You swear, if there was one thing you liked about Ponyville it was there was not much shortage on the job market. Perhaps that was because when these ponies found their cutie-mark, they felt it was their calling for their lives. You on the other hand saw the numerous possibilities before you. For now you were on contract with some construction, doing simple home repairs until they felt you were ready for something more serious. Before you tried your hand at being a barber, shave and a hair-cut where somewhat popular, but well.. colts take awhile to grow their hair back. Bad for long term-business. However the odd thing is, in Ponyville, there was always something needing to be repaired. Thanks to random encounters and other incidents involving property damage happening in Ponyville, you wondered if this city had a sort of "accident magnet" buried deep under everyone's own nose.

"Quitting time!" Said a new colt who had joined the contract construction agency a little after you had gotten over your first week. Some young buck who probably just finished school and thought this was his lives calling, what an odd way of living. Still you were bad at names, though his cutie mark showed a log being cut with a hand-saw. ...What the hell? You didn't even want to guess at trying his name, something insulting could come up and that would be.. well, last time you guessed wrong someone's name at the job office, it didn't turn out well. Let's just say Fluttershy was not happy that you came home with a hell of a shiner. ...she really should've seen the other guy.

Your getting distracted, again. Handing your orders from this morning back, and receiving payment you make a quick exit. Waving everyone a good evening you hurry to town square. Some-pony special wanted to spend an evening with you after work. A pony who you would dare not keep waiting, tonight was a planned date, and if there is anything you have learned, it's in this world or the next, NEVER keep the lady waiting. Rarity herself had given you a crash course on the matter, and that mare could go on about the importance of punctuation.

You notice her sitting on a bench, with a green round brimmed sun-hat, as a blue ribbon seemed to circle the bottom brim, you allow a smile to notice how cute she is just sitting there waiting, her tail lazy flicking, waiting for your arrival. To be honest, the scene was something you felt out of a movie. You getting off work, in your work-clothes, and she awaiting your arrival, in the town square, her beauty illuminating the square in your eyes. When the hell did you get so lucky?

Walking up to her side, you give a compliment on her appearance and ask has she waited long. Her smile lets you know that even if she did, she didn't mind at all. You bend down intent on giving her a gentle kiss on the nose, however she intercepts and makes it a kiss on the lips. Letting her lead the pace, you feel her push in to the kiss as if trying convey her passion upon you. It works, as you bring a hand behind her head and lean a bit more letting yourself moan in approval of her assertion. Breaking away you swallow loudly and give her a grin.

"No, I didn't wait long for you sweetie. But I still missed you just the same, can you blame me?" You tell her of course you couldn't, you'd probably miss her just the same if not for your job giving you a somewhat decent distraction. She than gives you an eskimo kiss in appreciation as you both start to make way to a favorite restaurant that served something for you both. A gryphon operated shop, who not only served deserts, but some foods that catered to carnivores, omnivores, and of course the ever gracious herbivores. To be blunt, with a town full of ponies, it was hard not to find such a restaurant that catered for you both.

As you arrive you see some ponies and griffons seated on the patio, they had setup the large parasols apparently for those who wished to eat happily in the shade. Walking in you await to be seated as Fluttershy removes her hat and asks you to hold it so she could excuse herself. As a griffon comes to take you to a table for two and asks what you'll have to drink, you order a lemon iced tea, sweetened, for you both. Telling him you were ready to order, you'll be have the fried worms with garlic butter, and a bit more pepper than usual for spice.

"Excellent choice sir, I'll return right away with your order." Before he leaves though, you ask him is Gustav working today. "Oh, Yes he is sir. Is there anything special you will order after?" Mentioning you'll have his specialty, the éclairs, you ask for them to be delivered later, he gives a nod in understanding. "Thank you sir, I assume you will let the lady decide herself?" Another nod and he is walking off with a knowing smile. Sure, you could GUESS what Fluttershy was in the mood for, but you have been known to be wrong before, and her, with her ever-loving kindness would simply eat it even if she hoped for something else. You'll learn to read her better one day, just not yet.

You take in the décor, most of the restaurant had a simple feeling. Nothing fancy, just some lanterns that hung from chains of the ceiling, for when it was dark out and light was not illuminated very well. Pretty high except for you, you did have to narrowly miss a few here or there, but not many were placed much to your relief. The paint upon the walls was a bold red, and certain portraits lined the walls. The store opening, had a few ponies shaking hands with what you guessed was the founder of the restaurant along with his buddy griffon. The two of them posing for a portrait holding their cooking utensils, one with a mixer, the other a frying pan. Apparently the history of this place was it was made and founded for both parties, sort of a cultural exchange you would guess. Your thoughts are interrupted.

"Did you miss me?" You feel a pair of hooves wrap around your neck and turn your head only to be halted by a kiss on the cheek. "So, did you order for us?" You admit to her that you still are unsure of what are her favorite dishes here, to which she replies. "Oh, you know I'd eat whatever you order me sweetie." That was the answer you expected and you sigh internally actually having to hear her say it. Still, maybe next time you'll be more bold and order for her and get it right that time.

Making your way over to her chair, you pull it out with your gentleman mannerisms being displayed and she gives you a warm thanks for your actions. Taking a seat yourself your waiter shows up with your drinks. "Well, good evening ma'am. Are you ready to order?" With pencil and notepad at the ready, this griffon waiter was starting trying to earn that tip you wagered. If he keeps being on time like this, he sure has a chance.

"Oh! Yes, I'd like the sunflower salad if you please. But not so much fruit, if that isn't a problem." He gives her a nod, and with a reply of "Of course not madam, we are here to serve.", he briskly walks back to the kitchen. You can assume he is trying to be prompt with you two so as to impress you, damn if it isn't working. Turning your attention to Flutteshy you admit, you wouldn't have guessed that particular salad at all. "Oh, it's not one I order a lot. I've seen it on the menu a few times we come here, but I just never felt ready to try it."

You nod in understanding. Every now and again the shop would try to bring out a new dish. You were the first to brave their creations, what with meat being scarce in Ponyville, you had heard of their 'Fried Worms" in garlic and well you were starving for anything with meat in it. Fluttershy herself couldn't believe you tried it, but damn if you didn't give compliments to the chef that day. You even took some home to indulge in.

You are broken out of thought as a hoof reaches your hand, "This is nice, thank you for this. I love spending time when it is just you and me. I wouldn't trade my animal friends for the world, but sometimes, I do like to sneak away from them. Please don't tell them." You make a zipping motion across your lips, and are awarded a giggle. "Merci."

And there goes your heart. If there was one thing that drove you wild, it was when she would speak French. Though why some of these ponies even knew the language was something that you yourself had yet to understand. Your literal mind was gone when you first heard Fluttershy speak a few lines here and there, but now she did it to rile you up. Of course when she did this, you couldn't help yourself and she seemed ready for the consequences. It first started with kissing her hoof, than you would begin trailing a kiss upward, making sure each kiss was deliberate and toward her neck. There you would give a gentle bite now and again, before you came to her cheek, than finally you would claim her lips. Sure, it was a public spectacle, but for some reason she loved and basked in the attention even in the most public places when you did it.

Feeling a gentle push from her hoof upon your chest, you look in to her eyes with a dreamy sigh of your own. "Mon cheri." Kissing the tip of her nose earns you another giggle from her, and you both are interrupted by a very red-faced waiter who has brought the meal you ordered, his wings were half-open flared upon display. "Y-Your order is here.", With a practiced motion he placed the plates down upon the table, but seemed to drop the serving tray before hastily picking it up and strutting back into the kitchen. What leaves an impression on you is how Fluttershy did not even bat an eye nor shrink behind her mane when the waiter had come. Perhaps public displays were now non-embarrassing with you. That gave you a few ideas you've been meaning to try.

Not much is said as you both eat in comfortable silence. To some it may seem that it was awkward, but with your hand holding her hoof, and the occasional rub of affection you both shared, there was nothing but satisfaction at being close to one another that no words were needed. As you finish off your plate you see she is already done with hers. You take your thumb and rub some of her dressing off her top lip and lick it off. "So, am I tasty?" You nod giving her a theatric groan of pleasure which earns you a roll of her eyes.

As you are finishing your plate you see your waiter coming back with a serving dish of éclairs and two small plates you assume will be the serving plate. He also appears to be holding a pitcher of tea for a refill, damn he sure is earning a tip tonight. "If I may have your plates, and I do hope that you both have enough room for desert." With that short talk out of the way he heads back to the kitchen, and you are starting to wonder is he the only one working as server tonight. "Mmm... You remembered." Fluttershy is eating an éclair rather cutely while holding it within her hooves, and your prayers are answered as she seems to have some of the filling cover her top lip.

Though you do remember, she had told you once about a train ride she had taken with her friends. One of the griffons had bragged about his eclairs and you wanted to test his mettle. You were not disappointed, and when you found this little restaurant you asked to see the entire menu. This led to you taking Fluttershy here, and on the first date you both shared, in your new found culinary hide-away, an order of "Gustav le Grand's Exceptionally, Exquisite, Eclairs". Neither one of you were disappointed and sometimes, like now, she would "accidently" have some filling upon her mouth to which you would gladly: lick, kiss, wipe, and even suck off her maw.

This time was no different as you leaned in toward her slowly. She however did spot you and with a small wicked little grin and her eyes dancing with playful intent she leaned back. "Can I help you sir? I do believe I have claimed this pasty for myself." Grinning you say she may keep the pastry, as it is herself you wish to sample for your tasteful intents. "My lips have already been claimed, I'm afraid, you see they belong to some-pony I love very dearly." You decide to role-play with her for now, and ask who might the lucky stallion be. "Oh, he is no stallion I assure you, but these lips are his nonetheless. So you would have to contest them from him, I'm afraid."

You lunge in quickly causing her to widen her eyes in surprise as you steal a peck from her lips and snake your tongue along her upper lip before pulling back with an exaggerated gulp. "I-I must ask you to refrain from such an assault upon my lips." You look at her with a grin, your head resting upon your hands as you stare at her aquamarine pools. With a soft but affirmative tone you tell her; Never.

Author's Note

So, this one was supposed to be just a sort of date chapter. Honestly I wanted to do more with this, but I really needed to stop at this point of the chapter or I think it would've been longer than any chapter I will write for this story. I do apologize for the slow updates, I for once have not much reason except for the fact I am currently writing two other stories as of right now. As well as working on brining a certain one out of hiatus.

With that said, I will continue to write this, and update it first and foremost, hopefully when I release my other stories they will already be fully written so the updates will be more regularly. This pause in chapters is even driving me insane. Thank you readers for comments, and all mannerisms of likes, watches, and of course the favorites. I do hope this note alerts most of you as to why this is taking so long.

Enjoy!