I woke up as the first beams of light met my eyes, a total absence of sound in the early morning. March was still sound asleep, I could feel a small stream of saliva down my neck from where she rested her mouth during the night. I gave her cheek a little pinch, smooth, soft, and surprisingly cold. Her expression was peaceful, like all the worries in the world had melted amidst her slumber.

For as long as I could before my eyes got the better of me, I kept watch over her. Between yesterday and now, she had wrapped her legs and hooves around me, and any movement puts me at risk of waking her up. I didn’t know what would come if she were awakened, but I’d rather not sour her rest. Seconds blended into minutes as I lay, a very faint tick from the alarm clock on her side. It was soon to reach 7:30, the faint light from outside turned a brighter shade as more tendrils grasped their way through the gaps in the curtain.

A morning yawn escaped my arm as I did my best to stretch my limbs under the tiny wiggle room. I shut my eyes again, prepared to return to sleep.

The alarm clock screeched, vibrating the table like ball-peen hammer against wooden planks. I panicked and reached over march, slamming it down. I was relieved as it stopped, continuing to tick like nothing happened. March was still sound asleep, not moving as much as a muscle throughout the entire ordeal.

No wonder why she required that monster of an alarm clock to wake her up.

“Looks like I’ll have to wake you up myself,” I said, brushing her hair. I leaned closer into her and nibbled on her ear. It had a delightful softness, the slight bend of the cartilage much familiar to my own. She began to shift and turn under me, pushing against me with a big stretch. I would’ve liked to go back for seconds as she opened her mouth to yawn, but out of courtesy, I left her tongue alone. First, her right eye opened, then her left, they looked at mine in their groggy state.

“Mmh, Anon…” She mumbled, freeing a hoof from my side to rub her eyes. Her voice had such an angelic quality when she’s tired, and I couldn’t help but to smile. “...Did something happen?” She droned, crust below her eyes.

“Morning, March,” She nodded, “Your alarm clock ran so I woke you up,” I said, planting a firm kiss on her forehead.

“Ope, time for work…” I laid there and watched as she slid out of bed and darted around the room, a sudden burst of energy compared to before. She smiled every time we exchanged glances, putting on her hat. By the time she got her jacket on, I was laying there grinning like a maniac.

“Now that’s the March I’m used to,” I said, pointing at her clothing. Tucking in her tie, she chuckled.

“Which version do you prefer, hm?” She asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

“I don’t really care, as long as it’s you,” I winked, which caused her to blush a little. For someone who deals with such pressure on a daily basis, it sure was easy to make her blush.

“Gosh, so much sap I could put it on some pancakes,” She shook her head and strode over, giving me a peck on the cheek and licking it, “Mmh, and you’re just as sweet as one,” she said.

“Who’s being sappy now?”

“Oh please, you came to me in the first place,” she fixed some of the creases in her outfit and turned to me, “Well, I’ll be heading out now, I l…love you Anon,” she swallowed.

“Awh, I love you too, March,” I beamed. It takes a lot out of anypony to say that, and I’m glad to be the receiver. She scratched her chin with her hoof for a second and leaned towards me, whispering,

“I prefer ‘cutie’.”

Author's Note

And they live happily forever after!

Just kidding, I don't know how their relationship will progress. Hope you guys liked reading this story, I love March to the ends of the earth and back so some of that is reflected within this little fic.

I hope you loved her in this story,

Because she loves you too!