Language of Love

In a small room, in a zooming sleeper train, two ponies sat at the same spot of a little seat. One was a mare who was reading a book, gazing from line to line. And the other one was a stallion, stirring carefully his coffee, and sip it little by little. The stallion put back his empty mug in the sink and faced at his beloved mare. He proceeded towards her and hugged her from behind.

"Mi vida, do you need anything?" Neighsay asked her.

"Just a coffee will help." Tempest pecked his cheek.

"Alright." he replied. He got a little sugar and milk from the bag, and started to sprinkle the sugar in the drink. He looked at his busy marefriend, whose head was stuck in her book. He adored how her eyes just lovingly looked at the book, propped in her own hooves. He continued to stir her coffee and gave it a soft blow. He approached to Tempest, carrying the mug. He put it in the table in front Tempest.

"Thank you, Neighsay." she said kindly.

"No problem, and be careful, it's ho-"

"I mean, thank you for accompanying me. I am not used to being alone in private rooms in a sleeper train." Tempest said. "Glad you're here."

"You're welcome, besides, I don't want you leaving me." Neighsay anxiously said. Tempest lowered her head and kissed his muzzle.

"Aww..." she said in awe. She took a blanket and covered Neighsay's body. "You must've been cold after hours, if I'm not mistaken." she said. Neighsay looked at her and sat beside her.

"You're right." Neighsay chuckled. "You really are a mind reader, aren't you?" Neighsay said as he rests his head in Tempest's mohawk. He sniffed her hair, and along came a scent of cinnamon. Tempest observed his next moves, and slightly tilted her body. Neighsay gets sensitive right away, whether a problem is tiny or gigantic. He quickly wrapped Tempest body with his hooves in fear.

"Now that's...what I like." Tempest smirked.

"You scared me!" Neighsay said.

"I know, and I meant it." Tempest said. "You scaredy-colt...". She then let Neighsay rest in her back, while she was sipping the coffee Neighsay prepared for her. When she was finished, she left Neighsay resting on an area in the floor. She put there a thick blanket and a long, thick pillow. She wanted to let him rest for sometime.

Neighsay suddenly woke up after 30 minutes. "Tempest..."

"Yes?"

"You will be sleeping in the couch and I'll sleep beside you on the floor."

Tempest then had a flushed face hitting her. "Sleeping in this room!? There's already a bed room, why don't we sleep there!?" Tempest said. Neighsay then turned to her slowly, and he then gave her a smirk. "Shoot, did I say something flirty!?" Tempest said to herself.

He then went in front of her, still with the smirk. "Go ahead.". She then followed his order. She went to the bedroom that is measured almost half of their cart. When she opened it, the bedroom was crusty, musty, and dirty. She wanted to clean things up, but suddenly something caught her attention. There was a ball of fur moving under the bed. She the bowed her head down, and was a bunch of rats. She jumped in fear, got out of the room, and immediately shut the door.

"Why you didn't say anything about those bug-brats living in there!?" Tempest furiously said

"Well, you didn't asked, so I just let you there."

"That's it. Whoever is the owner of this train, is no good pony. Why would they leave rats in a bedroom!?"

"That's why I told you to sleep in the couch and I'll be in the floor." Neighsay said.

"Can I just sleep with you in the floor?" Tempest cutely asked. Neighsay then raised an eyebrow at her. "Please?" she asked.

"Fine." Neighsay said. They approach to the bed Tempest setted up earlier. Tempest went in first and Neighsay then covered her in a blanket.

"What about you? Aren't you tired?"

"After you..." Neighsay said as he winked. Tempest felt strange, because Neighsay was acting differently. Neighsay has a calm voice, and sweet smiling, and for now, he has a joyful voice and his smile is now a smirk. "But if you want company, I guess..." he added, as he went down and just sat there, petting her. Tempest was shocked.

Neighsay never pat her. He went from the her forehead to back. He felt the soft texture of her thick mohawk. Tempest then got a pillow beside her hugged it, hiding her blush and smile away from the stallion who loved and comfort her in this type. Not only she felt a great massage, but also a feeling this was just the beginning.

"Accept this as an expression of my love." Neighsay said. Tempest then blushed harder. Neighsay got their chemistry up to the next level and spoke in flirting way. Neighsay then stopped rubbing her head and his head went near to the back of hers. He then pressed his muzzle into her mohawk.

He then sniffed her mohawk, and Tempest buried her face into the pillow. She felt tingling in all parts of her body. Neighsay then lied down beside her and continued the procedure. Tempest giggled, as she nuzzled the pillow she was hugging. Neighsay then snuck into her pillow, and kissed her ear lightly.

"Neighsay..."

"Yes, my moth?"

"Would you mind...giving me a back scratch?"

"As you wish, my moth..." Neighsay said.

"Wait..." Tempest said. She stood up in front of Neighsay, and Neighsay did as well.

"Tempest, is there anything wrong? I'm sorry if I was-"

"I said wait." Tempest chuckled. She then looked at her poncho and scarf, and a brooch that Neighsay gave a few months ago. She then took a deep breath and carefully removed her brooch. With that, her poncho fell behind her hind legs. She then raised her hoof and took of her scarf.

She still remained with a black tunic. She put her removed clothing beside the bed. Neighsay then took a few steps forward to her, and caressed her cheek. He put his hooves around her neck and pushed her down, and put her back in bed. Tempest was now leaning in the bed in her front torso.

Neighsay put back her blanket up to her flanks. He knew she was getting comfy, because of how Tempest was looking at him with cute wingding eyes. He then slowly reached his hoof to her back, and gently massage it before scratching. Tempest was relaxed from the massage, that she didn't noticed she purred. Neighsay was the only one who noticed, and he, of course, noticed her cat purring.

"Did I just hear you...purr?" Neighsay said, glancing at Tempest from the back.

"Uh...no way..." Tempest said, stuttering nervously. Neighsay then slowly rubbed her back, from a massage, to back scratch. Tempest's eyes then widened in shock. She slowly wag her tail in pleasure. One thing Neighsay was seeing is just what he wanted, and it was Tempest enjoying his company.

"Neighsay...keep going...that's the spot..." Tempest purred. Neighsay exhaled and put his free hoof against her chest. He started massaging it, and Tempest kept making purring sounds. Tempest is officially Neighsay's kitten. He put his muzzle against her mohawk and sniffed it again.

Not like before, Tempest stayed calm, and exhaled in pleasure. She then rest her head in bed, and tried to sleep. Neighsay saw her and circled around the bed. He then took half of the blanket, and lied down with Tempest.

Tempest then opened her eyes to the napping stallion, and everything was going smoothly...as she planned. She took off her tunic and put it aside. All she nees to do was the same thing Neighsay did earlier. Instead of sniffing the hair, she will be massaging his chin, including his goatee, and instead of back scratching, she will be nibbling his floppy ears.

Neighsay heard her hoof clatters, but didn't mind at all. It was good for Tempest, since this was a "surprise". She gently held Neighsay's head, and gently bit his floppy ears. Neighsay seethed as he felt Tempest's teeth. He opened his eyes, and he then was looking at Tempest's horn stump.

She knows that Neighsay was awake, so she stopped the ear nibbling and her hoof proceeded approaching to his chin. She felt his dummy goatee, and it was rough but satisfying. She then looked into Neighsay, who was glancing at her. He didn't make any cute sounds, but he bit his lower lip, and perhaps, Tempest enjoyed it. Did Neighsay had Tempest to where she wanted to be?

Tempest stopped and got a mane brush. It was stuck between her teeth. She then gently brush his slick mane. Neighsay then rolled to see her view. There she was, with the most oceanic eyes and boopable muzzle.

"Tempest...what-"

"Shhh..." Tempest said, putting her hoof on his muzzle. "Don't..." she said.

"Was this about a few minutes ago?" Neighsay asked.

"Partially, yes. But I had plans of my own, if you don't mind. I mean, the way you touched me...it was calming." Tempest said.

"Come here." Neighsay said. Tempest went over the pillow and lay down beside him. He gently wrapped his hooves around Tempest, and gave a warm hug. "Don't think about it the negative way, I told you I didn't want you leaving me..."

"Neighsay, of course I won't leave you..." Tempest said. "I just wanted a rest after many trainings, that's all." she said, as she stroked his beard.

"Good. That what I wanted to hear." Neighsay said, rubbing his head in her neck. Tempest felt his slick hair again. She stroked it and felt its smooth texture. It was smooth as a jadeite. "Tempest..."

"Yes?"

"May I get that ear bite again?"