Hey OP(rewatch stream OP), here’s a gift for putting on these amazing streams every weekend! I hope you like it, based on this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fpwo6ubb7RQ and the discussion in the chat around it.
This is my first green so if any of you read this please tell me what I can do to improve.
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>You rap your knuckles against the grain of the candle carved into the door, breathing in the cool night air of Ponyville while you wait.
>The scent of various flowers and grass retreats as the woody smell of oak makes itself present in your senses, bringing vague memories of comfortable nights spent indoors at the fireplace.
>The tell-tale chime of channeled magic and creaking wood returns you to the present and you refocus on the slowly opening door in front of you, donning a gentle smile to greet your close pony friend.
>The lavender unicorn looks straight ahead, expecting to see another pony at her level until she tilts her head up as she realizes who is at her doorstep.
>”Oh, you came after all!” She gives a tired but warm smile as she brushes her mane away from her eyes.
“Of course! I can’t think of a better place to be than here with you tonight.”
>A small blush appears on her cheeks as she looks away from you and back. “You didn’t need to spend your Friday night with me.”
>You reach down and stroke over her mane a few times, feeling the silky strands as they pass under your palm.
“I don’t need to, I want to. Let’s have a relaxing night together.”
>Her eyes, tired from a day of reading and helping ponies find books, perk up as you confirm your desire to share time with her. You can almost see them sparkle in the twilight. [spoiler]heh[/spoiler]
>You follow her as she turns to lead you into her library home, the wooden fragrance of the living tree becoming stronger and mixing with the scent of paper books as the gentle clip-clop of her hooves on the wood relaxes you.
>As you climb the stairs with the unicorn mare you notice her pet owl watching over the library, and see her dragon assistant already asleep in his bed. 

>Passing by her living area she lights up her horn to grab a pile of neatly folded blankets. You both continue up the stairs to finally exit onto her tallest balcony at the top of the oversized tree.
>After closing the door behind you, you turn to see her already seated on one of the unfolded blankets, looking through her telescope. You admire her starlit form as she readily falls into a studious pose, a persistent small smile on her face as she examines the stars.
>You take a seat next to her and she leans away a bit, allowing you access to the lens. “OK, if you don’t move the telescope it should be right on Orion’s belt!” She excitedly whispers to you. “Do you see the three stars?”
>Recognizing the stars you instinctively nod, accidentally nudging the scope. 
“Oops, sorry Twilight.”
>She doesn’t skip a beat, that same smile ever-present as she meets your eyes. “That’s OK, let me find another one we can share.” As she goes back to adjusting the scope you take some time to admire the most beautiful thing you will see all night, her. 

>The moonlight and starlight provide the perfect ambience to admire the mare. Her passion for knowledge is evident in her body language as she searches for another constellation to teach you, capturing your attention as much as her physical attributes.
>She continues to animatedly whisper about the stars as you lose yourself in her form. Her seated pose emphasizes the most important constellation of the night, her cutie mark. The stars in her short hair coat lay over her very attractive flank, and you only manage to break away by remembering her captivating amethyst eyes.
>As you return your gaze to her face, you realize she’s stopped talking and has been watching you admire her. With a growing blush she boldly meets your eyes and with a burst of confidence quickly brings her lips to your cheek, placing a smooch there.
>You watch her bashfully drop her eyes to the ground and shiver a bit as your cheek tingles. With a warm feeling in your heart you grasp the edge of one of the folded blankets, pulling it over the two of you as you lean together.

>Forgoing words, you reach your arm around her and hug her close, sharing your warmth under the blanket to stave off the crisp air. Her scent becomes stronger, a mix of smoky vanilla and paper books with a hint of lavender.
>You feel her relax as she regains confidence enough to continue telling you about the stars, and you feel a sense of belonging as you content yourself to listen. 
>This gentle cuddle and lecture continues for a while, until you hear her yawns becoming more frequent. Her eyes are struggling to stay open but you can tell she wants to keep going for you.
“Thank you for such a beautiful night, Twilight. Let’s get some rest alright?”
>She gives a sleepy yawn as she nods in agreement, and just like that she’s drifting to sleep in your arms. Grabbing the rest of the blankets you craft a makeshift mat to lie on. 
>Spooning her, you can feel her heartbeat and hear her gentle breathing. The scent of her mane grows as she nuzzles her head under your chin. Finally you let her body heat relax your muscles, letting the now dreaming mare lull you to sleep.