idea came to him in a flash. He certainly wanted to start to move things. Before he had been serious, they knew each other, but he wasn’t sure that they were really that close. The last few weeks had changed that. He felt closer to her, the dinners they shared alone, the time they went for walks, sitting on the roof and looking at the stars, and just all of it together had led him to learn more about this wonderful mare.

He walked toward her, his palms sweaty as he considered what he was going to ask, and breathed out evenly. He wanted this to be perfect, and every single thing he started to think to say just sounded cheesy and corny. He took her hand, again, and the two of them looked at each other. He tried to think of what to say, of what would be a good suggestion, but instead he went with what he felt. His body moved toward hers, his lips touched hers, and in that moment he felt her hand leave his own, her arm moved to snake around his neck, and was followed by the other. Her lips opened, demanding that his follow suit, and soon the kiss, which started as sweet, became passionate.

She broke it first, her eyes blinking, need rising in them, and she let out a shuddering breath.

“Finally, idiot.”

She reached for his door, opening it, and she practically dragged him into the room. The door closed quickly, latching with the loudness he’d come to expect from the antique door itself. He watched as her top came off, revealing the generous, but pert, breasts she had. He watched as she pulled her panties down, and then stepped out of them. The musk coming from her was hard to miss.

He’d heard that girls like fore play, that they enjoyed being cuddled and told they were loved. Limestone seemed to disagree with that notion. As quickly as she undressed her time undressing him was a fair sight quicker. The jeans he was wearing seemed to be missing a button as she stripped them off of him, something that was no easy feat, and then he felt his other clothes follow suit. Soon he was on the bed, looking up at her, her face full of longing, of desire, and she crawled on top. She positioned herself, ready for what was to come, and then… then she waited. He felt the heat rolling off of her, she felt like a furnace, and he looked into her eyes.

She began to back off, she looked timid, and that bothered him. Limestone was someone that was never timid. He touched her and she didn’t push him away, instead she drew him up close.

“Not like this,” she breathed, “Not my first time.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure why he was relieved, but he was.

“I know usually when we’re doing things you lead, so, how about I start us off, and you tell me if you like it or not?”

She nodded, smiled, and he laid her on the bed.

Author's Note

(And so it begins... One does wonder, how is Igneous and Cloudy going to take this?)