Pillow Fights and Wedded Nights
The married life was good, so Shining Armor had told Spike many times before. If he had been confidant of this fact when he asked her to marry him and when he saw her walk down the aisle toward him—he would have sworn on his soul that this fact was true the moment they walked into the doors of their new home. Twilight had filled his head with ideas of responsibility and adult like behavior, and he was prepared for all of this; all thought of being a grown up and any inkling of responsibility left his mind the second his new bride pounded towards their bed with a childish glint in her eye.
He had hesitated at first to join her when she suddenly leapt up and began to bounce on the feather filled mattress. Spike blinked in surprise before her laughter propelled him forward and he jumped up with her. She squealed when his additional force propelled her higher in the air. He couldn’t help but stare as the elegant dress her sister had slaved over floated around her with her loosened mane—she looked absolutely perfect.
So lost in his thoughts, he forgot to prep himself to jump when her weight suddenly hit the mattress. He was flung off the bed and landed awkwardly on his back.
“Oh my gosh!” she squealed, hurrying to the edge of the bed to look down at him. Her green eyes shimmered with horror as she stared at the sprawled dragon. “Are you okay?!” He chuckled as he pushed himself with his elbows, peering up at her with a cocked brow.
“I’m fine,” he laughed, standing up to nuzzle her softly. Sweetie Belle blinked and then smiled, softly nuzzling him back. His shoulders relaxed and he moved in to kiss her—
—only to have her hit a pillow across his face with an energetic and un-lady-like snort.
Oh.
It was on.
Spike snatched up the nearest pillow and swung it at the laughing mare, who held her own fluffy weapon up for defense. A green haze filled gathered around the barrage of pillows at her disposal and she smirked up at him from under the pillow in her hooves. He blinked once and before he could comprehend what was going on, Sweetie Belle flung the collection of pillows at him.
“NO MAGIC THAT’S CHEATING,” he roared in laughter, diving through a gap in the pillows to try to get to his wife. She squealed and tried to scramble away, the dress holding her back somewhat. The dragon laughed as the pillows repeatedly beat against his skull and back; he leapt at the scrambling mare and landed against the mattress with a hard bounce that sent them flying up into the air and the downy mattress slid off its frame. Sweetie Bell squealed as they rolled onto the floor, wedged awkwardly between their wall and the mattress.
The collection of pillows landed on top of them.
There was silence as the two blinked in surprise and then they glanced at one another. Their green eyes met and Sweetie had to bite her lip as Spike gave a quiet snort before they both gave way to the bubbling laughter. Spike held her close against him and hid in her mane as they laughed. Sweetie Belle’s hooves kicked in the air, throwing off the pillows as she laughed.
A good few minutes later, the two finally settled down somewhat, both gasping for air. Spike smiled and gave a breathy laugh as he softly nuzzled into Sweetie’s rustled mane. “I love you,” he murmured, his claw carefully lacing into her violet hued mane. She smiled and snuggled into his hold with a content hum, foreleg draping against his side.
“I love you, too.”
The two laid there for a few more minutes, silently enjoying each other’s company when Sweetie Belle’s voice finally sliced through, a pillow held up in her hooves with a playful grin, “Another round?”
