Adventures in Home Ownership with Sunny Skies and Dusky Sparks: Blizzard
There were no alarm clocks in the cottage; they were unnecessary. Every morning, fifteen minutes before dawn, Sunny Skies woke up. It mattered little how much sleep she'd gotten the night before, or if she'd gone to bed at all. That did not mean that she got up.
She didn't startle awake, nor rise slowly out like a blooming flower. Rather, her eyes opened with the same calm patience with which she performed most tasks.
Dusky was there, still sleeping, snug in her favorite spot between Sunny's wings. Everything seemed to be exactly as it had been every morning since they'd moved in.
Thus, she was understandably surprised when a shiver quaked from her neck to her tail.
The Sun was just starting to cast its warming rays over onto the world and through their bedroom window... or it would have been if not for the clouds that blocked it from sight.
Confused, Sunny rose from the bed, her wife bemoaning the movement before pulling the sheets tighter and falling back into slumber. Soft steps carried her to the window.
“What is the date?” she asked, a hoof touching the glass. Another shiver ran down her spine. Dusky moaned some about coffee before answering, in a very annoyed tone, that it was a Tuesday. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but it is still July, yes?”
Dusky's bed mused mane rose off the pillow. She blinked tired eyes at her lover, processing the question with a methodical slowness that spoke both of her sleep addled state and her greater than average intellect. It was during this time that the room's temperature hit her. The mild confusion gave way to intense curiosity and she joined Sunny by the window.
“But it's July.”
“I thought as much.”
“It was supposed to be seventy-six today.”
“And mostly sunny.”
Dusky collapsed against Sunny's side, as much from exasperation as to make use of her higher than average body temperature, Sunny accommodated her with a draped wing. “I don't suppose we could just...”
“No, I'm afraid not.”
“Let's just hope that they get this cleared up quickly.”
They fell into a contemplative silence, staring out across the glimmering ocean of white as it edged its way up to the glass.
– – – Day 1 – – –
Dusky glanced up from her book. Sunny was lounged on the couch with a pair of knitting needles clicking away between her feathers. The image brought a smile to her face. A comment rose up, but she didn't give it voice, content to watch and enjoy.
Being extra careful not to draw attention to herself, Dusky rolled to her hooves and crept closer. Step by careful step, she stalked her prey. Inch by steady inch, she moved in for the kill. Her legs tensed.
A white and pink blur crashed into her, assaulting her with kisses and tickles until, laughing through her tears, Dusky begged for mercy.
– – – Day 2 – – –
Sunny leaned into Dusky's back, wings encasing her as she read her book out-loud. A shiver worked through Dusky when the white wings retracted for a moment, only for her forelegs to wrap around her barrel.
Pulling her head back enough to whisper into Dusky's ear, Sunny said, “Keep reading.”
Dusky squeaked when teeth nipped at her ear.
“Keep reading.”
The wings began to shift, petting her belly and gradually worked their way down. She squirmed more and more the lower the feathers got. Dusky bit her lip, her blush darkening her cheeks.
She gasped.
“Keep reading.”
– – – Day 3 – – –
Dusky stared at the empty cupboard. “Where's the coffee?”
Sunny looked up from her cup of tea. “You finished it off yesterday.”
The door slammed shut, the lower hinge breaking off.
– – – Day 4 – – –
Click-click-click.
Click-click-click.
Click-click-click.
Dusky growled under her breath and stormed out of the room.
– – – Day 5 – – –
Sunny stared at the empty cupboard. “Dusky... where's my tea?”
“You finished it yesterday,” Dusky said, unable to keep the small amount of enjoyment out of her voice.
“Oh,” Sunny said, carefully closing the door. “I'll be back in ten minutes.”
Dusky looked up from her book. She started to say something, but thoughts of coffee interrupted her long enough for Sunny to disappear.
– – – Fifteen minutes later – – –
“Honey, I'm home, and I brought coffee!”
Dusky grinned as she turned away from the window and the army of pegasi clearing up the last of the clouds and snow banks. "Thank Celestia!"