Adagio's text, saying she was coming over at eight, was simply an announcement – no question of what time might be best for Sunset, no question of whether she might have changed her mind, no allowance for compromise.

Sunset didn't mind, though – she did want to see Adagio, she told herself, and eight was a good time for her.

She spent the hour after the text running through lectures and argument in her mind about how her friends did respect her individuality, how they would respect Adagio's, how she didn't need to become something else for them, how they'd accept her as she was …

Except Sunset didn't know how much of that was true. Except maybe Adagio was wrong, and really they shouldn't respect her individuality when it meant behaving poorly.

But then – Adagio had never spoken in shoulds or oughts, merely in how she was willing to be treated.

When, at last, Adagio turned up, Sunset flung herself at her, and they embraced in silence for some time. Plans of how to discuss the issue flitted through her mind. She released Adagio and looked in her eyes. “How was your shopping trip?”

“Good,” said Adagio. “I got some new clothes.” Evidently so: She was wearing a dark blue cotton skirt and a denim jacket over a thin, translucent blouse. “Shall we go up?”

Sunset kissed her, and held her hand as they walked up the flight of stairs.

“And I got a new shirt to replace the one you ruined,” teased Adagio.

“Ruined? The buttons came off. You can sew them back on. Or just –” Sunset had been about to suggest asking Rarity. “Or just take it to a tailor.”

“Hm.”

Up at her flat, she made offered to made some coffee. Adagio accepted, and then they sat opposite one another, Sunset on her bed and Adagio on a chair.

Sunset rubbed the rim of her cup, “Anyway,” she said.

“If you're not going to bring it up, I am,” said Adagio. “Earlier today, at the Dorch. I didn't get on with your friends.”

Sunset looked up from her coffee and nodded.

“So what now?”

“I dunno. I was really hoping you'd like them and they'd like you, but …”

“Yeah, I wish I could like them too,” said Adagio. She didn't sound in the slightest remorseful.

Sunset scrunched her eyes shut and sighed. “Oh, fuck it.” She rose, took the half-empty cup from Adagio, who gave it up without resistance, and put both cups aside. “I'll get over it. Come here.”

She pulled Adagio up and embraced her. For a moment they remained like that. Pressure and warmth, contact, Adagio's breath on her neck and fingers running through her hair, softened her worried.

“I don't want to lose you,” Sunset said. Her hands slid down Adagio's side to her hips.

Adagio caught her up up in a long kiss. “Then don't,” she said.

Sunset reached up, pushed Adagio's jacket off her shoulders, then pushed her onto the bed and straddled her. Adagio's hands came up, under the fabric of her top, and touching over her waist. Sunset against Adagio and kissed along her jawline and neck.

In response, the motions of Adagio's hands became more insistent, roving over Sunset's back. She grabbed the hem of Sunset's top and pulled it up and over her head.

Free of her top, Sunset moved upwards a little, allowing Adagio to bite at her collarbone and kiss the swell of her breasts. Soft fingers traced her spine, making her shiver. In a deft motion Adagio unhooked her bra, and moments later it was off and Adagio's warm mouth was against her nipples.

Sunset moaned. Her fingers dug into Adagio's arms hard enough to leave temporary marks. She let Adagio continue until both nipples were hard and slick with saliva, then moved down until they were level. She pulled up Adagio's skirt to expose sky blue panties and caressed her exposed thighs, coming teasing further and further between her legs.

Adagio's throat bobbed. She reached with one hand, grabbed Sunset's hair, and pulled her closer to bite her lip and then kiss her forcefully. She shifted below, interlacing their legs, then rolled her hips to rub her crotch against the fabric of Sunset's jeans.

Pulling her skirt up and out of the way, Sunset caressed Adagio's waist, moving downwards across the broad swell of her hips, then round to her ass. She dug her fingers into the soft flesh and pulled forward, increased the pressure against Adagio's pussy.

Adagio gasped. Her fingers raked up Sunset's back, leaving stinging trails.

With her head resting against Adagio's shoulder, Sunset moved a hand across and lay it against Adagio's warm pussy, then pushed the fabric of her panties aside and slid a finger inside her. A little mewl came as a responder, and the assault of Adagio's nails again her back resumed with greater force.

Then, without warning, Adagio grabbed Sunset's wrists and pulled her hands away, and in one motion rolled them on the bed, so Sunset now found herself beneath a viciously grinning Adagio. Adagio released Sunset's wrists and set about stroking her nipples.

Sunset reached down, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of Adagio's panties and skirt, and yanked the two down in one motion. Adagio gave a little cry of surprise, but already Sunset had kicked the clothes away. She returned her hand to Adagio's pussy, seeking her clit; Adagio gasped as she found it.

Adagio's hands, starting at the back up Sunset's neck, moved upwards, fingers running through her hair and caressing her scalp. Warm, joyous feelings ran down Sunset's spine, like she was a pet being stroked by her mistress. She could feel Adagio's juices slicking her fingers, Adagio's weight against her hips.

Adagio was whispering something furiously, but Sunset only caught fragments like “beautiful little pony” and “so fucking gorgeous”. Then those soft caresses against her scalp became more forceful, turned to a hair pull from the root, and Adagio descended on her for a forceful, almost violent kiss.

Writing beneath Adagio, Sunset moaned into the kiss. Somehow she gathered the presence of mind to slide two fingers inside Adagio's pussy, then curl them to press against the wet, warm flesh inside. Adagio pulled back, her mouth trailing a couple strings of saliva which broke as the retreated. Her chest was heaving, her eye's meeting Sunset's own.

“Cheeky little …” she murmured with a smile. She raised herself up on her knees, and with some fumbling unbuttoned Sunset's jeans and pushed them down over her hips. Sunset curled her fingers inside Adagio's pussy again, making her shiver. But with a second motion, Adagio had Sunset's panties down and bunched with her jeans around her knees. Sunset kicked them off without hesitation.

Adagio reached down. One hand grasping Sunset's thigh, thumb threatening to touch her pussy; the other palm down, stroking upwards from her pubis across her tummy towards her breasts. Two sources of electric joy. Sunset moaned and arched her back. Eyes closed, in the thrall of Adagio's touch, she just about managed to reach up and begin unbuttoning Adagio's blouse.

She had just reached the last button when Adagio's fingers penetrated her. She yelped, and fell back, dragging her fingernails down Adagio's front. For a moment, Sunset lay there letting waves of pleasure flow up through her from the touch inside her. Then she grabbed Adagio's shoulders and hauled herself up to a sitting position.

Now the girls sat face to face, naked, legs wrapped around one another. Sunset could feel the silk-smooth touch of Adagio's breasts and tummy against her own. She grabbed Adagio's broad hips and pulled them closed to her, and began kissing her neck. The motion of Adagio's fingers inside her and against her clit became faster.

Sunset stifled a moan, and let her kisses turn into bites. She pulled Adagio's hand from between her legs and brought it up to her mouth she she could taste her own juices. With the taste still in her mouth she looked up and kissed Adagio deeply.

Sunset's hands roamed across Adagio's soft thighs and ass. From there, coming from behind, she found Adagio's pussy, reached further and starting caressing her clit. Adagio let out a little moan, whispered some affectionate curse, and arched her back. Sunset shifted her up a bit to get better access, and so she take Adagio's nipple in her mouth.

Adagio's hand was back between her legs; the other was scratching fresh lines up her back, then pulling her hair.

Sunset felt a fresh swell of pleasure flowing through her body. She was close. Ad by the look of it – biting her lip, eyes closed, back arched, rolling her hips – Adagio was too. Her skin, lightly slicked with sweat, rubbed against Sunset's own, brushing her nipples and sending fresh sparks of joy through her.

Sunset buried her face against Adagio's shoulder and moaned, overtaken by an unstoppable tide. She pulled back a little she she could stare up at Adagio. “Look at me,” she managed to gasp. “As we …”

Adagio did so – and a few seconds later they came together clasped tightly in each other's arms. Sunset felt Adagio's juices squirt against her.

Even through the orgasm, neither of them let up. Adagio kissed her through the second time, muffling Sunset's moans. Sunset's whole body was alive with burning ecstasy, multiplied by the knowledge that against Adagio was experiencing the same.

At some point, after some eternal moment of joy, they finished. They must have gone down to lie beside one another, though she couldn't remember that happening; as the haze receded, she found she was lying on her side, studying Adagio's features in profile. Adagio was lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, her chest moving gently up and down. Drops of sweat sat on her forehead and chest like gems. Her mass of hair spread out around her like a halo. Her arm was interlaced with Sunset's.

She looked over at Sunset, meeting her glance, and smiled. Then she brushed an errant strand of Sunset's hair back. They said nothing; nothing needed to be said.

For a while, Sunset felt like crying, though she didn't know why. In time the feeling passed, and when she was cool enough she cuddled up close to Adagio and pulled up the bedclothes to surround them both.

Author's Notes:

I thought a bit of off-the-cuff cute might make a nice contrast to all the complex BDSM we've being doing since the start.