Memories bring color to life, no matter how dull the present is.
I know what I'm gonna do today.
With that said, I planned out a mental schedule that includes fire and attempts to burn her. I will burn her. It kinda sounds like what a crazed psychopath would say, but I am sane and I will remain as such. I'll try not to get carried away with the whole "burn the smoking mare" scheme, or else I might burn the whole house down to ashes. I'll be subtle, yet promising. Otherwise, she might think I'm a murderous killer and never talk to me ever again. I don't want that to happen.
The scent of lavenders filled my nostrils once more when Flare turned to face the window, the same one I'm facing, and with her magic, she folded the curtains, letting Celestia's early blessing shine on the whole room. It's still really early for the sun to get past through the sun roof and its rays aren't that bright just yet.
Dawn has just begun, so the time must be around five in the morning. Five o' clock is too early for a day of doing nothing but staying beside Flare. Perhaps I'll continue writing on my manuscript. I am a writer after all and it is my job to inspire the readers and interact with them through the written art.
She quickly turned to me and gave herself a little push. In an instant, our lips met as a form of saying "Good morning" to me. I greeted her in the same manner.
A moment of bliss ended when we slowly broke away from our kiss, but our intimate embrace still remains. Her hooves start to get restless. With a mischievous smirk planted on her face, she grabbed my sides and pushed me to break our hug. I rolled on the bed with my back laid flat. She lays her hoof on my belly. Soft movements of her hoof rubbing me reminds me of when I was young and my mother would rub my belly when I can't sleep. It feels so nice, I could just drift to sweet slumber.
"You really fell for it," she said with an impish grin.
What does she mean by that?
Her other hoof joined and both of them begin to—
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," I laughed aloud as she tickles the only part where it is possible – my belly.
"Told you," a silly grin stuck to her face as she constrained one of my hoof with her neck.
"STAHP!" I said as my plea was mixed with a cornucopia of laughter, making it barely understandable.
All the tiny movements that tingle every part of my body gave me no choice but laugh. I threw my hind legs in an attempt to stop the pleasurable torture, but it was a losing battle. I did fell for it though. I forgot that my only weakness is situated on my belly. Rubbing it cause me to fall asleep. Tickling it would make me laugh to my heart's content. What could happen if she does something more?
I'll let my body decide.
Her hooves stopped and my arousing torture was cut short. Finally, I took the time to catch my breath. I wiped the tears formed from laughing so hard with my free hoof.
Wait a minute, I just realized something. Her head is on my hoof. Why does it have the freedom to move without physical constraints? Where did she go?
I opened my eyes and saw a yellow blob. The tears slowly dried and my vision went vivid. I saw Flare laid between my legs in front of me. Her hooves still rest on my belly. I looked down to see a pair of emeralds wide open and a pair of rosy cheeks. In the middle of the adorable features is a more adorable detail – her innocent and natural smile.
She seemed sound asleep. The rising and falling of my belly matched with my steady heartbeat is a lullaby to her. The obvious ensued; I close my eyes to do the same. I can feel her tiny movements and her soft breaths amplified as I focus on what I feel around me. The cloud-like bed, the plump pillows that envelop the couple inside, and the sheet of silk over us.
I don't want to leave this bed.
I woke up after what seemed like two hours of slumber. Oversleeping is not in my field of interest, but the lazy atmosphere is really contagious. I tilted my head to face the window at my right. Sunrise strikes me head-on as a warm yellow tint hits my face, causing my eyes to squint. I face back to the yellow pony on top of me.
"Hi!" Flare greeted me as she draws circles with her hoof.
"Good morning," I greeted in the same manner as well, making her blush lightly.
She is resting in between my hind legs, tilted sideways. The sight of her being adorable makes me want to faint, but given the possibilities of her being worried about me, I should probably stay conscious. Come on, don't pass out.
She looked up and our eyes met.
"Are you okay?" she cooed with bright red cheeks.
"Why? Did I make you worry?"
"No, it's not that. I-It's..." her words were cut off as she stopped and hid her face under the sheets.
I placed my hoof on top of her head, but a white sheet keeps me from caressing her mane. I slide it off, but not to its entirety. All I did was to reveal her shy face up to her horn. Her cheeks lit up to a bright red. She pouts as I stare into her pleading eyes, wanting to be cuddled. I took off the sheet that masked her head in toto a few moments before. As we stare at each other's eyes for a small eternity, I was encompassed by her half-lidded gaze.
Until a sound broke the silence.
Flare let out a loud grumble, not from her mouth but from her abdomen. The two sets of eyes widened as the strange sound mildly startled us. Then the bright red form her cheeks grew to her whole face. Her ensued embarrassment led her to cover her head with the sheet from before. Although she hid her adorableness from my field of vision, she still continued to do so. As she draws circles with her hoof on my chest, I simply melt away as her gentle touch immobilized me to where I lay.
"So," I said to break the palpable awkward atmosphere. She stopped her hoof-drawing and tilted her head slightly towards the source.
"Wanna grab something to eat?" I rubbed the back of my head with a hoof, waiting for a response. Instead of a word, she sprang out of bed and trotted happily to the door, bringing the white blanket with her. I went straight to the door, opening it with a flick on the knob. With a swift swing, the door went widely ajar. With a chivalrous gesture, I motioned her to go first. This act made her grin sheepishly.
It's a good thing we're alone.
"Do you have some sugar?"
"Yeah, I have some sugar cubes."
"Awesome."
I opened the small jar on the center of the table. Sitting beside it is Flare, holding a steaming cup of coffee. Beside her is me, holding another cup of coffee. One of the cubes were enveloped in an orange glow – the same on her horn. It flew and gently landed to her cup. I don't actually use sugar lumps. I'm the kind of pony who likes coffee as they were – black and bitter.
"You know, I didn't notice the jar before you opened," she said as she stirs the coffee with a disembodied moving spoon, dissolving the sugar to the liquid.
"Well you would've taken a good look at where you are. Otherwise, you can be in serious trouble," I advised her with a caring tone.
"Yeah, mom," she jokingly replied with a sheepish grin stuck on her face. I can't help but giggle a little.
I put the cup down, got up and trotted to the kitchen. A short journey after, I reached for the cupboards. I seek for a pair of candles and a matchbox. In record time, I grabbed all of them and trotted back to the table.
I placed one of the candles on Flare's side of the table and the other on mine. I held the box of matched as I sat opposite of her.
"How 'bout we play a game?" I asked her while she sips the last of her coffee.
She stares at her empty cup; her expression blank. I waited for her to respond, but I don't want to ruin her moment.
A small eternity had passed, her mind snapped and went back to Equestria, putting her cup down.
"Sure. What'll it be?"
I point at the candle in front of her and said, "The pony who lights the candle the fastest wins."
She points her horn at the candle, ready for her to cast a spell. I have the matchbox on my left hoof and a matchstick at my right.
"Three," I said while staring at the candle.
"Two," she said, looking awfully calm.
"One," I said as I neared the match to its match.
"Go!" we shouted in unison.