They Never Suspected

I awoke to two soft lips on my cheeks. I smiled up at Celestia and Luna… then tried to leap away as some of the memories of last night came back. I managed to kick off of a table beside me but didn’t get enough air to clear the chair. It went to the floor with me, cracking something as we hit and I kicked again, rolling across the floor and under another table.

My mind was racing with memories of last night, of what the Princesses had done with me. Had all of that happened, or had it been something in a dream? Was it all the fault of that bread? Was Pinkie okay?

My train of thought ceased abruptly when I noticed Celestia’s dress in front of me. I watched as she bent at her knees and turned her head to look at me under that table. Her dress didn’t even look stretched, after what I remembered happening last night.

I started stammering and stuttering, trying to apologize for what had happened, knowing I had been in a foreign state of mind. She held her finger up to her lips and shook her head, then offered me her hand. I hesitated for a minute, then took it and let her lead me from under the table and back across the room to where Luna was sitting near the chair I’d spent the night in.

“Spike,” Celestia started. “We understand that you probably don’t want to talk about last night, or probably ever think about it again.”

“Regardless of how much fun it was,” Luna interrupted with a smile. Celestia gave her a rather harsh look that was pretty much ignored.

Looking back at me, Celestia put her face in her hands and rubbed gently. “I honestly don’t much want to think of what you did either. That bread you made doesn’t affect only you, but the people around you. Twilight might have gotten caught in its magic if you hadn’t had called on us.”

Celestia looked straight at me, catching my eyes in hers. “Besides Spike, none of that happened. Not the way you remember it, anyhow.”

My mouth moved by itself for a bit, mind taking in that information and rejecting it. I tried again and it was rejected much more quickly this time.

“Princess, I remember in very graphic detail most of last night’s… activity.”

“As well you should,” she sighed. “It did happen… in your sleep. Remember that first kiss I gave you?”

I nodded, remembering the soft feel of her lips on mine.

“That was pretty much the only time we touched last night. I cast a sleeping spell while you we distracted. You’ve been in that chair most of the night.”

I looked at the chair laying on the ground, thinking slowly of what I had thought was last night. My mind was much more accepting, with Celestia’s new information and my much calmer mind. This actually made much more sense than last night’s events. I frowned and looked into Celestia’s face.

“I’ve never had a dream like that before, Celestia. Was it just that bread I ate yesterday?”

Celestia made a face and looked over at Luna, who seemed to study the spines of several of the closest books. “It was mostly the bread.”

“I wasn’t playing when I said that it’s been a long time,” Luna said, quietly. “It may have only been in a dream, but that’s still more than I’ve had for what seemed to last eons. I’ve been… lonely.”

Celestia reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand. Luna smiled and gently said thank you. Then her grin widened. “Careful sister, Spike may get ideas.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow at me and I flushed, hiding my face and the flush scrawled across it. “I didn’t ask about what you dreamed,” she told me, “So what happened last night is entirely between you and Luna. Although now that I think of it, if she doesn’t mind, I may ask her what transpired…”

Luna blushed furiously. “Dear sister, you’ll have to pry it from my cold lips. Or Spike. My point being, you’ll not hear of it from me.”

Celestia looked over to me, but I was already shaking my head frantically. She looked at the both of us with narrowed eyes. “Someone will tell me,” she said. “Or I shall have Dawnbreak find out for me.”

Luna and I shared a glance and we both began telling Celestia my dream. We didn’t get far before Celestia waved a hand at us, covering her face with the other one. “Spike… you’ve been getting into the forbidden arts section of the library, haven’t you. I thought we stop that years ago.”

I smiled, still hanging my head. “I never stopped reading any part of that library, Celestia. I just got better at hiding it.”

She started to give me a look, but gave up halfway and sighed. “Spike, you know why I didn’t want you going in there…”

“I do, but I also memorized the list of books Silent Scroll warned me about, all the ones that may be dangerous for me. And if there ever was one I wasn’t sure about, I asked her about it.”

Celestia still looked unhappy, but she waved her hand in the air. “That’s all beside the point. I’ve heard more than enough of this dream. I’m going to go back home, I feel like a nap will do me some good. Luna?”

The younger Princess nodded, and they both rose from the table. Celestia went straight to the door, but Luna hesitated. She walked around the table and gently kissed my forehead.

“You didn’t cheat on Ditzy,” she said, firmly. “You just had a good dream. Think of it like that, okay?”

I nodded, and she bent over and gave me a soft hug. “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear, then both Princesses left me and my thoughts in the library, alone.

The silence didn’t last long. I heard a knocking from downstairs, through the closed staircase door. I remembered my other guest, and made sure I was clean and completely dressed. I looked again to my shirt, then decided against it. The tattered cloth would merely tease if Pinkie was still… bewitched.

I unlocked the top door and descended the stairs in the darkness, bringing my draconian eyes forward to let me see Pinkie’s heat. She was sitting on the bed, away from the door. I let my eyes return to normal and slowly opened the door.

She had her skirt back on, laid flat against her legs. She was wearing my sheet as a shirt, covering as much skin as she could. She waved, still cheery but subdued. “Hi Spikey. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me. I think it was that bread?”

I smiled and nodded. I walked back upstairs, leaving the doors open, then returned with her shirt. I tossed it to her and turned as she got dressed, rooting through my dresser until I found a shirt to pull on.

When I turned she was standing near me, and she lightly hugged me. “Thank you for holding back, Spike.”

I patted her head awkwardly, then smiled down at her when she pulled away. “You’re my friend Pinks, I’d never do anything like that to you in that sort of state. Even if I had wanted to” -which I had, I must admit- “I could never have done that without your sober consent.”

She smiled brightly. “I suppose I’ve found another drinking buddy then.”

I smiled and nodded, then led her up the stairs and into the main room of the library. I pushed the broken chair out of the way, and threw my tattered shirt on top of it. I walked Pinkie to the door and opened it for her. I received another hug, this one much tighter, and waved goodbye to her as she started skipping down the road, humming a cheery song to herself.

I closed and relocked the door, leaning against it and sighing in relief. I’d been afraid that since she hadn’t had a partner she hadn’t been able to relieve the… magic’s effects, but it was apparently a timed event.

I pulled my wand out and walked over to the chair I’d broken, picking up some of the larger splinters on my way over. I patched the chair as best I could, but it wobbled a bit still. It held my weight though, so I put it back. The shirt I could do nothing for, so it went straight in the trash can.

A knock drew me to the front door, and a red-faced Pinkie. “Uhm… Mr. and Mrs. Cake are still… going at it…”

I nodded and stood aside so that she could enter. She looked at the chair, then around the library. “So… Did they at least look good?”

I looked at Pinkie and tilted my head to the side, a confused look playing across my face. She looked down at her chest and pressed her arms together a little. I blushed and looked away.

“They were very nice Pinkie, I think you have a gorgeous figure. I would have stared a little more if I thought I could have gotten away with it.”

She reddened and smiled a little, looking satisfied with herself. She wandered over to a section of books and pulled something to read, still humming her happy tune.

……………………………..

She spent the morning immersed in her book, with a bottle of water, while I cleaned around the library. I also walked down to my new bedroom and took the sheets off of the bed to wash. I walked back into the room to make sure that was the only thing I wanted to clean. Walking into the room, I realized why Pinkie had the water.

Sniffing lightly, I picked up my mattress and walked upstairs with it, leaning it against a wall right outside of the back door. Pinkie had not gone to sleep right away, and the thoughts of what had gone on in my bedroom was enough that I had to pretend to clean the counter for a minute or two.

I believe she noticed though, considering her ever flushed face deepened a couple shades and her smile widened before she returned to her book. I gave up the act and went downstairs to open the window, then straightened up my room while my problem shrunk. There wasn’t anything that really needed straightening though, so it was mostly just fidgeting with stuff in my hands and putting items back where I’d picked them up.

When I walked back into the room Twilight was sitting with Pinkie. They stopped talking when I walked in, so I assumed they were speaking of what had happened last night. Pinkie had apparently gone into great detail, because Twi was extremely red and wouldn’t meet my eyes.

Pinkie was grinning conspiratorially and winked at me. “Did you finish your… business?”

Twi and I gaped at her, than she started sputtering syllables while I denied Pinkie’s accusations. She burst out laughing and flapped her hands at us, managing to tell us to calm ourselves between gales of laughter.

“So,” I said, between her bursts of giggles, “Do you think the Cakes have… finished yet?”

Pinkie stopped laughing and gazed, thoughtfully, at the ceiling. “Well, Mr. Cake always has had a lot of stamina… And Mrs. Cake sure can take quite a bit of a beating…”

Pinkie looked into the scandalized face of Twilight Sparkle and shrugged, a neutral mask covering her usually giggling face. It cracked quickly though, starting with red cheeks and ending with her usual broad grin.

“I’m sure they’re on their last legs, if nothing else. I’ll go check up on them, see if they need to rehydrate or something. I know I was pretty thirsty after last night.” With a wink she skipped out of the door and started back down the road towards Sugarcube corner, leaving everyone in the library with a blushing face and dirty thoughts on their mind.

Twilight and I sat in awkward silence after I finished my chores and she hers. She was pretending to read a book she’d already read four times, and I was simply staring up at the clock and watching the seconds fall away. Finally the time to open the library to the public came around, and I unlocked and dispelled the hexes over the door for the last time that day.

I had an idea, and while Twilight got the desk up and running I searched through the section we had on protective spells. Neither book had what I was looking for, so I wrote myself a note and left it downstairs where I could see it. When I went upstairs, Ditzy was waiting at the desk with Dinky, talking quietly with Twilight.

When she saw me she smiled, and I smiled back tentatively. She spoke a good-bye to Twi and pushed her sister over to a section of books for young girls. When she reached me she stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly, then smiled secretively up at me.

“So, Luna and Celestia, huh? That’s a pretty big dream.”

I stared at her, silently, waiting for jealousy or anger.

Instead, she messed with the collar of my shirt and fidgeted a little, biting her lip in an adorably thoughtful way. She grinned up at me with red brightening her cheeks, and took my hand and lead me over to the staircase leading upstairs.

“He moved downstairs last night,” Twilight called across the room, and we halted and Ditzy pulled me to the other staircase, leading down this time, and told me to close the door. I did so, confused but following her down the stairs she bounced down. When I reached the second door she was looking at the frame that would support my bed.

Pointing to the empty spot, she looked at me and arched an eyebrow. “Uhm, Pinkie was enchanted like me, and she spent the night… on my bed…” I raised my own eyebrow at her, and her face reddened further.

“Well, go get it. We’ll flip it if it’s still… not dry.”

“Why exactly do we need the bed? I could go get some chairs…”

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into her face, silken lips parting slightly to welcome my own. After a minute she let me pull away, breathless from our kiss.

“I’m a jealous person Spike,” she said, looking at me. “Celestia and Luna are very beautiful, and Luna appeared in my dreams last night to tell me what had happened and begged your forgiveness.” She ran her hands over my shoulders and down to my chest, resting them in between us. “I told her you’ll have to work for your forgiveness,” she continued after a bit, pulling my hands up to where she had been holding hers and clasping our palms together.

She grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands to her chest, letting me cup her breasts through her shirt. She grinned up at me and finished her sentence. “And I do plan on making you work for it. Go get that mattress.”

I tried to lean forward for another kiss, squeezing gently, but she just giggled and turned me around, pushing me at the door. “Mattress,” she said laughing, and pushed me out the door and up the stairs a bit.

I ran up the stairs, stopping and composing myself at the top. I opened the door to find a very startled Twilight Sparkle standing nearby, browsing the shelves and trying to drink out of an empty glass. I ignored her and went to the back door, through the kitchen. I snagged my mattress and rushed back through the room and shut the door on Twilight’s puzzled stare, closing and locking the door this time.

I rushed back down the stairs and opened the door, making Ditzy jump a little. I tossed the mattress on the frame and closed the inside door, casting a silencing spell on the door after I’d walked through. I tossed my wand and bracelet on the dresser near me and turned to another puzzled stare.

“Twilight’s upstairs with an empty glass, trying to spy on us.”

She grinned and asked me to take the spell away for a second, then leaned out the door and moaned, as loud as she could. We heard the glass break on the floor and rapid footsteps. Ditzy started giggling, but I was too busy thinking about what was about to happen.

She had bent at her middle when she leaned out of the door, and her butt was sticking out slightly. She’d been planning something apparently. Her jeans fit very snuggly and I could see black lace peeking over her waistband.

Moving a quietly as I could, I pressed both of my hands to her seat and squeezed, firmly. She gasped and nearly fell over, but I grabbed her waistband and pulled her back, keeping one hand on her ass and squeezing as much as I could grab. She giggled and grabbed the door frame, steadying herself and pushing back. I let go of her waistband and used both of my hands, running them over and around her clothed cheeks.

“Spike, I had you bring the bed down for a reason,” she said, panting a little and very red now. I ran my hand around to the front of her pants and unbuttoned them, pulling both her jeans and her underwear down to cup the bottom of her ass. She squeaked and made to pull them back up, but I pushed against her ass and made her grab the door frame again. Roughly I pushed and squeezed her bare flash as she giggled and moaned quietly.

I scooped her legs out from underneath her and carried her over to the bed. She flailed her legs and arms a bit, not expecting the sudden change in altitude. I just kissed her neck and ears, silencing her protests and dissolving her into giggles. I tossed her gently, turning her in the air as she fell into a giggling mass of hair and woman. As she fell I snagged her pants on my outstretched fingers, leaving behind her panties on accident.

She wiggled and pulled her underwear back up over her ass. “I’ve got to tease you a little bit,” she giggled.

I grunted noncommittally and pulled my own shirt over my head. When I reappeared out of my shirt Ditzy was sitting up, on the edge of the bed, and she was reaching for my belt. I took the time she spent unbuckling me to lean over and grab the back of her pink shirt and pull it over her head. She was wearing a purple, flowery bra that did not match her white lace panties but conflicted sweetly.

She didn’t bother teasing herself however, and as soon as she unbuckled my belt everything came off. If I hadn’t have pulled back a bit she might have been hit in her nose. I did not feel that this would have been conducive in our ventures, not matter how funny I may have found it. It did, however, get in her way when she was coming back up, and I was treated to the feeling of her smooth hair on the bottom of my shaft.

She giggled and grabbed me with her hands, seeming to look me over. “You’re… bigger than I expected. And very, very warm. You’re almost hot…”

She slowly stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it over my head. I shivered and she smiled, doing it again a bit harder. I put my hands on either side of her face and tilted her head so that I could lean down and kiss her. We darted tongues playfully, and I lowered myself to my knees so that I could wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

She hugged me tightly and I felt something wet against my cheeks. I pulled away and wiped at her eyes, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

She smiled lightly and said, “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m just very happy and emotional. Please, don’t stop. You’re making me feel way too good…”

I smiled and lowered my lips to her collar and started kissing and nibbling softly. She murmured and wrapped her arms around my neck, loosely pulling me closer. I pressed my chest to the mostly flat surface of her stomach, letting her breasts rub softly on my neck. She shivered and pressed harder.

“You’re getting stubbly, it’s rough…”

“Would you like me to get rid of it real quick?”

“Don’t you dare move away from me.”

I smiled and moved my kisses up slowly, kissing the slight hollows on top of her collarbones before moving to the left of her neck. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my sides, pulling me close with all of her limbs. I could feel her warmth and decided I wanted a more direct touch. I wove my arms around her and grabbed her cheeks again, pulling her close enough to feel her through the thin fabric.

She rolled her hips a little, rubbing her panties against my torso and moaning more. I grabbed her bottom lip in both of my own and nibbled on the very edge. She returned the action onto my top lip, sucking gently and playing across the flesh with her tongue. I smiled and moved my arms up, over her back, and unfastened her bra. She shivered as I ran my hands over her spine and the muscles on either side, but she crossed her arms in front of her when her straps fell loose.

“I’ve never shown anyone besides Dinky my body before…”

I gently took her hands and placed them on my chest, then pulled the fabric away from her chest. Her small nipples were a pinkish brown and very hard, from the temperature of the room or the feeling of my taking off one of her most intimate pieces of clothing, I couldn’t tell. They were nearly dead center in her C-cup breasts, milky white with the barest traces of blue veins.

Her fingers tensed, but I gave her a smile and a kiss. She seemed to relax, though the blood in her cheeks did not recede. I trailed my way down from her lips, over her chin and down her esophagus back to her collar. From there I slowed, trailing kisses down the center of her chest over her breast-bone, all the way from her collar down the her navel.

She tensed when I reached the area where her breasts started, and relaxed when I dipped below them. I let my lips drift over the sides of her stomach and leveled my face with hers again.

“Ready?”

She nodded, and I gently cupped her right breast with my palm. She shivered and made a small noise in her throat, which I took as encouragement and as an excuse to start kneading her chest with both hands. She started to moan a bit louder, with an open mouth instead of keeping it in. Looking up at the ceiling, I started moving away. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, using her legs to trap me against her.

I grunted at her, but she shook her head and pressed my face back to her chest. I sighed and stood up, bringing her with me over to the dresser that held my wand. She giggled and grabbed my neck, holding on for the ride.

I grabbed my wand from the dresser, the other hand cupping Ditzy’s ass to help keep her in place. Casting not only over the door but also the ceiling, I made sure that Twilight and Dinky would remain undisturbed for the rest of the day. And maybe night.

I brought the wand over to the bed with us, in case anything else I needed it for cropped up. On the way over Ditzy started slipping lower on me, until she came to rest on my waist. We both blushed a little when her heat connected with mine, and I stopped walking completely. I smiled evilly and pulled my hips back, dragging my shaft back over her slit. She moaned deeply and twitched her back, making herself slide back and forth over my member. This just made her voice deeper, and she buried her face into my neck.

I felt her legs trembling, so I grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted her a bit, just enough to take her weight off of her legs and leave me resting mostly between her folds. She shivered and bit into my shoulder, firmly but with no will to harm. I pulled my tongue over the lower part of her ear, letting my breathe warm the moist skin.

Her breathe hitched when I pushed forward, her voice silenced momentarily as I drug her hips all the way back to mine. She shuddered, then moved her face away from my neck and kissed me, as deeply as she could manage while hanging off of my form.

“If you don’t take me soon, dragon boy, I will go insane and just have to finish myself on your chained body.” She let herself fall back, pulling me down to the bed along with her. I laid her down as gently as I could manage without just dropping her flat on the bed. She ran her arm underneath her neck and fanned her hair so that she wasn’t laying on it. Most of it pooled over the edge of the bed and swung just over the floor.

I sat upright on my knees, just staring down at her and enjoying the sights my eyes feasted on. Her blonde hair fanned over the bed, her pale skin glistening from the exertion and the sudden heat of the room. Her perky breasts piled on top of her chest moving with every breath and the pert nipples topping them. Cheeks still quite rosy, chest almost heaving with her breathes and breasts jiggling nicely.

Noticing what I was doing, Ditzy grinned and gently pushed me away, standing me up and moving me away from the bed. She sat back down and smiled at me, broadly. Slowly, she lifted her hands to her shoulders and trailed them across the opposite sides of her body, right hand grabbing her left shoulder and moving slowly over the smooth skin towards the collarbone as her left hand did the same to the right.

The met and crossed on the breastbone, moving over each other and down slowly, circling her breasts and gently lifting them. Shivering, she squeezed and fingered her nipples for me, grinning as my shaft bounced up and down with my racing pulse. She squeezed the tops of her breasts one last time, than continued moving her hands down the sides of her stomach.

She rubbed her hips, making a show out of pushing her chest out, spreading her legs slowly when she was done. Her panties had a large wet mark, stretching from the top of her slit and nearly halfway down her ass. She moved her hands down and over her thighs, moving over the tops to the knees and back to her core on the insides. She cupped her hands over her slit, and moaned slightly. Then she smiled.

“I had time to prepare,” she said, breathlessly. Grinning, she used one of her hands to pull aside the lace covering the last part of her body. With her other she traced her hairless lips, bringing the fingers up to her mouth for some lubrication before sliding her fingertips between her folds. Shivering, she fell onto her back and spread her legs, using her hands to pry apart her lower lips.

She lifted her head to smile at me, then gestured me over with a flick of her head. “Come on lover, I haven’t got all day. Come take me.”

I walked slowly over to her. Lowering myself slowly to my knees, I lowered my mouth to her entrance. She looked up, but before she could register what was going on, I placed my mouth at the top of her slit and breathed warm air on her sex.

She moaned loudly and her hands grabbed at the mattress as her legs wrapped around my head, pushing me into her heat. I grinned and hummed slightly, using my throat to vibrate everything my mouth was touching. She ran hand through my hair, but I noticed the other one wander up and squeeze her right breast. I ran my tongue over my lips and parted her folds with it, dipping into her wet heat.

All of her muscles tensed and her back arched, a moan escaping her lips that was almost as loud as a scream. Glad I’d soundproofed the room, I let her grind against my lips as I kept my tongue lashing between her folds, drawing out her moan and her orgasm.

Her back released and she fell to the bed, panting heavily as I drew myself up onto the bed, holding myself above her body. She grinned, wide and silly. Her eyes both clamped onto mine for a moment, but a second later one drifted away to do its own thing. She seemed to be able to switch which eye she used, depending on where here concentration was. Today the left was staring up at the ceiling and around the bare walls when it wasn’t gazing at me.

“All done already, dear?” I asked, brushing my tip against her opening as casually as I could manage. I used one of my hands to brush her bangs away from her face, and she kissed first my hand, than wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. With her legs she pulled my sex to her own, gasping as my tip parted her folds and my shaft rubbed between her lips.

Reaching down she grasped me in a hand and led me to her entrance, pulling me partway into her before she put a hand onto my chest.

“I broke my hymen a while ago, so there won’t be any blood, but I’m still a virgin. Take it gentle, okay?”

I nodded, laying another volley of kisses across her neck and chest. Giggling, she led my mouth straight to a nipple and squeezed her breast with a hand, teasing the bud around my lips. I smiled and complied, taking her between my lips as she took me between hers. Sucking and whirling my tongue around her areola, I pushed steadily into her. She moaned and pulled at me with her legs, forgetting her own words of warning and urging me into her.

I complied, pulling out all the way and sliding back in, going from half merged to completely sheathed. Her mouth formed a small circle and her back arched again, trapping me inside of her as her muscles contracted and pulled hungrily at me. I shivered at the new feeling, last night’s dream paled in comparison to the feeling.

When she laid still again I pulled out slowly, waiting until only the head was left in than plunging back in to my base. I felt as if I were barely fitting, like a glove one size too small made out of a very flexible fabric. I couldn’t stand not feeling it, and I wasted no time in setting up a regular motion. Pulling out always earned a moan, sounding almost longing, and every thrust brought a sharp gasp and a bucking of her hips.

Teasing her nipple brought forth more noise, and a bite to her neck was all I needed to bring her to another orgasm. I pushed through this one and moved faster inside of her, stirring her juices as I pulled and pushed into her. She pulled me pretty much flat to her, and I instinctively rolled the both of us, she ending up on top.

Rolling her hips, she pressed down on me and made sure I was as deep as I could go. She than slowly twisted her hips, making sure of her new power. Grinning, she slowly raised herself about three fourths of the way off of my shaft, than dropped herself back to my base. She started to repeat the process, but she was moving a bit slow for me.

I grabbed her hips when she reached the peak of her ascent. She looked confusedly down at me, until I lifted myself up into her with a small smack. She pulled a deep breath and looked as if she were getting ready to moan, but I had already pulled out and moved back into her before the noise could tumble from her lips.

I felt myself growing closer as she fell forward onto her arms, and I paused my movements. She moaned and looked down into my eyes, disappointed face framed with golden hair.

“I-I’m close, love. Is it a safe time right now?”

She grinned and sat upright, grinding her hips down my shaft to the base.

“No, not really,” she said, smiling at me. She placed her hands on my abs and started bouncing up and down on me, rapidly calling forth my own orgasm. “But I really, really want to feel your seed in me.”

I grabbed her hips and positioned my feet, pumping up into her as she bounced on my hips. I felt a little hesitant about spilling inside of her, but I couldn’t not after her words. I flipped the both of us so that we were back where we started, with me on top. I grabbed her legs and pulling her to my waist, spreading them at the same time and bottoming out inside of her.

We came together, her fourth coming seconds before and causing my first. She moaned silently with this one, arching and digging hands and feet into the bed as I pulled her hips into my own.

We relaxed after some moments, she falling limp before I had finished pumping into her. She shivered as my last spurts shot into her, moaning very quietly.

I pretty much collapsed on top of her, holding myself over her with shaking arms to ensure I didn’t crush her. She laughed softly and pulled me down onto her, both of our bodies entwined in the closest embrace we could manage.

“I love you, Spike. No more dream sleeping around, okay?”

I nodded, grinning stupidly. She smiled and grabbed my hair, pulling me in for one more kiss before we straightened ourselves on the bed, using a spare blanket to cover our nude bodies as we rested from the morning’s activity.