I made sweetie bells favorite salad. I knew she would be starved when she got back, and I was right, she had missed lunch, I made her an extra-large salad. She ate her salad in haste and went straight to her room. I stopped Fedorian before he could follow.
“My threat from last night still stands, if you touch her, you’re a dead pony.”
“I know, and if I wanted to touch her, I would have done it when I was out. I don’t want her like that, trust me.”
“Ok, fine. And tomorrow remember to get her lunch.”
“I will.” And he walked into Sweetie bells room “what story should I tell you tonight?” then the door closed and I could only hear dull mumbling.
I went to my own room, still worried that he might try something, but not as much as last night. I went to sleep a bit easier, too. My dream that night wasn’t anything special, just the normal dream. I was designing dresses, sewing, folding, and cutting. But then I noticed that Fedorian was helping. He wasn’t half bad, but I was still better, he was obviously out of practice, he knew what he was doing, just not as well as me. I helped him with a sewing pattern he just couldn’t get right. Then our hooves touched while we were reaching for the fabric cutter. I noticed I didn’t use my magic, why? But I turned to look at what I was grabbing instead of the sharp tool. It was his hoof, as I said before, I looked up at him, he looked up at me. We looked into each other’s eyes for several seconds, my heart started beating faster, my legs got a bit weak, then we kissed. I don’t know why, but it felt good. I woke up in excitement, I then realized it was just a dream; I thanked Celestia but cursed Luna. I know I shouldn’t curse the princess of the night, but she sent me that dream and I didn’t appreciate it. I went downstairs and like yesterday they were making breakfast.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“I slept great, I think Fedorian had a harder time though, he woke in the middle of the night saying something about you.”
“Is that so?” I wonder what kind of dream he had.
“Yeah, it was nothing.” he assured us.
“If it was about me I doubt it was nothing, especially if it woke you up.”
“You wouldn’t want to know.” he looked down to the meal.
“Oh, but I do.” He was avoiding me, trying to rub it off as nothing.
“Fine, I had a dream about you, happy? I’ve had feelings ever since I first met you. you were by far the most beautifly refined pony I had met yet, everypony else either didn’t care for proper greetings or didn’t know about fashion, but you, you were just beautiful and nice, you let me stay here when I had nothing to offer but my services, you helped me in a jam, and I know that sounds like puppy-love but to me it makes all the difference. You even let me sleep with your sister when I asked. Now where I come from that would earn you a slap in the face and a good scolding. I don’t know about you but you are the best thing that has happened to me since I got here, I don’t know where I would be if not for you.”
I was absolutely shocked, this pony had feelings for me, he was putting his entire relationship with me on the line, I like a guy with courage, but this was borderline foolishness. I didn’t know what to do or say, my mouth hung open slightly. He stepped closer to me, we were mere inches apart.
“I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I really like you. If you don’t I will leave now and never bother you again, I'm sure that’s what you would want. But please, at least give me a- hmmph!” I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
When it ended I said “I feel the same way, but I would like to know you before we go any further.”
He was obviously as dazed as I was, if not more so. But he said “sure, ok.”
“Great, now let’s talk.” I noticed that sweetie bell was still in the room, her face screwed up and scowling.
“That was icky. Why would you do that sis?”
“Because I wanted him to shut up.” I smiled at him, he smirked back “and it worked.”
“It’s still gross.”
“Grow up.”
“I am grown up!” she stood a little taller.
“Then show it.” I teased.
“Fine, come here, Fed.”
“Watcha need?” he stood next to her.
She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“See, I'm grown up.”
“Doesn’t count, it was on the cheek, and don’t even think about pulling that on Fed, he’s mine.” I grabbed his foreleg and pulled him over to me.
“Grrr, fine.” She jumped off of the chair and stomped off to the living room.
“Now, let’s talk, get to know each other. What’s your favorite clothing style?”
“Stiff, business, and suits, specifically the fedora, that’s where I got my name.”
“I see, but you didn’t have a fedora when you got here, and you haven’t asked me for one, why, if you like them so much why haven’t you tried to obtain one?”
“That’s not nice, I had already gotten a new suit, and I was taught to make the best of what you got and not whine about what you don’t. I would appreciate it if I could get one though.”
“One minute.” I went to the back and started to rummage through my many hats, I found a nice crisp black fedora and brought it back “how’s this?”
“This is great.” He put it on “it fits perfect. How do I look?” he made a pose while touching his hat with his hoof, bending it to a stylish position, he looked like a model.
“You look great.”
“What about you, what’s your style?”
“I don’t really have a style, just regal dresses. I do typically use many gems and jewels in my work. Is that a style?”
“It’s good enough for me.” He kissed me on the cheek then gave me a hug; we sat there for several minutes.
"we should probably eat breakfast before it gets cold." I nodded.
The day continued like normal: Fed left a little while later with Sweetie and came back with her laughing and jumping happily. We had dinner and they told me about their day. They had lunch this time and even a snack. He was doing better and learning more along his way. Sweetie had tried to give Fed a kiss all day now and every time he would stop her and she would get all pouty, not being able to prove her maturity to him.
When we finished dinner me and Fed sat on the couch to talk some more about ourselves and each other. After a few hous of this we decided to call it a night.
“It’s getting kinda late. Sweetie bell is going to want another story tonight.” I told him.
“I’ll tell her another story, then I’ll meet you in your room.” Fed whispered in my ear.
“Ok.” Then he left.