Those Small Moments

by emerl1000


Ten More Minutes

Ten More Minutes


She had work to do; bucking in the orchard, feeding the cattle, apple deliveries to the restaurants and markets in town. So why is she wasting time here, lying on her side in her bed? Maybe it’s because of the hooves wrapped tightly around her stomach. Dash, warm from equal part blanket and body heat, pressed harder against her. A smile stretched across Applejack’s face as she relished in the calm of this moment, slowly growing comfortable with the closeness. It was so unlike the impatient pegasus to be still that the farm mare had to crane her neck back to make sure it really was her marefriend.

Rainbow had enjoyed sleeping in an actual bed, more support compared to the clouds she had slept on most of her life. She hadn’t realized that she would love spooning, though Applejack guessed it was because it took little effort to just lay there and cuddle. The scent of Applejack’s mane filled Dash’s nostrils, describable as absolutely fantastic. Oddly enough it smelled vaguely of strawberries, something she made a note of asking later on. The best part was that she was doing all the touching. If she wanted to stop, which she couldn’t imagine doing, then she could.

It made Applejack smile, the thought that brave and arrogant Dash had turned into a softy that loved cuddling, and it took a large amount of restraint to keep from laughing. She was largely unaware that she was enjoying this just as much as the lightly snoring pony beside her, even a little more than. The curtains did a decent job of blocking the sunlight, but after time the room was slowly bathed in stronger and stronger glows. “Ah have to get up now sugarcube.” She whispered, hearing moans and groans directly in her ear.

“Just ten more minutes AJ,” she muttered, pulling closer to the somewhat annoyed pony. This was the third exclamation of that statement since she’d woken up, and it was starting to annoy her. When Rainbow laid her head on Applejack’s own, those green orbs widened in surprise.

“Alright,” she muttered, finding little harm in just a few more minutes of silence.

"Awesome,” Dash continued to squeeze, drifting back into the peaceful, mindless bliss of sleep. Applejack did the same, positive that the farm could wait another ten minutes . . . or maybe sixty.

No more than a hundred.


I’m not entirely comfortable with short chapters (under a thousand) but it’s a necessity for a drabble story. Anyway I hope the tensing is better this time around (it’s my kryptonite, shush).

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