Gentle warmth slowly nudges you back to consciousness. But it doesn’t come in the form of sunlight or a smooth breeze. It comes in the form of warm breath washing against your face with the rhythm and calm of waves on a beach. You struggle to open your eyes as memories come back to you. In your lethargy, it takes you a moment to find your arms in the entangled mess of limbs and wings that holds your bodies against each other. You curl your fingers and feel feathers and mane. There they are.

One hand cupped around the root of your partner's limp wing and the other snaked under her neck and wrapped around her head. Her hooves are similarly placed on you. You hadn’t even bothered getting under the sheets; you were all each other needed to keep warm. As long as she's propped up against something she seems to not snore as much. The mare you are studying is as peaceful as can be. Dash has her muzzle half an inch from your nose resting on the other side of your pillow, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape above a large spot of drool. Her frazzled mane drapes over her eyebrows and snakes outwards across your pillow—her myriad of colors surrounded by a golden hue from the rising sun.

You can’t help but smile at the sight of the beautiful mare; your chest sits warm against her breast fluff and is made warmer at the thought of the new intimacy you now shared. All of her smells suddenly register and you try to sort them out. A bit of spicy body odor, heavy musk…and definitely morning breath. You’d be lying if you said she didn’t smell, but you’d also be lying if you said she smelled bad…even her breath is soothing in its own way. Those smells belonged to your mare, and you were willing to bet they were completely unique to her alone…provided you got to know them well enough.

Another breath kisses your face and you return it. Ears twitch occasionally, but otherwise she stays completely immobile next to you. Well, she’s a bit closer than just next to you…and you’re slowly growing a bit closer to her the more you think about it. You reluctantly inch your hips away from her midsection and note that you’d fallen out of her at some point during the night. Probably all for the better, otherwise she’d definitely be awake by now. Not that you didn’t want to go for round two...you just don’t want to wake her up like that.

Oh crap!

Your head pivots in place as your eyes dart around to find the alarm clock. Spotting it, you reach out and turn off the alarm five seconds before it was due to go off. Crisis avoided. She’ll appreciate not being woken up by that horrible machine. It was set for a reason though.

Today is the big day. Your Wonder Bolt has an airshow to put on. But before she can do that she needs to wake up. She’d probably sleep till noon if you let her. You turn back to her and take one last moment to appreciate the fact that both of you occupied the same six-by-two foot section of your queen sized bed. She’s so much more affectionate than you thought she’d be…and it’s great. You bring your hand to her face and tuck her mane away from her eyes. Fingers cut to the base of her hair and infiltrate her colors; they gently trace her scalp like an oversized comb.

“Dash” You whisper. She stirs a bit from your combination of touch and sound, her breathing paused. You comb her scalp again and her breathing resumes its steady pace. Waking up something this cute is on par with yelling at a puppy…it just makes you feel guilty, “Get up Ms. Wonderbolt, got to get ready for the airshow." Still nothing.

You shake her shoulder a bit, “Dash.”

Again, “Dash.”

”You’re supposed to wake me up with a kiss ya know.” Her scratchy voice coming from her apparently sleeping form stuns you.

“How long have you been awake?”

”Heh, since you turned the alarm off.”

You recover from her rebuttal and move to fix your mistake. She grows a small smile when she feels you shift to show her affection. Your lips meet her muzzle and press against the side of her mouth that wasn’t hidden by the pillow. You caress her just long enough to get a proper taste and then withdraw. She peeks one eye open at you, and starts to giggle.

”Heheh, you shoulda just done that to begin with.”

Your head plops back down in front of hers, “Well they don’t have manuals on this stuff.”

She snorts and leans forward to rub her nose on yours, ”You seem to be doing pretty good on your own.” She ruffles her wing and moves it up to hug your shoulder. A blush forms on your face from both her comforting gesture and her compliment. Regardless, you hold her penetrating look and force the blush to mirror on hers.

“I’m glad you think so.” You gaze into her loving eyes and start scratching behind her ear to bleed off your already overflowing affection. A painful twinge jabs your chest, you love this little blue creature so much it actually hurts a bit. Her scent fills your lungs and you lose yourself in her magenta seas. You couldn’t possibly be more comfortable than you are now. And judging from her lack of fidgeting, neither could she. But all good things must come to an end.

“You have an air show today you know.”

”Mmhm…” She makes no effort to move and instead pushes the back of her head into your hand to give you better access to her ear. Dang she's really making this difficult for you. You’re forced to stop scratching her ear for her own good.

“Rainbow you can’t be late to—“ Her hoof grabs hold of your hand and pulls it back behind her head, she flickers and rubs her ear against your limp digits in an attempt to get them to move on their own. She’d given you the choice between scratching her ear or having a heart attack. Your hand prioritizes your life, “—D-Dash you need to get cleaned up.”

”Why clean up…” Her husky voice forces you to look into her now half-lidded eyes.

“B-because uhh…” Her nose presses into your upper lip and nukes your train of thought.

”…when we’re just going to get messy again.” Her breath pushes past your lips before her tongue does. Mouths press against each other and all the familiar tastes and sensations of the previous night return. She presses her belly to yours. The dried sex fluid matting her crotch fur made her teats and muff a bit scratchy. But as much as you want her, she really needs to get going if she doesn’t want to be late.

“Mmmpf…Dafh we, mh…mmph!” She breaks the kiss with a smack.

”Just shutup and put it in me!” Holy crap she’s horny. So are you, but you have a duty to her. In this particular case it means getting her to her job on time instead of rutting her until she's a puddle of fur and love.

“Dash, remember how we talked about setting the alarm as late as possible because you were ‘totally sure you could get ready in like ten minutes.” Her frustrated features whip to the machine in question.

*6:03

”We can do it in the shower!” She rolls onto your chest—her weight pinning you to the bed. Her tail brushes across your bare legs in excitement

Lord give me strength, “Believe me I want nothing more, but you know we’d get carried away…when you get back this weekend we can spend as much time together as you want.”

She looks disappointed for a moment but you can tell she understands your reasoning, ”Is that a promise?”

“Absolutely…you’re not the only one who wants to stay in bed you know.” You give her a wink.

She stares at you for a moment, the ticking of your alarm clock in the background becoming more and more apparent with each passing second. Finally accepting your promise, she leans forward and tenderly licks your sessile lips before pulling back and smiling warmly, ”I love you Anon.”

“I lo—

*smooch

The smacking of a kiss interrupts your confession, “I love you—“

*smooch

You give her a chastising look you don’t really mean; her knowing smile sees right through it. Go faster so she can’t interrupt, “IloveyouRain—“

*smooch

“Ok now you’re just—*smooch—Hey!—*smooch—You can’t!—*smooch—Hahaha sto-mmmm…” Her lips land a final blow, ensuring your defeat. You dance with her a bit and revel in the joy of knowing your over-the-top affections were appreciated.

She pulls off with a pop and immediately starts cooing and nuzzling your jaw. You tap her shoulder and forcefully nuzzle her back, "Get going you crazy pony!"

"Heheheh..." She chuckles before scrambling off your chest like she'd been caught stealing. As she clambers off the mattress you get an eyeful of her stained rear. Strands of her tail were stuck to her rump and she had to flick it a few times to break free of the uncomfortable sensation. Your daydreaming moment is put on hold when you notice she’s got a little perk in her step, like how a child would hop around after they got the present they wanted. At least, that’s what it seems like until one of her hind hooves bucks mid-step. It catches her off guard but she takes it in stride and disappears into your bathroom. You don’t snap out of her magical hold on you until you hear the door shut behind her and the shower turn on. Damn…you had no idea she’d be like this when you first started your relationship. You crash back into your pillow and blindly stare at the ceiling. You had no idea it would be this…good. Do all pegasi do the licking thing that much or just her? You’ll have to read another book—

“—Anon! Where the hay are the towels!”

She’s out of the shower already? She wasn’t lying about being fast, “Under the sink!”

”…Got’em!”

You suddenly realize you’re still laying butt naked on your bed and you reach over the edge to grab your boxers…that are torn. You stumble to your dresser and find something to cover yourself. Dash opens the door and trots out. Her eyes linger on you for a moment and she stumbles, “You alright?” You ask skeptically.

She blushes and moves into your kitchen to grab a protein bar, her wings suspiciously puffed out a bit, “Uhh…yeah, haha…I’m fine!”

Okay…“Just asking because it looks like you’ve got a twisted hoof or something.”

She looks at you with wide eyes, ”N-No! I-I mean I’m fine!”

“If I hurt you any please let me know so—”

”—It’s not that!” Her outburst stops you in your tracks. It also warrants an explanation and she knows it. She looks to her hooves and shuffles a bit, ”I uhh…I just still f-feel it…there.”

Oh.

She raises her head just enough to for you to see her fiery blush, ”It’s like it’s s-still i-inside.”

That made you feel ecstatic…was it supposed to make you feel good? How do you respond? “I…hope you get better soon.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? Regardless, your cheesy remark gets rid of some of her shyness.

She shoots you a halfway confident smirk, ”Heh, I don’t.” Oh boy, this mare is going to be a handful. You look at the clock.

*6:09

“Looks like you’re still on time.”

”Yeah, but I’d better get going, the Cap’n wanted me to lead morning warm up.”

She trots over to the door and tosses her food in her saddlebags next to her flight suit before strapping them on, “So I guess I’ll see you when your last show is over on…Sunday?”

”Yeah…Sunday.” Her tone is a bit sullen.

“You’re going to do great Dash.”

”I know, I just…” Her eyes leave yours as she trails off.

“Just what?”

”I-t’s a long time…ya know?” Oh, do you ever.

You kneel down to look her in the eyes and her ears fold back, “I’m going to be right here when you get back, and I promise we’ll spend all day in bed if you want.”

She smiles weakly, ”I love you dude.”

“I love you too Rainbow.” You cup her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. No matter how well you get to know each other, those three words will never cease to have the same breathtaking effect, “Now get out there and kick some butt…or flank or whatever you call it.”

She chuckles at your blunder before turning around and opening your door. Fresh air greets you and sunlight makes you squint. Ponies meander the street going about their daily business; a few take a second glance when they see Dash’s characteristic colors. She awkwardly steps outside, trying her best not to feel whatever it was that effected her walking. She looks at you one last time as she arches her back—intentionally spreading her wings in a show-off style stretch, ”Catch ya later Anon!”

And with that she launches off her hooves into the air. Her wings carrying her higher and higher on somewhat uncoordinated flaps. You notice her hind hooves twitching with each flap. That…hopefully gets resolved before her show today. You turn around in your doorway and look inside. Evidence of the wild mare’s residence in your humble abode abounds. Food wrappers on the counter, her extra saddlebags hanging from the coat rack, twice as many dishes in the sink, chocolates in your couch cushions…thank Celestia you remembered those. You get caught up with cleaning plans and fail to notice a heavy flapping get closer and closer until it’s suddenly behind you. You turn around just in time to have your vision swallowed up by blue, Dash presses her face into yours and gives you a deep kiss on the lips. Her forelegs anchor her to you and her wings keep her rear half suspended in midair. Before you can bring a hand up to hold her she breaks the kiss and flies off at high speed without saying a word. In shock, you bring the back of your hand to wipe your mouth and in doing so you make eye contact with a young wide-eyed unicorn stallion across the street. His mouth hangs slightly agape at your attractive mare’s antics.

You see him mouth the words “lucky bastard.” You smile and wave before closing the door behind you. Yes you are.

Author's Notes:

Another short transition chapter.