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// Romantic Fluff with Reginald 
// Story: Across All Of Imagination 
// by Dragonfire2lm 
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The bridge was always empty after sundown, the crew retreating to their quarters for much needed rest, and with the Right Hand Man guarding the door to the airship's controls, no one dared to disturb The Chief.

Mist was grateful, because Reginald was an absolute sap and positively evil. The pegasus was in his lap, facing him as he reclined in the pilots seat, The Toppat Leader running a gloved hand down her back as he showered her in compliments and said whatever he could to render her a giggling, flustered mess. She never remembered what was said, it was the intent, his sincerity, that mattered, and when talk escalated to far less tame things...

Mist clammed up, too embarrassed, flustered, and loved than words could convey. And she loved every second of it because it was with the knowledge that this side of her, the timid (adorable, according to Reginald) thing she was in this moment, feeling perfectly safe with the man who held her heart in his hands, was solely reserved for and because of Reginald.

He even took pride in it as he smirked at her, king of the world.

King of her world.

She felt as light as feather as her giggling calmed and she wrestled her feelings into submission, mind switching gears. A comfortable lull in the conversation gave her a moment to think, and the mare realized there were topics they had yet to discuss. For all his teasing, the two of them had never been intimate, nor discussed the topic. It was understandable, both of them were private individuals, their romance mostly behind closed doors, save for the grand romantic gestures, dates, and dinners Reginald spoiled her with. He liked to show her off when the mood struck him and enjoyed it because it showed how much he actually cared.

And such peacocking from him was balanced with plenty of hugs and much calmer, quiet gestures of affection behind closed doors where they could both let their guard down without worry. Mist set the idea of intimacy aside, she would ask him about it tomorrow.