[AiE] Spitting Fire - Part 3

"Today was filled with radiance and beauty. Her"
>Wrap your hand around the back of the book.
>Flip it over, closing the book with a 'thump'.
>Resting your hand on top of the book, you ask,
"S-so, what do you think?"
>There is no response from the pegasus sitting opposite you.
>She was looking down at her hooves awkwardly as you poured your heart out.
>The beautiful pony hides her head behind her hair, not having the courage to speak.
>She was clearly stunned; amazed, perhaps.
>"A-anon..."
>Even your heart stops to listen to her words.
>Staring into her eyes, you realise she's...
>Smirking?
>"I didn't know you wrote... fanfiction!"
>Your heart sinks at her reaction.
>Stupid, stupid Anon!
>You were clearly out of her league, there was no way in hell a fit, beautiful, athletic angel like her would even dare consider you as a boyfriend.
>Hanging your head in shame and embarrassment, you stand up to walk away.
>Maybe you'll move to god knows where.
>You've heard of a 'Ponyville' before.
>Maybe they'll take a creature like you in.
>Suddenly, you stop moving.
>Legs are still responding, but you feel pressure on your stomach.
>You realise what your looking down at;
>A Spitfire, eyes wet, looks up at you.
>She's putting her hoof on your stomach.
>Breaking eye contact, she moves to wrap her hooves around your waist.
>Her head rests at your hips, and you stand there shocked.
"Spitfire?"
>"Anon, you knucklehead, why didn't you just SAY what you felt about me!"
>She says this while holding back her giggle.
>Kneeling to be closer to her, you wrap you hands around her head and place it over you shoulder
"I just didn't know how to say it! I mean, you're the most sports-crazed pony I know! What would I expect, you to say 'So do I'?"
>"Well, I'm sorry"
"What are you apologising for? The way things are, I should be apologising for looking so sorry for myself!"
>"I never told you"
"Told me what?"
>"That... that I love you too"

>A tear forms on your eye.
>It wasn't of sadness, but of joy and relief.
>Relief that she isn't hurt, or upset.
>Relief that she didn't have to hide her feelings anymore, and neither did you.
>Relief that she actually loves...
>You.

>Your grip on Spitfire tightens, as does her hooves.
"Spitfire?"
>"Yeah, anon?"
"Think it's time to let go now?"
>"... just a bit longer."
>Both you and Spitfire share a laugh, over an overly dramatic scene.
>

End of part 3