-Do I really need to wear that, Spitty?

-Pleeease, Soar. Do it for me. It will be fun, I promise.

…

-Ok, hun. You can open your eyes now…

When Soarin opened his eyes, he froze at view of Spitfire. Her eyes, half-opened and heavy of violet eyeshadow, looked at him flirtatiously, mysteriously. He tried to say something, but words have stuck in his throat.

Spitfire smiled at view of stallion’s widened eyes and opened mouth. Yes, she did it. She dazzled Soarin. Yellow mare felt his heart accelerating. She strengthened a hug and licked her lips.

-Soo… what happened, Rudolph? Why are you shivering like this? – asked Spitfire, then slightly opened her mouth.

-Er… – replied Soarin after small pause – I’m… that’s because I’m cold Spit, I mean miss Claus.

-Cold? – Spitfire leaned, so barely few millimeters were separating their mouths. Blue stallion could feel her breath on his muzzle – Poor thing. I think I can help you with it.

Spitfire closed her eyes and leaned. Suddenly she was stopped by Soarin’s red nose. Surprised mare tilted her head, avoiding the obstacle and kissed her coltfriend passionately. Soarin moaned. They didn’t last in kiss long. Spitfire broke it, and breathing heavily with her eyes still closed, asked blue stallion:

-So, how do you feel now, Rudolph?

-Better…

She opened her eyes, released his from hug, leaned back and still sitting on his knees, started playing with her orange mane.

-Sooo… how do you like my new image, reindeer? – asked Spitfire playfully.

-Astonishing – said Soarin – Can’t remember if I’ve ever seen you with a make-up.

Mare waved her hoof in front of his face – No, it’s only for tonight. So don’t get used to it, pie boy. I mean Rudolph – she giggled – Do I need this make up to look pretty for you? – added Spitfire anxiously.

-No, heavens no! – quickly replied Soarin – It’s just… that’s something unusual, Spitty.

-Spitty?

-I mean, miss Claus …

Two pegasi locked their gazes. Soarin snorted and jumped on Spitfire. Mare squeaked…

Soarin’s cutie mark: mokrosuhibrijac

Spitfire’s cutie mark: machstyle