Pillow Talk

Magic. You roll over onto your side, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders. Any moment now she's going to pick up her note book and start scribbling a new journal. It's magic. Just give it a second.

Ahh, there it is. She scratching at her note book again. You feel a gentle grin tug at your lips as your ears catch the familiar scraping sound of quill and parchment. That's what she does when she can't sleep. When she's got something on her mind. Your grin widens. You know exactly what's on her mind.

New experiences.

Shes probably writing a journal about how it felt, or what she'd like to try next time. Twilight is always thinking. Always pursuing science and prodding at every possible angle of everything. Including sex. That big beautiful brain of hers working over time every day, and you can only imagine the scientific equations she's writing down about the last forty-five minutes of your physical activity.

"Hey?" She whispers quietly, tapping you on the shoulder. You shift under the blankets to twist around and face her.

Instantly, you're blinded by that bright brilliant smile of hers. As your eyes adjust you see a simple nerdy bowl cut thats tinted a dark shade of navy save for two slender stripes of magenta and purple. It's her eyes that capture you the most though; those deep heavenly purple hues. Sparkling with untold wonder and intelligence. She stores and catalogs everything she sees and right now shes looking at you. Taking you in. Everything about you, in this moment, capturing it forever in her photo graphic memory. How you got so lucky as to end up in the same bed with this mare is an untold mystery that may never be solved.

"H-Hey..." She says again, flushing faintly when she realizes she's woken you up. You smile at her anyway. What else can you do, looking into those eyes of hers. She bites at her lower lip sweetly and peers back at you with a coy grin twitching at her lips.

"I...I love you." She says softly, as if reveling in some perfect moment of absolute clarity as she says those words to you. All you can do is nod, feeling your heart explode in your chest with joy. How she can break your heart in such fantastic ways is magic. That's the only word for it. This girl is absolute magic. Every night she breaks your heart. It explodes like a firework when she gets home, and the first thing she does is hug you. Yeah. Your heart explodes in love. It breaks, and in that moment she puts it right back together again, beating harder than before. Faster too, and ever so much stronger. Every time she's around. It's magic. Its got to be.

You're not sure you're smart enough to come up with a word to describe her. Heck, she might be the only mare in the world who can describe her. And try as you might, you can't think of anyway to show her how you feel other than pulling her firmly into your arms, and passionately pressing your lips to hers. You wonder, if the pen is mightier than the sword, and a picture is worth a thousand words, what is the value of a kiss?

As far as your concerned it's infinite, because as you finally break that loving embrace she grins shyly, and flips her navy mane out of her eyes.

"I see the feeling is mutual." She giggles quietly. She turns to put her notebook away, and settle in cuddling next to you. You catch a glance at the page she's been writing and draw in a gasp.

It's not a scientific equation. It isn't a theory or notes, or an essay. It's not even a journal or a diary. It's just your name. Written over and over again in big, loopy fancy letters. Surrounded by doodled hearts and stick figure drawings of you and Twilight. Her scientific journal with a page missing. There is no science here, only the love sick scribbles of a happy mare. Your happy mare. You swear it's magic. But then, of course it's magic. It's what she does best, and for that, you'll always love her.