Sexual Sensations

by SilverMistMLP

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Octavia, Comedy, Sex, DJ P0N-3, Human
Length: 19353

Octavia and Vinyl have been living together for quite some time now. Recently though, Vinyl has been making Octavia feel rather different.

Vinyl, being the most famous DJ in all of their state, has been messing with the cellist's head, causing her to think and conjure up some very odd but arousing situations that may or may not happen.

Contains humanized R34. Read at your own risk.
Thank you a million times to Mike for pre-reading this. It truly means a lot to me.
Art belonging to: John Joseco

Published 2013-06-30 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-28 22:57:10 UTC

Chapter One

Octavia sighed heavily as the bass of Vinyl's speakers shook their whole house. She was currently trying to find the checks in order to pay the rent, but it all was to no avail. She looked through every drawer, cabinet, couch cushion, crack, everything in order to find them, aside from the obnoxious DJ's room. "It's ten in the morning and I refuse to go in there!" she yelled out, although it was barely even a whisper with all the heavy bass lines flowing from Vinyl's room. Letting out an inaudible sigh of defeat, she approached the woman's room, scraping her knuckles across the brown door with an angry fist. "Vinyl Alyxandra Scratch, lower that noise immediately!"

The pale DJ opened the door, lifting her purple shades up and pushing her indigo-and-blue hair back and out of her eyes. "Oh, hey Octy!" she screamed over the wubs. "Whatcha bangin' on my door for?"

Octavia, already being annoyed with the constant shaking of her once-quiet home, shoved the door open with her hand, walking past the baffled DJ and towards the stereo system. She grabbed the volume knob and turned it counter-clockwise, which silenced the awful noise that Vinyl referred to as 'dubstep'. All loud noises that normally weren't heard in the morning had been relinquished.. "Finally," she breathed quietly.

"Oh, you wanted me to lower it?" Vinyl asked, looking up from her phone.

Octavia whipped her head around, her eyes constricting and her right eye twitching. The nerve she has! Her mind screamed. "No, of course not, dear Vinyl," she began. Her tone was like lightning and thunder accompanied by a top hat and monocle. "I was totally not banging on your door and asking you to silence that dreadful noise coming from this system of yours," she sternly said, pointing her index finger at the large stereo.

Vinyl chuckled cheerfully. "Well, why'd you turn it off then?"

The more-formal one growled, brushing past the laid-back DJ. "Put some headphones on or something, please!" she called over her shoulder as she plopped down on the couch, opening a magazine once she had her legs crossed and was sitting upright with her back straight. As if on cue, the bass kicked in once more, vibrating the entire house. She groaned, searching the couch cushions for anything to silence those horrible wubs, as her housemate called them.

A door slammed, slightly toning down the sound of the bass. "Why must I deal with this?" she asked herself, slamming her palm against her forehead and dragging it down her face. She closed the magazine that was now resting on her lap and turned on the television, flipping to a movie called The Wizard Of Oz. She barely half-smiled, laying on her side and setting a pillow against the arm of the couch, getting comfortable and eventually falling asleep.

The DJ was in her room rummaging through her drawers in a desperate attempt to find some clothes to shower with. She shrugged, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, a blue-and-white-striped bra, and a white tank top. Turning her music down just a notch, she opened the door to her room and walked along the wall and into the bathroom, being sure not to disturb the cello-player again. "Grumpy ass," she muttered, turning on the water and getting undressed. She cracked the door and stared at herself in the mirror, reaching under the sink and grabbing her own shampoo and conditioner. She wiped the mirror down with her hand once the bathroom had become steamy and hopped into the shower, her hair falling over her face. "Gaaahh!" she growled playfully as she stepped out of the water, putting some of the shampoo in her hand and running her fingers through her hair.

She began humming something she heard Octavia hum from her iPod before. I don't remember what the damn song is called though. She thought as she grabbed her razor, beginning to shave her legs with some soap as she hummed the tune aloud, switching between high and low notes. She kept going on with it as far as she knew it, starting over once she came to an end of everything she had heard. She retreated back into the warm water, washing her hair out and grabbing the bar of soap once more, stepping out as she began to lather her bikini area up, shaving all of the stubbly pubic hair away. She then grabbed the conditioner, repeating what she did with the shampoo and continued singing as she began lathering her body in many layers of rich, white bubbles of cleanliness.

The cellist still lay asleep on the couch. Although her dream was nothing at first, the scene that just recently happened had been twisted around in her mind and began to become something she would have never dreamed of doing. Vinyl had pinned her against the wall in mid-sentence, kissing with as much force and passion as one could conjure up. The formal one didn't know how to react, staring at the DJ in front of her with wide eyes as large amounts of blood rose to her cheeks, causing a heavy blush to appear. The DJ didn't seem to mind though, her lingering lips staying there for several long, silent moments before she pulled away and began trailing her kisses along the others body. First she kissed her cheek, then her jaw line, then just below her ear, and finally her neck before sliding her tongue up it and began nibbling on her ear. Octavia closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall, allowing Vinyl to have more room. Her fingertips trailed down from her collarbone and over her breast, going down her stomach and to her pajama pants and everything faded into darkness before she jolted awake. "What the fuck!" she screamed before she hit the floor with a thud.

Vinyl was in the middle of washing her hair out when she heard the scream. She looked at the door, curiosity sparking within her head as she finished what she was doing and jumped out of the water. Not bothering to put a towel on or even turn the water off, she raced out of the bathroom dripping wet to find Octavia on the carpet floor, rubbing her ass. "Tavi, are you okay?" she asked, squatting down and checking the other for any signs of injury.

Octavia nodded, unaware of the naked woman in front of her. "Indeed I am, Vinyl. Thank you for asking," she murmured before looking up, seeing her dripping wet body shining in the sunlight. "O-oh, Vinyl, y-you're nude," she stuttered, forcing her purple eyes away.

She blushed, her pale cheeks turning a soft pink. "Yeah, sorry. I heard you scream and I had to see if you were okay," she whispered as she stood up and offered her hand out to Octavia. She was sitting on the floor, twirling her long, silky black hair in her fingers.

She eventually grabbed her hand and pulled herself up with Vinyl's assistance, staring at her in awe. Celestia, her body looks amazing, she thought, resisting the urge to bite her lip. What am I saying? How uncouth! She yelled at herself, yet again forcing her eyes away. "Thank you," she said, brushing herself off as a cover up for staring.

Vinyl nodded. "You're welcome, Octy," she replied, rushing back to the bathroom. Octavia stared at her pale, but 'modest-sized' ass. She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to rid the absurd thoughts she now had of her roommate. She lay back down on the couch, stopping herself from falling asleep once more in fear that odd dream would continue where it left off, blankly staring at the ceiling.

Vinyl pulled the briefs on quickly after drying off, followed shortly with the hassle of her bra. "I hate these damned things," she grunted, finally hooking it in the back and then slipping the tank top over her head. She looked at her hair, which was now in a more natural state. She grabbed the brushed and moved her bangs over to the right side as she pulled it through the remainder of her hair, draping the short indigo and blue color over her shoulders. She opened the door again and walked out and to the living room, seeing that the movie had been silenced.

Octavia rolled over with a groan. "Vinyl," she whispered.

"Octy?" Vinyl said, poking her with a confused finger. "Octy, I'm right here."

Her hair was covering her eyes, concealing any facial expressions Octavia had hidden from her. She was silent again, her black hair disheveled from all her tossing on the pale gray leather couch. She sat up immediately once more, knocking heads with the looming Vinyl. "Ow!" the two said in unison as they both placed a confused hand to their foreheads, rubbing the forming bump with their fingers.

"The fuck was that for?" Vinyl asked, still rubbing her forehead.

Octavia looked at the DJ, staring at her hair in disbelief. It looked simply beautiful, like a marble swirl in a cake, perhaps you could say, instead of her normal jagged style. "I didn't mean to, dear. It's just that this odd dream won't leave me be."

Vinyl's curiosity and wonder sparked inside of her as she jumped over the back of the couch, sitting at her feet now. "Spill it," she told her with a stern voice.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow and sitting up.

"Tell me what your dream was about," she clarified.

"Oh. I don't think I should," Octavia said, turning her head away.

Vinyl suppressed a small laugh, trying to get rid of the weird, awkward atmosphere of the room. "C'mon Tavi, you know you can tell me anything."

She nodded. I know, but I think this *thing** may be one of the things I mustn't!* Her mind screamed. She licked her chapped lips and swallowed hard, still looking down at the ground. "I know, but still."

"But nothin'. Octy, you gotta' tell me," Vinyl pushed on.

"Vinyl dear, I don't think you understand."

"What is there to be non-understandable?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Octavia giggled. "I think you mean, 'misunderstand', Vinyl."

"Whatever the hell the damn word is. What was your dream about?" she asked, putting the matter of large vocabulary aside.

She groaned, trying to find another way to get Ms. Scratch's mind off of the dream. "Want to watch a movie?" she suggested, giving a sheepish smile before turning her head back towards the television.

Vinyl shook her head. C'mon! Tell me! I'm not patient at all! Her mind screamed even though her lips were pursed. "Ohhhh Taaaavvvvvviiii," she said in a melodic tone. Octavia turned her head, lifting her eyebrows in an expectant way. Vinyl gave a charming smile and clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes a few times and still keeping the tone, she said, "Would you please tell me? With a cello on top?"

Her jaw slacked. She stared at Vinyl in disbelief before shaking her head and rubbing her eyes a few times, opening them again only to see Vinyl doing it over and over. She sighed. "Fine," she muttered.

Being how giddy and curious she is, Vinyl scooted up, placing Octavia's legs over her lap. "Go on then," she told her.

With another sigh, she told her what happened. The heat of the moment, how it made her feel, the intensity, the excitement, everything. She looked up once she was done, staring at Vinyl with a deep blush on her cheeks.

Vinyl leaned forward, cupping Octavia's face in her hands. She was hesitant at first but leaned in slowly, placing a gentle kiss on Octavia's smooth, delicious lips. It took a moment of realization until she kissed her back with as much force as she was giving her, considering the fact it was more of a 'Is this really happening?' moment to her. In the midst of Tavi's thinking, Vinyl's other hand was doing just as it did in the dream, her fingertips sliding slowly down her body but up her shirt this time and under her bra, squeezing her nipple between her index finger and thumb just enough to harden it. Unfortunately though, she slid her hand out of her shirt and pulled away, a sly grin dancing on her lips.

"W-why'd you stop?" The cellist asked in a shaky tone.

Vinyl's grin broadened. "Because," she leaned in, nibbling on Octavia's earlobe gently before whispering seductively in her ear, "I'm a tease, my Tavi." With that, she got up, walking away from the couch as if nothing had happened.

"You fucking sly-ass little bitch," Octavia muttered, the wetness in between her legs was also very unhappy with what Vinyl had just done to her. "Don't worry, Scratchie," she paused, her own lips curling into that of a grin, "I'll get you back, just you wait."

=^w^=

It was almost six at night now and Octavia was tuning her cello in the garage, the only quiet place in their home where most of Vinyl's bass did not reach. She was getting ready to play one of the most harmonious symphonies she knew. She picked up her bow and pressed it against the chords, sliding it across each of them with swift, accurate movements. Just until a loud bass speaker kicked in and it made the most awful sound in the world. "Mark my words, I will murder that woman if she does not learn how to show some consideration for what other people do!" she yelled, getting up from her chair and storming out of the once-silent car-holding palace and nearly busted down Vinyl's studio door.

Vinyl had her headphones on her head as she was working the turn tables, lights flashing in every direction from them. Many other various stands of endless equipment that lay near the walls and around the room. She briefly looked up to see a rather-pissed-off Octavia standing directly in front of her. She muttered an inaudible curse and turned the volume down, giving a sheepish smile. "Heh, hey Tavi, whatcha doin' in my studio?"

"What are you doing ruining my cello session?" she countered, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot on the ground.

"Jeez, calm your nips, girl. I'll just turn it do-"

Octavia face palmed before cutting her off. "I want you to turn it off, Vinyl Alyxandra. And by off, I mean shut everything down and go read a book or something other than being an obnoxious nuisance!"

Vinyl gasped, taking her purple shades off her face in a slow, dramatic manner and placing them on her DJ equipment, stopping the track that was playing almost immediately. She stepped out from behind her booth and stood in front of the cellist, staring her down. "Say that again," she demanded, "or do you not have the guts to?"

The cellist, already being worked up twice in one day and knowing it would not be good for her already-knotted shoulders, she breathed out heavily in an attempt to calm herself down. A proper lady would never blow up. She thought to herself as she took another deep breath and let it out before speaking in a more calm and civilized manner. "Stop being an obnoxious nui-"

That was all it took before Vinyl had cupped her face in her hands again, leaning in and planting another kiss on her ever-so-perfect lips. Octavia mumbled against her lips only to show that whatever she did, the DJ would not lay off. Instead, she gave in, kissing her back hesitantly at first before deepening it, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to do. Vinyl began to pull away and, before Octavia's mind could even react, her hands snaked around the pale woman's waist, preventing her from moving away from her as their lips parted. Vinyl wrapped her arms around the other's neck just lightly, glancing down at where Octavia's arms were now placed and looked back up at her with those seductive scarlet eyes of hers as she bit her bottom lip. They both knew damn well why that kiss was so aggressive but neither knew what the fuck they were going to do now. "Someone's grumpy," Vinyl finally whispered once Octavia's grip loosened some.

Octavia huffed. "Silence yourself," she told Vinyl as she pulled away, unwrapping Vinyl's pale, long arms from around her neck. Vinyl stood there watching as the slightly-darker cellist walked back out of the studio and down the long corridor, opening her door and flopping down onto the bed. It was quiet for a long while, the bed occasionally squeaking as she tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. After about ten or so minutes, there was an inaudible groan before the bed squeaked, alerting Vinyl that she had gotten up.

She smirked and sat near the door, hiding her figure so the mysterious and confusing long, black-haired woman could not see her. "C'mon Octy, you're bound to shower soon," she muttered under her breath.

Octavia was rummaging through her drawers and closet, unable to stay still. She finally grabbed a black bra, black lace panties, a gray tank top, and a pair of gray gym shorts. Why do I even have this? she asked herself, but shrugged it off, the thought leaving almost as soon as it came. She walked out and grabbed a towel from the hall closet and walked into the bathroom, closing the door and the sound of a lock clicking was heard as the water started.

"Fucking dickmuffins," Vinyl cursed. She got up and ran quickly to the kitchen, pulling the fridge open. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out some cabbage, along with some creamy ranch and Italian dressing, followed by some ham, salami, and tomatoes. She then ran for the pantry, swinging the door open as she closed the fridge with her foot and grabbed some black and green olives. Quickly, as if her life depended on it, she started pulling apart the cabbage and placing it in a large plastic bowl, rinsing it off before adding the other various ingredients she had grabbed. She reached to the second cabinet to the right and pulled out two plastic plates, adding about a quarter to Tavi's plate and a half to hers, topping hers with the ranch and Tavi's with the Italian dressing, preparing the salad all in a matter of ten minutes. The water turned off and she placed a fork on each of the plates, putting them on the table at a rushed pace as she dove for the fridge, pulling out a can of Dr. Pepper and Arizona Sweet Tea, nearly slamming them down next to each of the plates. She leaped over the table and sat in her chair, nearly falling back from the amount of force she had impacted it with.

Octavia walked out as she was drying her hair with a beige-colored towel, eyeing Vinyl suspiciously. She draped the towel over the back of the chair, seating herself. "And what is this for?" she asked, staring at the concoction Vinyl made her and her eyes drifted from her plate, to the tea, then to Vinyl several times.

"Just to apologize for how I've been acting," she muttered, picking her fork up and trying to politely eat. How does she make it look so simple to have proper table etiquette? her mind questioned but she pushed it away, waiting for a response.

"Thank you, I guess," Octavia finally said, picking up the fork and taking a cautious bite. "This is quite divine, even if it is just a salad."

Vinyl did a victory dance in her head but kept a calm composure on the outside, only looking up briefly with a smile. "Glad you like it."

Octavia nodded and her thoughts began flooding with possible reasons as to why Vinyl did this. Why is she being nice? What is she planning on doing? What time is it? What is going on in that hormone-crazed head of hers? Maybe I'm paranoid. Ah, yes! I'm just paranoid by the simple fact that I'm thinking of doing dirty things to my house mate! Octavia's head screamed, but she too kept a straight face and calm composure throughout most of the meal. I wonder how she felt during the kiss. I wonder if she's ever dreamed about us two being intimate, feeling the warmth of each other's body pressed up against each other as we both slid our fingers in and out of each others pu-STOP! Octavia told herself, resisting the urge to shake her head wildly. What in the name of everything musical is wrong with me? she thought, almost allowing her jaw to slack and lose all her manners and begin banging her head on the table, not caring what the DJ thought of her then.

Vinyl looked up from her plate, staring at Octavia with one eyebrow cocked and her head slightly tilted to the side. What the shit has gotten into her lately and what is she even thinking about? she asked herself over and over again, repeating the question in her head. She glanced up at the clock. Six thirty. Hmph, that doesn't give me much time to get my plan underway. Maybe I could drug her...no, no, we have to make this sexy time go right, or she could hate me for all eternity. Oh, how I wonder what that body looks like naked. Vinyl thought, undressing Octavia slowly with her eyes. She shook her head just slightly, letting her thoughts continue on by themselves as she chewed her food thoroughly.

=^w^=

The cellist was almost ready for bed, putting a relaxing instrumental on her iPod and retreating to the restroom, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail with a purple hair band, turning on the sink with warm water and began washing her face. She washed her hands first and then proceeded to wash the stress of the day away, splashing her face before lathering a thin layer of soap on it and also rinsing that off. She sat up straight, a towel covering her face as she turned the water off. Two long arms snaked around her waist and a set of soft, slightly wet lips pressed against her shoulder and started trailing from her shoulder to her neck before she finally pulled the towel from her face, muffling a soft moan before she did so. She saw Vinyl in the mirror, still placing small, tender kisses along her neck and shoulder before her jaw clamped down softly on her neck, causing another soft moan to escape her lips.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she turned slowly, Vinyl's arms releasing her some. She looked at her with lust and desire residing in those piercing scarlet eyes of hers. With a smirk and just barely any strength, she lifted Octavia up and put her up on the bathroom counter and wrapped Octavia's arms around her neck. "Hello, beautiful," she whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe softly.

Octavia breathed in deeply, tilting her head to the side to allow Vinyl to have more room. She then wrapped her legs around the DJ's waist almost instinctively and pulled her closer, causing her to bite down harder on her ear. She winced slightly and Vinyl began trailing soft, tender kisses from her earlobe down to the base of her neck. Octavia bit down hard on her lip, causing it to tear and start bleeding. "Are you going to say anything?" Vinyl breathed against her neck, causing a shiver to course through her body.

"I-I don't know," Octavia whispered and dropped her head. Vinyl slid two fingers under her chin and lifted it up to where they were making eye contact, staring deep into those beautiful amethyst colored eyes of hers. She shifted slowly, pulling Octavia to the edge of the counter and pushing herself against it, being sure she could hold the thin woman up. She brought her hand up, caressing her cheek. She smiled warmly before leaning in, her lips lingering by the cellist's.

"M-may I?" she asked politely, breathing against her.

Octavia nodded, leaning in to be met halfway by the DJ's lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, as did Vinyl's. The two deepened the kiss, sometimes leaning more into it than the other. Their tongues explored each others mouth, their saliva mixing as Octavia tangled her fingers in the DJ's hair as her tongue grazed against Vinyl's for a moment, the warmth of it only turning her all the more on. Vinyl, surprisingly strong for how puny she may look, picked up Octavia and turned around, walking out of the bathroom and to her own room, only to have her hair pulled softly and causing her to moan into Octavia's mouth and slam her against the wall. In response, the cellist moaned as well, the impact of the wall making her gasp loudly.

They pulled away, staring deep into each other's eyes and Octavia slid her legs from around the DJ's waist to stand on her own two feet, her legs feeling like Jell-O beneath her. She reached for Vinyl's shirt only to have both her wrists grabbed firmly and slammed above her head and against the wall. She let out a short breath in response, trying to keep her moans to a minimum. "V-Vin-" she was cut off as Vinyl's lips met hers once more, immediately sliding her tongue along the inside of her mouth. She turned her head away, breaking the kiss only to have her ear nibbled on once more and her neck kissed repeatedly, followed by short pauses and cold air being blown against her neck. "V-Vinyl," she said breathlessly.

"Mhm?" Vinyl said against her neck as she slid her left hand from around Octavia's wrist and started trailing her fingertips slowly down the exposed side of her arm, sliding them from her wrist and then to her side, slowly dragging them down the cellist's smooth, deep curves as her fingers messed with the hem of her gym shorts, slipping just her index and middle finger inside of them. She did the same with her other hand, allowing both of Octavia's arms to fall to her sides once the DJ had her other index and pointer finger inside the others pants.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" she asked, her tone unrecognizable.

Vinyl smirked and slid her tongue slowly up Octavia's neck and up her ear, nibbling at the top before returning back to her neck. "What do you think I'm doing?" she rhetorically asked before she began sliding Octavia's gym shorts down slowly, only to expose the black panties underneath them. She looked down and smiled approvingly to herself, sliding her fingers over her clitoris underneath the lace slowly, only to get a soft, almost inaudible moan in response from the cellist. She was already wet just from a few kisses, the dampness on her panties had suggested it. Okay, maybe not a few, but it's the same thing. Vinyl thought as she shrugged, continuing to do this until she was pushed into the opposite wall in the hall and pinned against it by a smirking Octavia.

"I know what you're doing, Ms. Scratch, but perhaps you're trying too hard," she grinned, sliding her hands up the others shirt and onto her back, dragging her nails down with enough force just to tease her and make her roll her body forward and into the cellist's body. She half-smiled, her eyes brightening to a much lighter color as she continued doing this, leaning in to peck Vinyl softly on the lips before going straight for her sensitive ears and nibbling on them, sliding her tongue along and around her lobes, smiling to herself as the DJ idly tilted her head to the side and shut her eyes, her breathing becoming deep and steady as her breasts pressed against Octavia's. She dragged her nails harder down her back, causing her body to roll against hers once more before two firm hands grabbed her hips and pushed her away enough for her to catch a glimpse of two bright scarlet eyes.

The DJ smirked and dragged her to her room and threw her onto the bed, stripping her of her pants almost immediately. Her legs hung over the bed now, dangling as Vinyl bit her lip and smirked deviously. "Octavia," she whispered seductively before looming over her, moving her hair to one side as she stared down at her victim.

Octavia gulped. She knew what was coming. Sex. Lesbian sex and the thoughts in her head wouldn't give up. The excitement building within her, the wetness in between her legs. Oh, how she couldn't wait much longer. Vinyl's hand slid up Octavia's shirt slowly, bringing it up and over her breasts and her fingers started making their way towards her already wet vagina. Vinyl slid her fingers along her lips on the outside of her panties slowly. She squirmed beneath her, moving herself upwards on the bed to stop the teasing Vinyl was doing to her. "Please," she begged, looking up at the DJ with a soft gaze.

That was all it took before Vinyl moved her panties aside and began rubbing her pearl at an agonizingly slow speed. Again, she squirmed, whining and pleading softly as she began moving her hips against Vinyl's fingers. She still kept the pace, not even bothering to pay attention to Octavia's endless pleading and whining. She leaned over and pecked her lips softly, lingering there as Octavia leaned up and slid her hand onto the back of the DJ's neck, pulling her down to her. "Please," she whispered as she pressed her lips hard against Vinyl's hoping to get the teasing to cease.

To her immense surprise, it did, two fingers sliding up her tight womanhood as Vinyl's thumb began rubbing her pearl slowly as she slid her fingers in and out of her wet cunt at a steady pace. In response, she released a soft moan into Vinyl's mouth before she pulled away, covering her face with her hand. Vinyl gradually picked up speed before sitting her up, pulling her shirt over her head with Octavia's aid and unhooked her bra with one hand while still fingering her as she slid her bra off, keeping herself up by resting herself on her forearms and sitting up just enough to see that Vinyl was now sliding down her body, placing gentle kisses on each of her collar bones. She let out a soft moan as the DJ's fingers slid further into her, sliding her tongue along her already hard nipples and biting them just barely before continuing her trail of kisses downwards, ending at the hem of Octavia's panties. She smiled, slowly sliding her now wet fingers out of her and bit down on her underwear, sliding them down her thighs and off of her, Octavia sliding both of her feet out with ease.

Vinyl smirked before sliding up her body, laying fully clothed in between her legs before spreading them further apart and sliding two fingers back inside of her, kissing her aggressively. The cellist returned her kiss, leaning up to deepen it only to get the same amount of force back, each of them attempting to dominate the other as their lips remained locked, Vinyl's fingering increasing each time she lost dominance within the kiss. They broke apart, breathing heavily now as Octavia's moans increased in volume, turning Vinyl on even more than she already was, sliding down the cellist's body effortlessly. She lay on her stomach between her legs, placing her lips gently to her inner thighs, kissing softly and getting ever to close to her clitoris. Octavia looked at her, hoping Vinyl would allow her to release, only for Vinyl to skip over it completely and kissing up her other thigh, repeating this quite a few times while still keeping her steady pace, pausing occasionally.

She withdrew her fingers once Octavia began bucking her hips hard against them, coming closer and closer to her climax. With a puzzled look, she weakly lifted her head, the feeling within her caused her head to slam back down on the bed and arch her back in pure ecstasy. Vinyl's tongue parted her lips, diving deep into Octavia's glistening sex. Forgetting all her formalities and her proper manners, she screamed as her body rippled, her walls tightening around Vinyl's tongue and her legs trapping her head there. "Oh, fuck!" she hollered, biting down hard enough on her lip to draw blood.

Once Octavia's legs had opened again, Vinyl put on a sly grin before she grazed her teeth against her swollen clit, gently biting down on it to get another shiver through the cellists body. She sat up slowly, her forearms wrapped tightly around the woman's thighs as she lifted her up and draped her legs over her shoulders. Octavia, already worn out from her previous orgasm, stared at her questionably, her eyes making contact with those scarlet ones that held less lust than that smirk of hers. Without warning, she slid her tongue along her lips before parting them once more, focusing on her pearl now. She flicked her tongue on her button at incredible speeds not even Octavia could have obtained. Instead, she was muffling out her moans with the back of her hand, biting down and drawing blood as her teeth dug deep into it.

After a few long, scream filled moments, she finally collapsed, dropping her legs from Vinyl's shoulders as her body exploded in another mind-blowing orgasm, squirting her juices all over the others face and neck just before her ass touched the rather damp sheets below her. "T-that w-was absolutely a-amazing," her breath was shaky and low as she stared at Vinyl with a devious smirk. Once she could feel her body's energy return to her, she sat up, grabbing Vinyl's shirt and twisting it in her hand, pulling her into a deep kiss. Their tongues were in a battle within Vinyl's mouth, repeatedly trying to take control as they slid together and against each others, Octavia tasting herself on Vinyl's lips. She tasted of strawberries for some reason, causing her to smirk within the kiss.

Vinyl's wetness began to trickle down her legs from her standing position, her vagina begging to be touched and have her own release. As if Octavia could read her mind, her hand slipped into her briefs, sliding her fingers over her slit before parting her lips and rubbing her clit. Vinyl had leaned further into the kiss, sliding her tongue into Octavia's with enough force to drive Octavia's back into her own mouth. The teasing then began once Octavia stood up and turned Vinyl around, shoving her onto the bed with enough force. Idly, Vinyl turned herself over, staring at the cellist with an innocent look. "Dn't give me that," she muttered with her heavy accent as she slid two fingers deep into the other's throbbing cunt.

Vinyl let out a soft, almost silent moan as she did so, the cellist sliding her fingers out to the second knuckle, moving them upwards in a 'come here' motion, stroking Vinyl's G-spot at an agonizingly slow pace not fit for her liking. She groaned and glared at her, almost begging her with her eyes, pleading as her lower lip quivered to add to the effect. With that, Octavia had repeated what she did to her. Instead, she began placing gentle kisses along her body before ending at her dripping pussy, smirking before she began her work, teasing and pleasing Vinyl to both their limits, Vinyl spewing her juices all over Octavia's face within minutes.

If it's safe to say, this went on for a good four hours, both of them switching between pleasuring one another before the two lay snugly in bed with Vinyl's bare body pressed against Octavia's as the two shared a slow, passionate kiss for a few moments. Vinyl broke away, nuzzling Octavia's neck softly before placing a gentle kiss on it. She began sliding her fingertips down the other's body slowly in the direction of her calming cunt. "Let's go again," Vinyl whispered in her ear seductively, and climbed on top of her, looking deep into her eyes, biting her lower lip as she began finger fucking Octavia once more.

Chapter Two

The two musicians lay quietly on Vinyl's bed, sharing each other's warmth under the quilt. Vinyl stirred, turning over as she wrapped her arm tightly around Octavia's thin waist, pulling her close against her naked body. "Good morning, beautiful," Vinyl whispered with a sleepy tone.

"Mmphat?" Octavia replied, her hair obscuring Vinyl's view of her. The cellist moved her hair aside and sat up, the air vent blowing directly on her as she brought the quilt up to cover her chest. "V-Vinyl? Why is it so..." her voice trailed off as she sat there in sudden realization, gawking at the DJ laying nude next to her. "Oh dear Celestia, forgive me!" she squeaked out as she tumbled out of the bed, her breasts coming in contact with the carpeted floor beneath her. Slowly, she sat up and made eye contact with a groggy DJ who was staring down at her with both a look that consisted of both confusion and utter amusement.

"Is there a problem, Miss Von Clef?" Vinyl asked with a half-smile as she rolled over to lay on her side. She was slowly beginning to get out of bed, holding her hand out to help Octavia up off the floor.

She smacked her hand away and got up on her own, staring at Vinyl with a stern look on her face. "Was I drunk?" she immediately asked, looking deep into Vinyl's eyes.

Rolling her eyes, she looked away. "Why would I get you drunk to do something perverted and absolutely way out of your comfort zone? Plus," she paused, looking back at her with a devious glint in her eyes before backing her up against the wall. "You liked it."

"How absurd!" Octavia called out, pushing the DJ away from her. "You hormone-crazed demon!" she accused her before pushed her back on the bed and pinning her down. "I could slap you silly if I wanted!" Octavia's voice boomed. Even at her angriest, Octavia still sounded like she was utilizing polite conversation at tea.

Vinyl glanced down and saw that Octavia was still nude and straddling her before looking back up at the cellist with a sly sort of grin. "I think you might want to put some clothes on and shower before you do so," Vinyl warned.

With a questioning look, the cellist looked down at herself, her bare body close to Vinyl's. "Celestia damnit, Vinyl Alyxandra Scratch!" she yelled out before jumping back and booking it out of the room with Vinyl's eyes watching her go.

"So worth it," she told herself with a satisfied smile.

=^w^=

"Vinyl! Have you seen my bow?" Octavia yelled throughout the house as she poked her head out of the garage door. She was now wearing the same clothes she wore before the events of last night had happened, although she dreaded thinking about the filth she had just put her body back into. The bass was, as expected, shaking their home again. Octavia pulled the door open and walked towards Vinyl's studio and, to her immense surprise, she peeked in and saw no one in there. "Where in the name of Tartarus is she?" she asked herself as she walked out and to the kitchen.

Laying on the kitchen counter, she saw a note in the DJ's handwriting with Octavia's bow-tie resting above it. She picked it up and read it out loud. "Octy, I went out to get some groceries. I know it's shopping day and I'm just try'na make it up to you. Your Housemate, DJ Pon-3." She stared at the nickname Vinyl had given her for a long while. It was written in neat, professional cursive and not in her normal, sloppy handwriting she'd give to her fans as autographs. "Well, that's nice of her. I shouldn't have blown up like that this morning," she muttered to herself as she plucked her bow-tie from the counter-top and retreated to her room to, yet again, find clothes for a shower.

As she was in there, she took some time to just sit on her bed and think. Not about anything in particular, but just think about the events that happened last night. Maybe it was just a really vivid dream? Her mind suggested. She shook her head vigorously before her gaze drifted to the picture of her and Vinyl at one of the DJ's concerts. How can it have just been a dream if I woke up next to her in my birthday suit? She continued as she rubbed her temples for a moment. Raising herself from her bed, she went over to her closet and picked out a pair of blue jeans. Not too bum-ish and not too formal, but just right to go out and find Vinyl, wherever that obnoxious DJ may be. The pants were followed with a white tank-top, a black bra, and black panties. Octavia walked to the bathroom and opened the door, closing it behind her as she undressed in front of the mirror.

She took a long look at herself. Standing there, she remembered Vinyl placing tender, loving kisses along the base of her neck and her shoulders just last night. She sighed. "I can't say that I didn't like it, because I definitely did," she muttered as she realized that perhaps she had made the DJ feel bad about having sex with her. "She shouldn't feel bad, awful, or anything on a related note," she said aloud as she went to turn the water on. She stepped in, cold water hitting her bare bottom and she squealed, quickly scurrying over to the small area that the water did not touch. Reaching her foot out after a few moments, the water had attained a nice warm feeling and she stepped back into it and stood there, the length of her hair was now almost in the middle of the small of her back.

Putting about a quarter-size of shampoo in her hair, she grabbed the shaving cream and put it down her legs. She then reached out and grabbed her purple razor and began shaving, cutting her leg slightly as the door slammed and Vinyl's voice rang throughout the house. "Tavi, I'm back!" she screamed.

"Damn it, Scratch. Sometimes, I wonder if you can be quiet," Octavia muttered as she shaved in other various places. Legs, bikini area, and armpits, of course. Vinyl, what are you doing? she asked herself after a few moments since the house was far more quiet than she expected it to be when the DJ was home. "Vinyl?" she called out, pulling the curtain out far enough just so she could peek her head out. "Where are you?" she looked down, finding another pair of clothes on the bathroom floor. Oh, please don't tell me...

Just then, she heard a light and airy voice that sounded rather amused. "Well, it's not everyday I stumble into a shower with a beautiful woman, but maybe I shouldn't complain," Vinyl's familiar voice said with a hint of a flirtatious tone.

Octavia turned her head, the DJ's naked body right in front of her. "Vinyl!" she squealed, stepping back into the water.

She closed her mouth as she tried to hide some of her giggles. "Hey, Octy. Are you gonna hog the water or are ya gonna share?" she asked as the cellist stood there, her hair sticking to her face as the hot water poured down on her from the shower head.

"Why are you in here?" she asked, turning around to shield herself from the peering scarlet eyes of the DJ's.

"I didn't have a chance to shower this mornin'. I had gotten a call from my agent and I had a meeting. I didn't get many friendly looks though, so I thought I'd jump in the shower," she told her as her eyes drifted to Octavia's ass. "I didn't expect you to be in here."

Octavia looked over her shoulder, glaring at the DJ. "Do you expect me to just stand here and let you just waltz into my shower?"

"I've already done that," Vinyl told her, motioning to her bare body. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get this shampoo out," she told her and Octavia's eyes idly drifted upwards towards the DJ's hair. It was glistening in the soft light of their shared bathroom and had looked like it was lathered to just an inch of its life.

Stepping aside, Vinyl brushed passed her and tilted her head back, washing her hair clean of the rich lather. Octavia stood there and stared at her in utter confusion before turning her back towards the pale woman and put a dab of conditioner in her hand, combing her fingers through her hair slowly as she started up a quite awkward conversation. "What was your meeting about?" she asked.

"The usual. Record deals, signing, the whole thing," Vinyl told her and coughed. "Fuck, shampoo in my mouth!"

"Don't just stand there!" Octavia told her, pushing her out of the water as she handed her a towel and stood facing her under the water. "Celestia help me," she muttered to herself as she began washing out the conditioner.

Once Vinyl had rid her mouth of the awful tasting shampoo, she stepped forward and adjusted the shower head to point away from the two once Octavia had finished washing the conditioner from her hair. She placed her hands on Octavia's shoulders and gently pressed her up against the shower wall. "Octavia," she breathed, the two locking their eyes on the other's. "I..." her voice caught in her throat. "I don't know how I feel about you. In all honesty, I felt something last night. I don't know what it was, I really don't. It felt like static electricity was coming from each of our naked bodies and spiraling and intertwining around each other to become one."

"V-Vinyl, what are you saying?" Octavia asked nervously. The steam the shower had formed was hard to tell if she was sweating from nervousness of if it was the small droplets of water that still slid slowly down her body.

Turning her head away, she blinked hard. "I don't know. I just know that we've lived together as just roommates for the passed two years. I want something more than just roommates, Octavia." Vinyl looked back at her, Octavia's eyes staring at the bottom of the tub. "I want you. All of you."

Tavi was taken aback as she stood there with her mouth agape. When she looked up again, the two musicians of almost the same height stared directly into the other's soul. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do but stand there and stare at her roommate with utter astonishment as the bathroom fogged up even further. "I don't know what to say, Vinyl..."

Vinyl backed off a little bit, now standing in the slightly cold water pouring down on her. She hung her head, looking down at the space between the two as her hair drape over her eyes. "I'm sorry I even brought it up. Can I finish showering now?"

Octavia sighed, getting out of the shower and picking up a nearby towel and wrapping it around her body. "I'm sorry," she apologized before grabbing her clothes and pulling the bathroom door open, shutting it slowly behind her. She stood there for a moment with her hand wrapped around the knob, listening to Vinyl on the other side. It was silent besides the water colliding with Vinyl's body. "I never said I didn't want to be with you," she whispered before releasing the doorknob and walking away to her bedroom. She closed her door behind her and began getting dressed, putting her hair in a high pony-tail after brushing it thoroughly. She replaced her jeans with a pair of pajama pants from her dresser. As she dressed, she kept casting glances at her door, hoping Vinyl would burst in with her usual, ecstatic self, but it was all to no avail and her hopes were crushed. She sat down on her bed and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before turning onto her side and closing her eyes.

Peeking her head out of the pale gray shower curtain, Vinyl moved away from it, the curtain waving slightly while the AC vent blew on it. She lathered herself up in soap and conditioned her hair, washing herself off in a matter of five minutes. Then, she sat down in the bathtub as the water continued rolling down her body and face. She pushed her hair back with her hands, sighing heavily. "Why did I just tell her that?" she asked herself as she looked up at the ceiling, the water making contact with her neck as she turned the hot water knob up more. "Tavia," she whispered softly before standing up, grabbing the same towel Tavi had handed her. She dried off after she turned the water on and got dressed in a pair of gym shorts the same color of her hair accompanied by a black tank-top. "I think I love you."

=^w^=

Vinyl had retreated to her room after the shower and had turned her stereo up while she sat on her bed with her elbows resting on her knees while she stared questioningly at a picture of her and Octavia when the two musicians first met. Next to her bed, her phone rang for the seventeenth time that night and she blew it off again, just casting a brief glance at it before letting the caller, or her agent, go straight to her voicemail once more. "Hey there! You've reached DJ Pon-3 and Octavia Von Clef! We're unable to answer the phone right now, but if you'd leave a message, that'd be just wubtastic! We'll get back to you whenever we get the chance, thanks for calling!" the shared voicemail of the two musicians rang out when she pressed the button. "Why can't people just leave me alone?" she muttered before falling back onto her bed.

"Vinyl, we seriously need to talk," a husky voice with a heavy accent said through the phone. "I don't know what's up, but we need to talk about your concert tomorrow and you're not even bothering to pick up your damn phone! Please call me back as soon as possible!" her agent said in a rushed tone before the voicemail came to an end.

She looked at the house phone and then sat up, grabbing her cell from the floor. Looking at the various text messages from her agent, she shook her head slowly, looking up from the screen. "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk," she said to herself as she powered down the hand-held device before placing it in the end-table next to her bed. "Why must I deal with this fame? Why must I deal with all these stupid people who just want to ruin my life? Why must I love a beautiful cellist who probably couldn't give two horsefeathers about me now!" Vinyl argued with herself before covering her face with her hands, choking back tears. "Why do I love her?" she asked herself slowly as she looked up again, another picture next to the one of her and Tavi but with just her playing her cello while Vinyl took a picture of her at her most unsuspecting moment.

Vinyl tore her eyes away, the only sounds were the AC hitting the curtain covering her window, causing it to wave softly, along with the soft bass coming from her stereo. The woman sat there while silently staring at the carpeted floor beneath her feet. She shifted slightly as the AC kicked up, the cold air blowing on her and giving her goosebumps along her arms and shoulders. "How did I fall for her?" she whispered almost inaudibly as she sat there, just questioning her reality before something stopped her train of thought completely.

There was a soft knock at her door and she looked at it, the knob turning slightly before stopping. "Vinyl, are you in there?" Octavia's melodic voice said through the wood. "I wish to speak with you, please."

She sat there for a moment, staring blankly at the door before a ton of thoughts came to her head. What did I do now? Did I ruin our friendship? Has she come to kick me out? What if I live on the streets? Vinyl's thoughts clouded as she got up slowly, walking towards the door as time seemed to slow to that of a crawl. She turned the lock and it unlocked the door and she pulled it open to reveal a drowsy Octavia. "Hey, Octy," the DJ managed while her thoughts kept making up possible theories as to why Tavi wanted to talk to her.

"May I come in?" the cellist asked cautiously as she tried to look around the DJ, only to have the door crack just enough for her to see half of the DJ's face.

Vinyl stood there for a moment, looking the woman over. Slowly and cautiously, she pulled the door open and moved away from it, inviting her in and watching her while she seated herself on the bed. "What do you want to talk about?" Vinyl asked slowly while still standing by the door, holding the door firmly in her grip.

There was complete silence for a few minutes. The atmosphere had changed to that of awkward to intense as the two musicians sat in silence. "I want to talk about us," Octavia started, looking over to the DJ who now looked more confused than she had ever seen her before.

"What do you mean 'us', Octy?" the pale DJ asked suspiciously while she took a seat at the edge of her own bed, closing the door before doing so.

Sighing, she stared at her for a few more moments before speaking again, her voice soft and low. "I just want to reassure you that I didn't mean I never want to be with you. I mean, sure, someday, but I don't know how I feel about you just yet. You're a really great friend and I just don't know if I can, we can, just put our friendship at risk," Octavia told Vinyl.

She wants to someday be with me! Vinyl's mind cleared, a smile dancing its way onto her lips. Scooting closer to the cellist after a short moment of silence, Vinyl slid her hand on top of Octavia's. "Honestly, Tavi," Vinyl started, looking up at her, their gaze locking. "I don't know how or when I started to have any kind of feelings for you. Tartarus if I know where they came from, but I do know that I like you, possibly even love."

"How long have we known each other? Eight, maybe nine years or so?" Octavia asked, getting off topic just a tad.

Vinyl thought about it, taken aback by the sudden question. "Yeah, why?"

"Perhaps you have had feelings for me since then. Don't you think so?" Tavi turned to her, a strong curiosity sparking in her eyes.

Nodding slowly, Vinyl agreed. "Your point being? I'm trying to tell you something here and you're not listen-"

"I'm listening, but are you? I'm trying to figure out when these feelings of yours first began," Octavia said, getting up and pacing in front of the baffled DJ.

The pale woman face-palmed, dragging her hand down her face slowly before looking at the tone-darker woman in front of her. Sarcastically, she replied as she rolled her eyes, "So, miss Smarty-Pants, when did they start?"

The cellist glared at her for a moment before returning to her pacing. "Maybe back when we met, don't you think so, too? I mean, what if you did? Wouldn't that be wonderful? What if they just recently started, maybe a little later in our friendship!"

"Tavi," Vinyl attempted to interject but the cellist kept on rambling.

"Perhaps when you kissed me that one summer for a dare, and those things some people refer to as 'fireworks' happened! Or a spark, perhaps that is where it began!"

"Octy," Vinyl tried again, slightly louder this time as she rose from her seat and grabbed the other's shoulders, the babbling still unending.

Octavia put a finger to her chin, looking upwards at an angle as she continued speaking. "What if you just now realized them though? Maybe just a week ago, maybe less! I guess it depends on the-" Octavia's rambling came to an end when Vinyl placed her lips upon Tavi's when she had paused for a moment, pulling her closer by sliding her hand to the back of her neck. Ever-so-slowly, the DJ pulled away, breaking the kiss as both their faces flushed to a dark crimson, Octavia's a smidgen darker than Vinyl's.

"Do you ever shut up?" Vinyl asked casually as she bit her lip gently, staring into Octavia's amethyst-colored eyes.

The cellist stood there speechless for a moment as the two stood a good two-inches away from each other's faces. She touched her lips with her fingers before leaning in closer, kissing Vinyl harder than she had intended to. This time, Octavia took over, leaning in further as her arms snaked around the DJ's waist, pulling her closer against her body to rid of the space between them. Vinyl stood there for a moment before returning the kiss, putting just a little more force than Octavia was giving her before wrapping her arms gently around Tavi's neck, lightly dragging her tongue along her lower lip as if begging to gain access to her mouth.

Opening her mouth just slightly, Vinyl's tongue beginning to explore every part of the warmth within, their saliva mixing all the while. Vinyl's tongue grazed Octavia's, sending shivers down either of their spines before Octavia slowly laid Vinyl down on the DJ's bed, still not bothering to break the kiss. It was just barely a few moments later that she felt one of Vinyl's arms slip from around her neck and feel her hand tracing ever-so-gently down her side, resting in the curve of her hip, followed suit by her other hand. Vinyl slid her hands down further, wrapping around Octavia's waist slowly to grab her ass gently, causing the cellist to startle out a soft moan and her to withdraw from the kiss. Vinyl grinned wickedly, a devious glint in her scarlet eyes made Octavia squirm with impatience and curiousity just slightly. "What are you thinking?" she asked almost inaudibly while she tried to catch her breath.

Vinyl lifted her right hand from the cellist's bottom for a moment before she brought it back down, creating a rather loud smack on contact. That startled a soft, gentle moan from the cellist - the first note of their sweet music. She then rested her head in the crook of the DJ's neck and began breathing softly on it. "Oh, nothing, my sweet perfection," Vinyl purred seductively before slipping her hands unnoticed into the woman's pants and resting her hands on her ass.

Octavia gently placed a small, delicate kiss on Vinyl's neck before trailing them upward, now focusing her attention on her earlobe before sliding her tongue upwards and softly nipping the tip of her ear, causing a gasp to be heard from Vinyl in response. Octavia moved back towards her earlobe, realizing it was a rather sensitive part of Vinyl's body before taking it in her mouth and nibbling on it, grazing her tongue against it delicately as Vinyl's body rolled in response. Sneakily, Tavi trailed her left hand down the DJ's body, shifting her weight onto her right side as she lay with her left leg in between Vinyl's legs as she slid her hand down the other's pants and in her panties.

Vinyl removed her hands from Tavi's pants slowly, sliding her right hand to the small of her back as Octy pulled back some, looking deep into the piercing scarlet eyes of the DJ's. Vinyl's tongue darted out of her mouth, licking her dry lips as she let out a sentence that seemed so small yet so full of every desire she had needed and wanted, but could never fully achieve. "Octavia Von Clef, I want you, all of you tonight. Every part of you, everything that is hidden underneath your clothes. I don't know if you'll give it to me, but I just want you to know that-"

Octavia planted her lips on Vinyl's, using this opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth. She explored it to her full extent before the DJ finally caught on and began doing the same, attempting to overpower Octavia and her current dominance she had over her. Sitting up just slightly, the cellist took action and slid her hand further down and started rubbing her clit slowly before sliding her fingers up and down her slit, teasing the DJ. Vinyl sat up with her, unwilling to break the kiss but started grinding her hips against Octavia's fingers.

The two broke the kiss, Vinyl leaning up some and, sliding her hand around the other's neck, she pulled her down to her and moved her hair aside, biting her neck gently before sucking on it, slowing Octy's hand down and to a complete stop. Vinyl grabbed her wrist and began trailing small kisses up her neck. "Did I tell you to stop, Tavi?" she asked in a seductive tone with a sexy grin, pulling her shirt over her head in one swift motion.

Shaking her head, she slid her hand back down the DJ's pants and slowly slid two fingers up Vinyl's vagina, followed by an audible gasp came from the DJ's mouth. The cellist began moving them in a circular motion as she gradually picked up speed, sliding down her body as she began removing the obstacle between her and Vinyl's awaiting cunt; her pants. As she removed them, she looked up at Vinyl, seeing the undying lust in her eyes made her want to please her until the words she tried to say were nothing but a raspy whisper. Octavia bit down on the hem of Vinyl's panties, sliding them down her legs slowly while still managing to keep perfect eye contact. Vinyl's slipped her feet out and Octavia came back up, taking the underwear out of her mouth and dropping them on the floor. "Is there anything I can do for you in particular?" she asked as she began trailing kisses from her shoulder to her neck while she slid her middle finger down Vinyl's slit.

The DJ shook her head slowly, parting her lips to speak before a soft moan came from her slightly parted lips as Tavi slipped her fingers back in the DJ's cunt. She slid them out and back in at a steady pace she had managed to conjure up in her head while the bass of Vinyl's speakers began to wrap the two in a beat so unique, their hearts began pumping with it. The song in Tavi's head dissolved into nothingness and she began finding her own rhythm, fingering the DJ at her own pace, the moans becoming more frequent throughout the bedroom, echoing off the walls and lacing themselves within the bass. "F-faster," Vinyl's voice crept out of her mouth in a plea as her hips began moving in sync with Octavia's fingers.

Octavia obliged, a smoky smile on her lips as she picked up speed for a few minutes before slowing down. Vinyl flashed her a questioning gaze, beads of sweat glowing on her forehead. The cellist shifted her position a bit, now in between Vinyl's legs. The pale woman's head fell back on the bed as Octavia's teeth grazed her inner thigh, nibbling on it gently and moving upwards, a few moans of pleasure heard here and there. Slowly, Octavia's tongue slid up Vinyl's slit as a tease before she really went to work. Slowly and gently, she began washing her tongue over the DJ's labia as Vinyl's fingers had laced themselves within her long, silky black hair before Octavia plunged her tongue inside of her slit and began lapping enthusiastically. Vinyl pushed her face in deeper, forcing Octavia's tongue deep into her already-soaked pussy. Vinyl's mouth parted, releasing a rather hot moan that made the cellist's own cunt begin to wet through her panties.

Feeling the cellist's tongue withdraw from her pussy, Vinyl looked down at the wrong time, only to have her head drop back down onto the bed as Octavia began to suck firmly on her clit, flicking her tongue against it all at the same time. In less than a minute or two, Vinyl's hard moans echoed off the walls once more as her back arched just slightly. "Aaahhhnn~! Fuck, Tavi!" Vinyl grabbed handfuls of her sheets and quilt as she felt her voice growl out in pleasure.

From in between her trembling legs, a very entertained voice spoke demurely as the cellist looked up at her for a moment. "Mmm, perhaps I should do that again?" she half-asked. Tavi sounded oddly pleased with herself, maybe even a bit self-satisfied.

Vinyl made eye-contact with her, those amethyst-colored eyes must have been a shade darker than they were before. A sexy sort of grin made a way onto Vinyl's lips before she pushed her head back down with her hand. "Get that tongue right back in there," she ordered in a rather stern voice.

Quickly obeying Vinyl's command, Octavia began dragging her tongue over Vinyl's sensitive little clit slowly,  gradually picking up speed, occasionally stopping to briefly suck on her clit hood before continuing flicking her tongue against it. Octavia had rendered Vinyl's ability to speak at all, her voice being lost in flurries of hard moans. Oh, ffffuccckkk... Vinyl thought as her tongue lolled ever-so-slightly out of her mouth as she gave off slow, panting breaths.

Octavia took this time to slowly start gliding her fingers in and out of Vinyl's slit, pushing them in deep before pulling them back out, keeping a steady pace as she did so, never allowing herself to slow. She could feel the pressure building inside of the DJ, her hard moans becoming screams of pleasure. Vinyl's hand made its way to the back of Octavia's head once more, pushing her face deeper into her cunt as she began grinding her pussy against the woman's talented tongue and fingers. Smiling to herself, Tavi looked straight up into Vinyl's. Curling her fingers against Vinyl's G-spot constantly. "Going to?" she asked quietly before wrapping her lips around Vinyl's clit hood again and suck gently on it while still moving her fingers expertly around inside of her.

Vinyl hadn't paid any mind for she looked down, watching in awe as Octavia exuberantly lapping up her juices. Biting her lip to prevent her from screaming, she continued watching, soft moans occasionally escaping her mouth every time she tilted her head back, but returning to staring at the beautiful woman between her legs. "S-soon," Vinyl whispered, her voice cracking some from the dryness of her throat. Slowly, Octavia picked up speed as her lips curled into a smirk, her bright shining amethyst eyes looking straight up into Vinyl's.

Lusts began replacing her previous thoughts as the two gazed at each other. That smoky, sexy look was an incredible sight to behold. The once dominant, prim, and proper Octavia Von Clef had gone beyond just being a tease all this time to the DJ and turned into a sexy little submissive, looking straight up at her while she licked and sucked on her clit, all the while fingering her simultaneously. Sweet Celestia have mercy! Vinyl thought before Octavia once more denied her of her much-needed release. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Octy asked in a breathy sort of voice. Vinyl's eyes traveled from Octavia's eyes and to her lips, her tongue darting out to flick against her sensitive clit before retreating back inside her mouth as she softly nibbled just above Vinyl's clit.

"Mmm," Vinyl managed, staring deep into Tavi's eyes while she nodded her head slowly. Just as the sound left Vinyl's throat, the cellist wrapped her smooth lips back around Vinyl's clit and hummed a perfect middle C. Vinyl came on the spot, snapping her legs shut and almost constricting the cellist with her thighs as she screamed out a wordless, animalistic cry of pleasure that rang throughout their shared home. Her thoughts poofed out of existence as the intense orgasm ran throughout her veins. Slowly, her body melted back into the bed, her back soaked with sweat, her breathing heavy and deep as she released Octavia's head from in between her shaking legs. "Sweet Celestia," she wheezed out, half-closing her eyes.

Octavia gave off a small, adorable giggle before she came back up and planted a gentle, sticky kiss on Vinyl's lips - the cellists chin to the tip of her noise covered in Vinyl's juices, which hadn't tasted bad at all. Their lips met then their heads twisted to press the kiss even deeper with one another, gently lashing tongues together. Vinyl's hand had managed to slide into Tavi's pants without being noticed and she started rubbing her clit, gaining a gasp as Octavia pulled away. "V-Vinyl, I-"

"My turn to please you, Tavia," Vinyl murmured before leaning in again, pressing her lips hard against the cellists as Tavi slid her pants and panties off effortlessly, making it easier for Vinyl. Just then, Vinyl's lips twisted into a soft smile as she pulled away. "When is your show?" she asked as she dragged her fingers up and down Octavia's slit.

Pondering the idea, she cleared her throat and wet her lips. "Tonight..." her voice trailed off as a flash of deviousness came and went through Vinyl's eyes. "Wh-what are you thinking?" she asked timidly.

"We're gonna play a little at your show tonight," Vinyl declared, smirking. "Get dressed, we're gonna put on a real show that'll get you known all through-out Equestria."

A shady grin made its home on Vinyl's face, causing both a mixture of fear and curiosity to course its way down Octavia's spine. "But-"

Vinyl kissed Tavi gently, silencing her before any other words came out of her mouth. "Just get ready," she told her while grabbing a pair of boxers from her drawers and her gym shorts off the floor. "I'll be waiting, beautiful," she murmured while kissing Octy ever-so-gently on her cheek before escorting herself out of her room.

What the actual fuck? Octavia thought while eye-balling the clock by Vinyl's bed. "Shit, I only have an hour!" she yelled in a panicked tone as she jumped up and darted to her room, finding clothes that would be considered acceptable for her recital. Half-way through her hunt, a strange wetness began making its way down her thighs. "Not to mention the fact I'm terribly wet..." her voice trailed off and she looked at her bed, shaking her head furiously. "I must get ready, no time to play," she told herself sternly. Her eyes drifted to her bed once more before she walked over to her door and closed it, retreating back to her bed and laying down with her legs spread apart. "Maybe just a...ooh..." she whispered as she slipped a finger inside her dripping cunt and sliding it back out, now slowly rubbing her clit as if to tease herself.

"Are you almost ready?" Vinyl's voice called out.

"J-just a moment!" Octavia replied, rubbing her clit furiously while biting her lip to contain her moans. Sliding her finger down her slit again, she slipped two fingers inside of her slit, pressing hard against her G-spot, a few moans escaping here and there. Slowly, she felt her pleasure building inside of her, her back arching just slightly as she lay there. Her door creaked open and she looked at it, making eye contact with Vinyl who had a sexy and amused smile plastered on her lips.

She approached her bed slowly, leaning over and pulling Octavia's hand away from her cunt that needed to be touched so very badly. "What did I tell you, Tavi?" Vinyl asked as she began kissing her neck gently before biting it, a moan escaping the cellists lips.

"P-please..." Tavi started, her voice catching in her throat.

"Please what?" Vinyl breathed. Her breath was hot on Tavia's neck, causing the woman to squirm slightly.

Pushing Vinyl away slightly, she looked up at her, her eyes holding pure desire that turned Vinyl on a lot. "Please. Can you just bring me to climax once before my recital?"

Smiling slowly, she lay down next to the cellist. "That's all you had to say," she muttered before sliding her finger down her slit slowly as she kissed the woman softly, plunging two fingers deep within her cunt and moving them around in a circular motion before pressing them against her G-spot.

Octavia pulled back, wrapping her lips around Vinyl's neck and sucking hard as the DJ fingered her quickly. The pleasure inside of her was already built up and she was mere seconds from her climax that she bit Vinyl's neck slightly harder than expected, causing her to moan gently. "My bad," Octavia smiled to herself before wrapping her lips around another part of her neck, this time close to the base, and sucking hard before Vinyl's thumb began rubbing her clit simultaneously as she fingered her, causing the cellist to drop her head down to the pillows, a flurry of hard moans erupting from her.

"My bad," Vinyl repeated Tavi's words with a sly grin before picking up speed, sliding her fingers in and out as long as keeping a steady pace while rubbing her clit. Turning the cellists head towards her, she roughly kissed Octavia as she drove her fingers as deep as they could go, focusing on her G-spot and stroking it as fast as she could.

Tavi's hips bucked upwards then as she released a scream mixed with a few moans as her body slowly came back down on her bed, her juices flowing down Vinyl's hand. "I'm sorry..." she apologized within a wheeze.

Vinyl simply kissed her as gently as she could before getting up and walking towards her bedroom door. Looking up at the clock in the hallway, she looked over her shoulder to the cello-player who was laying down on her bed, catching her breath. "We have forty-five minutes now. I'll be in the living room waiting for you," the DJ told her. As she walked down the hall, she turned around and peeked her head in. "This doesn't mean you're getting out of our fun on stage, Octy," she told her with a wink before walking back down the hallway.

"Celestia damnit," Octavia muttered as she got up off her bed and went to her closet, picking out a pale gray dress shirt and pants, accompanied by a white undershirt and her bow-tie before she walked out of her room and into the bathroom right across the hall, starting the water after she closed the door. "Not like it would've gotten me out of it when I'm with you, Scratch," she said as she undressed and stepped in the shower, quickly washing her hair and body and getting out and blow-drying her hair.

"I hope Tavi knows what I mean by play," Vinyl smirked as she placed a small vibrator in her pocket and waited for Tavi. She heard the door open from down the hall and she got up, seeing the cellist had put her bow-tie back on and had somehow quickly blow-dried her hair. "Let's go. We're down to twenty-eight minutes," she told her as she looked at her watch and walked out of the door, grabbing her keys, Octavia grabbing her cello and following behind Vinyl before quickly kissing her. "What was that for?"

"Just as good luck," Tavi giggled and rushed towards the car, opening the door once Vinyl had unlocked it and put her cello in the backseat before getting in the on the passenger side.

"Good luck, huh?" Vinyl thought as she locked the door and rushed towards the car, getting in on the driver's side and closing her door as she put the keys in the ignition. Gunning the engine to life, she looked to Tavi and smiled innocently. "Ya ready?" Octavia nodded in response and the car roared down the street in a hurry. I wish I got good luck before a show, too... Vinyl thought as she glanced over at Tavi. I know I love her, but I also know when this all started.

Chapter Three

Vinyl stared at the cellist through the corner of her eye as Octavia looked out the window with her chin cupped in her hand. "Hey Octy," she started.

"Yes, Vinyl?" she replied but keeping her gaze focused on the moving objects outside of the vehicle.

Clearing her throat, she looked forward, focusing her eyes on the road. "I think I know when all of my feelings for you started," she whispered quietly.

"Oh?" Octavia's voice was clear as she looked over to the DJ, a strange feeling sparking inside of her very being. "Care to elaborate?"

"Elaborwhat?" Vinyl asked, glancing over at the woman with a confused look as she pushed her eyebrows together. "Tavi, you seriously have to stop using such big words around me."

"Evaluate, dear. It means to explain something further," Octavia told her with a small giggle.

Nodding her head slowly, she licked her lips. "Why didn't you just say that?" Pausing, she shook her head vigorously before focusing her eyes on the road, looking at the street signs as she spoke. "You know how you mentioned when we first met?"

"Well, of course I remember that, it happened barely an hour and a half ago. Why?" Octavia asked in a curious tone.

Vinyl placed her hands close together on the steering wheel, tightening her grip just slightly before she started twiddling her thumbs. She could feel those amethyst eyes burning deep into her core as she sat there for several long, quiet moments. Finally, she slid one hand off the wheel and grabbed Tavi's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Octavia, I sometimes feel like...maybe something else can be within our friendship."

Glancing from her hand and to Vinyl's face three times, she finally spoke. "What do you mean, Vinyl?"

"Sometimes, I feel like you're mine. You're not just Octy to me, you're my Octy that no one else can have. You're what I want, okay. It's definitely not because we had sex, no. It's because I love you. I always have from day one that I knew, one day you'd know how I feel about you..." Vinyl's voice trailed off some as she turned into the designated area of which the cellist would perform, arriving slightly earlier than anticipated. Parking the car, Vinyl got out first and quickly rushed over to Tavi's side, opening her door for her. "I just don't know if you're ready to actually be with someone like me," she murmured gently before she closed the door and retrieved Octavia's cello, carrying it for her and locking the car.

"Vinyl, may I speak please?" the cellist asked timidly.

"Sure, I guess."

"Why haven't you ever told me you felt this way, my dear Vinyl?"

Vinyl responded with a shake of her head and a one-shoulder shrug as she pulled open the door, allowing Octavia to walk in first. "I'm embarrassed, Octy," she muttered as she walked in behind her, allowing the door to close on its own.

Turning around to face the DJ, Octavia wrapped her arms around her neck and smiled, leaning in and pecking her lips a few times. She could feel blood rushing to her cheeks, forcing them to become a dark crimson color as she pulled back some, looking at the now blood-red cheeks of her housemate's. "There is no need to feel embarrassed about anything around me, Vinyl. Nothing you do will ever make me think less of you. You're my Vinyl. Not my DJ Pon-3, no. Just my Vinyl." Tilting her head back some, she kissed Vinyl's forehead and gave a small smile.

"Thank you, Octy. With that aside," Vinyl said, looking down at the small space between them, "you have a recital."

Nodding, Tavi and Vinyl rushed through the crowd, attempting to stay low before they got to the stage and went backstage, hopefully going unnoticed by the crowd. "Vinyl?" the cellist called out as she realized the two had been separated.

"Octavia, you're on in five," the stage manager told the cellist.

"Thank you," she replied as she looked around, seeing her cello propped up against the wall in its black case. "Vinyl, where are you?" she asked herself aloud as she looked around, hoping for the DJ to pop out of nowhere. Never mind, she's bound to be in the audience though. Octavia thought as she got her cello out of its case and hurried onto the stage, sitting down in a chair in the center. Slowly, she readied herself, holding the cello properly as she tuned it quickly.

"Tonight, we have a very special guest. Everyone please welcome Octavia Von Clef and her partner, DJ Pon-3!" the announcer said as a few basslines streamed throughout the area.

"Vinyl!" Octavia growled through clenched teeth. Ignoring the introduction, she started gliding her bow against her cello strings, only to hear it backed up with a heavy bassline. Vinyl approached her, a few other instruments being heard in the music.

"Just play, okay? You have a whole orchestra behind you, thanks to me," Vinyl whispered to her. Octavia nodded, gliding her bow across the strings once more, a few more instruments now recognizable and in sync with the symphony she was playing. Thank you, Vinyl, she thought to herself as she continued on with her melody.

=^w^=

Octavia bowed slowly, picking up a rose that was thrown on the stage by one of her many fans. "Thank you for attending," she said aloud into a now visible microphone that rose from the stage. "I would also like to thank my dearest friend Vinyl Scratch, also known as DJ Pon-3, for helping me be here tonight. If it wasn't for her and her friendship, I would have never gotten where I am tonight. I would have missed this due to my lack of trying to keep track of time when we were eating out," Octavia may have put a little too much emphasis on the words 'eating out' as she paused, winking at Vinyl, who's face had flushed in response and a small blush rose to her cheeks. "Aside from that, she's a really great friend to have, but I think I have one problem."

Slowly, Vinyl walked up to her, her smile fading to a small frown. "What'd I do this time?" she asked nervously.

"It's not what you did, but what you have yet to do," Octavia whispered, using her hand to cover the mic.

Tilting her head to the side, her mouth hung slightly. "Huh?" she asked, confused at what she meant.

A few moments later, a slow song started playing and Octavia once again wrapped her arms around Vinyl's neck. "Vinyl Alyxandra Scratch, would you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?" she asked pleasantly as her voice was heard throughout the speakers.

Vinyl's mouth hung agape as she stood there, staring at the cellist in front of her before she skillfully wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her closer against her. "Of course, Octy," she murmured softly.

Someone from the crowd called out, "Awww!" causing the two to briefly look up, a small blush rising to their cheeks before they gazed into each other's eyes once more, swaying on the stage. Slowly, someone emerged from the crowd and made her way through it, being sure not to allow the two musicians to leave her line of sight.

"Octavia Von Clef," a black haired woman almost the same height as Octy said sternly, catching Vinyl's attention. Glancing down, her lips immediately turned to that of a frown.

Vinyl pulled away slightly, causing Octavia to look up. Tilting her head, Octy's eyes followed, resting on her un-amused mother. "Mother," she murmured, looking at her with a blank expression.

"May I speak with you, please?" Lady Von Clef muttered, motioning her hand towards the backstage door.

With a small nod, Octavia began advancing towards the door after removing her arms from around her new girlfriend's neck, only to have Vinyl grab her hand firmly. "Are we in trouble?" she asked timidly.

"No. I'll meet you back here in a moment, okay?" Tavi reassured her as she pulled her hand away slowly, descending the stairs and walking through the backstage door.

"You always say that when your mother sees you, and you end up running away in tears, Tavia," Vinyl murmured before walking down the stage stairs and sitting on the bottom step.

The next person to perform ascended the stairs, pausing briefly. "Scratch?" a familiar voice said.

"Huh?" she managed, tearing her ruby eyes away from the door to look up into a pair of golden eyes. "Oh, hey, Lyra."

She smiled softly, casting a glance at the door. "So, you're with Octavia, huh?" she asked curiously, knowing her time to be play was wearing thin.

Vinyl nodded her head in response, looking back at the metal door. "Yeah.."

"If you ever wanna have a good time, you can always join Bon Bon and I," Lyra told her with a sly grin, followed by a wink before continuing her way up the stairs and seating herself on the stool that was brought up on stage by one of the security guards.

Vinyl took note of that, and waved her hand to her friend. She glanced back at the door, almost as if it seemed to have been forever since she has seen Tavi, when it's barely been five minutes. Please hurry, Octy...Vinyl thought helplessly before dropping her head into her hands.

=^w^=

"Answer a question for me, Octavia," Lady Von Clef spoke, her back to the cellist.

"Yes, mother," Octavia replied, her gaze focused on the floor below her.

There was a brief pause, followed by a heavy, yet agitated sigh. "Do you know why I was invited here tonight?" she continued, her back still towards her own daughter.

"Yes, mother..." the cellist's voice drifted off, looking upward for a moment with a blank expression.

Turning around immediately and taking a defiant step forward, her mother's voice echoed off the walls as she spoke. "Then do you mind telling me the answer to why I just saw you ask out another woman, when I arranged for you to marry a rich and sophisticated man?"

"So, you heard that..." she replied bluntly.

Shaking her head, she kept her tone crisp. "I hear and see everything, Octavia." She paused again, turning her back towards her daughter as her hair covered her eyes. "So, tell me, why do you disobey your mother?"

Octavia looked at the back of her head with a blank expression as she held her tongue, a look of nothingness plastered upon her face.

"Well?" she stopped. Turning around to face Octavia, she stepped closer, just a few inches from her daughter's face. "Why do you stain your mother's reputation by asking that type of person to be your girlfriend, let alone the fact I thought you were straight this entire time!" her voice boomed.

Octavia remained silent, taking her mother's verbal abuse, like every other time when she lived with her. She looked behind her for a moment, staring at the door as if she could feel the DJ's presence among her. She sighed, looking back at the ranting figure in front of her and shook her head for a few seconds.

Lady Von Clef pushed all her proper teachings behind, glaring intensely at Octavia now. "Why don't you want to be happy?" she seethed.

Octavia made eye contact now, staring directly into those piercing blue, unforgiving eyes belonging to her mother. "What...did. You. Just. Say?" she snapped. This time, she stepped forward, her voice carrying all signs of agitation and frustration. "I'll tell you who doesn't want me-"

"You'd best watch your tongue youn-"

Octavia cut the woman off again, her anger at its boiling point. "The one that doesn't want me to be happy is the one that thinks trying to control every little thing in her daughter's life will improve her own reputation!" the cellist barked.

Her mother gasped, staring at her in disbelief. "O-Octavia, you have emotions?" she stated, a small stutter coming out as well.

"You're damn right I do! It took you this long to realize that?" she rhetorically asked as she clenched her fists in a way to restrain herself from smacking her mother upside the head. "This is exactly the reason as to why I moved out to become independent! It's not worth living in a manor if the cost is having to bend to every whim of your self-obsessed mother!"

Vinyl stood up, hearing a rather excessive amount of yelling coming from behind the backstage door. Slowly, she approached it, cracking it ever so gently. She stood there, eavesdropping on the two.

"...And then you have the nerve to say that I can't be happy with a woman like her?!" her raging continued, the tension in the room far over what was anticipated. "Well, let me tell you something," she paused, catching her breath before staring directly into her eyes. "That woman makes me happier than you or your string-pulling ever will! Do you hear me? She makes me happy!"

Standing there, she was shocked. Her tongue darted out from her mouth, licking her chapped lips slowly before she cleared her throat. "Octavia, it sounds an awful lot like you...like you..." the rest of Lady Von Clef's voice caught in her throat as she stood there motionless with her hand covering her mouth, almost certain of the answer her only daughter was about to give her.

"Yes, perhaps I do," she muttered, looking down for a brief second before locking eyes again. "I fucking love her," Octavia stated clearly before the room went silent, all but the soft sound of the two breathing.

Lady Von Clef stood there a moment, contemplating on what she should say. "You can make a choice here, Octavia," her mother began. "You can leave here and make kissy-wissy faces with your...girlfriend...and throw away your chances at wealth," she paused, looking her dead in the eye as if challenging her. "Or, you can apologize about what you just said to me, and I'll introduce you to the filthy-rich man of your choosing. Thus securing the Von Clef lineage's power and social standing. All you need to say is 'sorry'."

Octavia panted hard, tears welling in her eyes before her chapped lips broke apart and a single sentence came out, bold and clear. "Go fuck yourself." She then turned on her heel, leaving her mother there shaking and speechless as she pulled the door open.

Vinyl scurried for the stairs, only ending up leaning against the wall with a make-shift Monster in her hand, apposed to her regular Red Bull. "H-hey there, Tavia! Back so soon?" she asked sheepishly.

"Let's go, Vinyl," Octavia murmured as she approached her before she turned right.

"Wha-? You haven't even had a bite to eat yet," Vinyl noticed, catching her attention.

She stopped, standing there as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. "Vinyl...please?" she simply asked, not bothering to turn around.

The DJ sighed, glancing at the door before catching up with her. "Sure, I'll drive us home," she told her, putting the Monster down on a speaker, the bass still going strong. As the two walked towards the front door, she kept casting long, worried looks over at Tavi. Damnit, Scratch. Say something! Anything! she told herself before looking forward again. "Hey, Tavi?" she started.

"Yes?" Octavia replied, looking over at her.

The DJ stopped for a moment, noticing the tears travelling down her face. "I heard you while you were arguing with your mother," she stated quietly as the walked through the double doors.

Tavi was silent for a moment, looking forward again. "...I see," she said before looking over to Vinyl again, another tear running down her face. "And what did you think of what you heard?"

The DJ faced her beloved and wiped her tears away with her thumbs, caressing her cheeks for a moment. Vinyl the proceeded to pull out her iPod, plugging in her earphones as the two stood outside, a soft drizzle starting. "Y'know, we never got to finish that slow-dance," she told her, blood rising to her cheeks as she handed one earphone to the cellist. "Would you mind finishing it out here?" she offered with a small smile.

"V-V-Vinyl...that would be lovely," she told her, popping the earphone in her ear.

With her smile widening, she turned on Boch's Cello Suite No.1 she had recently downloaded onto the device before placing both her hands on Octavia's hips.

Tears began welling up in the woman's eyes again, staring deep into those beautiful ruby eyes belonging to the DJ she is now able to call her girlfriend. "This is my favorite song," she whispered before wrapping her arms carefully around the DJ's neck.

"I know," she replied as they began swaying, the rain becoming slightly heavier now. The two were silent for a long period of time before Tavi wrapped her arms tighter around her neck, laying her head on Vinyl's shoulder while she wrapped her arms around her waist. "You make me happy, too, Octy," she whispered before the water works started up again.

=^w^=

As the two arrived home, Vinyl managed to take the keys out of the ignition and ran around to Octavia's side and opened the door for her. "My lady," she said with a broad grin before the woman giggled and stepped out of the vehicle. "I didn't know you had that much fancy footwork," she noted as the two approached the door.

With a smile, she replied, "Oh hush, I had to dance extra well to compensate for your sloppy execution."

As Vinyl pushed the door open, she gave a coy smile. "That's somethin' someone would say if they've been upstaged on the dance floor."

Octavia walked passed her, placing her cello against the wall before facing the DJ again. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Vinyl giggled cheerfully. "Hehe, I know!"

Octavia gasped, looking behind her. "I didn't have time to make anything for dinner," she whispered.

"Ah, don't worry about it. I picked up some microwave dinners and you some salad and stuff," Vinyl told her, walking into the kitchen and tossing her a pre-made salad.

"You're too kind," Octavia muttered.

"Oh, stop it Octy, you're flattering me," the DJ replied with a smirk before pulling open the freezer and taking out the waffles.

Octavia looked questioningly at her and then to the frozen breakfast in her hand. "What happened to dinner?"

"This is my dinner," she stated, opening the package and popping two blueberry waffles into the toaster before she closed the freezer.

"Ah, breakfast for dinner. I should have known," the cellist rolled her eyes as she retrieved the Italian dressing from the fridge and drizzled it over her salad.

"Hmph, says the one who didn't make anything in advance," Vinyl countered, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.

Octavia huffed and placed the dressing back on the door, closing it before grabbing a fork in the silverware drawer and retreating to the table with her dinner in hand. "Silence yourself."

Shrugging, Vinyl waited for her waffles to finish. She walked over to the cellist, placing small, tender kisses along the base of the cellist's neck after moving her hair to one side. "I don't want to."

A soft moan escaped Octavia's lips as Vinyl began nibbling on her neck, each nibble just a bit higher than the other before she finally dragged her tongue up her ear, nibbling on the tip now. "V-Vinyl, do you mind?" she murmured.

"Not at all," Vinyl answered immediately.

"I'd like to eat my dinner, please, Vinyl," she whispered as Vinyl's hand made its way around her body to grope her breast, causing her to drop her fork into the plastic container.

"It can wait," she replied, closing the lid with her other hand before placing it on Tavi's inner thigh.

Turning her head to face Vinyl, their lips locked in a deep kiss, leaving Vinyl with the awful taste of Italian dressing in her mouth. She pulled away, her tongue out of her mouth. "How'd that taste, dear?" Octavia said with a giggle before opening the container again.

"Nasty!" Vinyl declared, running over to the pantry to grab the maple syrup, pouring some carelessly into her mouth. "Ahh," she said with a satisfied smile, just as her waffles popped up. "Much tastier." Vinyl pulled the waffles out swiftly and placed them on a plate, covering them in syrup before walking over to the table and sitting in front of Tavi.

"Well, I wasn't the one who wanted to get frisky when we both know you hate Italian dressing with a bloody passion," Octavia smirked, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork and bringing it to her mouth.

"Do ya ever wonder what maple syrup and salad dressing would taste like, Octy?" Vinyl inquired, looking up from a mouthful of waffles. "I mean, it could taste like heaven or like you wanna puke all over your roommate's carpet."

Octavia looked up at her girlfriend with a face of pure confusion and disgust. "Why on Earth would you ever wonder what that would taste like, Vinyl? It would most likely taste putrid and awful, kind of like when you tried to make me try that energy drink of yours."

"You mean Red Bull? Ooooh, Red Bull is tasty. Do you think Red Bull and waffles go well together?" Vinyl asked while still stuffing her face.

"Wha-no, of course not! That is just...odd," Octavia replied.

Vinyl suppressed a laugh before finishing. "I was just sayin', Octy."

"Mhm, I see," she muttered with little to no amusement while she finished her own dinner. "Now, are you going to brush your teeth before you kiss me again? I do not feel like cleaning up puke tonight."

The DJ grunted then stuck her tongue out at the cellist before getting up and taking her plate and her partner's, throwing them in the trash. "You should too, miss picky pants."

"Excuse you, ma'am?" she replied with a gasp.

With a smile, the DJ retreated to the bathroom. "I'll be brushing my teeth, much like someone else should do!" she called to Octavia.

"Hmph, that DJ is the oddest person I know, by far," Octavia said to herself before getting up and following shortly after her.

=^w-- Only to have a bucket of water dumped on her head by an awaiting DJ hiding behind the wall. "Haha!" the DJ doubled over in laughter as she stared at a soaking wet Octavia, with the look of displeasure noticeable in all her features.

"VINYL!" Octavia yelled, looking directly at her. "Why would you do this? You've soaked me right through my clothes!"

"That sounds a bit sexual, don'tcha think, Tavi?" Vinyl said with a devilish smile as she held the rest of her giggles in.

Her glare intensified as her pupils constricted. "Now I have to shower because of you!"

"Ooh, shower sex?" the DJ suggested with a excited grin.

"No, Vinyl, I'm going to shower alone this time," she muttered, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her, being sure to lock it this time.

"But Octy, I need a shower too! I'm a dirty girl!" Vinyl pleaded, leaning against the door.

"Nope, I need to shower alone!" Octavia retorted, trying not to laugh at the 'dirty girl' comment. "Be out soon, Vinyl!" she told her as she stripped out of her clothing.

"Tavia!" the DJ's pleas were still heard as the shower started.

"Go away, Vinyl."

"But...fine. I'll get you when you come out!" Vinyl warned her before stomping away.

"Sure you will," Octavia laughed slightly before stepping into the warm shower, washing away all of the days events.

=^w^=

Octavia turned the hot and cold knobs, putting an end to her much needed shower session. She pushed the curtain aside and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. She wiped down the mirror with her hand, staring at herself for a few moments before brushing her teeth quickly, and then opening the bathroom door and walking down the hall to her room. Closing the door behind her, she sat down on her bed, her long hair almost to her butt. Just then, there was a sneeze from her closet. "Who's there?" she asked, her eyes and head instinctively turning towards the noise as her arms tightened the towel around herself instinctively.

Vinyl pushed the door open, walking out with a bra wrapped around her head. "I didn't know you hung your bras in your closet, Octy," she muttered, removing the piece of clothing from around her head.

"Vinyl!" she squeaked, her arms covering her chest immediately. "What were you doing in there?" she asked in a panicked tone, being sure to keep her legs closed to obscure Vinyl's view of her genitals.

The DJ smiled, walking towards the woman with a smirk before looking over her. "Didn't I tell you I'd get you when you got out?" she reminded her before forcing her to lean back, and eventually lay down with nothing but her towel protecting her from Vinyl's peering eyes.

Slowly, Vinyl took Octavia's hands in hers, entwining their fingers together before pinning them above her head. "Vinyl, what are you doing?" Tavia asked, pushing her eyebrows together. Her tongue darted out, wetting her surprisingly dry lips. Why am I so nervous all-of-a-sudden? she thought, staring deep into the ruby eyes above her.

Vinyl gave her a smug smile before straddling her and bending down, biting her neck gently as she kept her hands pinned firmly above her girlfriend's head. "What's it look like, Tavi?" she breathed, the warmth of her breath gave Octavia goosebumps all along her arms.

"I-I don't know, Vinyl," she replied, turning her head the other way to allow Vinyl more room.

The indigo-and-blue hair belonging to the DJ had been moved over one shoulder as she sat up, locking gazes with the cellist beneath her. "I guess, my Tavi, you're just gonna have to find out, huh?" she smirked and dipped down, kissing her deeply.

It took a moment for Octavia to register what she had meant by that statement after their lips had connected. She sat up slightly, kissing her far harder than she had anticipated, acquiring a pause from Vinyl, only to have her return it with more force than she was giving her. Octavia began pulling away, taking Vinyl's lower lip in her mouth and biting it gently as her eyes fluttered open. "Fine by me, Ms. Scratch," she murmured with a sly grin as Vinyl's eyes were just barely half-open.

"Then this will be a ton easier for the both of us," she smiled in return, diving in for another kiss. The two turned their heads some, further deepening it as their tongues graze the other's, the warmth of Octavia's tongue causing Vinyl to squeeze her hands gently. Octavia lifted her leg up, her knee coming in contact with Vinyl's covered pussy. As if on instinct, Vinyl tightened her grip and slid her hands around the cellist's thin wrists, making Octavia flinch some.

Octavia attempted to push her arms up, only to have them forced back down onto the bed. For someone who doesn't exercise one bit, you're pretty strong, Tavi thought, not breaking the kiss. Suddenly, she remembered she only had a towel wrapped around her body as small strands of her draped over her shoulders, a few water droplets rolling off her body and onto her bed.

One of Vinyl's hands removed itself from around the fragile woman's wrist, making its way down her body. Slowly, Vinyl's hand shaped itself to every curve of Octavia's body as she made her way down, removing the towel almost effortlessly from around her body and pulling it out from underneath her. Vinyl withdrew from the kiss slowly, placing tender kisses along Octavia's jawline while her hand rested on her thigh. Her kisses trailed from her jaw and to just below her ear, and finally down her neck, gently kissing her collar bone.

Octavia wiggled slightly as Vinyl's hand moved from her outer thigh to her inner, her breath seemingly hotter than before. Each of her tender kisses made her wetter with every second. She slid her hand onto the back of Vinyl's head, pulling her back up to her by grabbing a handful of her hair and kissing her hard for a few moments before pulling her head away from her own and leaning up to nibble gently on the DJ's earlobes as her fingertips grazed her cunt teasingly.

Vinyl pushed her slit up with her fingers, sliding a single finger up and down her wet pussy slowly, not allowing Octavia what she really needed in that moment. Vinyl gasped softly as Octavia's teeth grazed against her ear, making her come to an abrupt stop in what she was previously doing. "What did I do?" Octavia whispered both seductively and innocently, all at the same time.

She did not just do that, Vinyl thought with a gentle grunt in response, followed by a small squirm as she felt a heat rising from in between her thighs. Not cool, and I'm not even naked...yet, as she thought that, she took a glance down at her attire, realizing she was fully clothed. She slipped her hand from around Octavia's wrist and sat up slowly, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. "You gotta get the rest off," she simply told her before being turned over in a heartbeat and pinned down. "That was the fastest I've ever seen ya move, Octy," the pale woman murmured in astonishment.

"I try," she replied simply before undoing the DJ's pants with one hand and sliding her other under her bra, pinching her nipple in between her fingers before proceeding to take off her bra. Vinyl released a small, almost unaudible moan before leaning up and pressing her lips tenderly against Tavi's.

Just before Tavia had started to do anything, Vinyl pulled away and pecked her lips once more. "Hold on, I have something I wanna try," she told her before getting up, leaving Octavia on the bed, soaking wet and baffled.

"What are you doing, Scratch?" she asked curiously.

"Hold on," she told her sternly, causing her to be quiet immediately. She peeked her head out of the closet with a smug smile. "Good girl. Now, where is it?"

Octavia opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it, but watching the DJ's rather toned back, her shoulders in sync with every motion. You sure appear to be more masculine than I remember you being.. Octy thought, biting her lip as she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Have you found what you're looking for, Scratch?" she asked curiously, losing her vibe ever-so-slowly.

A few moments later, Vinyl interrupted the silence. "Found it!" she blurted out as the pulled out a small object from her jacket pocket, which had conveniently been hung in Octy's closet. Vinyl climbed on top of Tavi and laid in between her legs, noticing she had shifted to be laying properly on the bed.

"May I ask what you-" her voice caught in her throat as she felt a rather strange feeling in between her legs, causing them to move further apart on their own. "Ahn~"

Vinyl smirked, a vrrr sound could be heard throughout the room as she gently held it against the woman's swollen clit.

"Wh-what is that?" Octavia asked breathlessly.

"Oh, nothing special, just a vibrator," Vinyl told her before lubricating the small vibrator in her saliva and sliding it gently into Octavia's vagina. She then dragged her tongue across her clit slowly, teasing her as she slid the indigo colored vibrator in and out slowly, the hand-held device immediately becoming covered in her juices.

"I-I have never used such an-oh!" Octavia tried to keep the conversation going, but Vinyl's tongue had begun eagerly lapping up her sweet juices. She dragged her tongue along Octavia's lips slowly as she slid the vibrator in deeper, moving it around in a circular motion as best as she could.

Soon though, her tongue quickly replaced the vibrator, penetrating the panting woman deep with her tongue as she placed the small object against her clit again, swirling her tongue around inside of her and lapping up her sweet juices. Vinyl smiled as she did so, enjoying herself and the way her girlfriend tasted. She dragged her tongue upwards, licking her labia and moving the vibrator away from Tavi's clit to use her tongue instead.

Octavia moaned softly, running her fingers through Vinyl's two-toned hair and moving it out of her face. Vinyl slowly slid the vibrating device into Octavia's wet pussy, moving it around for a few seconds before sliding it in and back out at a steady pace as her tongue danced on her clit. Octy's clit swelled more as she started grinding her pussy against Vinyl's tongue, pushing her face in further with her hand. Slowly, Vinyl withdrew herself, licking up Octavia's thigh with a smirk.

"Wh-what're y-you so ah-amused about?" Octavia asked, slowly panting as she stared at Vinyl. She could feel the vibrator being withdrawn from inside of her, but what Vinyl planned to do with it was a mystery.

"You'll see," Vinyl replied, sliding the vibrator up Octavia's slit teasingly. She gasped slightly before sitting up and hesitating for a moment before finally pulling Vinyl on top of her and kissing her deeply. Her tongue grazed against hers as the vibrator pressed against her clit every few seconds, causing an almost inaudible moan to come from her throat.

Vinyl withdrew from the kiss slowly, kissing Octavia's jaw gently before moving to her neck, nibbling her soft spot just for a moment before kissing down her body. Sliding the vibrator back in her cunt, Octavia moaned gently as Vinyl slid her tongue along Octavia's nipples. Slowly, she made her way down lower, kissing her way down her girlfriend's perfect body. She then kissed her mound softly before grazing her tongue against Octavia's clit once more.

"Maybe I should make you wait to orgasm," Vinyl said with a smirk as she slid her tongue up and down her slit, the vibrations tingling her tongue.

"Ahn~" Octavia replied softly before shaking her head, having lost her ability to talk.

"What'd ya say, Tavi?" Vinyl asked, looking up at her with slightly dulled scarlet eyes.

"N-no, p-please, d-don't mmm-make me w-wait," Octavia stuttered, pushing Vinyl's face back towards her aching cunt. "Please," she said once more, the desire laced within her words smoothly.

"Well," Vinyl said as she dragged her tongue up Octavia's slit, causing her to squirm ever-so-slightly. "Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can," Vinyl then dived her tongue deep within Octavia, causing her to moan softly.

She rolled her tongue around inside of her, lapping at her juices so eagerly, it made Octavia squirm against her tongue before grabbing the back of her head with her hand. Vinyl looked up, catching a glance of a wicked, but the oh-so sexy grin that danced upon Octavia's lips before she was pushed deeper into Octavia's aching sex, begging for her release as her moans eventually turned into screams of pure ecstasy echoing off her walls.

Vinyl slid her tongue out and replaced it with the vibrator once more and focused on her clit now, switching between pressing her tongue gently against it to circling around it teasingly. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Octavia sat up slowly, her body shaking. "If you don't let me have my release, I swear to Celestia I will make you sit on your subwoofers until you cum," Octavia threatened, although her voice was cracking and turning into soft moans.

The woman between her legs looked up, her face holding pure confusion before the threat finally sunk in. "If you wish," she simply murmured before she kissed Octavia's pussy lips gently before pulling the vibrator out and turned it off. After receiving a quite confused look from Tavi, she slid to finger up her vagina, making a come-here motion towards the top of her cunt before sucking on her clit hard.

Tavi released a gasp at first and managed to hold her weak body up for a few minutes, watching in awe as Vinyl sucked firmly on her sensitive clit, before her body collapsed from underneath her, and she fell backwards, where her head hit the pillow, and her back arched.

Oddly, Vinyl paused, causing Octavia to crane her neck to look over her breasts. The two made eye-contact, and before Octavia could second guess it, Vinyl used what she had done against her - wrapping her lips firmly around her clit and humming a perfect middle C, meanwhile still keeping perfect eye contact.

That's what did it. Octavia came, and she came hard, nearly drowning Vinyl in her cum before she could pull away, only to have Octavia squirt, the clear fluid splattering against her chest and neck. Vinyl sat up slowly, looking at her panting cellist. "Octavia, you can squirt?!" she said, her voice relatively low, but still carrying all signs of shock.

When Octavia finally calmed down some, although her heartbeat still raced and she could feel her legs shaking, she sat up just slightly, her breathing heavy. "I'm a what, dear?" she managed.

"A squirter!" Vinyl replied, staring at her.

Octavia finally saw the light glimmering on the DJ's chest and her face distorted. "Is that bad...?" she questioned, a look of worry covering her face.

Vinyl shook her head vigorously. "Wha-no! No, not at all! It's hot, I promise!"

She sighed gently, a smile on her lips before her head fell back on the pillow and closed her eyes, only to have Vinyl come up and leave a sticky kiss on her lips.  When she opened them again, she could see a smug smile on the pale women's lips before she rolled over next to her.

"And what are you?" Octavia spoke up after a few moments of staring deep into Vinyl's eyes as she ran her short nails gently along her arm, sometimes along her hips and back.

Vinyl pondered it for a moment, breaking their gaze. "I don't know," she told her, looking up at Octavia to be greeted with a sexy smirk and a devious glint in her eyes. "What are ya thinkin'?"

"I think it's time to find out what you are," Octavia smirked before climbing on top of Vinyl and kissing her deeply.

THE END