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BUBBLE BERRY HUFFS AS HE ENTERED HIS BEDROOM WITH EIRA. After the Fall Formal, they had said their goodbyes and went home.
"Couldn't even get to keep my powers, so unfair," Berry grumbles under his breath like a child.
Eira giggles, closing the door. "Berry?" She walks towards her energetic boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Calm down," She says, kissing his nose.
Berry huffs again, his pout deepening, but he gradually relaxes in her embrace. "It's not fair, though," He grumbles, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Eira hums. "Maybe when Dusk visits, you'll get them back. Or you'll get them back on your own, who knows? Let's go to sleep, okay?"
Berry nods, still a little sulky. "I guess you're right,"
After changing into their pajamas in the bathroom, they both climbed into bed, snuggling against each other.
Eira squeaks lightly when Bubble Berry buried his face in her neck, kissing her skin. "Berry..."
Berry chuckles against her skin, his breath warm on her neck. "What?" He asks, continuing to pepper her skin with light kisses.
Eira looks at the quirky male, capturing his lips with hers.
Berry hums in approval, parting his lips to allow her tongue entrance. He slides his hands down her sides, pulling her closer to him.
Eira climbs on top of him, her pajamas dress hiking up against her ass while she had her hands against the sides of his head.
Berry giggles. "Seems the innocent princess isn't so innocent anymore, hmmm?"
Eira gasps when she felt him squeeze her plush rear. "You're not so innocent yourself," She blushes.
"Guilty as charged," Berry smirks, his hands sneaking under the hem of her nightgown, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her bare skin. He looks at her, his eyes darkening with a mixture of love and desire. "But I don't hear you complaining."
"Berry?" Eira calls his name. "I... I lost my innocence to Applejack," She reveals hesitantly.
Berry's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his hands stilling on her skin. "You did...?" He asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "When did this happen?"
"It happened that day he brought in the apple ciders," Eira says. "I wanted to tell you because... I don't want you to make love to me if you think I'm unclean," She frowns.
