Jasmine Leaf snuggled up into the covers, seeking the warmth that radiated from them. Her limbs were entangled with another pony's, one familiar to her, one she didn't want to ever separate from. Jasmine pulled the other mare closer. She felt how her muzzle dove into the other's coat, how the fur tickled her nose. It was as if she were nuzzling a cloud; a cloud made of sweet, sugary confections.
It felt like a dream. Here, Jasmine felt like she was where she belonged: Eternally in her beloved's embrace. Basking in each other’s warmth, doting each other's brows in tender pecks, filling each other's ears with soft, playful giggles.
Jasmine opened her eyes, finding the visage of her lover before her. She smiled and craned her head in, bumping her nose to Biscuit’s in a tender, soft eskimo kiss that caused their muzzles to scrunch and wrinkle slightly.
Her legs tangled with Biscuit’s, each other holding the other one close and dear. They shuffled under the covers as if trying to bring themselves closer, entangling fore and hind legs in a hold neither of them wanted to let go of.
Biscuit smiled, and so did Jasmine. They both sighed happily, looking into each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” said Biscuit, brushing a hoof across Jasmine’s mane.
“I love you too,” replied Jasmine, running a hoof down her lover’s side.
They both closed their eyes and pressed their foreheads against one another, Biscuit being mindful of her horn as they nuzzled and embraced each other.