4. Not Of This Earth -- Robbie Williams
Shining looked down at Cadence’s sleeping face and wondered how the hell he ever got so lucky. The cloud beneath them was soft and pliant, though thankfully they didn’t fall through it. He had to remember to thank Twiley for the spell later. Her letter, delivered via Dragon Express and Very Amused Sun Princess, had made him blush when he collected it, but its contents were worth it.
The sky lightened to dawn colours around them. His wings would last a few more hours, he reckoned, but right now he didn’t care whether they evaporated and he was stranded up here, as long as he was stranded with Cadence.
She shifted slighty and murmured something inaudible into his stomach. He was apparently a comfortable pillow, since she had fallen asleep easily after their flight. His aching shoulder were nothing compared with the sense of supreme contentment that kept him awake. He could watch her sleep for hours.
He frowned. Creepy thought. Stop having thoughts that make you sound like a stalker, idiot.
What the heck did a pony like Caadence see in a schmuck like him? His pedigree wasn’t exactly stellar and his career prospects, while good, weren’t exactly princess-worthy. She had seen him as a tongue-tied colt with a wobbly, still-breaking voice, for Celestia’s sake!
Cadence smiled in her sleep. “Shi … ning …” she murmured.
His heart swelled. Whatever she saw, he was glad she, at least, saw it.