The party was going wonderfully, but that wasn't very surprising, as Pinkie Pie parties were innately perfect. The food was phenomenal, the punch sublime. The music was by a genuine DJ, some unicorn invited from out-of-town. Pinkie Pie must have invited half the town, because Sugarcube Corner was packed with ponies chattering happily. It was the perfect opportunity.

Tonight was the night that Twilight pulled off her plan.

The time was almost nigh. Soon Pinkie would be giving a toast (having already passed out the toast) and nopony would be paying any attention to her.

Her target lay just across the punch table, conversing/arguing with Applejack. Strangely, even annoyance made her face look beautiful. But Twilight dared not let her eye rest to long on the object of her affections too long, lest she be held in suspicion later on.

Instead, she prepared to execute her plan. It was simple: get in, do it, get out.

She glanced up; Pinkie Pie was clearing her throat. The time had come.

Twilight slunk to the back of the room as Pinkie Pie began, inevitably, with a joke: "Why did the crocodile cross the road?"

Tragically, the probably awful punchline was cut off as the windows slammed shut and the candles went out. Twilight sprang into action just as the first shouts of confusion rang out. She knew where she was going even in pitch darkness; she had planned this for too long to make any mistakes.

She slid under the table with uncharacteristic skill and sprang to her hooves mere inches from her target.

Twilight could not afford to hesitate; it was now or never. She leaned in and kissed Rainbow Dash.

It was only supposed to last a few seconds, so she could sneak away before the lights came back on, but Twilight found, to her simultaneous pleasure and dismay, that she could not stop. It was better than she could have imagined. And she had done a lot of imagining. In great detail.

Better/worse yet, Rainbow Dash was starting to reciprocate.

Something in the back of her mind registered something Rarity asking for a lighter, and Applejack opening the windows, but these thoughts was quickly shoved aside for more important thoughts like Rainbow, Dash, Rainbow Dash, and Oh Celestia yes.

There was a flicker across the room, and the light went from nonexistant to dim to bright enough to see.

Gasps from nearby were ignored, as was the fact that Applejack's eyes were sticking nearly four inches out of their sockets.

At last, the most epic makeout session had to come to an end. Twilight stood still, her face flush and her heart pounding.

Then Rainbow Dash opened her eyes.

They widened in surprise and Twilight made suddenly aware of the fact that she had just made of a very public (if nonverbal) declaration of love.

"I'll, uh, I'll just go now," she said quickly, and turned to leave. Several self-immolation spells sprang into mind, but she didn't want to burn anypony.

Then, she felt a hoof on her shoulder. A tiny shiver of hope ran through her as she turned around.

"I'll go too," said Rainbow Dash, smiling broadly, her cheeks the color of her marvelous, beautiful eyes. "We have a lot to talk about."

Twilight suddenly felt the need for fresh air, which was not hampered by a certain pink party pony striking up "For She's a Jolly Good Filly" on her tuba.

Twilight Sparkle had pulled it off.

Author's Notes:

*Sings terribly*: I got the perfect crime . . .