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// Chapter One 
// Story: A silent Good-Night 
// by LittleDreamyCat 
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She slowly closed the door behind herself. It was pitch black, but her memory told her, where everything way. Next to the door on the right was a little table that he used to write his novels. He was a great author. The last bit of light, streaming through the closed window told her that there was the white flower in the blue vase that she gifted him for his new bestseller.

She slowly went up to the bed and heard him breathing. In and out. In and out, just like waves streaming on a beach at night.

The rain was falling onto the roof window, making a relaxing sound that made her skin crawl in lust of laying down next to the warm body between the sheets. Yet she kept looking around, calling back the memory of when she just took a little peek into this room.

The bookshelf on the opposite side of the bed was big and heavy, filled with books about mostly everything you’d want to know. She knew, one of these books was the one she gifted to him for his birthday a few days ago. She looked to one of the seemingly empty walls but she knew it wasn’t. A few posters were pinned to its surface like a dress on a mare, decorating it. She lay her hooves on her lips, gently touching them as she turned around to the bed with the sleeping stallion facing away from her.

‘Should I..?’ she thought to herself. A soft voice whispered into her ear Just do it. And so she moved towards the bed, putting one hoove on it and slowly pulling herself up. It was quite high for the short mare. She lay there next to him and when he turned around she got to look at his handsome face. His eyes, these thoughtful eyes that always seemed so lost in memory and other worlds, were still closed. He felt her presence and finally opened them.
Even though normal stallions would say something like: didn’t you say you’d stay on the couch? He stayed quiet, the mare he knew for so short, laying there, looking him back into the eyes. He returned that look to her sweet face that was only slightly lit up by the moonlight.

He still did not break the sound of the rain dripping onto the window when she lifted up the sheet that was placed on top of his body, covering and warming him. The cold wasn’t there, it had been a warm night and so he did not bother at all.
For some reason he neither did bother when she was slowly pulling herself up. He turned around on his back, facing her. She did not smile, he neither, but the atmosphere was soft like a pillow of clouds.

‘Are you afraid of thunder?’ her eyes asked silent when lightning reflected in them. She stood there, still and cold but something warm went up his belly.

He looked down, seeing, in the light of another lightning, that she put her right hoove on his belly, gently petting it. It felt good and calming. He closed his eyes halfway, still looking at her hooves, rubbing his belly like it had been hurt and she tried to heal it with this gentle touch.

Her lips touched his cheek as she leaned in, kissing it once without making a noise. She knew that he loves silence, that was why he enjoyed her quiet voice that was always so soft like a cloud put in words.

A thunder rolled over the house as she kept kissing his cheek, slowly going down to his neck. She stopped kissing and went over to nibble his neck a bit. He shivered under his coat and he could see her lips smiling a bit more even though it was dark as night.

She went over to gently lick his chin, going further up to his ear. He twitched with it and she touched it with her nose, breathing in a bit like a soft breeze petting it. Her look stayed on his eyes for a while longer and she smiled gently at him.

She pulled her back hooves closer to his hips, lay down a bit more until her chest was touching his with the tip of her fur. She lay her right hoove on his chest, going up and down with it gently. Her coat touching his told him that she was moving her whole body with it while she kept kissing and nibbling his cheek, neck and chest.
He blushed under his dark coat when she slowly went further down with her hoove. He did not know what to expect, how far she would go. But she did not do anything as long as he didn’t send her a sign that it was good this way.

She lifted up her head, looked at his face and kissed his eye, then the other. Gently as always, like the kiss of a butterfly’s wing. Her nose touched his and a crawling feeling went down from his nose. He lifted himself a bit out of the pillows until his lips touched hers. She replied the kiss, came closer and he lay down again. She held his head with one hoove, petting his cheek.

He closely listened to the rain. It somehow reminded him more of waves… A beach… He felt the warmth of the sun, heard the water, coming in and out, hitting the beach and back. One wave after another. Memories fasting forward, the waves grew up and splashed down at the beach, breaking in and out. Showing how free they were and still captured in one place. The beachwas wonderful, just like… like that one mare… that one mare he met at the beach. And there she was, right there, he just had to open his eyes! Open your eyes!

He soughed and opened his eyes. And yes, there she was, right in front of him. Another lightning showed him her soft smile upon her lips. He smiled back. She got up and out of bed. She went to the door and turned around. He didn’t break the soundtrack of this stormy night. She just turned around, nodded once in a silent Good-Night.