Strawberries

Strawberries.

She tasted like strawberries.

Her name was Spring Blossom and her lips tasted like strawberries.

Silver Wing had only met her a few days ago, but he had been smitten with her ever since. The grey Pegasus had fallen head over hooves for her, but he didn't mind at all. After all, he was kissing her delicious lips right now.

Many thoughts were rushing through his head, how? Why? Those were questions for another time however, as he was not going to ruin this moment. He was kissing the mare of his dreams and he was Oh so happy. Her soft blonde mane was brushing up against his body, her smooth pink coat pressed close to Silver's. Her hooves ran through his cruffy blue mane and he was soaking up every second of it.

Just then, a soft but clear voice interrupted him. "Silver?". He recognized the voice instantly, and his eyes snapped open.

It was then he realized his day-dreaming had got the better of him again. He had been making out with a strawberry for quite some time. He quickly retracted the hoof holding the strawberry away from his face, and looked up at the pony who interrupted him.  Her soft blonde mane shimmered in the sun, and her pink coat was blowing slightly in the wind. "You want me to give you two some privacy?", asked Spring Blossom, chuckling with a soft smile.

Silver got up from his seat, stretched his wings out and flew over Spring's head, landing a few feet behind her. "We going or what?", he asked, smirking. Spring simply rolled her eyes at him, and the pair began walking towards the bowling alley not far away. They were happy, but one thing was bothering Silver.

"Hey blossom? Can you not tell the guys about what just happened?", asked Silver, hoping mightily. Spring pondered it for a moment, then replied. "I'm not making any promises".

FIN.