Pinkie was sure she'd never slept so peacefully in all her life. Usually, she could never get comfortable and was always moving around. But this time, she felt warm and content, to the point that she never wanted to get up again.
She shifted a bit before becoming aware of a weight on her chest. Pinkie opened her eyes blearily, only to be met with the sight of a purple horn. She lowered her gaze some, and almost jumped when she saw Twilight there. The unicorn's forelegs were wrapped around her midsection tightly, and her chin was resting on Pinkie's chest.
Pinkie's entire face turned bright red, and she tried to remember what'd happened. She recalled coming into Twilight's room to apologize, kissing her a few times, and... Oh... Oh gosh.
She felt feverish as she remembered exactly what had happened. Things had escalated pretty quickly, but the emotions had been tangible. It had meaning—neither had taken advantage of the situation. It just... happened.
What do I do now? If I try to get up, I might wake Twilight, but if I stay here... As if on cue, Twilight buried her muzzle into Pinkie's fur, making her heart race even more. Pinkie had to refrain from squirming. I'll totally die. She's way too cute for her own good...
Pinkie settled on brushing Twilight's mane with a hoof and watching her sleep. She smiled lightly when Twilight's breath tickled her fur, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her horn.
That was when Pinkie decided to play a game. She giggled when Twilight shifted in her sleep, muttering something. She blew into the unicorn's ear, causing it to flick several times. The sleeping pony's brow furrowed, and she scowled. Pinkie laughed as silently as she could.
"Ugh, stop it, Pinkie..." she grumbled, turning her head to the side so her marefriend couldn't mess with her ears anymore. A few seconds later, Twilight lifted her head and blinked toward the other pony. "Wait... Pinkie?"
Twilight stared at Pinkie, who only smiled. She wondered why she'd even woken Twilight up in the first place, and she was beginning to wish she hadn't the longer the silence continued.
The unicorn looked down at the bed they were both laying on, and back up to Pinkie. Twilight was blushing heavily, but a frown was strewn over her muzzle.
"Did we... um... you know..."
Pinkie was having trouble figuring out how Twilight was feeling. Was she still upset with her? Was she disappointed that they'd done something like that? Or could she just be really embarrassed?
Pinkie averted her gaze, feeling warmth spread over her cheeks. Silence settled over the two like a blanket, though it wasn't the least bit comfortable.
"I'll... go make us some breakfast," Pinkie said, jumping out of bed and making her way out of the room. When she'd disappeared from sight, Twilight sank down into the sheets.
I can't believe it... I don't even remember what happened last night. After that much crying, I doubt anyone could. After a few more minutes, Twilight finally pushed herself up. She made a beeline for the restroom to wash up, not eager to continue her awkward conversation with Pinkie. Maybe she'd take a shower while she was at it.
Downstairs, Pinkie had pulled out pancake mix and a bowl. She poured in water and stirred. As she did so, her mind wandered.
I hope she doesn't hate me... She looked so nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rash. I mean, she wasn't feeling very well after all the things I said. She probably thinks I took advantage of her, or that I'm a bad pony...
Pinkie's shoulders fell slightly at the thought. I wonder what she's doing now. Her ears perked at the sound of a shower turning on, a silent answer to her question. She looked back down at the pancake mix in her hooves for a few seconds before pouring it into a pan.
