Pinkie blinked through the steam, trying to find even a glimpse of Twilight. She stepped inside the bathroom and called out for her marefriend. "Hey, Twilight? Are you okay?"
No response.
Pinkie Pie trotted toward the bathtub, and, because of the steam, couldn't see anything. She nudged the curtain to the side, and...
The pink pony's first thought: Twilight was awake. The unicorn looked much more aware of her surroundings after getting into the hot water, and had been washing her foreleg with soap before the earth pony had interrupted her. The next thing Pinkie noticed was just how wet Twilight was. Her mane was plastered onto the side of her neck, her bangs covering most of her eyes, and her fur looked very inviting.
Pinkie's cheeks suddenly got warmer, and she was sure it didn't have anything to do with the steam.
"P-Pinkie?! What are you doing in here?!" Twilight exclaimed in embarrassment, wrapping her forelegs around her body despite there being nothing to hide. Even though ponies didn't normally wear clothes, a shower was a private matter that they did by themselves. Anypony would've been embarrassed had their marefriend walked in on them soaking wet in a shower.
Pinkie couldn't tear her gaze away from Twilight, though she did notice her offense immediately. "O-Oh, sorry, Twilight! I-I was just checking on y--"
"Get out!" The unicorn shrieked, blushing profusely. Pinkie didn't need to be told twice. The party mare dashed back to the hallway and slammed the door behind her, leaning against it. She panted from the exertion of the run, and from what she'd just witnessed. Her entire face felt feverish, and she couldn't believe that she'd walked in on Twilight taking a shower! Well, she knew she was in the tub when she checked up on her, but she didn't know she was going to be awake!
Pinkie Pie finally recovered her breathe, and let herself slide down the door so she was sitting. She hoped she hadn't made Twilight angry with her. That was the last thing Pinkie wanted to happen. However, this was a lot better than thinking about the nightmare. Surely it'd keep the unicorn's mind occupied long enough to keep her from dwelling to that train of thought.
The only thing that Pinkie found funny about this situation was how she had teasingly called herself a pervert earlier. Now she probably seemed like one to Twilight, too.
Twilight stood in shock for several seconds, a blush still prominent on her features. The water continued to pour down on her, but she didn't really feel it. Had Pinkie really come into the bathroom, knowing that she was taking a shower?
What did that one mare call it in that one book? Oh, yes, Pinkie was a Peeping Tompony. Twilight was sure that was what they were called nowadays.
After recovering herself, she pulled the curtain shut and continued to wash herself off. That was embarrassing. Twilight would never have pegged a mare like Pinkie as that kind of pony. Even though the unicorn knew she'd probably just come in to check on her, the blush she'd been sporting proved that she liked whatever she saw. Well, whatever that might be.
Finally, without an ounce of drowsiness, Twilight twisted the knob until the water stopped, and stepped out. And, to make matters worse, there wasn't a towel in sight. Great.
The unicorn trotted to the door, more than a little embarrassed, and spoke into it. "Pinkie? Are you still out there?"
Twilight could hear the pink mare's shuffling hooves. "Um, yeah! Of course I'm out here!"
The conversation had already become slightly awkward. Twilight's ears folded down by themselves, just like they always did when situations made her look silly. "Do... Do you think you could do me a favor?"
