You get around to asking, cautiously, about the blank spots in your memory of what happened last night while you help her dry off.
In the end the night is revealed to have gone something like this:
The two of you dashed up to her room, nearly tripping over one another as both refused to stop lavishing the other with attention.
You stumbled into the room, managing to close the doors behind you, and you fell on the bed with Luna on you already.
She admits to having been a bit tipsy, to put it lightly, and that's why she hadn't spoken much. She was just so focused on loving you, she didn't have time for anything else.
Regardless, you returned those efforts, tweaking her wings and making her feel amazing. Things moved on, getting heated, until you were licking her and pushed her over the edge. Feeling selfish, she had meant to give you a return service of similar quality, but by the time she had recovered her wits, you were asleep.
"I refashioned your pants for you, since you seemed comfortable," she admits, "I still owe you for that, though I suppose it will have to wait for a while."
You're really starting to regret your choice, as you wrap Luna's mane in the towel and dry yourself off.
Luna sees the look in your eye and gives you a kiss while you adjust her towel, "In good time. I'll make sure you get what you deserve, and more," she smiles, "But for now, let's just go tell my sister our decision, shall we?"
With a final peck on the cheek she heads back into her room, leaving you to ponder her words.
This whole restraint thing is overrated, you decide as you follow into her room.I actually need to call it here guys, something's come up. I apologize in advance.