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// Bonus - Breakfast in Bed 
// Story: The Family Hearth 
// by BlackWater 
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It had been a long day. The Shimmers had returned to their home after the Christmas party’s multiple day adventure. Having spent a second long day of fun after the inital sleepover, the perfect sleep they had all experienced was drained of its rejuvenation and all three of the Shimmers wanted nothing more than to hug a pillow and leave the counting of sheep to someone else who had more energy.
Sunlight was already in his room. He had fallen asleep nearly as fast as his head had hit the pillow. As for the parents, Twilight had just finished putting up her hair for the night and slipped into the plush and, most importantly, warm sheets with Sunset.
“Mmmm,” Twilight hummed out happily as her face fell in between those two wonderful pillows that were to be found naturally upon her wife’s upper torso. She felt like she was sinking deep into a sea of pure warm soothing joy. And sleepy perfection. “Now, I’m home.”
Sunset embraced her girl in her arms and rubbed her back with one of her hands. Yes, if her egghead was nuzzling her breasts while they were in bed then it must mean they were home. It was an age old sensation now. One Sunset would give up for nothing even if she did want to return the favor and be the nuzzler for a change. Especially ever since her pregnancy years back, Twilight wasn’t lacking in the pillow department.
It was perfect, though. Sunset could feel her eyes droop already.
“Hot Sun…”
Sunset felt her gaze begin to drop back down to her wife from where it had rested up towards the ceiling above their bed. They had a mirror there that reflected their image upon the bed. Or rather, within the bed since they had several layers of fluffy sheets enveloping them. However, Sunset never managed to finish her statement before sleep took her.
“Flirting can wait until mor...”
The pair drifted to peaceful slumber upon the trails of their whispers.









Morning did arrive. They all slept in. Vacation time was still with them and with the lack of further family or friend events for today, the only motivation they had for activity was to show their warm beds how much they were appreciated. Doubly so in a house removed of all heat overnight without a warming fire.
As far as each was concerned, though, the fire they each built up within their insulating sheets was enough to keep them more than happy. When the parents lazily awoke, they found their positions had altered overnight. Twilight was now burying her face in the crook of Sunset’s neck and the redhead’s hands had moved down from the woman’s back to her rear. It was a pleasant sensation for Sunset to awake to. Even if she had thought upon returning to consciousness that she was squeezing the two delicious looking cinnamon buns she was about to eat for breakfast in her dream.
Well, at least they were still buns.
“Mmm, huh?” Twilight mumbled as she came into a half-awake state.
“You don’t mind do you?” Sunset whispered in her own still-sleepy state.
“Mmm,” Twilight began. “Go ahead-”
Sunset smiled. She decided right then that food could wait longer. She had an appetizer right here.
“-put the hay in the apple and eat the candle.”
Sunset froze.
What?
Twilight made some strange sound that could have been a giggle or snort. Then she appeared to be asleep again.
“Hey, Twilight...” Sunset tried rousing her from sleep once more. Of course she could just molest her wife in her sleep, but it wasn’t any fun that way. She liked seeing her wife’s reactions too. Intelligible and awake reactions and not unconscious ramblings of a sleep-drunk egghead.
Of course, “awake” was a loose term here since Sunset’s drowsy mind was still thinking of those cinnamon buns. If she were fully awake, she might have been thinking of more than a few sexual innuendos and fantasies to go along with the thoughts but, as she was now, the innuendos were still mixed with the literal meanings for legitimate food.
“Hey, Pancake,” Sunset roused her again with a nudge of her embrace.
“Hmm?” Twilight responded to that with a deeper waking breath and one lazily open eye.
“You answered to that?” Sunset asked herself more than her wife.
“Mmm ah mrgh,” Twilight mumbled again. “No more. One time...”
“Twice,” Sunset countered.
“I only used pancakes as a pillow once.”
“Twice,” the redhead repeated with a grin. The girl was a tad more awake now. Good. “You know, Twilight, just because you have an obsession with my girls, doesn’t mean I can’t like yours.”
Twilight gathered up enough consciousness and strength to lower herself back to her familiar pillows. “But they’re memory boobs.”
“What?” Sunset deadpanned, thinking her girl might not be awake after all.
“Like memory foam,” Twilight ginned like an idiot and then nuzzled the breasts and spoke muffled into her wife’s chest. “But memory boobs,” she giggled in the most derpy manner.
Sunset’s wanted to facepalm. “Oh no you don’t,” she argued. “I want my turn.”
“Hey,” Twilight complained when she was pulled from her heavenly shrine that was Sunset Shimmers’ breasts.
While she pulled Twilight up, Sunset simultaneously dove down beneath the top of the sheets. It was much hotter down there since air did not exchange as freely with the colder space of the room. The heat was bearable, though. Ever more so because of the divine cushions that awaited. Sunset’s heart melted and burst with excitement all at once. She had found it! The key to eternal happiness. And it had a name. “Muffins!”
“What about her?” Twilight cocked a brow in confusion.
“No, Twi,” Sunset giggled. “Not the girl. The girls. The rack.”
“The rack?”
“Yes, the rack. Of muffins,” Sunset repeated in all seriousness and then repeated the girl’s action from earlier in burying her face in her wife’s bosom. “Two muffins to be precise.”
Twilight shook her head but smiled and held Sunset lovingly to her. “Somehow, it feels like it’s been a while since you’ve been there like this.”
“Mmmm,” Sunset either agreed or simply enjoyed the soft warmth of the breasts. Her wife’s nightdress she wore was soft too, the warmed faux silk was thin enough not to detract from the shape of her preferred pillows. The trapped warmth of the thick fleece blanket enveloping them made for a perfect oven hot enough to simmer but not to burn. “You’ve added yeast.”
The middle-aged scientist stifled a laugh. It amazed her how long Sunset could go on with a theme of innuendo and still make enough sense to be understood. “They’ve only gotten a little bigger. Not much.”
“I’m no food critic,” Sunset looked up from between the mounds to match eyes with her woman, as Twilight often did. “But D is an amazing grade for these muffins.”
Twilight pursed her lips. “More like C plus. But I suppose that would give your cupcakes a score of...D minus?”
“Wait,” Sunset expression halted in confusion, “does plus mean larger or smaller?”
“Uh,” Twilight paused and turned quite serious. All joking now put on hold. “Wait. No, I’d have C minus then. But we’re going the wrong way on the grade scale if A plus is-”
Sunset wanted to facepalm again. “Can I just grope you in peace?”
That broke Twilight out of her ramblings of breast scale justifications for a moment. “But you were cuddling and nuzzling, not groping.”
Sunset brought both of her hands up and rectified that, with a satisfying aural response from her wife. “You were saying, muffin lady?”
“All this talk about food. Are we going to have breakfast?” Twilight stuck her tongue out.
“Already am,” Sunset gave a toothy grin and then came up to kiss her wife deeply on the lips.
Tasted like pancakes.