The DJ and The Cellist

Chapter Four

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"Vinyl, you and I need to have a talk."

The DJ immediately jumped to her feet, rushing towards the cellist, who had entered the flat silently enough for Vinyl not to notice her appearance. "Tavi, listen, I can explain-"

"No, you listen." Octavia stepped forth, closing the gap between her and her... friend? Lover? What were they now? That's what I need to find out. "We had sex. Then, you said you loved me. And now I'm confused because I don't know if I love you or not and I'm afraid you'd leave me if we started dating and I really liked the sex and you're my best friend and I think I love you because hell I think I just quit my ensemble just to be with you!"

Vinyl blinked, processing the information, while Octavia just breathed - in, out, in, out - in the wake of her tirade. "You... quit your ensemble? Because of me?" Vinyl wanted to hit herself with a frying pan. Hard. Here she was, scared of a relationship, scared that Octavia would come and say, 'I love you too, now let's make it official and tell everyone we're a couple', while Octavia herself, had, apparently, taken such great a commitment! But... why?

"Frederic thinks we can't date each other," Octavia explained in a firm, bland tone. "Because it would break my public image. So, naturally, I told him to fuck off. And left. To see you and find out what we're going to do next."

Shit, here it comes. "Listen, Tavi, I..." The DJ looked into the cellist's soft lavender eyes. She couldn't fail to get lost in them every time she gazed. She knew for sure that this girl, here, was the one for her. The feeling was new. Terrifying. Intensifying both desire, wild longing - and fear. No less wild. "I meant it when I said it," she said honestly. It had been voluntary. She had reached this realisation for sure. Maybe - even - it had been an excuse for her to finally confess her feelings. Maybe her brain knew what was better for her. Or was it her lips? Or something else? "I truly do love you. But I'm afraid of commitment. I'm also afraid I'd hurt you." The DJ gulped a little invisible gulp. "I'm also very afraid you'd leave me." I'm also very afraid of just dating someone.

"Vinyl." Octavia stepped even closer to the wild-haired disk-spinner, putting her hands on the wonderful waist shielded only by the thin fabric of Vinyl's panties. "I quit my job just to be with you. How's that for a commitment? Do you really think I would ever leave you?"

"No," Vinyl said firmly. No. But then... Then I may become bored and leave you myself. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. "Let's... Let's, maybe... Try this whole dating stuff? You know, to see if it'll work? If it does, cool. If it doesn't, we'll still be friends." She grinned. "With benefits."

Octavia felt a familiar urge to smack her fri- girlfriend, but, instead, brought her lips against the DJ's, giving her a soft, breezy kiss. "Yes." The cellist smiled. "Let's try 'this whole dating stuff'."

Vinyl touched her lips. The feeling was so new, and yet... But of course her lips remembered the kisses from the night, even if her mind could not. But now, the feeling was complete. And... to some extent... for a while... It did make her forget about the anxiety that came with her new relationship that she'd just got into. Besides, Tavi quit her job just to date me. She also reci- recip- returned my feelings! Now, Vinyl wanted to both hit herself with a frying pan and dance with joy. I should be happy, dammit! I confessed my feelings for the girl I love and she agreed to date me! Octavia had also said that she 'thought' she loved her... Wasn't it now her task to show Octavia that she, Vinyl Scratch, was worthy of her love? And forget all the angst. Now.

"Sooo." Vinyl rubbed the back of her head. "Want to eat out? We could have a burger or something." Dammit, Vinyl, have some class! So used to the chill, careless demeanour, she could no longer drop the act: she had become her role. "Or, we could go to a fancy restaurant and eat some paellas?" Please tell me I didn't blow it...

Octavia smirked - a gesture unusual for her. But now that she was dating a sexy DJ, she felt her happiness and confidence outweigh the upbringing she'd always prided herself upon. "Oh yes, I'd love to eat out." The cellist brought her lips to the DJ's ear, tossing her hot breath over Vinyl's skin. "Only what I want to eat out is not in a restaurant. It's right in your pants."

Vinyl found herself blushing wildly, Octavia's excited behaviour was so unusual and so... so hot. "Tavi, seems my chillness is rubbing off of you."

"Oh~" Octavia purred. "I want to be rubbing you off right now, so come here, you silly girl."

With that, the cellist locked her lips with the DJ's, dragging the still-shocked woman to her bedroom.

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"Three times in a row."

Vinyl chuckled at Octavia's dreamy intonation as she held the cellist close, the raven-haired head resting on her naked chest. "Yeah, sorry for the lame performance: I'm a little tired."

"That-" Octavia smiled, seeing mockery in Vinyl's eyes. "Oh, Vinyl." The cellist could not understand why, or how- But she did understand that she was perfectly content with the situation now. In Vinyl's arms, she'd found home again. In Vinyl's arms, she felt safe. In Vinyl's arms, the damn sun was going to shine even in the darkest hours.

"Sorry, Tavi." Vinyl kissed the cellist on the forehead. "Gimme ten minutes, and I'm good to go again. Meanwhile..." She smiled. "I think I have an idea for a date that you'll positively like." Vinyl held what seemed to her a meaningful pause. "In a month, there's this classy event where classy people gather together and listen to music - Canterlot's Finest. I have an invitation to perform and bring a plus-one." Octavia froze as she realised what exactly Vinyl was saying. "Would you like to be my plus-one?"

Octavia raised her eyes to look at her DJ, shock evident in her gaze. Vinyl frowned. Did I say something wrong?.. Damn, that's why I don't like the whole 'relationship' thing! "Tavi, I just wanted to make you happy. If you don't want to, that's-"

"Vinyl." Octavia pressed her finger to the DJ's lips - a gesture that shut Vinyl up immediately. If only because the disk-spinner started to suck on the fingertip. "I do want to go. I just... I was very shocked that you're performing at such an event." And I'm not. But... that could be rectified? Wouldn't that be an abuse of their newfound relationship? At least, it's worth a try. "I would love to go to Canterlot's Finest with you."

Vinyl grinned widely, letting go of Octavia's finger. Yes yes yes! "Tavi, I'm so glad you like the idea!" You can't imagine how.

"Only," Octavia raised her finger with a smile. "I don't want to be your plus-one." Vinyl raised her brow in lack of understanding.

Octavia shifted closer to the DJ. "I want to perform with you."