Vinyl awoke first. She always deejayed sober, so a hangover wasn't a problem. But she still needed to pee. She groaned and tried roll out of bed, but found grey limbs ensnaring her. And then their conversation from last night came back to her. She winced a little, wondering if she had been a killjoy for her wife. But a good night's rest had felt wonderful. She slowly squirmed out of the still sleeping Octavia's grip and headed for the water closet to relieve herself. A cursory glance at the clock showed it to be 11:47.
"Wow," she thought as she sat on the toilet, "We really slept in, didn't we?" One of the nice things about being a DJ and composer though, was that sleeping in was generally okay. She flushed the toilet, and after washing her hooves, wandered back to the bedroom where her lover was stirring.
"mmmphh grrrrmmm... Vinny, is'at'choo? ...rrrrrnnnn"
The mare in question climbed onto the bed, slipped back beneath the covers which she reset with her magic, and kissed her wife gently on the muzzle. "It is me."
Without warning, Octavia bolted forward and wrapped Vinyl in her forelegs, hugging her vigorously.
The recipient of the affection found her face scrunched up against Octavia's neck. "Goodness hon, you're awfully frisky for somepony who just woke up."
Octavia whispered sensuously into her lover's ear, with more than a hint of growling aggression. "You stiffed me last night Vinyl. I could hardly sleep. My thighs are wet. Now you leave me no choice. I'm going to make sweet passionate love to you."
"Please do," the mare in her embrace replied.
And then they fucked.
It was glorious.