She hugs the white fur and caresses the feathers of her lover’s wings. She stops all too quickly. Spike will be home soon. If he ever found out what she does while he is gone or even worse, tell her what Twilight had been doing, she would never be able to face her again.

With a deep sigh she summons her magic and whisks her Celestia plushie back into the pocket dimension she created for all her personal items. While her mentor is unlikely to accept her feelings, a fluffy facsimile at least prevents her romantic feelings from boiling over.