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>There she is again, just across the room.
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>Staring.
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>You don't have to turn around to know it.
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>You've been going through this almost every single day lately. You just KNOW she's staring. Even though you hear papers shuffling on her table.
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>Both of you are working right now, she compiles her cutiemark magic studies, you try to figure out what went wrong in yesterday's experiment.
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>You don't want this shit to blow up in your face again just because you didn't notice the difference between solution turning brick red instead of berry red.
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>Alchemy sure is hard.
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>But it's even harder to concentrate on it when you feel her eyes drilling your back.
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>You are sitting on the opposite sides of the room and aren't even facing each other.
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>And yet it's like her pony peepers are fixated on you the whole time.
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>Is she even working at all?
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>You decide to sneak a peek of your own and you find that she is indeed working, looking down with muzzle scrunched and all that.
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>But as soon as your eyes find her she lifts her head and turns to meet your gaze.
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>A large grin overtakes her previously glum face and you even see her eyes sparkle for a second.
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>Turning away you feel like you just made a terrible mistake.
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>You have acknowledged her.
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>You know exactly how this is going to play out now. And now it's not something you can stop.
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>It's just a matter of time.
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>You can hear a very faint sound of papers being put down on the table. Then a bit of magic being used. And everything goes silent.
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>Turning your head even slightly will just encourage her more.
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>But even knowing that you still can't help it.
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>She's on her chair still. But the chair itself is halfway between you and her table. And she is facing you directly.
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>It's like a freaking mannequin horror.
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>You quickly turn your head back but you're pretty sure she noticed that.
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>The silence is deafening. You can't work like that.
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>You wait for the inevitable and it comes sooner than you think.
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>A tap near you is the sound of her chair being put on the floor. And it's right next to you.
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>Here she is. You can hear her breathing right next to you. All you have to do is turn and face her, and you do.
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>Her eyes are glistering and she wears a meek smile. She's blushing a bit.
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>Here's Bookbutt, ready for some affection. But you're having none of that.
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>This is getting ridiculous, for the last week this played out almost exactly the same. She wants gratification but now you're feeling like she's getting it too easily.
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>So you look at her for a while. Her breathing is getting a bit heavier and she blinks a few times, waiting for you to extend your arms and lift her, taking her on your lap.
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>Not today, Twigga.
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>You just nod to her and pretend to return to your work.
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>A few seconds later you hear a soft "Ahem" and you turn to her again. She almost lost her smile for a moment but it shines anew once she sees you paying attention to her again.
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>This mare, you swear to god. But you can't budge.
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"Hey, Twilight."
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>With this you go back to your papers yet again. Ok, so for this solution to-
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>"Ahehem!"
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>Well that was almost rude. Your eyes meet hers. She's confused and almost pissed off.
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"Twilight?"
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>She closes her eyes and leans forward, presenting her neck for you to put your arms around, like she does.
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>It's almost irresistible. Almost.
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>She fakes a cough after waiting for some time, then does it again, a bit louder, but to no avail. She pries her eye open and she's met with your (fake) concerned look.
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"Are you ok? You caught a cold or something? Don't sit so close then."
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>She is confused by that remark as you look away again. It was a bit weak and forced but it will have to do.
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>This time she doesn't respond immediately. Actually it's taking too long. Were you too rough or something? Did she take it literally? It's just teasing, right?
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>You can't help but to look at her again, this time with genuine concern, only to realise it was her plan all along.
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>As soon as you turn she nearly falls onto you, leaning forward so much your noses almost touch.
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>Her smile is pleading this time, as is her gaze. She's barely breathing in anticipation.
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>Your heart melts. But you HAVE to be adamant. You have to.
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>Your eyes shift above her in search for something to say. But as they wander back you see that she just stares at you without moving.
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"Twilight?"
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>No response.
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"Is there something in my eye?"
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>You lift your hand carefully to not touch her and you move a finger across your closed eyes in two quick motions.
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"Thanks."
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>Really smooth. You turn away.
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>You hear a slight grunt from Twilight but now you're content with not turning to her. This won't work for the second time.
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>Minutes pass. You almost get into your workflow again.
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>Wait, is she still sitting near you?
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>You don't like what you see when you turn around.
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>Twilight is all droopy. Her head hangs low. She doesn't look like she's crying, more like she's really uncomfortable and can't do anything about it.
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"What's the matter, Twily?"
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>She shifts in her chair a bit and then meekly responds.
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>"You know what's the matter."
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"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"
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>She doesn't even look at you but you see her cheeks turning red.
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>"D-do I really need to spell it out for you?"
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"I dunno, maybe?"
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>Now she just looks pissed.
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>"Oh come on! You know perfectly well. Don't make me say it."
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"Know what?"
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>"What I want."
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"Which is..?"
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>Now you lean forward and she's taken aback.
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>"Y-you know..."
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"I really don't."
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>"Anon!"
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"Nope."
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>"ANON!"
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>She's on the verge of tears, all flustered and blushing furiously, muzzle scrunched up.
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>You just shake your head and try to look away.
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>THUMP! Her hooves stomp the chair.
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>"Anon!! I want...hmh..."
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>Oh? Did you hear it?
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"What's that, Twilight?"
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>You lean in again to hear it better.
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>"I want huuhmhph..."
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>She muffles the last word but it's pretty obvious. Your mouth is wobbling in a pathetic attempts to hide a smile.
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"Say it, Twily."
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>"No!"
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"Come on, Twiggy."
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>"Anon! Don't make me!"
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"Aww, what do you want, my little princess?"
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>"AARGH! Fine! I want hugs!"
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>Tears form in the corners of her eyes. You would feel bad for this teasing if it wasn't so cute.
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"You want what?"
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>"I want HUGS! Do you hear it!? HUG ME!"
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>She's almost fuming. Your mouth gives in and you show her a giant grin.
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"Well why didn't you just say so?!"
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>With that you grab her and press her little body against yours, holding her as close as you can as she starts to wriggle in your arms, obviously mad.
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>"AAAH! Are you kidding me!? For fuck's sake, Anon, if you-"
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>Whoa, language, girl. Who taught her that word?
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>You try to plug her mouth with a kiss and it makes her even madder, judging by how intense her wriggling is, legs flailing around and wings hitting your arms in adorable impotent rage.
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>She mouths something like "Put me down" but it's hard to talk when your lips are constantly assaulted.
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>She tries to evade your attempts to smooch her but gives in soon enough.
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>After some time her body goes limp. When you break the kiss and look at her she's calm but still grumpy.
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>"Don't do that again, alright?" she says with the cutest imitation of irritation you've ever heard.
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>You just chuckle and hold her closer.
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"I'll try."
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>With that she completely calms down and finally returns the hug, legs holding you tight, wings wrapped around your back.
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>You can forget about your work for some time, Anon. You are needed by the princess.
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>It's gonna be a long and slow day again.
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