SpitFire and the Storm

Spitfire fell asleep.Her piercing brown eyes closed.Her sassy personality completely gone.Only the sweet dreams.Soarin tried to stay still letting her rest on him.

"I can't believe I just did that".He thought to himself."I just made a move and she liked it".He felt an odd tingle go through him.It was either love or the pie aftertaste.

"Hey dude".Wavechill said as he walked into the dimly light room.

"Look".Soarin said softly so that Spitfire wouldn't wake up.

"I wish I could do that with Fleetfoot."He said sadly.Soarin smiled looking down at the gold pony in his arms.He could see that she had trust in him.She looked as though she had complete trust i  him to be there,to just be HIM.Spitfire wriggled.

"I'll leave.Dont want her dumping you on the first date".Wavechill said trotting to his room.He looked as though he was going to stay up all night playing Call of Duty.

"Wake up".He whispered as Spitfire slowly got up.She sat up.Her brown eyes opened tiredly.She yawned.Spitfire looked confused as she looked at him.

"What happened"?She said."Was that a dream"?She asked him.

"No."He told her.He stroked her wings,giving her some comfort.He then let her put her lean back on his shoulder.She drifted back onto his shoulder,peacefully."Shh".He said as he removed a piece of her hot fiery hair out of her face."Go to sleep".He whispered as he clenched her by his side.

Spitfire just closed her eyes again and fell  asleep slowly.Her breath was heavy and she had complete trust in him.He looked at her and the he realized.

"Your mine".He muttered as he fell asleep as well.

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