//------------------------------// // A Peaceful Evening // Story: We're Going To Make It // by Writer12577 //------------------------------// Lyra was sitting still in the cozy armchair Bon Bon had bought her a couple of days ago, as a pre-birthday present. It still felt amazing and Lyra felt like she was the happiest mare on the whole planet, for having both the most incredible, heavenly armchair in the world, and the best, kindest and absolutely most beautiful marefriend in the world. Life was starting to feel close to perfection as she was able to peacefully enjoy the calm evening and the presence of her special somepony. Bon Bon was lying on the couch across the room, eyes locked on Lyra’s. It was a late-summer afternoon, so the attic was just perfectly warm for the mares to spend some time in. The city was starting to get silent, even the last stands on the marketplace getting closed for the arriving night and the owners of them heading to their own safe and cozy homes to enjoy the afternoon with their loved ones, just like Lyra and Bon Bon were doing. Lyra adjusted her position a little as she felt her left hind hoof get a bit numb. That was one of the downsides in her style of sitting, the style everypony always found something to complain or note about. Everypony but Bon Bon. Bon Bon, of course, saw this and decided to take immediate action. “Enjoying the new chair?” Bon Bon asked for the umpteenth time. Most ponies would have gotten rather upset by now, but Lyra just couldn’t possibly be mad at her beloved. She just simply smiled and said: “Like I told you the last twenty times, it’s absolutely amazing, but not as amazing as you are.” This simple sentence had the same effect every time. It made Lyra wonder how she could be so cheesy and it made Bon Bon get that cute little hint of red on her cheeks. Bon Bon had always been a sucker for Lyra’s compliments. “Aww shucks, Lyra, you’re at least twice as amazing as I am. I mean come on; you play the lyre like a pro and can do such impressive magical tricks. I’m just a plain ol’ candy maker who has nothing else to do than sit on a sofa and bake candies hardly nopony ever buys…” Bon Bon answered, both the look on her face and the tone of her voice gaining hints of arriving depression when she finished the sentence. Lyra knew that this was not good; she knew that she would have to cheer her love up a bit. “Aww, come on Bons, you’re not a plain ol’ candy maker. You’re the best damn candy maker in the whole town! Remember that stuck-up snob trying to set up his candy business here? He went bankrupt in a week because everypony bought their candy from you. And why did they buy it from you? Because it’s the best candy in the whole world! No Canterlot born-and-raised snob can beat it,” she said, trying her best to turn that small start of a frown upside-down. But it wasn’t being too effective. Lyra knew that this called for some harder methods. She got up from her chair, which on its own seemed to amaze Bon Bon, and started walking towards the cream-colored mare. As soon as she got close, she extended a hoof and pulled the mare closer, facing no form of struggle or refusal. When she could smell the breath of the mare in her grip, a breath with the slight scent of creamy taffy, she quickly locked her lips with Bon Bon’s and let the amazing feeling take over. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, and when they finally pulled out from the kiss, she could see Bon Bon’s eyes starting to tear up. “Thank you, Lyra. You’re amazing,” Bon Bon said, the tears of pure happiness now taking completely over. Lyra embraced the mare in a warm hug and held her there for a while. If there was something she was good at, it was making Bon Bon feel better. The hug seemed to last forever, as well, but soon, maybe too soon, it was over and Bon Bon was once again standing on her own hooves without any support, neither physical nor mental, from Lyra. “So, Bons, what would you say about a nice cup of tea and some of those rather delicious taffy squares of yours? The sun is starting its set and I’d love to watch it with a cup of tea, some tasty taffy and a beautiful mare cuddled next to me,” Lyra said, silently hoping for Bon Bon to say yes, deep in her mind knowing that she would. “That sounds like a splendid idea, Lyra. Why don’t you handle the tea while I make sure the taffy is top-class?” Bon Bon answered with a lot happier look than just minutes ago. “Suits me. The tea should be ready in ten minutes, feel free to start watching the show without me if you’re faster than me,” Lyra said before dashing down the stairs to the ground floor where the store, the bakery and the kitchen were located, Bon Bon following soon after her. Once downstairs, they parted ways as the kitchen was apart from the bakery where Bon Bon both made and stored the treats. Lyra went to the large kitchen of the house and started digging for the antique kettle Bon Bon had inherited from her mother. She had said that it was a valuable heirloom that had been in her family ever since her great-great-great-something-like-that-grandmother had acquired it during the times of the Lunar Rebellion. The look of it pretty much confirmed that fact. It had carvings of Luna in her corrupt form and some of the Rebellion’s slogans either carved or written into it. Bon Bon was not ashamed by the fact that her family-member had been on Luna’s side on the civil war, and Lyra found that to be a good thing. Nopony should be ashamed of his or her history. Lyra filled the kettle with water from the sink and put it on the stove to heat up. In the meantime, she started to go through the layers of teabags to find something that would suit her needs. After finding loads of regular, unflavoured ones, she found one with a rather interesting flavour: lotus. It seemed exotic enough for her. Just as she closed the lid of the teabag container and put it back to the shelf where it belonged, she could hear the kettle letting out the high-pitched whistle, informing everypony in the house that the tea was ready. Lyra quickly trotted over to the kettle and lifted it off from the stove. She placed it on the counter, opened the lid, let the extra steam get out and dropped the teabag in. She let it be for a few minutes and fished it out, careful not to ruin the flavour of the tea by dipping one of her hooves into it. She managed to pull the bag out by the string it was hanging from and placed it into the trashcan next to the stove. She tried smelling the tea, managing to get a hint of the aroma of the sweet liquid in the kettle. She held onto that aroma, trying to absorb every single bit of it. As soon as she could not smell it anymore, she put the kettle on the tray waiting on the counter, pulled out two decorated porcelain cups from the cupboard and placed them next to the kettle. She took a final look at it before approving the simple setting, took a good grip of the tray with her magic and started heading upstairs. Judging by the fact that the lights of the bakery were off, Bon Bon had been faster than her. That didn’t really bother her; the most important thing was that she was going to spend another beautiful night with that wonderful mare. Soon she arrived at the top of the stairs and the scenery of the small attic room opened in front of her. On the other side of the room was Bon Bon, looking at the distant sunset, a bowl of fresh taffy next to her. Lyra walked close to the relaxed mare before putting the tray down next to the bowl of taffy and lying down next to Bon Bon. They shared a look and Lyra spoke up. “I took the right to choose a different flavour of tea this time. Lotus, it seemed rather exotic. Want to have a taste?” she said and lifted the kettle up with her magic. “Yes, please,” Bon Bon answered with a smile and Lyra poured her some tea. She then proceeded to pour herself some, too, and placed the kettle down. After the kettle was safely back on the tray, Lyra just couldn’t wait. She levitated the cup of tea over to her mouth and took a small sip, immediately tasting the incredible, sweet and exotic taste of the lotus on her tongue. The tea was still quite hot, but it didn’t matter. The feeling was heavenly. Lyra could see Bon Bon also take the first sip and, judging by the amazed look on her face, she experienced the same sensation as the tea made its way down her throat. “So, how is it?” Lyra asked before grabbing a taffy square from the bowl and placing it in her mouth, the always-so-amazing, sweet taste of it mixing together with the last remains of the lotus-flavour, creating yet another sensational mixture of flavours. “It’s amazing! I’ve never tasted anything like that before,” Bon Bon answered with an excited tone. Lyra smiled silently. The tea had been a success. “Well, how are the taffy squares?” Bon Bon added, catching Lyra off-guard and a mouth full of sticky taffy. Lyra struggled for a bit, swallowing the rest of the taffy before providing Bon Bon with a reply. “As amazing as always,” she happily declared, causing her marefriend to blush once again. There was kind of an awkward silence after that, both mares staring into nothingness, but Lyra was a master at breaking those. “Let us enjoy the amazing show provided to us by nature, eh?” she asked, getting a nod in reply. Without a word she snuck closer to Bon Bon, and didn’t stop before she could feel the warmth of the mare. She then turned her gaze towards the window, where the sun was painting the landscape orange and where the stars and the moon were slowly starting to get more and more visible. They stayed like that for an eternity until both mares fell asleep, happier than they had ever been.