DashxAnon Warmth (NOT MINE)

>You are warm.
>It is a feeling more filling than any you had imagined.
>It isn't a cloying heat or a shifting curtain of comfort.
>No, this warmth goes deeper than the skin. It makes your heart beat faster and your whole self taunt with such perfect content.
>this warmth radiates from the slight contact under your arm and across your chest.
>you steal a quick glance down, not the first or nary the last, at the mare who is fighting the welcoming clutches of sleep to see the coming of Christmas.
>Rainbow's head bobs for the umpteenth time that night.
>her eyes reflect the fire's soft glow, golden and low.
>her breath is soft and spaced, the sound of her exhalation adding to the moment.
>she bobs and you smile at her stubbornness.
>she regaled you with her competitive streak not half an hour prior, boasting of her willingness to stay up as long as you did even as she scoffed down another warm brownie and chased it with a tall glass of milk.
>you smile as she instinctively snuggles into your chest beneath the cover of the thick blankets.
>the fire coughs sparks politely at the display, giving you a good view of the pony finally dozing in your arms.
>her sleepy smile adds fuel to the furnace hammering in your chest even as the first of her drool begins to stain your shirt.
>you place a hand consolingly on Dash's head and smile at nothing in particular.

>You are warm and that is all that matters.