The sun's rays shined in through the open window of Twilight's room. The bright orange beams illuminated the sleeping mare's face, cause her to wake up. Twilight groaned at the light and tucked her head underneath the sheets. While she was still drowsy, her memories of the previous night came slowly back to her. Her hands glided around her mattress.
Odd, I don't remember going to bed yesterday.
Her eye went wide in horror as her hands hit a solid body on the other end of her bed. She flew out of the cover with such speed that the entire mattress shifted off the bed frame, dropping the bed intruder to the ground with a thud.
Spike's eyes shot open as the bed underneath him gave way. He threw his hands down to break the fall but his reflexes aren't as perfect in the morning. Spike's face hit the hardwood floor, splitting his lip. He found himself in a panic as he sprang to his feet, he tried to calm down. But even on solid ground Spike was in dismay, for the sheets were still wrapped around his head. And trying to figure out what's going on while blind isn't going to work out very well.
A high-pitched scream rang in Spike's ears while he struggled with the bed sheets.
Twilight's fears were correct! There was a stranger in her house! In her BED! The intruder fumbled around the room while trying to untangle himself, if Twilight was going to strike, she would have to do it now while her attacker was disoriented.
She quickly charged up her magic...
Spike was about to shred the sheets with his claws when he heard a strange buzzing sound and it was getting louder. The next thing he knew he was in the air again...
Twilight sent her assailant flying with a powerful stunning spell. The air bound stranger hit her bedroom door with enough force to detach it from its hinges. The intruder and the door sailed out into the hallway.
Twilight cooled off a bit and slowly went to go investigate. She cautiously poked her head out of her doorframe to see the broken door and the lump of sheets laying still in the middle of the hallway. That spell was a bit strong, strong enough to incapacitate anypony. Just to be safe, Twilight grabbed a nearby broom and inched closer to the intruder.
Spike groaned and rubbed his head.
What the hell hit me?
Whatever it was, it seemed to untie him from the bed sheet's death grip. Spike rolled over and pushed the sheets off of him. He looked around, wondering how he ended up in the hallway. Spike answered his own question when he saw the door to Twilight's room laying in pieces.
"Who are you?" A voice call to him. "And what are you doing in my castle?"
Spike turned to a disheveled alicorn tightly gripping a broom.
Twilight blushed as she saw the half-naked body of the purple colored drake in front of her. His arms were bulging and his abs were toned nicely... not the worst looking guy to wake up in bed with... But something was off. It was rare to see a purple dragon around Ponyville and her mind quickly thought of the only purple dragon she knew.
Oh no, please don't be...
"Spike?" She questioned.
The young drake smiled and nodded. "The one and only."
The mare dropped the broom to cup her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks as she fell to her knees. "I've missed you so much." Her words trembled on her lips. Spike was quick to embrace her. She cried softly into his shoulder. "I was so lonely."
"Shush shush, I'm here now, Twilight." Spike whispered. "I'm here to stay."
Twilight hugged him back and squeezed against his warm body. They stayed like that until Twilight slowed her tears. She realized what that important thing was yesterday. She spoke softly.
"I'm sorry we forgot to greet you at the station." Spike stayed silent. "I was just so busy yesterday and-and I wish I would have remembered."
"It's okay, Twilight, It's okay." His voice soothed her nerves. "I know you guy were busy with some sort of phenomena." Spike chuckled. "I forgive you."
Twilight pulled away from the hug and looked into his eyes. She smiled. "Thank you, Spike." She glanced down at his exposed chest laughed nervously. "I see you've changed."
Spike and Twilight both got dressed and ready for the day, Spike wore his military uniform since none of his older cloths fit him anymore. Twilight offered to make breakfast but Spike waved her away from the stovetop and insisted that he would. When Twilight retorted, Spike told her that people have been cooking for him for a year now and he was sick of it. She found his reasoning to be adequate and didn't persist to protest. The exact opposite was her case, she was tired of cooking for herself and would mostly go out to eat, to the disappointment of her thighs...
Spike prepared a wonderful meal and brought two plates of it to the dining room table. Over breakfast, Spike told about his time in the special force's training camp. Twilight knew the soldiers coming out of that corps were tough, but after hearing some of the stuff they go through she couldn't believe the little kid she knew made it through all of it. Not only did he make it, but, from what she heard, he excelled in it. No wonder he wasn't knock unconscious when she blasted him... he's one hard son of a bitch!
They finished their plates, Twilight moaned as Spike got up. He picked up both of their dishes and made his way to the kitchen.
"Spike." He turned to Twilight. "Thank you, it was delicious." He bowed and laughed.
When he returned Twilight stood up and hugged him again. They parted, she giggled. "The others will want to see you." Spike tilted his head. "Do you mind writing some letters?"
He grinned at her. "Not at all."