Frayed Feathers and Scales

'Oh Celestia...I almost kissed her...'

Spike sat on his bed, his tail curled in nervousness as he stared at his hands. Sure, he looked calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was hyperventilating.

He had almost kissed Gilda, a woman almost as tough as Applejack. A woman capable of knocking a person out with a few hits. A woman whose very figure screamed 'You're going to leave in a stretcher.'

And Spike, the adorable, dorky dragon blooded boy almost kissed her. Kissed her!

His tail flicked as he looked up at the door, before standing up. He looked down at his pajamas, before throwing them off, putting on a fresh pair of pants and a purple shirt.

Deeming himself ready for the day he'd be spending inside, thanks to the month long storm, he got out of his room.

He quietly walked down the hallway, his ears tuned for talking or movement as he made his way down for some breakfast.

He looked through the pantries, before deciding for some cereal with gems in them.

He pulled down the bowl of gems, popping one into his mouth, before grabbing another, crushing it in his hands, then dropping it into the bowl. He then put in the sugary cereal, before stopping, staring at the fridge.

He stopped when his thoughts turned to Gilda. He couldn't help it, he was smitten with the warrior girl. He couldn't help but remember last night, staring into her amber eyes...his lips brushing hers...smelling her scent as she pulled him closer to snuggle.

The distant booming of thunder shook him out of his thoughts. He opened the door, grabbing out the milk, pouring into the bowl, then put the milk back, closing the fridge door with his hip as he walked over to the table.

He started to eat the cereal, enjoying the new flavors brought out by the sapphires and rubies. They made a great combo, who knew?

In mid bite, his mind turned to last night, his tail curling around the leg of the chair as he quietly ate.

A sudden...not so welcoming thought had wormed it's way into his head. He lifted a side of his lips, showing his fangs, angry that he even thought of it.

'What if she's using you for sex?'

Of course, they had barely even kissed yet, but he did weigh out his options. Pinkie had seen his...size, and had blabbed to most of her female friends about it. Single or dating mares would flash him hungry looks, sometimes even married mares would wink at him or hand him their phone number.

It was possible she was playing the long game, waiting for him to fully trust her. She could just be using him for sex and not share any feelings for him at all.

He stopped chewing and swallowed thickly, leaning back in his chair. His last date did admit she was only in it for sex. He, of course, declined and they had not had a date again, and, as far as he knew, she was dating a rather nice stallion.

Spike shook his head, that persistent thought biting into his thoughts, keeping a strong hold.

Gilda wasn't like that, was she? Just going to use him for sex, then drop him for someone she was serious with?

His thoughts turned to last night, the angry thought instantly being destroyed by one thing: her amber eyes.

He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but pure love and safety radiate from them. He didn't need magic or any high tech goober to tell that she had shared his feelings.

He remembered hearing her heartbeat through her chest; she was nervous. So was he, but now he had a solid answer in his feelings for once in his life.

He loved Gilda. No doubt about it.

There was no thinking required, no arguments, no second hand doubts or feelings.

He loved her.

Spike was instantly brought out of his thoughts by someone yawning. He looked up, the woman of his thought standing there.

She gave him a small, tired smile, but it made Spikes heart flutter in joy. She started to stretch, her shirt raising up to show some of her abs, before pulling her shirt down a little.

Gilda was still in her pajamas, Spike knew that much. However, he couldn't help but feel this...happiness, coming from her.

Spike finished his breakfast, before moving to the sink. Gilda set up the coffee maker, grabbing three mugs, before standing there in silence.

"So..." Spike began, nervous next to this woman. Hell, he still looked like a teen, he barely even came close to this woman.

"So...?"

Spike bit his lip, thinking, before blurting out, "Sorry."

Gilda cocked her eyebrow, before putting some sugar into her coffee, staring at Spike. "Sorry for what?"

"Last night. I'm sorry I kinda...dragged you on a date."

"Date?" Gilda teased, looking down at him, a smirk on her lips.

"I mean, yeah, I really like you, and it was sorta a thing between the two of us, just us, watching a movie together..." Spike continued, though, Gilda stopped his rambling when she placed a hand on his cheek.

He stopped immediately, before leaning into her warm hand, his tail curling in happiness, before letting it flick to and fro.

"Don't worry about it, Spike. I thought it was fun...and kinda cute." Gilda said, gently brushing his cheek with a thumb.

"Th-thanks." He replied, a light dusting of red on his cheeks.

They both sat down in a comfortable silence, sipping their sweet coffee in their peace.

Spike quietly scanned Gilda, her wearing a cute shirt that may have been a size too small for her, and some cute sweatpants.

What were cute about the sweatpants? Absolutely nothing. They were normal, grey sweatpants. They were only cute because Gilda wore them. But Spike didn't care. She could be wearing a dress on a date or nothing at all and he would think she would be beautiful, no matter what she wore.

"Hey, so...uhm..." Gilda perked up when he spoke, though he averted his gaze away from her eyes, looking everywhere else but at her. "We...got interrupted before we...could we...I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to, I am just saying that-"

Gilda rolled her eyes, her heart beating loudly for this sexy dork in front of her. She quietly took his hand, before leaning down.

Spike stopped rambling when Gilda started to lean down to him, staring into his beautiful emerald eyes with her soft amber ones.

They both leant forward, inching closer and closer until their lips finally met. Spike blushed brightly as he closed his eyes, Gilda following suite as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his arms wrapped around her back.

There was no battling tongues or saliva swapping. No heated moans that led into a feral fuckfest. No curling toes or foreplay involved with this kiss.

They just stood there, their lips pressed against each other their blushes bright and their love in sync.

When they finally pulled away, Gilda smirked while Spike smiled in his cute, dorky way, seeming drunk off of the kiss.

"So...?~"

"Best. Kiss. Ever."