"And um..." But you can't seem to find your voice as you thread your hands through the silken locks of his mane, as he gazes down at you with those deep blue eyes. "Uh." He doesn't offer any resistance when you gently start pulling him in closer. "Where did we, um, leave off?"

You can taste his breath, taste the sweetness of his sweat on the air and that warm, musky scent that makes you shiver.

"Somewhere around here." He whispers against you, unyielding in the way he presses his lips to yours. One of those strong hands holds tight to your hip, gently coaxing your leg over his where white fingers quickly sink into the softness of your behind. You can only moan lustfully, letting him draw you into grinding yourself against his firm frame.

When he breaks the kiss, you whimper and try to catch one last taste of his lips but the sound you make turns to a gasp when he kisses your jaw and then your neck. In a flash, you're on your back again and Shining has his hands tugging at your shirt. Simple linen, cool for the heat of Saddle Arabia, it offers little resistance to hands that undo the buttons with practised efficiency. And all the while, that gorgeous white stallion nips and kisses at your neck, whispering words that're lost as you can think only of every touch he places against you.

But just as Shining undresses you, so you with shaking hands stretch around his back and seek out the clasp that holds the plate over his chest. It comes free with a metallic click and a thunk as it lands on his hands. He grunts, you wince and the thought of how easily it could've knocked the wind from you flits across your mind before he uncaringly tosses it aside—the leather straps clattering with it—and resumes undoing the last buttons of your shirt.

You lie there, then, when he finishes and stops with those kisses that leave you flushed and heaving for breath. His eyes no longer show only sweet care but now shine with the light of desire. He's back down against you, his broad chest crashing against yours and you grab his arms and pull. Hands that seek out something else to undo, even as his mane tickles your cheeks and he nips your lips and then quickly soothes you with tender kisses.

But there's only one thing left on him, one last layer of thread that separates the stallion from you and even now, his hands struggle to undo your belt.

You break the kiss, muttering, "here, hold on."

"Hurry," the stallion gasps, letting his fumbling hands fall aside and instead hold onto your waist.

In the silliness of the moment, you can't help but snicker. "Or what?" you ask, looking back to him.

Shining Armour growls, a low and threatening sound. He lifts his hands to either side of your shoulders and grins down, asking, "Sure you wanna find out?"

For the briefest moment you stop and look into those eyes. Almost at the same time, the two of you start laughing. Your hands work a little easier, pulling your belt free and then undoing the button and fly of your pants. Shining takes over the rest, tugging them down as he comes up onto his knees.

"I never imagined it'd be like this," he says, easily pulling your pants from you and tossing them aside to join the clasp that was around his chest. Those muscular white legs rub against your own but all too quickly, you find yourself wanting to wrap them around his waist.

"Like what?" You instead content yourself with stroking his back.

"So... passionate!" You roll your eyes. "Hey, c'mon, this is all new for me."

Already you can feel a little knot starting to form between his shoulders. You work your hands against it and Shining sighs, a smiling a little smile.

"It's not really, though," you say, your voice quiet and calm, "you're just seeing how it's not really different at all." Even in spite of the moment, you can't resist running your hands down to cup his firm, toned backside; it makes you shiver.

"Yeah, Cadance can't keep her hands off my rump either." You can't help but laugh, even as he kisses you. "But... you're right." Another kiss, longer than before. "I like how this feels." As if the bulge you can feel pressing against your thigh didn't already make that clear.

"So you wanna keep going." You kiss him this time, letting your lips linger and savour the taste of his. "Right?"

The stallion sinks down, rolling onto his back and holding you along with him. His legs come around yours, keeping you tight to his body and while the sudden movement does make you gasp, lying there with your hands on his chest, looking down at this gorgeous stallion...

"Don't have to be back at the palace until this evening." This time it's his hands that sink into your behind.

"But!" He stops and you smile, hoping to take the edge off your tone. "Just no funny business."

Shining nods, holding you a little more gently. "Not until we ask her." He kisses you again, nipping your jaw. "She'll say yes, y'know." Another. "Did I mention she likes you?"

"You know I like her too," you say, without giving it another thought.

The stallion pulls you down against him, the bulges from both of you grinding against each other's bodies. "So relax, enjoy this." One of his hands takes yours. "I know I'm going to."

You let out a little, "oh," when you feel him slide his hands under your underwear, feeling them stroke over your bare skin. When those firm fingers sink into your skin and squeeze you moan, quickly cut off by another kiss. Every touch, every press of his lips and tongue, every breath you take that fills your nostrils with his heady male scent and makes you grind your hips against him just a little harder.

Ibrahim had been right - the heat outside was stifling but it was still nothing compared to the heat from Shining's body that leaves you glad you've been stripped down. You idly wonder what he'd say if he saw you like this, if maybe the tall, exotic looking stallion might support you from behind. A soft, "mmm," from the stallion beneath you, however, is all you need to know this is all you really want.

Something stirs you, a fancy that draws your hands down to the thin straps of his underwear and to start toying with it. Every move you make, you can feel them shifting against his bulge and Shining groans, trying to angle himself just right. Going a little further than you'd intended, you draw your thumb around under the waistband, sneaking a few fingers against the bulge and stroking up and down, up and down...

The effect is immediate; Shining groans loudly, bucking his hips against up and finally letting his member come free of its fabric prison. It's not quite fully hard and though you do feel its heat and hardness, you immediately draw your hand away. As much as you'd love to, you were the one to tell him not to take things too far. Still, he doesn't stop squeezing your behind, gently pulling it up against him or kissing you, whispering your name between them.

Each time it's louder, rougher, that rich masculine voice grunting it out like it's all he can think. And he, in turn, is all you can think of.

Surprising both he and yourself with the strength which you push him, Shining rolls around onto his back again. You come down on the stallion, straddling him and wind up sitting against his now hard member. The two of you pause, panting, and just look at each other.

"You know," you say, still catching your breath, "there's one thing we could try." You start to rock your hips, grinding your behind against him and Shining groans - the sound could very well have been a question. "Don't worry, I know the limit but—" You stretch over him, running your hands up along his arms until your fingers intertwine with his and your chests press together. "We can still have fun, right?"