I woke up the next day, or so I thought, with an extreme case of the chills. The jazz club was quiet and empty and a slight cool breeze swept through the room. I shivered like a wet dog, as I laid on the carpeted floor. I tried to get up, but a forced held me down. My coldness slowly swept away as a source from behind me warmed my body. I turned over and noticed Rarity moved and had cuddled up with me late last night. Her grasp around my waste radiated heat and made the moment ever so cozy. I had to get up and walk off my hangover, those shots last night didn't help.
As I slowly lifted, she pulled me backed down on the floor and embraced my arms again, this time squeezing a bit harder. I became flustered at her sudden change of mind. I again tried getting up, and this time succeeding. She mumbled a bit and turned over, falling back asleep. My head pounded and throbbed from the soberness. A terrible sickness ran through my body and a surge of pain came from my feet up when I stretched.
"Where are you going?" Rarity yawned, getting back up. "Not leaving, I hope." She smiled warmly.
"Well uh- I- um.. what?" I dazed.
"Why did we sleep here last night?"
"Oh, uh, I had no clue where you lived."
"Why didn't you wake me up then?"
"You looked so peaceful." I smiled.
"Aw, that's so sweet." Her words made me blush again. She got up and kissed my cheek, which made my dry drunkenness wash away in happiness. It was like being with an angle.
"C'mon, lets go out for breakfast."
The END!
This was a very short story to express my love for jazz and Rarity :P Twilight is still best pony though. Please do comment and rate. If I get enough feedback, there might be a run-up in the wake ahead.