The Mailbox Part II
 
>She could feel someones breathing against her. The rise and fall of the chest which she had her chin snuggled against.
>She rolled over and tried to stand up but found she couldn’t!
>She was trapped!
>Something, or someone was holding her down against the bed. She could feel their arm across her torso, effectively trapping her!
>Panic began to rise as she tried to wriggle away, still half awake. Her breathing sped up, her pupils dilated, and she began to sweat.
>She wasn’t used to being trapped like this. She was a pegasus, a free and untrappable creature if ever there was one!
>Then whatever it was that had her trapped mumbled something and loosened its arm around her.
>That’s when she recognized who it was holding her under the blankets.
>Why was she in bed with Anon?
>She rubbed her eyes, blinking repeatedly before the events of the previous night washed back into her head.
>She had gone to Anon’s during a rainstorm. 
>He had let her in to stay the night, offering her a bed, towel, and glass of water.
>Then, the power went out and she got scared? S-so he slept beside her?
>She muffled her eep, stuffing a hoof into her mouth as embarrassment flooded her crimson face.
>She had gotten scared in front of him. Showed weakness.
>That wasn’t something Rainbow Dash would do!
>She… admitted she was afraid.
>Something about him, some action of his had shattered her emotional walls. At least for a bit.
>He… showed compassion. Cared for her, providing a warm bed and even when that wasn’t enough, offered to spend the night with her.
>He still had his arm around her, fingers brushing gently against the back of her neck. It was comforting but not constraining. She could still move freely if need be. Unlike earlier. 
>It was more there to remind her that he hadn’t left or forgotten about her.
>She smiled, stretched, and gingerly rolled over, pushing her back against him.
>From there she wriggled to get more comfortable and pulled his hand against her chest. Feeling his fingers reflexively twitch and run through her fur.
>She gave a soft sigh and closed her eyes. Today felt like a good day to sleep in.
>He mumbled something against the back of her head and pulled her a bit closer against him.
>She smiled and slowly fell back to sleep.
 
>A while later she awoke again, this time sprawled across the mattress with the blankets pooled around her legs.
>She sat up, rubbed her cheek, and blinked stupidly before realizing that Anon was gone.
>He left!?
>She cross her hooves scowling. What kind of a host would just leave her alo- Wait is that pancakes?
>She sniffed a few times before crawling off the bed. Yep, definitely pancakes.
>She opened the door, wandered down the hall, and poked her head downstairs.
>But before she went down, she realized she didn’t know how to act.
>She had just spent the night at his house. Was she supposed to be flirty? Nonchalant? Mean?
>How would he be feeling? Maybe he was ticked at her for being so weak last night! Maybe he would get angry and never talk to her again!
>She nervously backtracked out of the hall and back into the bedroom. 
>Crap! She couldn’t see the kitchen from the stairs so she had no idea to make out what his mood was like!
>She huffed and sat on the bed, idly kicking her hooves and trying to figure out the best course of action.
>Maybe she could escape out the window? but then he would notice and bring it up later and then her friends would know! Then the word would spread that Rainbow Dash was scared of storms and she would have to leave town and move somewhere else!
>Crap! Crap! Crap!
>She groaned, holding her head and flopping onto her back, looking up at the ceiling.
>Maybe if she just stayed up here, he would come and get her.
>No, that wouldn’t solve anything.
>She sighed, rolling onto her belly and staring at the pillow.She was still somewhat in shock that she spent the night with him.
>Maybe this could finally lead to something. But… how would she bring it up? Maybe he could ask her out! A candlelight dinner, with soft music, maybe fireworks afterwards.
>Then they could go back here and sit by the fire… staring into each other ey- Or uh yeah a wonderbolts show! Followed by explosions! Then after that they could go tornado wrestling!
>Non girly stuff!
>She shook her head and frowned, seriously this was becoming a problem.
>Ok Dashie, do it. Just go downstairs and have breakfast. It’s not that hard.
>She took a deep breath, got herself all hyped up by replaying that one song she recently heard in her head, and walked back into the hall.
>She stopped at the top of the stairs, staring down at them. What if she tripped? Maybe she should just stay up here and go out through the window.
>No Dashie! She hit her forehead and gingerly took a step down. Then another. After that, one more. 
>Eventually she reached the bottom, looking around nervously.
>”Oh hey Dash!” A voice called out from behind. She jumped with a squeak and spun around to see Anon there. Wearing a pink apron with some batter splattered on it.
>She snorted, pointing at the apron.
“Nice dress!”
>He shrugged, turning back towards the kitchen from where he came. “There’s pancakes if you want some.”
“Ooh! Uh I mean. Coool…”
>She tried to act nonchalant, like he seemed to be. That or he was just being nice and she couldn’t notice.
 
>She wandered into the kitchen and sat down at the table, picking up a fork and knife. He soon walked over and placed a plate before her with a steaming pile of pancakes, along with a bottle of syrup and some butter. “Enjoy.”
>She tried to hide her smile behind an obviously fake yawn and dug in.
“Uh… Thanks.”
>He smiled and sat down across from her, having pulled the apron off and now eating some pancakes as well.
>Man they were really good pancakes. Better than the frozen stuff she bought.
“Hey Anon… Uh what’s in these pancakes?”
>He shrugged. “Family recipe with a secret ingredient.”
>She scowled. She hated secrets.
“Ok.. What’s the secret?”
>He raised an eyebrow and put down his fork. “You really wanna know?”
>She nodded vigorously and he smirked, leaning in close causing her to give a slight shiver. “It’s pony.”
>Did he just say Pony?
“WHAT?!?!?!!?”
>She spat out her food as he burst out laughing, almost falling out of his chair. “Gotcha! Nah it’s just lots of butter and I use brown sugar.”
>She scowled at him, trying to appear angrier than she actually was.
“No funny Anon.”
>He grinned, picking up his now empty plate. “I beg to differ.”
“Fine but I’m not cleaning up the pancake I spat all over your floor! That was entirely your fault!”
>He shrugged, wiping his plate clean and tossing it onto the drying rack. “Still worth it. Anyways, you busy today?”
>He wanted to know if she was busy? Her heart leapt, then crashed back down because she actually was busy. She had work.
>”Uh oh sorry… I am. I have work. Actually I gotta get going.”
>For a brief second, he looked crestfallen but then quickly returned to his cheery self. “Oh alright.”
“W-wait! I uh… I’m free later tonight! Like around seven! So can we hang out then?”
>She stood up and ran towards the door while he followed, wiping his hands dry. “Tonight at seven?”
>She nodded, opening the door. 
“Yeah!”
>He nodded back, holding it open for her and watching her leave. “Sweet then it’s a date!”
>She stopped stunned as he smiled and shut the door, faintly she could hear him chuckling. 
>A date?
>She beamed, her smile almost engulfing her head as she took off into the sky. 
>A date with Anon! She lay back in a cloud, hugging herself, still smiling. 
>She wondered what would happen.