We communicate to understand each other, our feelings and desires. Yet sometimes we don't need words to understand each other. In this story not a single word is spoken out loud and most of the story is just told by their actions, thoughts and decitions...
She slowly closed the door behind herself. It was pitch black, but her memory told her, where everything way. Next to the door on the right was a little table that he used to write his novels. He was a great author. The last bit of light, streaming through the closed window told her that there was the white flower in the blue vase that she gifted him for his new bestseller.
She slowly went up to the bed and heard him breathing. In and out. In and out, just like waves streaming on a beach at night.
The rain was falling onto the roof window, making a relaxing sound that made her skin crawl in lust of laying down next to the warm body between the sheets. Yet she kept looking around, calling back the memory of when she just took a little peek into this room.
The bookshelf on the opposite side of the bed was big and heavy, filled with books about mostly everything you’d want to know. She knew, one of these books was the one she gifted to him for his birthday a few days ago. She looked to one of the seemingly empty walls but she knew it wasn’t. A few posters were pinned to its surface like a dress on a mare, decorating it. She lay her hooves on her lips, gently touching them as she turned around to the bed with the sleeping stallion facing away from her.
‘Should I..?’ she thought to herself. A soft voice whispered into her ear Just do it. And so she moved towards the bed, putting one hoove on it and slowly pulling herself up. It was quite high for the short mare. She lay there next to him and when he turned around she got to look at his handsome face. His eyes, these thoughtful eyes that always seemed so lost in memory and other worlds, were still closed. He felt her presence and finally opened them. Even though normal stallions would say something like: didn’t you say you’d stay on the couch? He stayed quiet, the mare he knew for so short, laying there, looking him back into the eyes. He returned that look to her sweet face that was only slightly lit up by the moonlight.
He still did not break the sound of the rain dripping onto the window when she lifted up the sheet that was placed on top of his body, covering and warming him. The cold wasn’t there, it had been a warm night and so he did not bother at all. For some reason he neither did bother when she was slowly pulling herself up. He turned around on his back, facing her. She did not smile, he neither, but the atmosphere was soft like a pillow of clouds.
‘Are you afraid of thunder?’ her eyes asked silent when lightning reflected in them. She stood there, still and cold but something warm went up his belly.
He looked down, seeing, in the light of another lightning, that she put her right hoove on his belly, gently petting it. It felt good and calming. He closed his eyes halfway, still looking at her hooves, rubbing his belly like it had been hurt and she tried to heal it with this gentle touch.
Her lips touched his cheek as she leaned in, kissing it once without making a noise. She knew that he loves silence, that was why he enjoyed her quiet voice that was always so soft like a cloud put in words.
A thunder rolled over the house as she kept kissing his cheek, slowly going down to his neck. She stopped kissing and went over to nibble his neck a bit. He shivered under his coat and he could see her lips smiling a bit more even though it was dark as night.
She went over to gently lick his chin, going further up to his ear. He twitched with it and she touched it with her nose, breathing in a bit like a soft breeze petting it. Her look stayed on his eyes for a while longer and she smiled gently at him.
She pulled her back hooves closer to his hips, lay down a bit more until her chest was touching his with the tip of her fur. She lay her right hoove on his chest, going up and down with it gently. Her coat touching his told him that she was moving her whole body with it while she kept kissing and nibbling his cheek, neck and chest. He blushed under his dark coat when she slowly went further down with her hoove. He did not know what to expect, how far she would go. But she did not do anything as long as he didn’t send her a sign that it was good this way.
She lifted up her head, looked at his face and kissed his eye, then the other. Gently as always, like the kiss of a butterfly’s wing. Her nose touched his and a crawling feeling went down from his nose. He lifted himself a bit out of the pillows until his lips touched hers. She replied the kiss, came closer and he lay down again. She held his head with one hoove, petting his cheek.
He closely listened to the rain. It somehow reminded him more of waves… A beach… He felt the warmth of the sun, heard the water, coming in and out, hitting the beach and back. One wave after another. Memories fasting forward, the waves grew up and splashed down at the beach, breaking in and out. Showing how free they were and still captured in one place. The beachwas wonderful, just like… like that one mare… that one mare he met at the beach. And there she was, right there, he just had to open his eyes! Open your eyes!
He soughed and opened his eyes. And yes, there she was, right in front of him. Another lightning showed him her soft smile upon her lips. He smiled back. She got up and out of bed. She went to the door and turned around. He didn’t break the soundtrack of this stormy night. She just turned around, nodded once in a silent Good-Night.
He felt the music rushing through his body, making his heart beat faster and his hooves move to the sound. He danced across the dancefloor, hoove in hoove with the mare. He never spelled her name, but every time he heard it, it sounded like music in his ears.
Her beautiful body covered by a wonderful violet-pink dress that sparkled when she moved her body in the limelight. Her hips softly pressing against his, her hooves holding him tight to herself, her hooves following his steps. Wordless they followed the groove. Her head lay down on his shoulder, a gentle smile across her face.
Her wonderful smile made the ends his lips go up as well. He leaned down a bit to hiss her forehead. She looked up to him and smiled even more. So many words rushing through his head but his lips stayed silent as she raised her head to look him in the eyes.
Still following his steps she leaned closer to his face and lay her lips upon his for a few seconds that made his heart beat even faster. He looked at her when she moved her head back to his shoulder. She closed her eyes and kept listening and following the music while she danced without a single mistake.
He had lots of dancing lessons taken for only this evening. The palace was decorated in the most beautiful colors. The ponies dancing in couples and holding their partners close.
He felt how much it was worth it to get the tickets for the gala. The look on her face told him, that she loved it, even if she didn’t say a word. She slowly pet his coat on his upper hoove that was wrapped around her. She followed the fur against the line and stopped on his shoulder.
The memory of the last night was called back into his mind. They barely talked since then but it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was a silence of nothing more that had to be said. The pair understood perfectly without any use of words.
And exactly that was what he was always searching for, a mare that was able to read his words that were unspoken and unwritten.
She raised a hoove to touch his nose gently, kissing it afterwards. He grinned and kissed hers as well. It would be a shame for him if he would be here with any other mare. Other mares always made him feel embarrassed because they didn’t get along with the way he was. And they mostly just didn’t shut up when it was the time to.
He pulled her closer and she lay her head back on his chest, holding him tight again. The music was nothing more than a sound in the background, all his senses were focused on her. Her hips, slowly moving with his, her hooves following his lead, her head on his chest, her heartbeat and the soft humming of her voice to the sound of the music.
To him, her voice was all the music he needed. Her voice that wasn’t as bothering as most, her voice that always made him smile. The music kept going through the evening and they got themselves something to drink. She always stood close beside him, her side always touching his. And he wished they wouldn’t wear those clothes and he could feel her short fur on his thick coat like the evening before.
On the way back home she fell asleep on the train, her head placed on his shoulder once again. He leaned against her a bit as well.He woke up in time to wake her up too and left the train with her. They walked out and under the dark sky that was brightened up by the stars and the moon. It didn’t take too long until they arrived at his place. He looked at her, his eyes asking for her to stay another night and she nodded and followed him inside.
He brought her into his bedroom where she lay down, looking thankfully at him before she lay her head on the pillows and fell asleep, still wearing the dress. He prepared some buns for breakfast before he followed her to bed. He lay down next to her and closed his eyes in a silent Good-Night.
The feather glided over the parchment, leaving an ink blue line where it touched the white material. The feather was a phoenix feather which meant, it lasted forever. He won this feather at a story contest when he was a young colt.
The mare’s head lie on the table, her eyes closed and her ears listening to the scratching sound of the feather’s ink soaked tip on the not so blank paper.
She wondered what he wrote but she neither dares asking nor breaking the silence that lay upon the room and made the soft atmosphere that was floating between the two since some time.
She opened her eyes, looking at the nearly dead flower in the blue vase. She might replace it when he was off to get something to eat. She lived here for quite a while now. Her flat was on the opposite side of the hallway in the big skyscraper of Manehatten.
A stallion like him was very rare and it was a special honor knowing him for such a simple city pony like her. She fell in love with his soundless voice when she first read his book called “When the sun sets”. She always wanted to meet him when she was a bit younger but did not expect to see it actually happen. And she’d never imagine having it end out like this.
An ending that took its time. She felt part of a greater story, as if she could hear her thoughts from the outside. She blinked, staring into the flame of the candle that stood next to the vase. Its wax already made little white spots on the table.
She loved the smell of the burning candle, like a bonfire outside, roasting some s’mores while looking at the stars. The first time she smelled this candle her senses drove her inside this room and she found herself quite embarrassed when he found her sneaking around his room.
Still she wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t throw her out back then. Instead he invited her to stay over the night due to the lack of light in all of the apartments and he had a lot of candles yet he refused to sell her some. She accepted thankfully, not expecting to stay some more nights.
She blinked again and saw the flame turning into a sunrise. The way around it turned into the sea. The table became sand and she stood there on the beach. She remembered bumping into a large stallion to whom she apologized many times, helping him up. Then she realized whom she just met.
Back then she was a different pony. This time… she was more thoughtful, more careful for what she did and cared more for the way she said things. And all of that because of one stallion. The one sitting next to her, holding a feather over the parchment lost in a story he promised that she would be the first to read.
She closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath. He heard it and turned his head towards her. His smile made her cheeks blush and he had to smile even wider. His look lay softly upon her face, he let the feather down and touched her cheek, petting it with care.
Once again she closed her eyes and enjoyed to feel his touch on her coat. She took his hoove and kissed it. She saw that her lipstick left a little mark on it and she had to giggle as she tried to clean it.
She sat up, keeping an eye on his strong muscles under his thin body. She went closer to it with her nose, softly touching it, breathing into his coat. Kissing his shoulders, his neck and when she got his attention also his lips.
He stood up, blew the candle out, which left a smell that was simply to die for. He lifted her up into his hooves, carrying her into his bed where he lay her down, gently taking off the dress she wore at the gala and still hadn’t taken off. She opened the buttons on his tuxedo, one after another, listening to the sound they made.
Both finally undressed, him lying on top of her, starting to kiss her gently all over her body. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the feeling and opened her mouth a bit. His kisses became more and more passionate. She lay her hooves on his back, pulling him in, wrapping her hooves closer around him, leaving him still a bit room to move.
He looked at her, the rising moon reflected in his eyes before he closed them and kissed her lips with all his love. Her body shivered as he started moving and kissing her so passionate that she thought her heart would burst out of her chest. She did not mind at all that his tongue was leading the moves of hers, she actually enjoyed giving away herself to him, leaving her body and fate under his control, his movement showing her the strength, love and passion that streamed through his veins with every single heartbeat.
Loving each other the two ponies enjoyed their night together while outside the moon kept rising in a silent Good-Night.
She looked at him with excitement. He smiled brightly and nodded. She ripped the gift open so excited that she had to grin. She took out a box a bit bigger than two hooves. She blinked, looking at him. It was locked but it didn’t come with a key.
He pointed at her chest where she found the key he gifted her half a year ago. Her eyes glowed with joy as she unlocked it and opened the box to find a book in it.
“A silent Good-Night” was its title. She smiled as she took it out. Under the book she found was a framed picture of the two at the gala and her eyes glowed even brighter and his heart made a big jump as she turned towards him, smiling with tears in her eyes. She jumped at him, pulling him in for a thight hug.
He smiled and tried to let go of her because he couldn’t breathe from the tight grasp. She let go, hey eyes still sparkling, He proudly smiled back and pointed at the book to show her that she should start reading right away. She nodded excited and made herself comfortable and opened the cover and started reading.
The story was about a stallion that fell in love with a mare but never dared asking her out because he couldn’t even speak. He was afraid that a beautiful mare like her would never love somepony that couldn’t speak at all. After a while he finally got the courage to ask her and the two lived together.
What stood in her mind was the last chapter even though it was the shortest:
I love her so much, I can’t describe it. Her beautiful mane, her soft coat are the only I ever want to look at. Her plot will always be the only one I would stare at. Her eyes are the only ones that catch my gaze. Her smile is the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen. Her voice is the only one I don’t bother to listen to, even her silence is special to me.
Her touch is the only that I am longing for, her kiss is the only one I desire, her company is the only one I need and her husband is what I want to be.
I want her to be all mine. From the bottom of her hooves to the tip of her ears I want her to mine and mine alone. I will never accept to see her with anyone else. I will do anything to make her life perfect. I wish I could tell her that but I am destined to just smile and nod. I can’t tell her that I love her. That is why I want her to feel it. I will show her my love as good as I can.
So, my dearest angel, you read this story before anypony else. And this is our story like you’ve already guessed. I hope that you understand… that I will never let anyone else have you, I want you to be all mine. So I ask you here in this story:
“Do you want to marry me?”
When she closed the book the day was nearly over. She looked at him, a smile crawling from her heart to her lips. She opened her mouth to say something but decided, not to say anything. She took a pen from the table and not minding his surprised look she wrote something on the last page:
I will marry you. I want nothing more. There is one thing I want to ask of you. When you marry me you have to share all your love and care with me and your foal.
She gave him the book and he read. Again. Again. And Again. He looked at her, tears now filling his eyes before he wrapped his hooves around her in a gently grasp. He nodded with the brightest of smiles across his face.
As the two fell asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other’s hooves the moon shone above the skyscraper, sending out a silent Good-Night.