Pillow Talk

It's silent now. The only sounds in the room are the heavy gulps of air Dash takes and only seconds ago there was frantic shouting. Squealing and shrieks, screaming and the sound of furniture crashing to the ground in a clatter of passion. The sounds that fill the house might have lead to the impression that something abusive was happening. Something dangerous and violent. Perhaps. But that's the way Dashie likes it. That's the way you like it- when she's happy. You know she's happy, even if the only sound you can hear right now is the raspy hisses of breath she takes. The sound of a pegasus panting. The sound of a pegasus spent. The sound of a pegasus completely exhausted.

The sound of a pegasus satisfied.

A grin curls over your lip and you roll onto your back, peering up at the cloudy ceiling. She never wants to cuddle afterwards. "Too sweaty" she says. You idly wonder if it's just her persona she's clinging too. Too tough for cuddles or something like that. She's looking at you with this quiet, lofty little smile and she gives a sigh. She doesn't say anything. She never does. That's how you know she's happy with you. When she doesn't say a word. When she can't.

When she gets home after a long day of mending the weather, saving the world, hanging out with her little sister, and training for the wonderbolts, Dashie is pretty tired. Add in an extra last minute workout at the gym, and she can barely hold her head up when she gets home. That's when you strike. When you take her into your arms and squeeze her so tightly she can barely breathe. That's when you carry her to bed and take full control. She loves it that way. She doesn't have to do a thing and couldn't even if she wanted to. She's too tired. That's when you take her passionately. That's when you throw every stress you have into pleasuring this goddess of a girl until absolute exhaustion takes her over and she's left feeling nothing but how much you love her.

When every last worry and stress and trouble is radiantly soothed over with just how hard you love her, there isn't anything left in the world to say. So she doesn't say anything. Words wouldn't describe how she feels right now. You know that. You helped her get here, and you're feeling it too.

You love that grin. Always the same one, each and every time. Like she knows some deep dark secret the world will never be in on, and she's sharing it with you. You share your secret too: no matter what happens, you've got her back. Forever and a day. You'd tell her this, but you're too tired to say anything. She's too tired to say anything either, but she does smile at you. In those burning eyes you can see your reflection and in that instant you know exactly how she feels about you. It's all the two of you need to say, and you don't say anything at all.