Red Sky at Night, Bassist's Delight (Closed)

Low smiled and shook his head, "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't pay you. How does 10 bits sound?" Before he could carry on, he put his hoof to his mouth and stifled a yawn, "We can argue more about this in the morning. In the mean time, the tea is starting to take effect."

Deep down, though, he really wanted to keep talking in spite of how tired he was. He hadn't had such an interesting conversation in such a long time, and he wanted to hear all about her homeland as well as all the other distant places she has been. What truly struck him though was how unaffected she was by his whining. Nopony liked a whiner and Low did his best to keep his gripes hidden, but recent events changed that. Suddenly, he found himself even more desperate for somepony who would listen to him, as if his time spent with Midnight had made him yearn for somepony who actually cared about him emotionally. Perhaps that was the reason he was so easily seduced, he just wanted somepony to hold him and make him feel like he was wanted? He wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or pathetic at the revelation.

As he got up out of his seat and carried the mugs over to the sink, Low looked over his shoulder and said, "Unless you want to keep talking. Don't worry about me, I'm enjoying this as much as you, Niara." His heart fluttered every time he said her name; it was just so beautiful and exotic, like her spices. He couldn't wait to get to know her better - it's hard to tell somepony you love them when it's only been a few hours since you met.

Low Key noticed Niara's expression, and he couldn't help but blush from the attention. His eyes had gone wide and his heart was pounding, not to mention that both of his heads were vying over control of his actions. He giggled nervously and turned back towards the sink. As he reached the sink, he realized that he had been swishing his hips from side to side the last few paces. He mentally scolded himself for such a provocative display; he was better than this and she didn't deserve the teasing he was putting her through. He must have picked it up from Midnight; if there was one thing he respected about her, at least she knew how to get his blood boiling. As he washed the cups out, he wondered whether Niara did want him tonight. If she did, what would he do? What was left of his conscience was telling him to turn it down - he needed to wait for when the two of them were ready. He couldn't just jump into bed with her, not before he even had a chance to tell her just how much she meant to him. At the same time though, if she did ask him outright, there was no way he would be able to refuse. Every fiber of his being couldn't wait to hold her in his arms, look into her eyes, and plant a kiss on her lips, taking in her exotic scent.

Suddenly, he awoke from his daydream to find that he had completely zoned out. His entire face was red and his skin felt like it was on fire. The long-sleeved turtleneck he was wearing underneath his stifling leather jacket was becoming more and more unbearable by the second. He hurriedly began washing out the mugs with fervor, desperately trying to clear his thoughts.

Low Key watched as Niara took the mugs out of his hooves and looked at her. He couldn't help but smile and giggle himself as she did so as well. He wanted to say that it was cute, but that wasn't right. In Low's mind, cute was an adjective that described a pet, something that you couldn't develop feelings for. He absolutely hated when other ponies called him cute, and he would never use it to describe somepony that he respected. In Niara's case, a better adjective would be graceful. Even the way the word sounded as it came out of his mouth gave him the impression of class and sophistication.

As Low stared back into Niara's eyes, a pregnant pause followed. His smile slowly fell as he felt the sexual tension in the air. He looked away from her eyes to stare at her lips, thinking about how much he wanted to kiss them. He had kissed a mare before, but it was awkward and forced. Also, the mare in question was drunk. This one, however, was the first mare who actually seemed interested in him intellectually, so he decided to take the initiative. Tentatively, he began to lean in towards her, ready to pull back at the first sign.

When Low Key finally withdrew his lips, he slowly opened his eyes watching Niara's face for any reaction. After a long pause, he chuckles, "Wow...that was amazing." Hearing himself say it, amazing was not quite the word he should have used. In reality, his knees were wobbly, his breath was gone, and he was so light-headed he was afraid he would pass out at any moment.

He tentatively moves a hoof to her shoulder and breathes, "I-I know it's a little early in our relationship, b-but how much farther do you want to go tonight? I-If you want to do...that...I won't object, but I was hoping to wait." Moving his hoof to her cheek, he continues, "Niara, you are the most beautiful and sophisticated mare I have ever met, and I will do whatever you want to do. If you want to go all the way tonight, then I promise you no regrets. Whatever you choose, I just want you to know one thing...I love you."

When the second kiss was broken, Low gave confident smile, "Then let me show you to your room, Miss Niara."

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Low remembered back to the time when he had received the acoustic bass guitar that now stood out in the living room.  It was the best moment of his life; the moment he laid eyes on it, he knew that it had been made specifically for him.  From the custom designed fret inlays that mimicked his cutie mark, to the smooth mahogany body, it was the love of his life.  That was all before tonight.

As Low looked over Niara, both of them panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, he never remembered seeing anything so beautiful.  The dishevelment of her mane, the mystery of her brown eyes, and the sweet smell of exotic spices mixed with damp sweat and musky sex made her look just as attractive now as she was all that time ago.  How long had they been at it, anyway?  It didn't really matter, the two of them had grins permanently plastered on both of their muzzles thanks to Low Key's session with Midnight.

If there was anything else to say, it was that he had never felt so sore in his entire life.  He could feel a burning sensation in his horn that was probably caused by prolonged magical use as well as his core muscles that were still shaking.  Nothing that a few exercises in endurance couldn't help.  Also, although it wasn't necessarily a soreness, both his head and pelvis throbbed from nearly being crushed by Niara's thighs.  He had noticed and marveled at her impressive physique earlier in the act but hadn't really thought of what it could do before he became physically involved with her.  She could kill somepony with that body, and Low wasn't sure whether he should be scared or turned on by that thought.

Basking in the after glow, he nuzzles into her chest, running his hoof through her mane, "That was incredible, Niara.  Thank you for tonight,  I'll never forget it."  As the words came out of his mouth, another thought entered, What if this was it?  It was certainly enjoyable and he wished that the night would never end, but what would they do tomorrow?  They had given themselves to each other already, so what was there left to do?  The thought was enough to give him pause as he silently wondered what would happen to them.

Low gave a low chuckle. He had done his best, and Midnight was the pony who deserved the most thanks. If it weren't for her graciously offering to teach him all of her tricks, he never would have thought he could ever have become a sex god, "Well, since we're on the sort of terms we are right now, I don't see why you can't live here. I work tomorrow night, though, just so you know." The smile left his face as he looked up at her face, "Niara, I have a serious question to ask; what are your plans for the two of us? I have a few things in mind, but I want to hear from you. We've gone all the way tonight, so where do you think we should take this relationship?"