You look around the library, taking the atmosphere.
As could be assumed, there are books, many, many books, but since this particular library also serves as Twilight Sparkle's home, there are furnishings of various sorts strewn about.
Tables, cushions to sit on, various little places here and there with books opened to the place the young unicorn had left them, a platform much higher inside the tree that makes up this building on which a bed can be seen.
A fire crackles softly in a stone fireplace kept a safe distance from any kind of stray book or page.
Normally, the notion of using a library as one's living quarters may have seemed strange, but this place is comfortable, relaxing, and almost has some air of familiarity in it, as if it were the home of a close friend or family member.
Succinctly, it is inviting.
 
Smirking at your apparent enamor with her home, the purple pony promptly picks up a book and sets it upon a stand, using her horn to magically and effortlessly turn the pages while speaking.
 
"Well, I take it you're already making yourself at home." Her words would have perhaps had a tinge of negative sarcasm had she been any other pony, but you can tell that with Twilight, it's simply how she is.
"I would have to say that our date tonight went extraordinarily well! The food, the locale, the atmosphere, it all rated at least an eight point five, I'd say, according to the scale here."
Her voice is cutely peppy and enthusiastic as she happily gaugesher experience according to 'Courting with Colts, Vol. V.‟
 
As you trot around the combination house and library, nodding your head merrily in response to the young mare's final results' for the night, you can't help but wonder where her young companion, Spike, might be hiding; this is the first time you've actually been invited into the home, ashamedly never having actually used it as a library before, either, and you know that if there's any chance of further romance occurring, even if it's in Twilights own unorthodox style, the 'little brother' aspect could ruin it.
Sure enough, as if on cue, a sheet hanging on the far side of the room flips up and in a puff of green smoke the young dragon
appears in right gentlemanly outfit; a small tuxedo suit, top hat, monocle, scepter, and spell-granted moustache.
Truly a hilarious sight.
 
"I shall be attending Miss Pinkamina's social tonight for the express purpose of courting Lady Rarity", Spike spoke in a heavy, falsified 'fancy' accent.
"Do not wait up for me, for I may not return until the morrow." He struts stylishly toward the door, brushing up against you on his way out, and turns to whisper into your ear; "Good luck, fella. She's been talkin' about you for weeks, and I don't wanna be here when things get gross."
 
"Alright, mmm hmm, see you later!" Twilight speaks without even taking her eyes away from the book.
It seems strange that she'd let him go without even a little chastising, but perhaps she's just used to the fact that he's safe amongst all the ponies in Ponyville?
As he makes his exit, she continues: "Now, this is really interesting. Apparently, after the fifth date, we're supposed to assume courting one another. That's why I invited you. I had read about it, but I hadn‟t actually gone into the finer details. Whew, it looks like we have  lot of work to do."
The unicorn looks at you almost like the two of you are about to embark on something serious.
"You ready?"
 
A look of awkward, giddy surprise crosses your face.
You love and have always loved this straightforward, logic-driven attitude of Twilight's.
Though she can indeed make decisions based on her heart and emotions, when it comes to certain matters she's still quite clueless except through the help of books, using only her brain to get her through.
This entire adventure with dating has been especially adorable; asking her out months ago and receiving a surprisingly positive response, the two of you have gone out exactly once per three weeks, on Friday night.
 
Throughout the whole of the experience, the violet pony has excitedly conducted herself and guided the course of your romantic interactions based on what she could learn from texts on the subject.
You know full-well that things of this nature can never be taught or learned purely through the written word, but the experience has beenso endearing given Twilight's attitude that you've not even harbored a dare to put any kind of stop to it.
 
Nodding your head, the well-kempt unicorn walks over to you, book still hovering before her, her eyes still fixated upon its pages.
She turns to the side and puts it down before she finally speaks to you directly.
"Honestly, I'm astounded at the sheer amount of... things it suggests at this point."
She smirks at you awkwardly. "Well, we start with one of these, again..."
 
Twilight approaches you, eyelids shut, and pecks you on the cheek, followed by a second kiss on the lips.
You've kissed before, after the third date, and again after the fourth, but it's still wonderful every time.
However, something is different about this one, her lips never leave yours, and she keeps pressing further in, elevating the kiss to a full one, a deep one.
Her tongue gently moves in and caresses yours, softly and thoughtfully.
You utterly melt at the delicate demeanor the unicorn has underneath all that stone-faced logic; though she does show it from time to time in other ways, this is the first you've so heavily experienced it in direct contact.
It is simply wondrous.
 
Pulling out from the kiss at last, you stare at one another before she starts up again.
"W-well, you see, the goal is physical stimulation..."
You notice a small blush form on her cheeks.
"At... this point, there are quite a few suggestions..."
She lies down, curiously, and looks up at you.
"I think we should start with the 'sensual massage'. I mean, if that‟s alright with you. If you're comfortable with that."
 
The blush contagiously climbs upon your face as well, and you swallow a lump in your throat.
"M-massage?... Are YOU comfortable with that?"
 
The pony nods. "Of course." She has an expression of complete trust, though you can't be too sure if it's trust that you'll do a good job or just a total trust in what the book says.
"You may start whenever you'd like."
 
Approaching her side and bending down, your eyes widen and your pulse hastens as the reality fully dawns upon you that you are about to get to touch your beloved's gorgeous violet body, apparently as much as you'd like.
Hardening your resolve, you place a hoof on the small unicorn's back, between her shoulders.
You start rubbing, softly at first, but gradually becoming more firm as she seems to be yielding to you.
 
"A-are you sure about this? May I keep going?"
Finding it difficult to believe that you've just gone from almost entirely nonphysical relationship to being allowed to have such direct contact, you can't help but ask.
 
"Yeah, yeah..."
The young mare seems to already be enjoying your touch quite a bit.
"The book says to do it however you want. Just make it... sensual."
 
With another gulp, you shake your head briskly and then continue your work.
Placing both hooves upon her back, you start to press and knead the silken, violet skin underneath.
Your intended goal being Twilight's satisfaction, you rub and caress her skin lovingly, making sure to relieve as much of her stress as you possibly can, while trying to keep a level head yourself.
 
Alarmingly, the pony under your hooves rolls around, exposing her belly to you, her legs all fully extended.
You want to ask again but would prefer not to seem slow at grasping the idea to Twilight; she wants a sensual massage. You know this.
So, without further inner debate, you begin to prod softly at her chest, your lower lip snugging itself between your teeth as a natural reflex.
As you rub around her ribcage in a circular motion, all seems wellso far, so you dare to place your other forehoof onto her pillow-soft stomach.
The impossibly tender feel of her purple tummy draws your attention, and as you continue to rub at her chest with your left hoof, your eyes and thoughts focus on the heaving cushion under your right.
 
As you stroke her body adoringly, Twilight emits several faint, lovely gasps.
Her eyes are closed and she's breathing evenly, her stomach growing and shrinking with her breaths as you caress it softly.
 
 
Thinking it wise not to idle too long on any certain part of the body, you finally take your attention away from her tummy and trail your hooftip up to her flank, gently working the area around her cutie mark.
You hear the pony make a satisfied “mmm~", her smile curling upwards as she feels your touch on that part of her body. You take both hooves and knead her luscious flank, her hindleg lifting and tightening as you work.
 
Following the reaction, you caress her upper leg down to her hock, and from there to her hoof.
Cupping it in between your own forehooves, you lightly scrub the rigid, U-shaped area around the sides and front.
Twilight giggles under her breath and rolls partially onto her back, sticking the hoof you hold straight up so as to give you complete access to it.
You run your forehooves up and down the length of her satin hindleg, worrying a bit as you approach the thigh but quickly realizing she very much enjoys it.
Time and again your hooves move all the way down to that area and back up again, and you seem to hear her gasp gently each time your touch crosses that inner thigh.
 
Sighing contentedly at the way things are going, you lower your head and nuzzle gently at the side of her hoof.
You kiss it several times, moving slowly toward the frog, kissing it all the way to the center, and as if pulled by an invisible leash
find yourself licking at it.
Now that you've finally pressed your snout against her body, you can't help but want to taste it, and even her hoof is as lovely as you'd imagine.
 
"H-hey, now, you're skipping ahead..."
Twilight's voice suddenly pierces through what had been a serene blanket of background noises, from the crackle of the fire to the
alluring sounds of her own satisfaction.
"That stuffs supposed to wait till after the, um..."
She freezes, looking into your eyes, her gaze shifting at the moment into one of lust and longing.
"You know what? Forget the book. Do whatever you'd like to me." She rolls over onto her other side, sticking her left hoof into the air as she'd had her right one.
"But first, do all that again for this leg, if you'd please."
 
Complying, you give the other flank a rub, but throw in the simultaneous massaging of her inner thigh on this side.
The unicom squirms and giggles, her leg kicking gently as you touch a place no one else has likely touched since she was a foal.
 
You move on to the very bottom of her belly, rubbing it up and down, triggering a response of heavy breaths laced with light moans from Twilight's lips.
Grasping her leg in between your forehooves, and with much more bravado than the last time, you immediately begin nuzzling and kissing her silken hoof, stroking the erect leg up and down all the while.
 
Once satisfied with the amount of love you've given her legs, you ease yourself down onto her body, nuzzling and kissing and licking all the way from her stomach up to her neck; the smell and taste is clean and intoxicating, like a tangy, fruity mix of grapes and something inexplicable, something sparkly.
By the time you reach her neck, you're licking fervently,covering every inch you pass by with the caress of your tongue.
Twilight complies gratifyingly, the feel of her deep-throated groans of delight tickling your nose as they pass through the soft muscles of her neck.
 
Assuming the purple pony wouldn‟t particularly enjoy the taste of lips that have just been on her hooves amongst other places, you move right up her jawline to her fluffy little ear, nipping at it playfully with your mouth.
Twilight giggles and rolls around with you a bit, as out of the comer of your eye you spot that little familiar sight that makes her what she is, the cute little purple spiral that is her horn.
 
Taking a dare, you move your face over to it and begin to nuzzle it.
Though very, very firm, it has a surprising softness compared to what you were expecting.
It feels more like a tough rubber than a bone of any sort.
The tip is rounded just enough that you can rub against it with no danger of being pricked.
Lightly, you begin to lick at the tip with your tongue, wondering if it would even warrant a response, curious as to whether or not Twilight would even feel it.
As you hear her gasp in accordance with your action, a grin can't help but form upon your face.
 
You move down to the base of the horn, nudging her hair away from it with your nose, and start to kiss softly at both her forehead and the base of the magical implement.
Kissing again and again, softly, up the length of the horn, you eventually wrap your lips around it at the midpoint, the tip sticking out from the side of your mouth.
Grasping it between your teeth, you allow your tongue to play about, lapping at the horn, moving back and forth between its base and tip.
 
This entire process may have seemed strange, were it not for the intoxicating smell of the lovely pony as well as the response she gives in that sweet, tender voice of hers:
"T-that's... that's something that a unicorn... isn't supposed to do, except with... the person they love the very most." Twilight's voice rife with heavy pants you feel brushing hot against your skin.
"Which is why... I'm totally fine... with you doing it."
 
Flowing with joy to the point at which the corners of your eyes moisten in response to this, you take your mouth briefly off the horn and bend down to give her a nice, wet kiss straight between the nostrils.
Returning to your duty, you lick the length of the sweet horn, from the base, working your lips around the tip once you reach it.
You move down, pushing the majority of the horn into your mouth, licking and suckling on it as you allow yourself to become totally sensually enchanted between the smells of Twilight's hair, the sound and feel of her breaths, and the almost sugary taste of her horn.
Feeling as if the sparkly tang of this taste is increasing more and more as you suckle, you slowly becomeaware that along with Twilight's moans, increasing in length and volume, your mouth is being filled with the ethereal fizz of concentrated magic.
 
"D-don't... be scared. Please dont... -huff-... move away yet..." Twilight implores you.
Keeping up with what you've been doing and allowing the magic to fill and caress the inside of your mouth, you're both anxious and excited for what may happen.
What comes next is beyond words; the whole of your mouth, no, your entire body tingles and shivers.
 
For a brief moment that seems like it could have been an eternity in another reality, you could swear that you're floating somewhere, high in the sky, or maybe not the sky, maybe a magical realm that surpasses description.
You lay there, holding your darling Twilight Sparkle, staring into her entrancing eyes; contrary to your earlier notion, she plants a firm, deep, lasting kiss onto your lips, and you float in this state for the remainder of your time in that place.
 
Next thing you know, you're lyingon a rug in the middle of the library, next to the beautiful young unicorn, who's fast asleep, her hair frizzled and a smile placed gently upon her muzzle.
You lay with her for some time, kissing her on the snout or forehead at regular intervals, until the sun begins to rise through the windows and the morning birds begin to chirp.
You know that Spike could be back at any moment, but you don't care.
He might as well see you like this, as he's going to have to get used to it.
 
At last, Twilight's lovely eyelids begin to lift, and she stares at you endearingly, the smile never once leaving her face for a moment.
"Next time..." Twilight speaks in a tired, but contended voice. "Next time, we gotta try Volume 2."