Rarity struggled to keep her eyes open as she created her newest masterpiece. The past week had been a marvelous but tiring struggle. The Cakes had been more than willing to give them alone time after the uhh... incident in the shop. Well, the adults had, the children thought it was a new form of peekaboo. However, after that night the parties had started. First the 'our first kiss' party. Then the 'we're an item' party. Explaining had at least been simple, most of her friends seemed to think she already went that way, though Twilight's request to write a research paper on all effects of friendship and... Well, that party had been the longest. Of course she had tried to attend every party Pinkie threw after that point, but how does one keep up with a pony that must have a built in sugar factory? She must have gained a good five pounds from the confectionaries alone, and her hooves ached from all the dancing.
Of course the worst thing was easily the wakeups. Four times in the last week she had woken up with Pinkie snuggled up to her in bed, usually in some strange contraption like a confetti shooting hat or an alarm clock wrist watch. One time she had stood in front of the window wearing fake pegasus wings. With the sun at her back she looked like the grim reaper... Fortunately she had just giggled at being tossed across the room wrapped in all Rarity's pillows, blankets, and top mattress. She really wouldn't have minded the wake ups, except she had laid traps so she wouldn't be started. She'd laid rattlers by the door, placed beads of string by all the windows, even covered every entrance with tape! And yet everytime, not a single trap had been triggered and yet the pink mare still got into her house!
It was... Well okay she did kind of enjoy waking up with the extra warmth, despite the excentric devices. But trying to explain to Pinkie why it was unrefined for the pink mare to keep sneaking into her bed at such a early point in the relationship was an exercise in futility. No matter how warm and snuggly she was.
Rarity quickly shook her head before staring at the blank tapestry. No! She needed to focus! She had a job to do, she'd even managed to get the night alone for some peace and quiet. And quiet was all she needed! She gently picked up the pen and began to draw once again... And soon crumbled the picture of Pinkie and tossed it away.
She was a professional. She had a job to do and she couldn't keep allowing herself to be distracted. She couldn't keep thinking of the way Pinkie's soft body felt molded to hers when they cuddled, or the way her lips moved when she was pouting, or the way her tail poofed up whenever Rarity showed her a new dessert that was all the rage in Canterlot, or the way she twitched and shuffled whenever she lied, or the way her eyes sparkled when- NO! Bad Rarity, bad!
She picked up the pen and stared at her work. Her blank work. She just needed some inspiration. That was all! Something to... Ah who was she kidding... She was lonely. She wanted her cotton candy mare... Maybe she should EEEK! "EEEK!" She nearly jumped out of her skin as something latched onto her from behind. "Pinkie! Where did you come from?"
"Pinkie sense." The cotton candy mare said as she nuzzled Rarity, nestling in close.
"I... I see. I was just... I have a lot of work to do and ummm..." She was never going to get her deadline filled...
"I'll be quiet! I don't mind as long as neither of us has to be lonely." Pinkie plopped down on the ground, nestled besides Rarity.
"Okay. That's fair..." She plopped down to nestle close to Pinkie as well. A small grin formed on her face. She did think this was quite nice. Her eyes went wide as inspiration struck, glancing at the mare besides her. The still, bottled energy, so alive... Her pens danced across the tapestry, pink, blue, even a little black. Soon the image was done and slid into a small folder. She would take it to canterlot tomorrow... But for now, she rested her head on her friend. Now she was kind of tired... And she had the perfect cushion.
"Rarity?"
"Yes, Pinkie?"
"When you go to Canterlot, can you drop off a letter to the princess?"
"Of course dear..." Rarity mumbled as she closed her eyes, listening to the heartbeat of her friend. It was quickly becoming her favorite way to drift off...
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Dear Princess Celestia,
This week I learned that even if you have something you're afraid other ponies won't like about you, you can always tell your friends. Even if you're scared or worried or upset and think they won't like you if you're not always feeling the same. Cause being a friend is about accepting all thingies that make you, you. And nothing will help make you yourself again, quite as well as a good friend.
PS. Also never wake any pony up with big pegasus wings outstretched. Apparently it can look pretty scary.
Celestia grinned as she read the note for the third time, sitting at her sister's bedside. It was about time for her to wake up anyway, and it wouldn't do for the moon to rise late. Slowly she spread her wings out...