“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

-Dr. Seuss.

***

The reality of her situation finally hit her. It felt… odd. She was so used to worrying about things that to have everything so… perfect was utterly alien to her. And yet… she enjoyed it.

Spitfire was lying awake in her cabin. The room was small, similar in size to the dorm room she had shared with Jett all those months back. It had a nice window to view the surrounding sky scape. And best of all, it only had one bed.

Spitfire glanced to her right. Sleeping soundly next to her was Jett, his arms wrapped around her in a comforting embrace. She broke out in a smile. When she first woke up she thought she had dreamed the whole thing up… only to realize that there was a sleeping robot sharing her bed with her and she had to stop herself from screaming with happiness. Now she was simply enjoying his warm embrace.

A noise got her attention.

“Hey, Jett, you awake? Spitfire fuck your circuits out yet?” Dane asked as he appeared in the doorway with a yawn.

Spitfire sat up slightly and glared at him making a shushing sign with her fingers.

“Oh! Sorry Captain. I’ll just… leave you two to do… whatever you’re doing…”

He made a hasty exit.

Spitfire smiled and laid down again, draping a wing over Jett and pulling him closer with it. It was still a bit cold on the Yacht, especially at the high altitudes in combination with the weather. Jett however radiated warmth as Spitfire snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes.

She still couldn’t believe it. He was now hers! After all this time, he belonged to her and she belonged to him! It felt so wonderful. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed.

She felt him rouse from his sleep. He yawned before opening his eyes.

“Dumb sleeping software,” he yawned before fully waking himself up. He opened his eyes to find a certain flame haired girl with a beautiful set of brilliant orange irises staring back at him. He smiled.

“So it wasn’t a dream…” he breathed.

Spitfire giggled, “No, it wasn’t. Reality is finally better than dreams.”

She leaned in and kissed him. He felt a pleasant shock go down his spine. Finally she pulled away, licking her lips.

“Geez, at least let me wake up before you do that,” he laughed.

“What? I can’t help the fact you taste nice.”

“Really? What do I taste like?” he asked running one of his hands through her fire like hair.

“Sweet. Like candy.”

“That would probably be my synthetic stuff. I kinda programed it like that on the flight over.”

“I don’t care. I still love it,” she smiled.

“So do I,” he said as his hand drifted from her hair down to her mid back, where her wings joined her torso. He ran his hand over her soft feathers. Her eyes widened and she let out a peep at his touch.

He grinned, “Ooh, does that tickle?”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

“Okay,” he smiled, “Then I suppose you won’t mind if I do this.”

His hand began stroking her back with the precision and expertise of a trained masseuse. Spitfire moaned as she melted at his touch.

“Oh that feels nice,” she sighed with a grin, “You’re pretty good a foreplay, robot boy.”

“Eh, what?”

Spitfire gave a devious grin, “Oh? You didn’t know? Wings are erogenous zones for people like me. Highly sensitive for things like air pressure and wind direction they’re also pleasure centers. But you already knew that.”

His eyes widened, “Oh no, I don’t think I should have done that. Crap, I completely forgot about that!”

Spitfire burst out laughing, “Relax, I’m just messing with you. You’re still pretty good at that though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… You know...” she gave him a sultry look, “I bet you could really take a girl for a ride, if you know what I mean…”

He quickly looked around the room, “Uh, I don’t think we should be doing… that yet. I’m kinda new to this whole thing here. And we only started dating just yesterday.”

“Aw,” she pouted, “You’re no fun. You’ve already seen me naked before…”

“Topless and that was an accident,” he said.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked with a mischievous grin, “If you want I could show them to you right now…”

“Uh, no, I’m fine; really. We’ve already established how physically attractive you are.”

Spitfire smiled and caressed his face, “What was it you said? That I was hotter than the inside of the sun? Tell me more about that. Feed my vanity.”

“Well, uh, your figure is perfect. No complaints there. You have a nice athletic body, nicely toned…”

She egged him on with a grin, “Go on…”

“Uh, your hair is interesting. Exotic. Even on Earth I’ve never seen a style like that. It goes well with you.”

“Good. What else?”

“Uh, you have an excellent complexion. Good even skin tone. No tan lines.”

“What about these?” she said sitting up with a grin and cupping her breasts.

His eyes flew open, “Oh come on! I can’t start thinking about you in a sexual context like that!”

“Why’s that? You already said I was hotter than the core of the sun.”

“I started seeing you first as a lost girl who had no idea where she was. The I saw you as a friend and then as a sister/best friend. I’m still getting used to the fact that we’re even together like this. Give me a few days at least!”

“Humph, you may not think of me that way yet but that doesn’t mean I have to hold back,” she licked her lips.

“Eh, what?”

She grinned as she rolled on top of him and pinned his arms to the bed with her knees as she sat on his torso. She lightly flapped her wings.

“Whoa,” he grinned.

“Whoa?” Spitfire grinned crossing her arms.

“Yes, whoa.”

“Say, let me ask you something. Do you still wanna fly?”

“I’d still like to but… I don’t need to.”

“Really? Why do you say that?”

“Well, a third of the population here has wings, a third have incredible strength and another third can do that… weird magic thing they do. And an even smaller percent can do all three but… only I have you and that makes me the luckiest living thing in the universe. I think that’s more than enough for me to be happy with.”

Spitfire smiled and put a hand to her heart.

“Aw, I never would have guessed you could be so sweet. But you’re wrong about just one thing.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m the luckiest person in the universe because only I have you. And I think I have more backing me up in that regard.”

Jett rolled his eyes with a grin, “And what do you have as your evidence?”

“Your entire life. All of the things that had to happen in it to bring us together.”

“Well what about your life? A lot of things had to happen to get you into the Wonderbolts.”

“Yeah but I was destined for that. You however were the greatest work of chance and probability that ever was,” She smiled, “And best of all, now you’re all mine.”

“Ooh, you’re such a dominatrix,” he teased.

“Damn right,” she grinned leaning down and kissing him. She felt him relax underneath her and moaned. Oh, just kissing him was better than any sex she’d ever had in her entire life! And best of all, it was socially acceptable to do in public. If this was just what kissing was like…

She let that thought circulate around her head for a while before storing under the, “We’ll talk about this later,” folder.

She sat up and smiled.

Jett frowned, “Aw, I was enjoying that.”

“Sorry but I need oxygen sometimes,” she laughed.

“You can breathe through your nose,” he pouted.

“Maybe next time,” she teased him as she stood up and hopped off the bed, “But for now, I’m hungry and the rest of our friends are probably wondering what we’re doing down here.”

“I forgot, you biological organisms need to eat,” he said sitting up on the bed and grabbing his cane.

“You need water,” she said, brushing the knots out of her hair.

“Yeah, once every several years if I drink enough.”

“Still counts as eating,” she said pulling on a pair of sweat pants.

“I prefer the term: refueling,” Jett said standing up, “Ow.”

Spitfire rushed to his side, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he said pushing himself up with his crutch, “Just wish this leg would get better, if it ever does.”

“Sorry my sister did all that to you,” she said sadly.

“Well you were right when you said she was a tank. Just didn’t expect she’d use high explosives on me,” he laughed before grimacing in pain, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Know what?” Spitfire asked as she helped him to the door.

“One annoying thing that comes with being an android is your body sends you notifications about things right to your eyes as well as pain signals,” he grimaced again, “But at least with the pain… I can shut it off.”

He sighed, “Ah that’s better.”

“Are you sure you should be doing that?”

“You ever stub your toe? Well it’s like that. You already know it hurts. You just don’t need the reminders. Plus it’s just getting in my way as I repair myself or hopefully repair myself. Still waiting on the results.”

“What’s going on?” Spitfire asked as she helped him up the stairs to the general living area.

“Ah, Nanites are all over the damaged areas. Can’t really move the leg too much without setting off some alarms. So… I’m gonna do this,” he said twitching his head.

“What’d you just do?”

“Fused my leg restricting my movement. Best not the aggravate things any further.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Spitfire smiled, “But in all seriousness, get well soon because as a new couple, there are a lot of things we still have to do.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jett asked as they made it up the stairs and entered the living area. The other Wonderbolts plus Dane and Gin were all enjoying each other’s company, eating breakfast or hanging out. Fleetfoot looked up and grinned.

“So did you fuck his brains out?” she asked with a grin.

Spitfire turned red, “No! I’m done with that kind of life anyway! Besides… this one’s special.”

“Yeah, and you just had to jump across the universe to find him. Congrats,” Soarin’ laughed.

“Laugh it up, at least I found him,” Spitfire stuck her tongue out and returned to help the android.

He smiled, “I’m fine. Really. Go get yourself something to eat.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can move around on my own now that we’re on a flat surface.”

“Alright.”

She left to the nearby buffet and started grabbing some food. Dane walked over.

“How’s the leg?”

“I’m working on it though, not sure how well it’s going but… it’s a start. I just hope I can at least get some form of mobility back.”

“Why?”

“Well I certainly don’t want her helping around a cripple,” he sighed, “Are sure nothing else can be done?”

“Sorry dude. You’re just gonna have to stick out the next several weeks while everything is fixed. Look what being positive got you,” he nudged over at Spitfire who was deciding on waffles or pancakes.

Jett smiled, “Yeah… I really like that.”

“Who knows? You may just find your leg back and better than ever at the end of it. Then you can really have some fun with her.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Dane grinned, “You know what I mean.”

“You’re a pervert.”

“I’m telling you man. You’ll have a fucking ball with her.”

Jett gave a devious grin, “Speaking of balls… You and Fleetfoot; you two done the…”

He leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Dane gasped.

“No! Hell no! Why would you even suggest that?!”

“Hey, I’m just saying, you’ve done it before.”

“Yeah but… No! Just no! Well, maybe… but not yet!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t because you can’t get…”

He whispered something else in his ear.

“No, it’s not because I can’t get that. And I can get that. You just have to look.”

“Oh, so maybe it’s because you don’t want to take the time to regrow that-”

Dane shoved a hand over his mouth, “No, no, we’re not going to talk about that.”

“I could easily do better and I don’t have to grow anything extra. Virtual reality.”

“You can’t do that here.”

Spitfire returned with a plate of food, “Can’t do what?”

“Virtual reality,” Dane said.

Jett grinned, “Oh but I can. I’ve stored it all right here.”

He nudged his head, “All I need is some Nanites and that’s not too hard for me to do.”

Dane crossed his arms, “So what would you do with it.”

“Well if I can’t get my leg working correctly there are always some more… creative alternatives.”

Fleetfoot stood up and yelled across the room, “You’re talking about sex, aren’t you!”

Dane let out a loud sigh, “No Echo! He’s not talking about sex. Not everything we talk about is sex!”

Jett laughed, “You mind explaining that?”

Spitfire swallowed a bit of chocolate chip pancakes, “I can. She’s a pervert. Simple as that.”

Jett clapped his hands together, “Oh so you two are perfect for each other!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up asshole,” Dane rolled his eyes, “She’s still too good to me. Plus the girls here have all these cool extra places where you can touch em’.”

“Okay Quagmire,” Jett rolled his eyes.

Spitfire frowned, “Who’s Quagmire?”

Dane and Jett simply looked at each other.

“It’s a REALLY long story,” Jett said.

“Yeah and plus it’s a reference only the audience would get,” Dane added.

“What?” Spitfire and Jett said at the same time.

“See you two are soul mates!” Dane clapped his hands together.

Spitfire and Jett looked at each other and smiled.

Jett shrugged, “I’m okay with that.”

“Me too,” Spitfire smiled before kissing him.

Jett licked his lips, “You taste like chocolate.”

“You like it and you know it.”

“Yes I do.”

***

The time spent on the yacht was rather boring for most. Little to do but wait until they got to their destination. Spitfire and Jett however were inseparable. They rarely left each other’s company. Both were always smiling. Dane himself was happy. He’d never seen his brother so content with life. Jett, pessimistic, cynical, angst filled, was finally happy. And all it took was a girl from another planet. When he kissed her he could almost see him physically shudder with the pleasure it brought him. With Spitfire, there was little difference. Fleetfoot had never ever seen Spitfire happier with a guy. She had never seen her sister consider a serious relationship with anyone! But then this guy just… fell out of the sky and boom. Spitfire was head over heels, wings fluttering like a fairy, in love with the guy.

They slept together every night, never leaving each other’s arms or wings. Sometimes Dane would stop by to wake them up and all that would be visible would be a cloak of orange feathers. He quickly learned to leave them alone as Spitfire did not like to be disturbed when she was cradling the object of her affections and desires in her wings.

It never really seemed to faze Jett that he was dating a Celebrity. Possibly because all he’d known her as was a best friend or because he all he could see her as now was a perfect girlfriend. Dane never really seemed bothered by the fact either with his relationship with Fleetfoot.

Soon though, it became apparent that the news of Spitfire’s new relationship would get out rather quickly as soon as the yacht landed.

Spitfire sighed and closed her eyes. Preening her wings was a pretty easy thing to do though there were some spots that she just couldn’t reach. She was lying on her/Jett’s bed with one of her wings draped across the room. Jett sat in a chair running his fingers though her wings. Every now and again Spitfire would let out a cute moan as he tugged out a loose or damaged feather.

Eventually he pulled out a large orange primary feather and looked at it. Spitfire noticed he stopped and propped herself up.

“What is it?”

“Your feathers are pretty,” he said turning the large primary around in his prosthetic.

Spitfire smiled, “I know they are. They came from me after all.”

“Hmm,” he turned and glanced over at the pile that had accumulated, “What should I do with these?”

“Burn em,” Spitfire said nonchalantly.

“Burn them? Why?”

“It’s like when you get a haircut. Preening our wings, that is. There’s just a bit more significance placed on it. Burning them is like a mini cremations ceremony. The premise is that because we belong in the air we should always return to it. The Earth people have a similar custom where they bury their dead.”

“So you guys cremate your dead and scatter the ashes into the wind, the Earth people bury their dead, what do the… magic users do?”

“They, uh, do some weird thing where they use magic on the body and convert it to some kind of weird crystal and then they place it in a cemetery like place in large mountains. Weird.”

“I can understand cremation and burial but I’ve never seen anything like that. Interesting.”

“Yeah…”

Jett twirled the large feather in his hand, “Burn this one too?”

Spitfire sat up, “Uh, no, um… Well, uh, there’s this custom we have… where uh, when you meet your special someone, you exchanged feathers. Typically you place tuck it in with the ones on your wings with a kind of clip but… you don’t have wings so… I don’t know.”

“Well if you want me to keep it I can still keep it,” Jett said holding it up and tucking it behind his ear.

“Really?” Spitfire perked up.

“Yeah, if it’s important to you then sure. I’ll get something more permanent to secure it later considering I don’t have feathers but… wait a second. I forgot about this!”

“What?”

He glanced down at his arm and watched as a silvery liquid flowed out of a small node in his arm and organized into a bracelet like device. He grabbed the feather.

“Can I bend it?”

Spitfire blinked, “Yeah, they’re flexible enough.”

“Cool,” he said placing it onto the fluid and watching it bend around his wrist. After a few seconds of prettying things up it looked like the feather was a bracelet itself around his wrist.

He held his arm up, “How’s it look?”

Spitfire smiled, “Nice.”

Jett looked at his arm, “I love it. It feels special. Now I just need to find something nice to give you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to. Just having you now is wonderful enough as it is,” she said wrapping her arms around him.

“You said it was a custom. So I’m gonna do it. I’ll think of something just as special as you giving me a part of you.”

Spitfire leaned over his shoulder, “You already have my heart, robot boy.”

“And you have mine,” Jett smiled.

“Aw, you’re so sweet. Even if you don’t have a heartbeat.”

“I can activate that software if you so desire.”

“You have software for that?”

“I have software for everything.”

Spitfire smiled and pulled him onto the bed with her, “Including your sex drive.”

Jett turned red, “Let’s not talk about my sex drive.”

Spitfire pouted and rolled over so she was sitting on top of him, “Aww, but I think we can really have some fun together. Plus I like being on top…”

“You don’t want to take things a bit slower?” Jett asked nervously.

“Aww, what’s the fun in that?”

“Developing this relationship more for one. I’m not gonna lie here, our relationship from beginning to now has literally followed none of the rules.”

Spitfire crossed her arms, “You people have rules for relationships?”

“Well, no, not like that but… it’s, uh, it’s psychology. When I mean followed none of the rules I don’t mean that as a bad thing.”

Spitfire cocked her head, “How do you mean it then?”

“Well, uh, we started out pretty much disliking each other, you hit me in the face, I found you annoying at first, I’m sure you thought some pretty nasty things about me that first day.”

Spitfire scratched her head, “Yeah but they disappeared pretty quickly after you bought me all those clothes.”

Jett rolled his eyes.

“What was that for?” Spitfire asked.

“No matter what planet I’m on, women always love clothes,” he laughed.

She smiled, “You’re a jerk.”

“You picked me.”

“That I did and I love you.”

“But anyway, after that we kind of got to know each other the same way most couples do. I mean, you knew things about me I had told almost no one about. We shared experiences, got to know each other, we also hurt each other but in the end we were as close as siblings.”

“Were?”

“What are we now?”

“Oh, right. But continue.”

“Oh, so basically, the general stages of a relationship that psychologists can agree on we turned into one massive clusterfuck.”

“Well the situation was unique. And, I don’t think I’ve told you this but… the…” she gulped, “Divorce rate, ugly word that Equestria doesn’t even have, is zero.”

Jett blinked, “What?”

“I don’t know about where you came from but here, love is something real. When you ask someone to get married, you’re basically expressing the deepest form of love possible. You’re saying you want to spend eternity with the person, whether it is rich in a penthouse or homeless on streets. So what I’m saying is to forget all that stuff about love back where you came from because here it’s a force of nature. A beautiful natural phenomenon. Not something that you can just explain away.”

She leaned down and ran her fingers though his hair, “Forget the rules. Let’s just do this our way. The same way we’ve done things forever; making things up as we go along… Be one with me. Tonight.”

Jett blinked nervously, “Spitfire I really hate to turn you down again, especially after all you’ve been through at my hands but… I’m not comfortable with that kind of a relationship this early into it. Don’t get me wrong! I find you incredibly appealing and sexy and I’ve even gone through the effort of reactivating those special subroutines but… I’m just not ready for that yet. I do love you Spitfire and I’d like to think that we’re meant to be together forever but… I’m not ready for that yet. Can you just wait? Wait for me?”

Spitfire sighed but gave a warm smile, “I’d walk through hell for you. And I waited this long to have you and you certainly made it worth it so I supposed that I can be patient here too.”

He sighed with relief, “Thanks. I promise… when I’m ready I’ll make the wait well worth it for you. But… just wait for me.”

Spitfire gave him puppy dog eyes, “Can we still cuddle?”

“Of course we can. I said I’m not ready for sex not being a human being.”

She grinned like a girl in a candy shop, “Yay!”

She hopped off his chest and laid down next to him and wrapped her arms and wings around him. She sighed as she nuzzled his neck.

“I love you,” she moaned as she closed her eyes.

Jett smiled and kissed her forehead, “I love you too my little angel.”

***

The first stop the yacht made was in the city of Equuleus. It was a moderate sized city situated on a plateau at the base of a mountain. It was a relatively old city but it still had an Aerodome for performances. They yacht had docked several minutes ago and the gangplank was extended. The paparazzi were already waiting outside the craft. A group of limos were waiting to bring the team to their hotel.

Spitfire looked over at Jett, “You ready for this?”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re forgetting that we’re celebrities here. And now you’re in a committed relationship with one.”

“Oh. So will this make a big splash in the media?” he asked as Spitfire prepared to open the door.

Spitfire blinked, “Well considering my past reputation with guys I’d say some people will be surprised to say the least.”

Jett gripped his cane, “I hate the paparazzi.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Spitfire sighed, “Come on; let’s get to the hotel so we can go back to cuddling again.”

“You really like doing that, don’t you?”

“Next to making out with you, it’s my second favorite thing to do,” she grinned liking her lips.

***

“In other news today,” the ENN news anchor said, “Wonderbolts Captain Spitfire was seen exiting her team’s Yacht the other day with, get this, a guy. But this doesn’t appear to just be some random guy she’s having a fling with, not this looks to be the real deal here.”

The shot cut to a video of Spitfire and the rest of the Wonderbolts pushing through a crowd of paparazzi. Attached to Spitfire’s hand however was a certain black haired kid with a robotic arm, wielding a cane more as a weapon than an actual assistance device. And on his wrist was an orange feather.

She stopped him just before they entered the limo and proceeded to kiss the mysterious boy before dragging him inside the vehicle.

“Whoever this guy is, he appears to be the real deal if the Captain is giving him that kind of treatment and he has one of her feathers on his wrist. To all you male fans of Spitfire out there, sorry boys, but it looks like she’s officially off the market.”

And so begins the Happy Years Arc of this story. While I will admit this, most of the story line is sadly over there are still some things I'd like to cover about their new relationship to really put a good seal on this story. Expect a few more chapters and maybe... if you're lucky (Or unlucky)... a clop chapter.