Diamond took a deep, shuddering breath in as she peered into Button’s room. What she had thought of, no, what she was thinking now was insane. She barely got to start getting closer to Button and be invited into his house, and now, now she was thinking of… She swallowed hard, sweating as a draft reminded she was still in only her underwear.

It had started shortly after she got up from her nap. Silver had been there to tell her that Button hadn’t done anything, and the two decided they should get some sleep. Since then, Diamond hadn’t been able to get the image of her snuggling with Button out of her head. It only got worse the longer she thought about it, and now the things she was thinking of made her heart almost stop.

She slipped into the room, wishing she could calm down, as she swore her heart was as loud as a team of construction workers, all equipped with those weird things that broke pavement. One of Diamond’s hands slowly slid along her side, rubbing her stomach as it neared her white, silk, panties. While the pounding in her head went away when she thought about snuggling him, she was the one who had forced this idea deep into her head.

Her thumbs hooked into the spandex of her underwear as she took deep, concentrated breaths. The fabric over her crotch was already ruined by her silently rubbing her thighs, waiting for Silver to finally go to sleep. Now though, she could peel away the moist linen, and let her pussy feel the cool draft that came through the house. A small moan escaped her lips as one finger returned to her clit, giving it the smallest rub as her underwear hit the floor. She couldn’t do too much though, or else she would get too loud.

Her hoofsteps sounded like cannon fire as she came closer and closer to him and could see the rise and fall of his chest. Her own mimicked the movement, as she still had to keep herself calm, despite doing something so vulgar. The word made her whole body shake, and she threw aside her bra. Her perky breasts were kissed by the same night air, and she wished they would bounce, or something. She had seen his glances though, and knew that their… perky size would be enough.

Now came the hardest part. Getting into his bed. Her face was crimson now, any sign of it having ever been pink before being gone due to her nervousness. If she went back now it all wouldn’t matter. She could even take a picture, and let that and her underwear be the gift she gave him. While she thought, Diamond covered her eyes, and missed the drawer beside Button’s bed glowing, reinforcing the words: I wish Diamond Tiara would snuggle with me.

Slowly, she lifted the blanket on top of Button Mash, and stared at his almost naked form. He was sleeping soundly, and despite not being cut, he looked almost perfect. She didn’t need muscles, or a tall stallion to carry her, but instead saw his lanky arms as ropes that could keep her close, and his smooth stomach as something soft to rest her head on. It almost brought a tear to her eye to see him like this and she had no fear as she laid beside him.

In a few minutes, her chest lay on top of his, her small breasts squished against his pecs as she began to breath in his scent, and drift to bed. As her world faded, she whispered, “I love you,” and while she thought maybe it was a dream, thought she heard, “I love you too,” back.

Silver smiled as Button wrapped an arm around the sleeping pink mare, and slipped back to the guest room, and would be the only one not to be a touch heated when they finally faded to sleep. All would sleep well though that night.

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Button hummed to himself as he walked home. The day had been wonderful, and for once, he thought he could actually blame himself for that! He could have been like any other stallion, been a pervert and begun to grope the mare he liked when he woke up, but he didn’t, and that allowed the rest of the day to happen. From the blush they shared in the kitchen, to holding hands on the drive to school, and even the small, happy texts that they had started to share would have been a hundred times more awkward if they had, um, done more stuff that morning.

No, he was pleased to call himself the same gentlecolt that Scootaloo had flashed in the hallway just a few days ago. Not even that same pegasus texting him about not spending too much with DT could get him down that afternoon. It almost brought a tear to his eye as he looked to the sky and smiled. “You would be proud mom, I really do think that.”

Even with all of that though, when he came home to see that Rumble wasn’t there, and his house was silent, he crashed onto the couch, having hoped being a good enough stallion would have made his words be true, and make the cold wind that came at night not sting so much.

Author's Note

I somehow only just realized that I now work with an artist, and that he likes to do my cover arts, so why have I not talked to him about doing a sexy Kiara yet? I am stupid. And hey, maybe the broader reach of that project will finally get Button and his book into update feature territory. *looks into the stars, knowing his dreams will just be dreams*