Shining Armor and Ms. Peachbottom

>With Cadance snoring beside him, Shining Armor lay awake in the king-sized bed in the crystal castle
>The image of those strong legs, the succulent plot of that mare that had hijacked the training running away was stuck in his mind.
>At the time he hadn't thought about it, the way she tried to seduct him.
>He was trying to be good with Twilight there, who had a reputation for telling on him ever since they were foals.
>He had his chance, and he ruined it, had he destroyed the chance to take the country cougar.
>Shining yearned to have more, to do more than look. Just to touch, to feel.
>With maybe more than just his neck, maybe more than just his arms.
>He was sure that the visitor with the floral suitcase was staying the night.
>Assuring that his wife was fast asleep, he slid out of the bed and pulled the covers with magic back into their place.
>Moving outside the bedroom door where his teleportation wouldn't be heard, he poised himself.
>With a small but definitely audible pop, his horn glowed weakly and he was just outside.
>Being the Crystal Prince by marriage, he was safe to be wandering about at night without the prying questions of the crystal guards' graveyard shift.
>Knowing the kingdom well, he quickly found his way to the normal guest suites' hotel.
>Entering quietly he smiled to the receptionist and her high-caffiene coffee, which seemed to be causing a lag.
>"Ah, hello Prince. What brings you to the hotel?"
>He thinks for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse.
"Um, I just came out for a night stroll."
>He responded with a wide smile to her inquisitive eyes.
>In an attempt to change the subject, he spoke once again, shattering the eerie silence.
"You look tired, ma'am, why don't I take over for a little bit while you go get some rest?
>Forgetting her distrust, she nodded gratefully and briefly explained everything, stepping aside and shuffling tiredly to the elevator.
>Once she was gone, he got behind the counter and searched for the guestbook.