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// Responsibilities 
// Story: Her Warmth 
// by EileenSaysHi 
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Twilight awoke to the sight of a shadow looming over her.

“Gaaah!” She jumped, dislodging the bedsheets in the process, and instinctively started to fumble on the nightstand for her glasses. It took a few moments for her brain to catch up with her, and she realized the figure was holding them out for her to grab.

“Morning,” it said. Twilight couldn’t yet see the smirk on its face, but she knew it was there.

“Morning,” Twilight replied in kind as she accepted and put on her glasses, Sunset’s disheveled-yet-lovely morning appearance coming into focus. “Why are you out of bed?”

Sunset beamed. “I was making something for you.” She motioned to the dresser, where a big stack of pancakes, two mugs, and a pot of coffee sat.

“Oh, oh wow,” Twilight said. She gave Sunset a cheeky grin. “You cook now?”

“Hey, give me some credit. Every now and then I remember the communal apartment kitchen exists.”

“Can’t believe you left me in the middle of a snuggle,” Twilight giggled. “You didn’t break your microwave, did you?”

Sunset scoffed as she picked up one of the mugs. “No, I did not break the microwave. Can you not accept that I’m capable of a romantic gesture like breakfast in bed?”

“I’m teasing! It’s just a little surprising!”

Sunset flashed a smile at her as she began to pour the coffee. “I’m teasing too, smarty-pants. But yeah, I thought it’d be worth breaking our cuddle early to make something special for you like this. Especially when I owe you for last night.”

Twilight shook her head. “Sunset, you don’t owe me for cuddles or comfort. That’s what I’m here for. It’s like, Girlfriend Responsibility #1.”

“And Girlfriend Responsibility #2 is to make sure your girlfriend is properly rewarded for making a stressful night’s sleep into something wonderful. Please, Twilight, let me have this.”

“Alright…” Twilight smiled back as Sunset brought the mug and the plate of enormous pancakes over to her, setting them down beside her legs. Sunset leaned forward and planted a kiss on Twilight’s forehead, before walking off to pour her own coffee as Twilight’s heart did a flip.

“Th-thanks, Sunset.”

Sunset simply gave her another warm look before setting the pot back down, then ambled back to her side of the bed and climbed under the covers as Twilight slowly regained her senses. “Careful with the coffee, though. I like this comforter.”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to scoff as she placed the coffee on the nightstand. “Oh, is that why there’s no syrup on these pancakes?”

Sunset rolled her eyes and tousled Twilight’s hair. “You’ll live.”

“I mean I guess I can survive a mere four-star meal I’m getting for free and in bed… and sharing with the most beautiful girl in the world…”

“I’ll hold back on my customary objections to that title. And what do you mean sharing? You’re not going to eat all four of those?” Sunset gasped in mock-offense.

“These are huge, Sunset! Where would they even fit?” She laughed. “Also, did you grab any silverware for us?”

Sunset’s eyes widened. “Crud. I can go and–”

Twilight turned and threw her upper body onto Sunset, wrapping her warm body in a tight hug. “No. You stay here. We’ll just tear these apart like animals, and it will be adorable, because everything you do is adorable, and apparently you think the same thing about me for some reason.”

Sunset giggled and returned the hug. “That’s only because it’s completely and totally true.”

Twilight looked up into Sunset’s shimmering eyes. Those eyes that she wanted to have beside her every morning, to keep forever to herself, that made her curse the knowledge that soon they’d be separated once more, that made her cling on to every last moment for dear life.

And then she pressed her lips to hers.

She felt Sunset’s body tremble as her own lips pressed back. Their hands pushed in on each other, shifting them closer. Twilight could sense her love’s racing heartbeat, could hear her muffled whimper, and, as they slowly drew their heads back, could feel her rapid breaths.

“Twi,” she mumbled, “the food… the food will get cold.”

“You did say the microwave still works, right?”

“Yeah…”

Twilight gently slipped her legs past the plate and positioned herself fully before Sunset. “Then I think we’ll be fine.”

And as she leaned into her warmth again, it faintly occurred to Twilight that it wasn’t scientifically possible to stretch an instant out forever. But that wasn’t going to stop her from trying.

She also hoped Spike had kept his earmuffs on.