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// Somewhere Other Than The Night (Fluttermac) 
// Story: Waxing Lyrical 
// by Imperator Chiashi Zane 
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Macintosh Apple sighed as he looked up at the sky. The weather calendar had called for a light rain later today. It was early, again. Perhaps he should have his sister talk to the weather manager again. Perhaps not. In any case, there was no point to staying out in it to try and harvest anything, good way to get a cold actually. Another low sigh and he turned back to the farm house sitting at the edge of the field. He took his time, not really in a hurry to get back inside, but not wanting to get caught in the wet. 
As the rain started slapping down on the roof, he pushed open the door and half-stomped in, shaking the damp dirt from his hooves and fetlocks before letting the door shut roughly. “Damn Rainbow Dash...Whole day wasted.” Then he looked up. Fluttershy, his beautiful pegasus wife was standing in the kitchen, wearing a pure white apron. Looking at him with a look that was almost suspicious. Her eyes slid up to the window for a second before meeting his.

As smiles lit up their faces, he knew what she wanted. Something that his often busy schedule had prevented. The large stallion trotted over to her and raised his foreleg, “Would the lady care to dance?” Some of Rarity’s training had sunken in over the years the two had known the alabaster mare, and he managed to not fumble any steps until the end. Or at least, his fumble made it the end, shaking the whole building when the two landed on the floor in a tangle of limbs and hair.

She had already made a lunch to take to him in the field, but since he wasn’t out there, the couple moved to the front porch and climbed into the swing, her sitting on his legs, hand feeding him his lunch as they gently swayed back and forth. Though he tried to hide it, she saw the tears forming at the edges of his eyes. He had longed for the same contact she had. The touch of another, without the need for sleep.

That was where they were found the next morning, still curled up on the bench, by Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Breakfast followed, Fluttershy’s amazing pancakes, and a hint of a smile on his sister’s face told Macintosh that there was probably something a little more than just a scheduling error behind yesterday’s storm. He nodded to the cyan mare and smiled lightly.