Octavia grumbled as she crossed the frost-laden grass, an increasingly warm thermos clenched tightly in her hands. Exhaling a puff of steam, the raven-haired player followed as Symphony led her across the expansive field in Canterlot Park, a weighty blanket casually draped over one shoulder. Tossing her head to the side, Octavia half-smiled at Bonbon as she swept passed her, an elated smile curling the glistening lips as she half-jogged to catch up to the giggling violinist. Beauty Brass sauntered up beside the still grumbling cellist, a fair smile curling her mouth.

"Don't be so grumpy, Octavia. You'll enjoy it, really."

Waving her free hand, the dark-haired player watched as Symphony and Bon spread the thick blanket on the frigid earth, earning a scrunched look of disapproval from the skeptical cellist. Brass nudged her playfully before approaching the two women as they settled on the blanket, offering the packages in her arms as she helped set up. Octavia sighed wistfully before closing the distance between them and sat down between Symphony and Bon, silently offering the heated thermos as the quartet curled up together.

A collection of hollers and whistles gathered the attention of the women, causing all eyes to turn and watch the motley group of rambunctious adults as they filtered passed the carefully grouped musicians. Vinyl led the troupe, her wild, two-tone hair spiked high and feral, the glistening ruby eyes sparkling mischievously in the early morning light. Lyra Heartstrings followed directly behind, mint hair mussed with obvious sleep, though the golden orbs shone brilliantly as she casually conversed with her companions. Spitfire launched forward, a familiar group following close behind her as she stilled her team on the other side of the field.

Vinyl scoffed and led the remaining people to stand before the foreboding team, a smug smile curling the perfect lips.

"All right, Captain. You want to pick 'em, or do you want a full-blown rematch?"

"I'll take the rematch, Pon-3. You and your sad buncha musicians are going down this year."

Jerking her head to the side, Vinyl sneered at the snarky pilot.

"All right, a rematch it is. Your Bolts against my Players, loser buys lunch."

The two women brutishly shook hands before breaking off into their respective groups, collectively preparing for a jarring match. Octavia sighed deeply and leaned heavily against Symphony, careful to stifle a yawn.

"Tell me again why you all decided to drag me out of my nice, warm nest of blankets to come watch a football game."

Chuckling, Symphony elbowed the cellist before pouring a cup of cocoa from the large thermos.

"Because Vinyl and Spitfire do this every year and because I doubt Vinyl was going to let you miss it. Besides, it's actually entertaining to watch."

Displeased, the strings player scrunched her nose as she watched the silly band of makeshift ball players all prepare for their supposed rematch. Glancing thoughtfully at each individual, Octavia smiled as her eyes passed over knowing colors on each player: a pink and blue bandana tied roguishly over mint hair; purple sweat bands high on the pilot's forearms; and brown and blue gloves over the harpist's hands. The raven-haired cellist snapped her focus to the DJ as she shrugged out of the light jacket she wore, exposing the gray, black, and pink arm sleeve that clung perfectly to the spinner's shapely forearm.

Ignoring the blissful heat that spread across her cheeks, Octavia nestled in beside the violinist and smiled.

"They wear our colors..."

Beauty, after swallowing a small sip of the delightful cocoa, grinned.

"Of course. In the words of my beloved: 'We fight in your honor, so that you may be pleased with our prowess in battle.'"

Bonbon suppressed a chuckle as she glanced over at the normally proper harpist, a humored smile curling her lips as she took in his messy appearance. Octavia cleared her throat, drawing all eyes to her as she helplessly gestured to the players as they gathered toward midfield.

"That's a sweet gesture, really, but... If you all enjoy this game so much, how come none of you participate?"

As if on cue, the three women raised their mugs, smiled, and responded in kind.

"Because we're ladies."

Octavia snorted before laughing gently, eyes carefully scanning her friends.

"So ladies curl up on the frozen ground to watch their respective partners pummel each other over a silly game?"

Brass shook her finger as she clicked her tongue at the cellist, brilliant violet eyes glowing with merriment.

"Darling, you've obviously never seen this sort of football game, or any for that matter. It's the sheer joy of it, the brutish way they attack the game with gusto that brings us back here every year. Parish is a gentleman. But every year, I see him shed his manners and his perfectly coiffured hair in favor of a manly sport and activity. It's very... Oh, what's the--"

"Stimulating. It's very stimulating."

Symphony and Beauty shared a knowing smile before reaching forward to clink mugs. Octavia passed a curious look between the wolfishly smiling musicians, a growing understanding festering within the player.

"Oh, I believe I get it now. You all watch this brutality because it's--"

"So unbelievably hot. Even though all of their lovelies are on the same team, Spitfire captains her own squad. And that in and of itself is a turn on. And since Vinyl captains her team, you get to watch her in action, too."

Octavia merely nodded before watching the teams coerce at the scrimmage line, both Vinyl and Spitfire playfully yelling obscenities across to one another. With renewed interest, the cellist watched the game progress, her understanding growing as she watched the teams meet time and time again, locked in a battle of wills. Eyes never leaving the DJ, Octavia felt a silly smile cross her lips as the athletic pianist played, sometimes skirting around the opposition before being violently taken down, time and time again. With each passing play, the jockey became more engrossed, the red eyes more focused as she rallied her players against the surging pressure of the Wonderbolts.

Sensing a break in action as the two teams took a moment to rest, Octavia casually traced the rim of her empty mug before passing a curious glance to Symphony.

"Okay, I have just a small question?"

"I'm sure you do, love."

"Are they all aware of the reason you all sit here and watch? I've noticed no one else's significant others are here to watch, so surely they must be on to you."

Bon smiled ruefully, an amused chuckle filtering from her lips.

"Of course they know why we're here. I left my shoppe in the hands of my cousin today just so I could watch. It's cathartic, almost, watching them play. Lyra is so fiercely competitive, and I love watching that raging fury come out for something good. It's beautiful."

Nodding, Octavia smiled at the grinning Brass before turning toward the impressively sultry Symphony as her eyes followed Spitfire.

"Symphony?"

Snapping her eyes back to the cellist, the violet-haired player smiled devilishly.

"I'm attracted to Spitfire on a boring, rainy day... But seeing her like this? It just does something to a girl, ya know?"

Returning her eyes to watch the DJ as she conversed idly with Bone, Octavia thought for a moment before smirking.

"Yes, I can understand that. It's... mesmerizing? It's hard enough being near Vinyl when she's not being a dominant force."

"So have you guys, uh... you know."

Octavia flushed at the question, a perturbed wrinkle jostling the dark brows.

"No, not yet."

The cellist suddenly jerked toward Symphony, amethyst eyes whirling around to pin the grinning confectioner with an annoyed pout. Bonbon pinched her fingers before gesturing to the cellist's still tender side.

"I can understand Vinyl being cautious about it, you still wince when your side's touched. And I don't know if you're aware of this, but you kinda use your whole body for that sort of activity."

Octavia huffed, crossing her good arm across her body as she pinned the still-grinning candy maker with a distressed scowl.

"Yes, I know. But as the days pass, it gets harder. So many time's we've come close, but if I make even the slightest sound, Vinyl pulls away with that as the excuse."

Symphony passed a comforting hand down the player's arm, teal eyes softening.

"Well, you can't really blame her. She doesn't want to hurt you, or rebreak your ribs. I mean, do you think you can take it? Really."

Octavia again traced the lip of the empty mug, eyes narrowing in thought.

"Yes, I think that I could. They're tender, but I've been back to the doctor... He's claimed that the bones have fused, but that they're still in a sensitive place."

Brass finished the last of her cocoa before tossing a mindful look to the woman.

"And what about your shoulder?"

"It really doesn't hurt all that much. If I go to reach for something high, it's a little sore, but that's really all that remains. It's been almost a month since that night, I'm okay. I'm playing again, with little problem... The only thing is Vinyl."

Symphony smiled happily before grabbing at the mostly empty thermos, pausing to refill her cup before trapping the cellist with a playful glint.

"All right then, gladiator, seduce Vinyl."

"Seduce Vi-- I have absolutely zero experience in that department, Symphony."

The three women chuckled briefly, drawing an annoyed huff from the cellist as she crossed her arms, eyes scanning the field as the two teams lined up once more. Bonbon shifted toward the raven-haired player before wrapping a warm arm around the tense shoulders.

"Octavia, you can relax. There's no point in rushing it, it'll happen. Vinyl's probably losing her mind over this."

"Yeah, you've got to remember that Vinyl's suffering just as much as you are."

Exhaling heavily, Octavia slid her eyes back to study the sweet smile of the violinist, a large grin breaking through the melancholy.

"Tell me, ladies, were you all the first to make a move in your relationships?"

Beauty was the first to respond, a joyful laugh erupting from the petite woman.

"You bet, darling. Parish was a nervous wreck!"

The quartet shared a small laugh, each casually passing their eyes over the harpist as he remained bent at the line. Symphony swiped at a loose bang before fixing her gaze on the pilot as she stood in the backfield.

"Oh yeah, I made the first move on Spitfire. She's got this part of her neck..."

The violinist gestured to the front of her throat, a wistful smile curling her lips as her eyes devoured the pilot.

"You kiss her right here and she's putty in your hands. That night was pretty special."

Bonbon raised the thermos in respect for the player before she sipped the remaining cocoa.

"I hear you there, Symph. Lyra's got a soft spot on her ear that pretty much makes her leg shake."

The two giggled, pinning the sousaphonist with curious smiles. Brass lifted her finger, pointing to the underside of her jaw.

"If you kiss him, right where his jaw meets his neck? You've got him."

Octavia smiled, eyes lifting to watch the DJ break a tackle from Fleetfoot. Symphony nudged the cellist playfully, teal orbs glistening in the late morning sun.

"You ever find Vinyl's spot?"

Tearing her eyes from the tumbling jockey, Octavia smiled wistfully.

"I believe so."

The quartet watched as Vinyl and her team celebrated a hard-earned touchdown, an ecstatic happiness bolting through the rugged group of musicians. Eyes crinkling, Octavia smiled happily, content to watch as the teams shifted back down the field to prepare for a change. Smirking, Symphony curled the cellist into her side.

"Believe so?"

"Well, it was just the other day... I was curled in her lap and we were-- I kissed this spot, right under her ear, where the jaw meets and... wow."

Symphony chuckled and squeezed harder.

"Yeah, that'd be the spot. And if you guys still haven't done it yet, that's a tremendous amount of self-control from Vinyl."

Octavia hummed satisfactorily, her thoughts wandering as she continued to study the spinner as she played.

Lyra, from within their defensive huddle, grinned at the jockey before slapping her upper arm. The two-tone player grunted and pinned the chuckling lyrist with a scorching glare.

"What the hell are you hitting me for?"

"We're gonna rock these Bolts, man, damn."

Chancing a quick glance, Vinyl popped her head up from the huddle and grinned before ducking back down, a satisfied smile tugging at the painted face.

"Oh, yeah. That."

Parish, from beside Bone, snickered before casting a smug grin at the fiercely debating flyers. Suppressing a chuckle, the harpist rubbed his gloves together nervously, emerald eyes glowing as he looked over his teammates.

"You guys ever get the feeling we're being watched?"

Three heads popped up from the huddle to look at the group of women, a flurry of smiles peppering the trio before they ducked back into the huddle. Lyra chuckled and waved at the harp player from across the gathering.

"I believe a better question would be, 'Do you ever get the feeling you're being undressed with someone's eyeballs?'"

Vinyl chuckled ruefully before looking past Lyra to study the carefully observant cellist, a burning heat snaking across her skin as she took in the intensity shadowing the amethyst eyes. Hearing the finality of the Bolts, Vinyl broke the huddle and approached the line, casting a knowing smile to the cellist as she took her position across from the ragged Bolts. Spitfire sneered over the line at the jockey, a playful smirk shaping her dirt-smeared face.

"You're going down, Scratch. Better tell that pretty thing on the sidelines to bury you deep."

Taking her position at the line, Vinyl smirked up at the hunched pilot, a demonic light pulsing in the crimson depths.

"I hope you like dirt, asshole."

Taking the snap from Misty, Spitfire dropped back, only to find herself ruthlessly taken down by the swarming Vinyl, the wind escaping her lungs as she was slammed to the frozen mantle. From the sidelines, a dark threat escaped the placid group of women.

"Hey, Scratch, try not to kill my girlfriend, we've got plans!"

Chuckling, Vinyl lifted to her palms while straddling the gasping pilot, red eyes sparkling. Tossing a peaceful look to Parish as he stood just off to the side, the DJ tipped her chin at the man.

"What time you got, Nander?"

Struggling with the cord around his neck, Parish tugged the clockface from beneath his shirt and read the numbers.

"11:56, Captain."

Smiling smugly, Vinyl cast a dark grin down to the pilot that still remained splayed beneath her, football tucked carefully in one hand.

"All right, Spit. You and your Bolts have less than four minutes to try and either win or tie this game, I suggest you get off your ass and try to win, or you're gonna owe me lunch."

Grumbling, Spitfire bucked the DJ off and scrambled to her feet, doubling over as a lazy pain shot up from her back.

"I think you broke me, you pain in the ass."

Rolling to her feet, Vinyl wiped off loose blades of grass before tickling the irritated pilot.

"Calm yourself, Spit, I didn't break anything. Except maybe your spirit. Line up, let's see if you can win this game!"

Slamming the ball down, Spitfire grunted before waving over her Bolts, stopping only to torch the smirking jockey with a spiteful glare. Vinyl drew her own people forward, arms lifting around the shoulders of Lyra and Parish as they lined up beside her.

"All right, guys. We've almost got this one again, so Spit might go for the long ball. Stite, you and Muse are gonna hang back. The rest of us are going to keep everybody else busy. If I get another shot, I'm taking her down. Let's win us some food, okay?"

Grinning, the team broke up and lined up to the new scrimmage line, a shock of smug grins lining the faces of the filthy musicians. Vinyl cracked her knuckles and cast a small glance to the sidelines, heart racing as she caught eyes with the focused cellist. Holding the gaze for a moment, Vinyl's smile widened before she blew the player a kiss and dropped her focus back to the game. Taking her positions, Vinyl peered at the forming Bolts and winked at Misty Fly as she took her place across from the snarky spinner.

A misting rain settled over the game, prickling the players as they waited for the final ball snap, a buzzing anticipation crawling around the field. Calling for the snap, the Bolts shifted forward, crashing into the opposition. Fleetfoot took off down the field, covering ground as she sped away from Muse. Spitfire scrambled from one tackle, settled back down and snapped her focus to the streaking Fleet, arm pumping as she curled to throw.

Vinyl, after slipping free of Rapidfire, met the Wonderbolt captain head on, her body stretching far as her arm slid around the pilot's torso, curling around her shoulder as Vinyl propelled them around, spinning the flyer and wrenching her off her feet. The two-tone spinner grounded first, her body still propelling the flame-haired woman around her shoulder before crashing to the ground, the ball jarring loose as Spitfire recoiled from the impact. Parish, after fumbling over Soarin, scrambled after the ball and hefted it, stumbling as he began a desperate run toward his end zone markers.

Feet pounding, the harpist sprinted as quickly as he dared, the grass slipping beneath him as he launched, crossing the imaginary line and tumbled into the endzone. Two of the Bolts quit chase, doubling over to pant as Parish sprung up from the grass, victoriously holding the ball as his team swarmed the grinning harpist. Beauty plowed through the excited group before launching herself into his arms and pulled him in for a powerful kiss.

Bonbon chuckled as she remained on the blanket, a small smile tugging at her lips as Lyra approached, collapsing onto the blanket with a pleased huff, only to be drawn into the confectioner for a heart-stopping kiss. Symphony and Octavia, arms linked peacefully, slowly approached the two that remained on the ground, splayed happily on the damp earth, side by side. Stopping at the feet of both women, the teal-eyed strings player gently kicked grinning jockey before breaking free to approach the captain. Curling downward, Symphony gently brushed the gasping pilot's forehead.

"Darling?"

"Vinyl broke me."

Chuckling, the spinner in question nudged the flyer before being helped to her feet by the grinning cellist.

"I did not. You're just a sissy. By the way, we won."

Ignoring the jockey, Spitfire opened her eyes to smile bashfully at the stooping violinist.

"Would you still love me if I was a crippled, football reject?"

Snuffing out a bemused chuckle, Symphony dropped to one knee to kiss the pilot before standing, grabbing at the flyer's jacket collar before hefting her to her feet. Groaning, the pilot swayed before steadying, throwing an irritated look to the jockey.

"Jeez, Vinyl, were you aiming to kill me?"

Lifting up the damp hoodie, Spitfire looked at the redness on her skin and scowled at the smiling Vinyl.

"That's gonna leave a mark."

Scoffing, Vinyl lifting her t-shirt and exposed the angry red marks on her hips before shaking an accusatory finger at the pilot.

"Speak for yourself."

The remaining members of each team suddenly swarmed the women, chattering aimlessly about the victory. Parish raised his free arm to heft the game ball before wrapping Brass up in a strong hug, earning a delightful squeal for the attention. Vinyl playfully punched the charming harpist before snatching the ball and tucking it under her arm. Waving off the elated crew, Vinyl cleared and approached the few things at the sidelines, stopping only to laugh at the couple on the blanket.

"Would you two get a room?"

Regretfully breaking the kiss, Bon detangled from the lyrist and stood, offering her hand to the muddy player before yanking her to her feet. The large group quickly packed up and headed across the way toward the vehicles, blissful chatter floating around the group as they moved. Vinyl trailed, hands stuffed in her pockets, as she walked through the misting rain, smiling as her eyes focused on the waiting cellist.

"Hey, Tav."

"Hello, captain. That was quite impressive today."

"Mm, you like?"

Threading her arm through Vinyl's, Octavia sighed happily and nodded before snuggling into her companion.

"Yes, I do. Very much. The girls warned me that it's more fun than it seems, and they were right."

Chuckling, Vinyl waved her hand in the water-soaked atmosphere.

"Oh yeah? Did they tell you why they watch us play football?"

Hiding a small grin, Octavia shook her head, eyes lifting to study the expressive red.

"I thought it was just out of support?"

"Nope. Those three seem to love football more than the rest of us. I practically watched Symphony undress Spitfire with her eyes at least seven times. Apparently, us being barbarians and beating up on each other is hot."

Octavia blushed but said nothing, content to walk with the jockey before they settled around the cars. Raising her voice, Vinyl smiled at the players.

"All right, people. Bolts, you all owe me and my boo crew lunch. But considering our game got a little wet, and we're all filthy idiots, how about we raincheck for tonight and we all meet at Peg's for dinner?"

A collection of nods and agreements greeted the spinner, allowing the woman to smile.

"All right, good. We'll see you guys later, then. Good game."

Saying their goodbyes, the large group eventually petered out, leaving only Vinyl and Octavia behind in the quiet. Leaning casually against her bike, Vinyl sighed happily and inhaled the dampness, a small smile shaping the glorious lips. Octavia moved to stand just before the peaceful jockey, body shifting forward to lean against the spinner. Dropping a small kiss to the two-tone hair, Octavia wrapped her arms around Vinyl.

"That was very fun today, shockingly."

"I'm actually surprised you came. Must have been a challenge to get you out of bed."

Stifling a loud laugh, Octavia nuzzled the blue head.

"Oh yes, Symphony had quite a time getting me out of that silk cocoon this morning. Where had you gone?"

"Gettin' the guys."

"I dislike waking up without you."

Hiding her smile in the cellist's pilfered pea coat, Vinyl finally pulled away to glance into the crystalline orbs.

"I'm sorry. You haven't been sleeping well, I wanted you to rest."

"I want to be with you. Can we go home?"

Nodding, Vinyl pulled away from the player before lifting to straddle the bike. Kicking over the engine, the DJ slipped the helmet on and waited for Octavia to settle safely behind her before heading back to the Astoria. Pulling into traffic, the DJ piloted easily through the misty streets, careful of the cargo at her back. Smiling happily, Vinyl slid the bike up to the curb and cut the engine, holding a hand out to the cellist as she climbed off the bike. Pulling off her helmet, Vinyl swung a leg over and tucked the gear under her arm, blindly reaching for the cellist's hand as they approached the building.

Walking easily through the glass doors, the pair sidled up to the elevator and eased inside, Vinyl pulling the cellist to lean against her as they moved upward. Spilling into the hallway, the stained and ecstatic spinner fished for her keys and unlocked the door before pushing joyously inside. Octavia smiled eagerly, pinning the filthy player with an elated smile. Vinyl approached the cellist before stopping in front of the grinning player, stooping to place a quick peck on the woman's cheek.

"Since I smell horrible, I'm gonna get a quick shower. And then you and I, we're gonna have a lazy day before we get fed like royalty."

Octavia grinned before pulling the DJ forward by her grass-stained jacket and placed a smoldering kiss on the icy lips.

"Don't take too long."

Lashes fluttering, Vinyl offered a silly grin before saluting and slipped away toward the bathroom. Sighing in contentment, Octavia stripped off the pea coat and shrugged out of the underlying jacket, shivering slightly as her exposed skin met with the cool air in the apartment. Approaching the thermostat, the raven-haired player bumped up the temperature before cycling into the kitchen, hands mindlessly grabbing for her cabinet, seeking the soothing remedy of a strong Earl. Flicking on the burner, she started the water before fluttering around the massive kitchen, grabbing two cups and a pair of spoons before hopping up to sit on the counter, happy to simply wait.

Tugging at the hem of the stolen v-neck tee, Octavia smiled wistfully, eyes falling shut as she recalled the invigorating heat that is the sleeping DJ. After a moment, amethyst eyes cracked open to peer thoughtfully at the steaming kettle, blissfully turning off the fire before tugging on the rubber handle, carefully pouring the tea to let it steep for a moment. Rooms away, she heard the familiar thud of a closet door, alerting her to the DJ's journey for clothes, always impressed at her ability to shower at near-blinding speed.

Swirling her spoon in her cup, Octavia grinned as she spied the DJ sweeping out of the hallway, dressed in well-worn jeans and a simple white tank. Eyeing the deeply thoughtful cellist, Vinyl sauntered up to the woman before wrapping her arms around the player and kissed her good shoulder.

"Hey, Tav."

Almost purring, the cellist leaned back into the offered heat of the freshly showered jockey, eyes falling closed as she settled into the molten embrace. Ignoring the tea for the moment, Octavia spun in the player's hold, arms snaking up to link around the spinner's neck.

"What do you have planned for this afternoon?"

Pausing, Vinyl pursed her lips as she thought, red eyes squinting.

"No clue. Whatever you want to do is fine with me, I really didn't have anything in mind. I also wasn't counting on rain, but hey. Things happen."

Nodding, Octavia smiled before rising to place a slow, deliberate kiss on the DJ's warm lips. Pulling away slowly, the raven-haired player nuzzled the spinner's jaw before dropping back down.

"Vinyl?"

"Hm?"

Casually scanning the jockey's relaxed face, Octavia smiled, hands falling to cup the pianist's neck.

"Let's have a lazy, homebody day. Maybe we could watch a movie."

"Yeah, definitely. You got it."

Untangling from the cellist's embrace, Vinyl stepped backward, eyes lighting in a brilliant smile.

"What of mine didn't you steal?"

Smiling smugly, the cellist swept her hands down the front of the pilfered shirt, blowing a small kiss to the jockey as she slid past her on her way to the couch.

"I was practically getting dressed in the dark after a quick shower this morning, you're lucky I was wearing anything at all."

"I think you would have frozen to death."

Once settled, the cellist raised her eyes as she raised her mug, hiding a small in the rim of the glass.

"I'm sure the game would have kept me warm enough, Vinyl. It was quite exhilarating, you know."

Ignoring the heat festering in her gut, Vinyl grinned and approached the living area before heading toward the cabinet on the far wall. Pulling open the heavy doors, Vinyl tossed a curious glance to the comfortable player.

"What kind of movie would you like to watch?"

Pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa, Octavia snuggled into the soft warmth before sliding her focus to the DJ.

"It doesn't matter. Something slow, perhaps?"

Snorting, Vinyl shook her head before plucking a case from the shelf and quickly closed the doors and hurried to the massive system. After setting up the movie, Vinyl approached the couch to sit, only to be stopped as the cellist stood. Gesturing to the sofa, Octavia smiled sweetly.

"You're warmer than any blanket, Scratch."

Chuckling, Vinyl rolled onto the couch and settled quickly before lifting her eyes to scorch the cellist, hand lifting to pat her stomach in invitation. Curling her lips into a coy grin, Octavia curled herself on the jockey's chest, contented to lie against the offered warmth as she snuggled in. Vinyl dropped her arm around the cellist's shoulders as she started the movie, her other hand idly tracing the arm rest she leaned against.

The movie started and continued onward, a comforting silence blanketing the room as the women laid together, watching in minor fascination as the well-loved film played in a reliable fashion. Octavia sighed gently and shifted, resting her full weight on the jockey as she moved, her arm snaking down to curl around the woman. With her free hand, she slipped free of the blankets and slid her fingers under the soft cotton of the spinner's tank, inhaling sharply as she felt the muscles twitch under her fingers.

"Your hands are cold."

Lifting her eyes, Octavia swallowed gently, amethyst eyes meeting extraordinary red. Without breaking her focus, the cellist swept her hand across the taut abdomen under her palm, grinning smugly as the muscles shifted and tensed under her fingers. Lifting to her knees, Octavia hovered above the spinner, the blanket cascading around them as she remained suspended in the space between them. Eyes locked with the burning rubies, Octavia licked her lips and dipped downward, meeting the DJ's mouth in a deep, mystifying kiss. Instantly, the jockey's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, body rolling upward to meet Octavia's as their tongues touched with a shock of fire.

Gasping, the jockey pulled away, her eyes snapping open as she struggled to control her gaping breaths.

"Octavia--"

Shrugging off the blanket, Octavia slid forward, hands dropping to curl in the jockey's hair as she bent downward, lips desperately reclaiming Vinyl's in a heated dance of lips, teeth, and tongue. Groaning into the contact, Vinyl arced upward, hips seeking purchase against the cellist as her hands continued to tease the player's skin. Breath hitching, Octavia pushed against the molten friction, breaths escaping in ragged bursts as the jockey dropped her lips to gently suckle her neck.

"By the Gods, Vinyl--"

Almost as if snapping out of a trance, the jockey gasped and pulled away, hands dropping to grip tightly to the woman's hips.

"Tav, w-we--"

"Don't."

Impatient, Octavia dropped her lips to Vinyl's, instantly reclaiming the jockey's spiraling attention. The cellist sighed into the kiss, muscles clenching as she felt the impossible heat of the spinner's fingers as her hands flexed roughly against her hips. Slipping away from Vinyl's talented mouth, Octavia dropped her lips to the spinner's pulse point, sliding upward before placing a firm kiss below the DJ's ear, causing the strong hips to buck against her.

"T-tav..."

Capturing the DJ's amazingly sweet lips, Octavia kissed hard before drawing the jockey's lip in, biting roughly on the soft skin. A low groan escaped the jockey as her hands climbed underneath the soft cotton of Octavia's tee shirt, fiery tendrils gently brushing the tender ribs, silently asking permission. Grinding out a soft gasp, Octavia pressed the jockey's hand to the newly healed bones, lips blindly searching for the woman's as they continued to move against one another. Drawing her hands back, Vinyl tore her lips from Octavia's, a strangled gasp escaping her as she sat up on the couch, legs swinging downward as she quickly stood, the cellist safely in her arms.

Crying in surprise, Octavia fastened her legs around the spinner's hips, arms flying up to lock around the woman's neck. Adjusting the weight of the cellist, Vinyl shifted her arms before reaching up to claim the soft lips in a desperate kiss, feet mindlessly walking them toward the bedroom. Feeling herself slipping, Octavia hooked her legs higher and raised herself upward, drawing a tortured groan from the jockey as she stopped to lean against the wall before pushing up again. Bursting through the proper door, Vinyl grunted as she kicked at the offending object, successfully slamming the door to the bedroom.

Gray light filtered in through the slightly askew blinds, lighting the tousled bed in a molten silver, allowing the spinner a clear path. Dropping to one knee, the two-tone jockey carefully deposited the cellist, her own body sliding willingly against the woman as they settled on the soft silk. Hips rolling, Octavia released the spinner's waist, hands falling to tug at the player's tank top. Inhaling sharply, Vinyl slid her lips against Octavia's before breaking away, allowing the strings player to deftly remove her shirt.

Releasing a low groan of appreciation, Octavia again lifted her legs to lock around the DJ, effectively tugging her downward into waiting arms, reckless fingers devouring the warm expanse of newly discovered skin. Breaths heaving, Vinyl pushed into the contact, hips rocking forward as Octavia slid her hands down her body, the cellist's nails drawing a throaty hiss from the DJ. Eager, Vinyl slipped the hands from her body and pinned them above the cellist, reveling in the irritated groan as it escaped the raven-haired woman. Releasing the thin wrists, Vinyl slid her hands under the cellist's shirt, a breathy gasp escaping the parted lips of the cellist as her hands absently wandered.

Pausing over the familiar hip, Vinyl forced her eyes open, dark garnets swirling as she peered down at the flushed cellist. As if feeling the incredible eyes, Octavia fluttered open her eyes to lock on Vinyl's before nodding quickly, orbs sliding shut as an impatient grunt echoed from deep within her. Grinning, the jockey all but ripped the shirt from the writhing body beneath her, lips instantly falling to the lavender clef, tongue swirling the ornate curve of the familiar note. Gasping, Octavia arched, hips spinning upward to meet the talented tongue, hands dropping to twist into the choppy, blue locks.

Ignoring the incessant tugging, Vinyl peppered kisses along the cellist's flat stomach, stopping to drop a sweet kiss to the lingering bruises on the player's ribcage. Sliding her tongue up the woman's sternum, Vinyl lifted to press a deep kiss to the impatient lips. Octavia threaded her fingers through the wild blue hair, pulling the jockey hard to her mouth, legs tangling with Vinyl's as their bodies pushed against one another. Vinyl hummed low against the cellist's tongue, her hands dancing over the olive skin as she continued upward, eventually stopping to gently brush the underside of the cellist's black bra.

Gasping deeply, Octavia arched into the tentative touch, hands curling around the jockey's hips as she squeezed, lips falling open in a silent cry. Dropping her lips to nibble the cellist's neck, Vinyl boldly lifted her hands to slide across the heaving chest, a high-pitched whine echoing from the cellist at the delicate torture. Sucking hard on the cellist's collarbone, Vinyl slid her left hand beneath the strings player, skillfully undoing the snaps to the black prison, deftly tossing the offending object from the cellist's body.

Shuddering, Octavia buried her fingers in the jockey's hair and raised her lips, mouth instantly finding Vinyl's in a heated duel. Breaking away, Vinyl dropped her lips to the heaving chest, knees readjusting to support her weight, both hands lifting to cup the beautiful breasts. Moaning quietly, Vinyl traced the edges of the wonderful globes, ignoring the desperate pressure of the cellist's hips as she moved wildly beneath the gentle ministrations, instead focusing on the soft flesh in her hands. Inhaling a shaking breath, Octavia opened her eyes, instantly locking on the DJ's blazing crimson eyes as she flicked her tongue across the almost painfully taught nub, an explosion of heat crashing over the cellist at the simple motion.

Shamelessly, Vinyl moved her mouth over each breast, biting and suckling as her hands slid down the cellist's sides, nails digging in lightly as they moved. With her right hand, Vinyl undid the button and fly to the cellist's jeans, gently pushing them down the undulating hips. Octavia again felt her body arch into the talented mouth, lips agape in ecstasy as she thrashed under the spinner's dangerous control. Feeling the heat of the jockey's mouth gently recede from her chest, Octavia gasped, her body rocking against the spinner's hands as they devoured swaths of flesh, the reverence in the fiery fingers almost palpable.

Feeling the DJ lift slightly, Octavia again flicked her eyes open, a sharp inhale crashing over her as she watched Vinyl slip her jeans over her hips, her body pressing upward as the ever-present lips dropped wet kisses across her curves. Finally free of the denim, Octavia slid her legs across the heated skin of the jockey's back, her tensing muscles snapping her body against the jockey with incredible force. Exhaling across the warm flesh, Vinyl left tiny bite marks across the player's hips, lips greedily devouring the new expanse of skin, hands possessively claiming the soft skin of the musician's sculpted legs.

Slipping upward, Vinyl pressed a kiss above the black panties, drawing a field of goosebumps across the flesh as she continued her journey upward. Slipping a jean-clad thigh between the trembling thighs, Vinyl wound her hips downward, sliding sensuously against the cellist's core. Releasing a strangled cry, Octavia twisted her fingers into the wild hair and pulled Vinyl upward, lips instantly finding and devouring the spinner as they rocked against each other.

Gasping, Octavia bucked her hips and spun, dislodging the spinner just enough to flip them over, allowing the cellist to straddle the squirming hips. Raking her nails across the DJ's flexing stomach muscles, Octavia pressed a frantic kiss to the woman's navel before dropping to the amazing curves. Roughly following the contours of the incredible hips, Octavia undid the clasp on the jeans and pushed them down, exposing the dark blue boy shorts and the rest of the enticing quaver. Showering quick kisses to the imposing hip bones, Octavia worked her way up, teeth tugging on the skin above the backwards mark, pulling the flesh into her mouth as she sucked ruthlessly.

Vinyl spasmed sharply, hips twisting beneath Octavia as she finally released her hold, an angry blossom left by her mouth as she continued onward. Gliding her tongue over the expanding ribs, Octavia settled her body between the parted thighs, a delicious chill skittering up her spine as their skin met with thundering rapture. Sliding her hands beneath the wriggling DJ, Octavia practically snapped the DJ's bra clasp before hefting the blue item away. Sucking in a breath, Octavia studied the heaving breasts, instantly drawn to the lone piercing straining against the emphatic bud.

Feeling a debilitating shudder rack her already engrossed core, Octavia moaned before tugging the piercing in between white teeth, drawing a surprised gasp from the spinner. Skirting the cellist away from her sensitive chest, Vinyl scorched the woman with a soul-stealing kiss, tongues clashing wildly as Vinyl snapped her hips upward, leg hooking the cellist's waist as she continued the frenetic motion. Groaning, Vinyl pulled away from the contact, curling the cellist in her arms before reversing their position, easily pinning the incredibly aroused musician.

Losing almost complete control, Vinyl slid her hands over the tingling olive skin, her nails biting and grating as they occasionally passed over her hips. Slipping her fingers just underneath the waistband of the clinging under garments, Vinyl pulled away enough to peer down at the cellist, red eyes clouded with hopeful lust. Focusing on the increasing pressure of the hungry digits, Octavia cried out, legs clamping around the jockey as she pulsed forward, the sensitive heat grinding roughly against the jockey's breath-taking hips. Mulberry orbs fluttering, Octavia pulled the jockey in for a bruising kiss, legs squeezing the woman hard around the waist.

"I need you."

Feeling a cresting rush of warmth, Vinyl moaned into the cellist's mouth before breaking the kiss with a wet pop, thumbs slipping upward to hook the black garment before peeling them down the stunning legs. Fighting the incredible urge, Vinyl lifted her eyes to focus on the flushed face of the cellist, eyes closed tightly, swollen lips parted in a beautiful pout. Inching her way up the heated flesh of the cellist, Vinyl kissed, teeth and tongue writing poetic words on the woman's skin before stopping at the bruised lips. Pulling her in for a breath-stealing kiss, Vinyl settled against the cellist's hips, fingers poised just above her most sacred place. Sensing the jockey's eyes on her, Octavia managed to snap open the glassy orbs, hands instantly lifting to pull the woman in for another brutish kiss.

Pulling away, Octavia shuddered against the awesome lips, tongue flicking out to lightly trace the bottom lip.

"Touch me."

Groaning, Vinyl left the cellist with a quick kiss before receding, lips dancing along the flushed skin. Stopping just beneath the swell of perfect breasts, Vinyl slipped her hands downward, nimble fingers dancing delicately along the swollen folds of the cellist. Earning a deep gasp, Vinyl grinned and slipped her thumb forward, instantly finding the engorged bud. Swiping her finger gently over the pulsing nerve center, Vinyl curled her free hand around the bucking hips, careful not to displace herself. Slipping slowly downward, the jockey peppered soft kisses down the cellist's stomach and hips, stopping just above the pulsing nub.

Chancing a look up at the cellist, Vinyl's eyes rolled, her body instantly shivering at the blissful ecstasy etched across the woman's face. Dropping a small kiss to the soft skin above the pubic bone, Vinyl slid a single finger in the velvet folds, swallowing a groan as Octavia moaned appreciatively, hips surging up for more of the delectable contact. Controlling the sweltering heat in her own chest, Vinyl carefully added a second finger, lips finally falling to encase the swollen flesh in impossible euphoria. Sobbing out a cry, Octavia wound her fingers in the blue hair, hips hopelessly bucking against the slow, torturous caress.

Twisting her fingers out and pushing inside even deeper, Vinyl dragged her tongue ring across the sensitive nub, drawing a harsh buck of the hips as Octavia writhed beneath her. Curling a leg up over one shoulder, the cellist arched her back, hands slipping upward to cup her bouncing breasts. Whimpering, Vinyl added a third finger as she continued her blissful assault of the throbbing clit, earning a hiss from Octavia as she twisted her fingers deep inside.

Curling upward, Vinyl began a stronger thrust, keeping pace with the incessantly bucking hips, fingers relentlessly pumping the player as she lost herself in the building ecstasy. Feeling the quiver of the cellist's inner walls, Vinyl sucked the sensitive nub in her mouth, tongue expertly flicking across the small bud as her fingers increased their crushing speed. Head back in crumbling rapture, Octavia curled her leg around the spinner's other shoulder, hands threading in the tussled blue hair as she felt an unfamiliar heat coil in her belly. Tossing her head further into the pillow, Octavia gasped deeply, body arching violently as impossibly bright lights flickered behind closed eyelids.

Feeling the twisting digits bury inside her for the millionth time, Octavia felt her body coil, muscles taught as Vinyl continued to mercilessly move inside her. A last, clawing heat pooled within her abdomen as the jockey slammed into her a final time, the burning rapture exploding across her synapses as a torturous orgasm ripped through her consciousness. Screaming the jockey's name, Octavia felt herself explode, a menagerie of colors filtering across her vision as her back arched, fingers buried in the blue hair, legs clamped tightly around the spinner's shoulders as she milked the ecstasy, tongue perfectly in tune with the pulsing flux of her hips.

Releasing a high-pitched keen, Octavia collapsed, chest heaving as blinding euphoria filtered through her, the DJ's fingers gently slipping from inside her to cautiously tickle the top of her thighs, the molten metal of her tongue ring lingering with one final flick before eventually receding. Vinyl slowly climbed across the cellist's gasping form, buzzing from the intensity of the cellist's orgasm. Feeling a smooth leg slide down her back, Vinyl smiled and settled atop the cellist, planting lazily kisses on the woman's neck and face.

Swallowing hard, Octavia urged her blissful form into movement, hands slowly sliding up to wrap around the jockey's back, nails gently digging into the enflamed flesh. Fighting, Octavia opened her eyes, groaning softly as she focused on the rich garnets hovering just above her. Pulling the jockey in for a soft, slow kiss, Octavia nuzzled the spinner's pale throat.

"That was incredible."

Grinning, Vinyl purred and placed a soft kiss on the cellist's neck.

"I've been wanting to touch you for ages. You're beautiful, Octavia. Absolutely perfect."

Ignoring the heat in her cheeks, Octavia pushed upward, elated when the jockey easily fell to her side. Pushing the spinner to lay flat, the raven-haired player crawled up to straddle the aroused musician. Grinning, Octavia pressed a quick kiss to the smiling lips before dropping her head, mouth instantly attaching to the skin beneath the spinner's jaw. Sucking hard, Octavia suppressed a chill as she felt the jockey's anxious body move beneath her, begging for her touch. Finally releasing the skin with a resounding pop, Octavia dropped her lips to the hard peaks, mouth slowly worshipping the pale flesh of her DJ.

Lifting her lips to hover beside the woman's ear, Octavia gently traced the shell of the sensitive organ before whispering to the pianist.

"Scream for me."

Failing to suppress the responding groan, Vinyl jerked her hips up, hands finding purchase on the cellist's waist. Slapping the desperate hands away, Octavia lifted off the needy hips and kissed a fiery trail down Vinyl's torso. Slipping her hand inside the blue boy shorts, Octavia ignored the throaty moan as she swept her fingertips over the dripping slit. Tugging the offending article off, Octavia instantly filled the jockey, fingers thrusting powerfully inside the spinner. All control lost, Vinyl twisted her hands in the pillow beneath her, ruby eyes closed as the thundering pleasure rippled through her, leaving a field of gooseflesh across her pale skin.

The cellist slipped her tongue across the silently begging nub, instantly drawing a reaction from the spinner as she roughly snapped her hips upward. Breathing heavy, Vinyl rotated her hips in time with the mind-numbing thrusting, eyes rolling shut as her orgasm built quickly. Clenching her jaw, Vinyl buried her face in the pillow as she crested hard, spiraling out of control quickly as her body violently shook with pent up passion. Throwing the pillow, Vinyl grasped at the cellist's shoulder as her name tore from the gasping mouth, body rolling in time with the tongue that still tasted her, drawing her orgasm out with agonizing precision, hips obeying the heady movement of the cellist's fingers.

Finally winding down, Octavia placed a small kiss over the spinner's sensitivity before sliding back up the jockey's body, sealing their experience with a heart-stopping kiss. Pulling away, Vinyl grinned, hands falling to the small of Octavia's back.

"Hey... let's do that again. In a... a minute."

Breathing heavy, Octavia laughed gently before placing a small kiss on the woman's jaw.

"Mm, yes, let's."

Chuckling, the women settled, the raven-haired player snuggling into the spinner's shoulder as she relaxed atop her newly acquired lover. Grinning happily, Octavia reached for the blanket, humming happily as Vinyl settled the covers across their tangled bodies. Thinking for a moment, Octavia traced a small pattern across the jockey's pale collarbone, a devilish smile crossing the pale lips.

"Vinyl?"

"Mm?"

"Why do you only have one nipple pierced?"

Chuckling wickedly, Vinyl pulled the woman up for a passionate kiss, tongue absently tracing the bottom lip before pulling away.

"The first one hurt like hell, so I decided to stop."

"I thought you were made of steel?"

"Pfft. Let me pierce you and you tell me how it feels."

Shaking her head, she squeezed the spinner's hip before settling down once more. A familiar bass beat filled the room, drawing two sets of eyes to the side table. With a smile, Octavia reached for it, just barely grasping it as she settled back against the jockey's comforting chest. Accepting the phone, Vinyl accepted the message and opened it, chuckling despite herself.

"It's Spit. She wants to know when we're gonna be ready for dinner."

Without leaving the warmth of the jockey again, Octavia snatched the phone and typed out a quick response before tossing the phone off the bed and onto the floor. Drawing a playful nip from the two-tone woman, Octavia giggled against her companion.

"What?"

"What'd you say?"

"It doesn't matter. We're not going anywhere."

Feigning a dramatic sigh, Vinyl wrapped her arms around the cellist and settled into the silk.

"I love you, Miss Priss."

Without fighting the smile, Octavia lifted upward to place a sweet kiss on the jockey's full lips.

"I love you, too, Pon 3. Now let's see how good you are at round two."

Smirking, Vinyl kicked off the blanket and gathered the cellist in her arms, torching her with a soulful kiss.

Spitfire suppressed a chuckle, hand absently reaching for her phone as it buzzed. Reading the text, the pilot laughed out loud and passed the phone to Symphony, the latter failing to hide the smile that threatened her control.

Consider this a 'Do Not Disturb' sign for the next 48 hours.

Slapping the phone on the table, Symphony shook her head before taking a sip of tea.

"Well it's about damn time."
~Fin

Author's Notes:

This almost didn't happen. I missed the season premiere of MLP because my girlfriend has school and I was banned. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the ride, and I hope to update with a sequel-esque thing soon. However, next Saturday is my lazy day because I'm working on Thanksgiving and Black Friday and my brain will be toast. But because I love these two, I will definitely be writing more for them in the very near future. Check back, you never know what you'll find! THANK YOU, EVERYONE. Please enjoy this finale as I drift happily away. Thanks to everyone for the kind words and support! Say good night to Watch and Learn. Bone, out.