Face the Music

The night air was silent and cool. You lay on your back in the right side of a bed with violet-colored blankets and fluffy white pillows. Vinyl Scratch was lying beside you inside those blankets of the bed, shaking her hair out of her face and scooting towards you with a seductive smile and lowering of her eyelids. Vinyl laid her head on your left shoulder after a moment, sighing with contentment.

"Ahhh.. your body's so firm and hard, unlike ponies around these parts." Vinyl mumbled, closing her eyes, "Oddly nice to lay on.." It was nicer, to you, to feel the soft fur on your skin and the warmth of her body on you. All this was making you a bit uncomfortable, especially this weird impulse you kept feeling. You couldn't help taking the impulse and.. you reach your left hand over your body and onto the back of her ear. You felt down the smooth white ear, stroking it with the tips of your fingers. Then you pinched the edge of the bottom of the ear with your thumb and forefinger and began to circle your fingers together while still applying pressure.

"Mm... what're ya doing? Whatever it is.. it's nice.." Vinyl Scratch says slowly, leaning into the hand and putting her own hoof on your bare chest - she had persuaded you to remove your shirt, at least. The fuzzy feeling in your heart and the fluttering in your gut were hard to ignore now, so you laid on your side - facing Vinyl, of course. Looking at her face, you hesitantly placed your right hand on Vinyl's cheek, stopping your hand just before - but you hear no complaints, so you put your hand there.

"You're an odd one, huh..? The rest of 'em jump on me as soon as I let my guard down," she notes, eyes half-open and with amusement plainly in her voice. You can't help but grin - indeed, you were pretty helpless when it came to your romantic needs. Rubbing Vinyl's cheek with your thumb, you lean in and put your forehead on hers - just underneath the horn, obviously - the fur rubbing on your skin as you close your eyes with Vinyl.

Vinyl Scratch giggled lightly, sounding more like she wasn't trying to force it. "Well then, big boy, if you're intent on being ... romantic, we'll see how far you think you can take it, huh?" she whispered, pushed her face towards yours carefully, and kissed you on the tip of the nose.
"Can you handle me..?"

A little taken-aback by this question, you first begin to nod, but you tell the truth instead: "I sure hope so, because I dunno what I'd do without you if I couldn't!"