She lays there panting, splayed out haphazardly on the bed. Her little pink tongue hangs out, and she gasps cutely for breath, her sweet little pot belly rippling up and down with her exhausted search for air.

"Tha-That was, it felt, I never thought, I didn't think, I've never had..." Pinkie babbles quietly. You nod your head, effortlessly wrapping an arm around her quivering shoulders and draw her in lovingly close.

"But did you like it?" You whisper softly into her ear, leaning in to nuzzle at the twitching cave. She squirms in your arms, and bites at her lower lip coyly. A deep red flush of scarlet paints at her cheeks and she gazes over at you lovingly. She nods her head, and her sweat drenched bangs dangle momentarily in your face.

"Yes. I've never been kissed there before. S-sorry if I was too loud. I've never, I mean, I didn't know it could feel like that, and I know I got kind of excited towards the end there..." She whispers bashfully, still looking guilty as if enjoying that kind of pleasure as much as she did were wrong somehow. You offer her a devious grin, and pull her in close, the sheets soaking up your weight and the mattress conforming lovingly around you both. You never considered Pinkie a screamer but now, looking back on it, you didn't know how she could be anything but.

"You were wonderful. "You whisper softly, slowly dotting her neck with appreciative affection. Soft, suckling pecks of kisses that make her gasp underneath the sudden sensations. Even sweaty and exhausted, her body still tasted faintly of peppermint. Sweet was the perfect word to describe Pinkie. "You've got eyes like the clearest ice, a smile that could light up a room, an appetite for life that can never be appeased, and a soul as sweet as candy," you coo lovingly into her ear. She smiles shyly. You smile too. You know it's absolutely revoltingly sweet, but those are the kinds of thoughts that creep into your head when she's around. It's what she does to you. It's why you can't stop smiling, laying next to her, cuddling her sweetly. She nuzzles against your neck.

"I just never thought I'd find someone like, like you. Someone I never wanna be without , I mean, you're just ...Whew. You're like the very best party I've ever had," Pinkie giggles, awkwardly. She bites at her lower lip after a moment, her ears flushing a darker shade of pink. For a brief and adorable second, a grave look of utter concern stretches itself across her pretty muzzle. She immediately shakes her head in dismay.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, I mean not like that, I mean, that came out funny. Not, ha-ha funny, but like, weird funny. I mean to say, I've had other parties, but not, like parties you know? I don't go around having parties all the time with just anypony, but I, I mean I do, but not the same kind of party. I'm not comparing you to other parties that I've had, I just, I mean, C-Can I start over again? "She sputters helplessly. God shes adorable. You lean in to bop her on the nose and instead of responding, you simply cuddle her closer, wrapping your arms around her and letting her bury her nose into the crook of your neck.

"You make me smile." You whisper quietly. An absolute truth of the universe in so many words. She gives a little dramatic gasp, as if she's never heard anything so awe-inspiring and melts against your frame.

"Please don't be a dream," she begs you quietly. You stroke through her cotton candy mane and give her another reassuring squeeze, slowly tilting her head up to kiss her on the lips. She moans into your mouth, and you softly drink in her scent. She gives a loving little sigh as the kiss breaks, and she rests her head against you; her body goes limp. Completely relaxed, happy in your arms, and you, happy in hers.

"I'm not, but you are. Until I met you, I've never had to figure out what to do after my dreams came true. Now I'm kinda lost, but I'm thinkin' maybe I'll take up baking. I know a really great pastry chef, maybe she'd help me start a business or something," you chuckle quietly. She giggles at that, stretching out on the soft bedding before twisting herself till she can roll over onto her back, peering up at the ceiling.

"I've always wanted that. My own bakery, I mean. A place where all the kids in town can come by, and we can have parties and games and I can give out free cupcakes on birthdays, and just, I know I'm the silly one, and I'm the goofball, but I have dreams too! I really do, even if I'm too scared to talk about them sometimes, but with you...I feel like I can tell you anything..." Pinkie sighs quietly, her lips stretched into a helpless smile. You decide then an there to start saving up to buy a bakery. Only the sweetest gift for the world's sweetest pony. For a few moments, you two simply lay there, basking in each others company, until the gentle sound of snoring ripples through the room.

Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, and her left leg twitches slightly. You smile, collecting the blankets on the bed, and pulling them delicately around the two of you. In the morning, you'll start looking for locations to set up a new bakery in Canterlot but for now, you're content to snuggle in close against the mare you love. Pinkie Pie nuzzles up against you in turn and gently you slowly fall asleep.

Author's Note

Smoochy woochy daws for you and Pinkie Pie