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- >The sun hit your eyes, and you simply rolled over.
- >Twilight, however, began to stir with the alarm clock.
- >"Mmmm...Anon, time to get up... "
- "Why...?" You asked into the pillow, obviously not going anywhere.
- >"Sun's up, so we need to be..." Twilight replied with equal exhaustion.
- "We had a late night with that ambassador..." You almost whined.
- >Last night, Twilight was host to an ambassador from the Minotaurs.
- >No two ways about it, he was an asshole.
- >Constantly attempting to scare Twilight into submission for little concessions here and there.
- >Naturally, the Alicorn didn't budge, especially with you playing bodyguard.
- >Supposedly, humans were part of Minotaur folklore, usually as terrifying monsters that killed Minotaurs by the dozens before mysteriously vanishing.
- >Eventually he had relented and signed the trade treaty, leaving for his home country.
- >At four in the morning.
- >Twilight went to get up, shutting the alarm off.
- >Your arm lanced out a moment later, dragging the pony back to bed.
- >"C'mon Anon, we need to get up."
- "No." You refused, pulling the pony princess into your bare chest.
- >She resisted for half a second before 'giving in'.
- >"But..."
- "It's the weekend, we can sleep in." You continued, running your hand across her back and over one of her wings.
- >She sighed in defeat and pleasure as you continued your light massage along her back and eventually along her scalp.
- >You pulled her closer, nose near enough to take in her scent.
- >Lavender from her shampoo, as well as other, more natural scents.
- >Twilight had turned in your arms, leaving the two of you face to face.
- >She was careful to not hit you with her horn as she planted several delicate kisses on your neck.
- >The mare then set her forehead on yours, a small, exhausted smile gracing her features.
- >"You're right...should I set the alarm?"
- "No. We deserve this," you chuckled.
- >"Mm..."
- >She buried her head into your chest, her free wing extending over your shoulder in a wing-hug.
- >Once you heard her breathing level out, you reached over and grabbed the list she had for today on her nightstand, and carefully crumbled it up.
- >The Princess and her consort would be unavailable today, Ponyville would get over it.
- ---
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