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It was a late summer day when Spike had asked her, when he had taken their lives down that irresistible and wondrous path he had.

Twilight and Spike had been in the Golden Oak Library that day, having just finished dinner, with Twilight volunteering to clean up after Spike had cooked. Spike had become a much better chef since he'd grown older, now an adolescent dragon and able to cook much more than simple snack foods, quite impressing Twilight as his dishes went from charred hay fries to full-on gourmet dishes within only a few months of diligent study on the subject.

"Twilight?" Spike asked, twiddling his claws as he was wont to do when he was nervous. Spike tensed as Twilight came into the foyer from the kitchen moments after he'd spoken, levitating with her magic a dirty dish before noticing she still held it and returning it to the sink, her lavender horn then losing its raspberry-pink glow as she cut the magic flow to it.

"What's up?" Twilight asked casually, before then noticing just how tense and nervous looking Spike was, looking upon her adoptive son as she noticed his purple scales much paler than usual and he held a light blush on his face, seeing him shifting around as he tended to when uneasy and not even looking at her. She hadn't seen him like this since he was a lot younger, back when he was what was considered a baby of his species, but even then only after he'd awakened from a nightmare or came back from some other scary event. "Spike, you OK?" she asked calmly but with a small twinge of concern in her voice as she walked up to him, quickly putting a comforting hoof on his arm.

Spike twitched when Twilight's hoof landed on his arm, but looked up at her in response. He looked scared, but not of something terrifying or threatening. Oddly, he looked more scared of her then anything else. "Spike...?" Twilight asked, waving a hoof in front of his face, quickly finding that his thousand-yard stare was unbroken and he was clearly deep in thought.

Should I really ask her this? Spike thought, mentally running through all the possibilities of what could happen. She could think he was simply kidding with her and would simply laugh it off, she could ask him to never ask anything like that again and to totally ignore it afterwards - or worst of all, he could be asked to leave and never come back. She could call him a perverted, filthy creature...

Or maybe, just maybe, she'd say yes.

Spike inhaled deeply, his eyes clenched shut now as he concentrated on what to say. He knew that Twilight was a well-learned pony, that she was indeed a PRINCESS - a pony of very high status and power, indeed holding the power of spreading Friendship under her control. This had to be executed perfectly if he even hoped to have a chance of pulling it off.

"T-Twilight, we've known each other for a long time, right?" Spike asked, his voice higher-pitched than normal and nearly to the tone it was at when he was still a baby. As he'd grown older his voice had deepened a lot, now a deep baritone compared to what it once was, and now was again as he comparatively squeaked out his words.

Twilight nodded in response to his silly question. "Of course we've known each other for a long time Spike! I hatched you back when I was just a foal, remember?" Twilight said with a small giggle but noticed Spike tense up more at that sound, making Twilight immediately stop. Why was he acting so skittish? He was usually the first into a situation with his opinion clearly stated, not one to hold his tongue. "Sorry, please continue." she said, giving Spike a comforting smile.

Ok, here goes... Spike though, his eyes closing as he looked away from Twilight.

"I think I love you Twilight."

Twilight didn't get it at first. "I love you too Spike, you're my son." Twilight said flatly, as of yet unaware of the deeper meaning behind the drake's words.

"N-no Twilight, I mean I think I LOVE you." Spike then said, trying to convey what he truly meant, his claws virtually flailing in emphasis of the word 'love'. Trying to show her that his love went beyond that of mother and son. That he'd wanted her to be his mare ever since he'd hit adolescence and his true feelings for her came to light to him.

"Spike, what do you mean? Do you mean...?" Twilight asked, her voice unsure. Did Spike, basically her adoptive son, really mean he loved her romantically as she was taking it, or was she simply imagining the meaning behind his words?

Spike could only nod stiffly, then forcing himself to look up at her and meet her eyes. In them, Twilight saw the nervousness of before, but also something else. Beyond the restrained tears, she could see he was indeed baring his heart and soul to her, his expression both hopeful and doubtful at the same time as he awaited her reaction.

"S-Spike, this is so...sudden..." Twilight started, her words taking on a nervous edge of their own. She'd never been told she was loved like that before and wasn't entirely sure how to react. After all, how does one react properly to being told by their own adopted son that they had a romantic interest in their virtual mother? How did you react when...

Spike's expression changed from slightly hopeful to a forced neutral as she said that, perceiving rejection and choosing to opt out quickly. "D-don't worry about it. I was...just kidding. Yeah. Just...kidding." Spike said halfheartedly, forcing a big smile. Trying to hide the hurt starting to form already at the predicted angry reaction from Twilight.

"Spike...I know you're not kidding. Please come here." Twilight said calmly - but as Spike remained stunned in place, Twilight instead started walking closer to the paralyzed drake herself. Spike shrunk away slightly from Twilight as she approached him, expecting her to strike him, to lash out and call him a pervert who loved his own mother. Instead, Spike was surprised to feel a softly-placed hoof wrapping around his shoulders, feeling Twilight pulling him into a hug. The hoof was quickly followed by another, then shortly after by her muzzle against his cheek and nuzzling against it.

Twilight then placed her muzzle over Spike's shoulder as she stated to speak in a soft tone, telling now her own feelings about Spike's revelation. "Spike, I've known the way you've felt about me for a while but didn't want to embarrass you by bringing up the way you stare at me behind my back...or about the many times I saw you peeking in at me while I was in the bath...or looking underneath whenever I flick my tail."

Twilight took a deep breath before continuing, nervous even though Spike had initialized this outpour of hers with his own; "Honestly, I've always thought about inviting you into the bathroom with me, of letting my tail flag and giving you a good look, but never knew how you'd react. I was afraid of coming off as some old mare who loved her son wrongly, even if we aren't related by blood - a mare trying to come onto the dragon she hatched..." Twilight said, her voice full of barely-contained emotion, with Spike soon feeling a wet droplet trailing down his back.

Hearing Twilight sniffling and gripping him tighter after her confession, Spike wrapped his own arms around Twilight tightly, his own barely-contained tears finally being let loose, increasing the tightness of his hold on her. "T-Twilight, you mean...?" Spike started, but was suddenly silenced by the too-familiar light tingle of magic wrapping around his muzzle and making his next words come out as a muffle.

Twilight pulled away from the hug but then started biting her lip softly, hesitant as to what to do next. Finally she found the courage to do what she'd actually been wanting to for a while, ever since her little baby dragon grew up to such a sleek, handsome adolescent drake. She quickly closed in before pressing her muzzle against him and met her lips with his.

Spike's eyes went wide at the sudden sensations he'd felt on his lips so unexpectedly, jerking back on reflex. "SORRY! SORRY!" Twilight yelled out, her face growing hot as she quickly pulled away at Spike's reaction to her kiss. She waited for him to call anything and everything off because of her suddenness, sure she'd screwed it up massively, that...

"Twilight, what was...that?" Spike asked, his claw rubbing along his lips softly, a dazed look in his eyes. He'd never been kissed on the lips before, never having felt close enough to anypony in that way before to initiate such a gesture of affection. Now however, Spike felt his dragon greed kicking in slightly as he found he rather liked the sensation, wanting to get more. "S-Spike want." Spike whispered, approaching the startled alicorn mare before him. Spike wanted more of what Twilight had given him, and he was gonna get it.

Twilight saw Spike approaching her at a quick pace, all hurt gone from his eyes, with them now squinted slightly in...determination? Spike met against her within seconds, with them only being a few feet apart - and when he did, he grabbed Twilight a little rougher then she'd have liked. "Ow Spike, caref—!" she exclaimed, feeling slight pain from how roughly he grabbed her and how tightly he now pressed her against him, figuring the drake didn't know his own stren—

Twilight's thoughts and words were cut off as she suddenly felt Spike's muzzle roughly mash against hers, his lips desperately seeking more of that sensation he'd gotten earlier, the kind he wanted now. Twilight went slack in his tight embrace as she felt his lips against hers, awash in his masculine scent and the sensations he was giving her, Twilight never having experienced anything quite like this before. Sure, she'd experienced friendship, even the deep friendships like she had with Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity – but never had she felt this...close to another being. Feeling so unified with them...

Spike calmed down once Twilight went slack, himself awash in the sensations of their second kiss. He, instead of being forceful now, kissed her softer, reigning in his greedy instincts as he realized just who he was slightly crushing against himself and realizing he was acting this way with his mother. As he opened his eyes and he loosened his tight embrace on her, he saw Twilight's expression soften as well, feeling her now pushing into him when he released her. Showing him that she wanted this from him.

That she loved him back.

Spike and Twilight held their kiss for a while, now softly kissing each other instead of Spike forcing it. Twilight knew that Spike was prone to get greedy like this when he first encountered something new that he liked, trying to capitalize upon it in the highest way possible no matter the cost, only for his morals she'd taught him to bring him back to earth shortly after, before anything serious went wrong. Twilight now felt a surge of pride rush through her alongside the pleasure from the muzzle locked with hers as Spike was the one who went slack now, letting Twilight take the lead as he apparently won the fight with his instincts to take instead of give.

Twilight pressed on carefully, her tongue tracing Spike's gem-crushingly sharp teeth until suddenly the wall of enamel parted, her tongue suddenly pressing deeper into his mouth now. Twilight moaned softly as she felt Spike's tongue literally wrap around hers, his flexible reptilian tongue against hers bringing a whole new world of sensations to her as she felt her back tingle, her wings flaring up on reflex as her surprise at those feelings manifested.

They continued Prance-kissing for many minutes, both laying down on the couch now with Twilight leaning onto Spike, bodies intertwined with each other and light moans of passion coming from both. It was with a final moan that Twilight finally relented, pulling out of Spike's maw and feeling his tongue still wrapped around her tongue, but soon after feeling his constricting grip on it release as he felt her pulling away.

After they broke the kiss, Twilight and Spike simply lay together for a while panting, their heads light as they recovered from the sensual overload they'd given each other. "W-w-wow." Twilight managed to mutter out, putting a hoof through her mane and realizing just how much Spike had tussled it during: finding her hair lightly snarled and basically in shambles, but she didn't care. Instead of getting up and taking care of her mane as she tended to after it got messed up, she instead got closer to Spike, nuzzling against him as they cuddled.

Eventually, Spike heard a light snoring from the horned head laying on his side now, looking down to see Twilight's eyes closed and a light smile on her face. Knowing she wouldn't mind, Spike lay his own muzzle across her side and closed his eyes, holding her close to him as she slept upon her son. Her lover.

Author's Note

So there is the intro to this little story. Very unoriginal I'm sure, but I was at least creative in my approach or wording, right?

I wasn't? Aw. Oh well, thanks for reading it anyhow!