Everything was restful and soft. The whole world was a silken plateau: the ground below an expanse of a well-sprung mattress, the sky above the rolling clouds of a thick duvet and both were wrapped in the folds of pure white sheets. Golden streams broke in on the horizons, slipping between gaps at the covers’ edges to radiate a glow throughout the hidden space, hinting at a young unseen sunrise somewhere beyond it, although timelessness persisted within. Fleur’s eyelids fluttered slowly open into this paradise, not totally waking but rather drifting somewhere between the quiet realm of sleep and full consciousness, like she were in a living dream. Above her head sat the plump mountains of pillows, their fluffy peaks forsaken in preference of burrowing deeper into the all-encompassing subterranean warmth beneath the covers. Her body was weightless, afloat as she sprawled on her side atop the padded surface of the single extensive and cushioned continent.
She was not the sole resident of this world however; a fact that only added to if not alone created the perfection of their joint cocoon, her still half-lidded eyes being drawn to the shape lying beside her. "Cute" was a word that her mind had used far too often to describe Coco, but now more so than ever she found it appropriate as she surveyed the smaller earth mare nestled in the sheets at her side, with hooves curled up between them and head inclined towards Fleur’s own. Her gaze indulged itself, drinking in the pale brown form as it slumbered peacefully, lightly rising and falling to the regular sound of heavy breathing. The designer’s hair was an unkempt halo of blue and cyan stripes, allowed to forget its usual combed neatness in favour of being a carefree mess. It was only a small thing, but stood out nonetheless to the unicorn as a unique view of the other mare which was purely hers alone, hidden from all others. Settled in amongst these airy strands of mane, Coco’s tranquil visage, which so many times had timidly hidden itself, now stood confidently facing outward in their private haven. Fleur continued tracing the face’s features, passing closed lids, making secret the deep azure irises beneath, reaching a set of deliciously tempting lips, whose words and laughter played like an orchestra to her, curled in a tiny but infinitely warming smile, before moving onwards. Down across a body in total relaxation (devoid of all the stresses and tension that the outer world was so good at applying as leaden fetters), pausing at the plumed hat prominent on the slightly built mare’s flank, seeming more than ever a massive understatement of Coco’s talents, like so many of her features. Her gazing finally came to a stop where their tails met, intertwined in a spiralled swirl at the end of the bed.
A contented sigh brought Fleur’s attentions to return upward. Still seemingly deep in sleep Coco stretched out, but rather than curling back up into a ball she instead adjusted her position, unconsciously wriggling closer to her unicorn partner. Fleur just smiled, igniting the pink flare of her horn and wrapping the smaller mare in the gentle aura of her magic. Rather than risk the two of them bumping into each other she instead simply floated her love barely off the mattress, drawing her across what little distance remained between them and into the embrace of her hooves. Un-sensing of being levitated, when released from the mild magic Coco instantly snuggled into her partner, nuzzling into the soft fur she now found to be her pillow, meanwhile her forehooves extended around Fleur’s barrel to hug the taller mare back. The unicorn’s heart was sent soaring by the affectionate reaction, her own muzzle descending to lose itself in the velvet strands and mellowing scent of the other’s mane.
Fleur was content, more than that she was happy, as she tightly held the object of her affections and felt the action warmly reciprocated, feeling herself enveloped and at the same time surrounding, the two of them wrapped in one another. Each of them was a shield to their precious partner, backs as walls to the outside world, whilst they both nestled at their serene centre, in the warmth they together produced. Given the choice neither had any desire whatsoever to change a thing: any thoughts of being anywhere else, in any other company or as anything else being complete in their absence. Here was perfection.
Fleur was now adrift but totally unconcerned about her being becalmed, happy to let the moment and their cuddle stretch on indefinitely. There was no past here, there being no place for it, and the future held only promise while her senses remained consumed only with Coco. Whatever would come to follow this, not that such thoughts were of any particular concern to her at this juncture, could only be looked forward to, promising only more times such as this or even better still to come. Nothing was insurmountable that they could not overcome by their mutual support or else escape from back to one another. The far off distance was bright therefore, filled with freedom and un-daunting possibility. Here was safe.
The weight of sleep once again began to slowly creep up on Fleur, but before letting it overcome her she chose to lean in further from where she had been nuzzling, delicately brushing aside a couple of strands of cyan fringe to lightly lay a kiss on the forehead beneath. A set of azure eyes, half-lidded like her own, met hers as she drew back, revealing that their owner was an equal denizen in this dreamlike place. Coco reached up to steal a kiss of her own from her love’s lips, leaving both smiling as they gazed into one another until both drifted off, contentedly nestled in their shared embrace.