//------------------------------// // Chapter Three // Story: A silent Good-Night // by LittleDreamyCat //------------------------------// The feather glided over the parchment, leaving an ink blue line where it touched the white material. The feather was a phoenix feather which meant, it lasted forever. He won this feather at a story contest when he was a young colt. The mare’s head lie on the table, her eyes closed and her ears listening to the scratching sound of the feather’s ink soaked tip on the not so blank paper. She wondered what he wrote but she neither dares asking nor breaking the silence that lay upon the room and made the soft atmosphere that was floating between the two since some time. She opened her eyes, looking at the nearly dead flower in the blue vase. She might replace it when he was off to get something to eat. She lived here for quite a while now. Her flat was on the opposite side of the hallway in the big skyscraper of Manehatten. A stallion like him was very rare and it was a special honor knowing him for such a simple city pony like her. She fell in love with his soundless voice when she first read his book called “When the sun sets”. She always wanted to meet him when she was a bit younger but did not expect to see it actually happen. And she’d never imagine having it end out like this. An ending that took its time. She felt part of a greater story, as if she could hear her thoughts from the outside. She blinked, staring into the flame of the candle that stood next to the vase. Its wax already made little white spots on the table. She loved the smell of the burning candle, like a bonfire outside, roasting some s’mores while looking at the stars. The first time she smelled this candle her senses drove her inside this room and she found herself quite embarrassed when he found her sneaking around his room. Still she wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t throw her out back then. Instead he invited her to stay over the night due to the lack of light in all of the apartments and he had a lot of candles yet he refused to sell her some. She accepted thankfully, not expecting to stay some more nights. She blinked again and saw the flame turning into a sunrise. The way around it turned into the sea. The table became sand and she stood there on the beach. She remembered bumping into a large stallion to whom she apologized many times, helping him up. Then she realized whom she just met. Back then she was a different pony. This time… she was more thoughtful, more careful for what she did and cared more for the way she said things. And all of that because of one stallion. The one sitting next to her, holding a feather over the parchment lost in a story he promised that she would be the first to read. She closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath. He heard it and turned his head towards her. His smile made her cheeks blush and he had to smile even wider. His look lay softly upon her face, he let the feather down and touched her cheek, petting it with care. Once again she closed her eyes and enjoyed to feel his touch on her coat. She took his hoove and kissed it. She saw that her lipstick left a little mark on it and she had to giggle as she tried to clean it. She sat up, keeping an eye on his strong muscles under his thin body. She went closer to it with her nose, softly touching it, breathing into his coat. Kissing his shoulders, his neck and when she got his attention also his lips. He stood up, blew the candle out, which left a smell that was simply to die for. He lifted her up into his hooves, carrying her into his bed where he lay her down, gently taking off the dress she wore at the gala and still hadn’t taken off. She opened the buttons on his tuxedo, one after another, listening to the sound they made. Both finally undressed, him lying on top of her, starting to kiss her gently all over her body. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the feeling and opened her mouth a bit. His kisses became more and more passionate. She lay her hooves on his back, pulling him in, wrapping her hooves closer around him, leaving him still a bit room to move. He looked at her, the rising moon reflected in his eyes before he closed them and kissed her lips with all his love. Her body shivered as he started moving and kissing her so passionate that she thought her heart would burst out of her chest. She did not mind at all that his tongue was leading the moves of hers, she actually enjoyed giving away herself to him, leaving her body and fate under his control, his movement showing her the strength, love and passion that streamed through his veins with every single heartbeat. Loving each other the two ponies enjoyed their night together while outside the moon kept rising in a silent Good-Night.