Fuck me silly, Thunderlane!~ <3

Sup “eyebrow wiggle”

Cereal Velocity knew he was dreaming.  
He always did.  
That didn’t stop the dreams.  
It never did.
 
Rarity was in his kitchen. Well, it was sort of a weird amalgamation of the kitchen he had now and the one from his childhood. The point was, this is what he thought of when he thought “kitchen” without any sense or coherency getting in the way.  
Cereal knew it was Rarity even though he was just walking in. Shew as at the stove, her coiffure pulled up and netted. A sweet tune was emanating from behind closed lips as she hummed through the task. Steam was rising, and from the pot on the stove a gentle bubbling declared the nature of the meal she was making for him. An apron was draped over her front, though from behind it was hard to see how pony aprons were supposed to work. Anyway, the soft light played off of Rarity’s silver coat. The image was one of grace, and great affection.  
If she noticed him standing in the doorway, she didn’t let on. He was hesitant to make a noise. The scene was absolutely picturesque.
 
Cereal knew he could stare at her there all day.
 
But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He never could.
 
Clearing his throat, Cereal broke the silence. “Hey hot stuff, any of that for me?”  
Rarity turned, except it wasn’t Rarity. It was Mr. Cute Butt himself: Thunderlane.  
“Yep!” he declared, and proceeded to waggle his eyebrows with a wicked smugness.
 
As always, the alarm sounded from the nightstand. Whether freed from or torn cruelly away from this vision, Cereal could never decide.  
He was afraid of deciding.  
He was afraid there might not be regrets.