Where The Miracles Fly

by MadMan

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Octavia, Slice of Life, Sex, DJ P0N-3, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1773

A nice morning with Vinyl and Octavia.

Vinyl loves Octavia. Octavia loves Vinyl.

A short, romantic slice-of-life with the fandom's favorite musicians.
(Rated teen/sex for sensuality throughout)

Published 2014-02-05 05:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-05 05:10:03 UTC

Where The Miracles Fly

Vinyl rolled over and growled at the window. Somehow the curtain had drifted open, letting the angry morning sun burn with pale fury right into her face. The DJ rolled over, cocooning herself in the high thread count blanket. A quiet giggling reached her ears, and Vinyl knew immediately how the curtain had opened. She contemplated that thought, and all it represented. A small smile graced her lips, a familiar face gracing her mind. She wasn't allowed to escape any further into this imaginary utopia, however, as she felt cold fingers softly caress her shoulder. Without opening her eyes, Vinyl reached over and grabbed the arm that the hand was inevitably attached to, and pulled the girl that the arm was attached to into the bed beside her. She pushed the blanket up only enough to permit entrance, then pulled it back over the both of them. Only opening her eyes once the warm body was firmly pressed against her, Vinyl regarded the culprit of her awakening.

Octavia’s olive skin was flawless and smooth, thanks in part to their weekly spa visit. Vinyl gently unbuttoned Octavia’s grey shirt, snaking her pale arms under the shirt, pulling her lover close. They lay silently for a while, sharing precious body heat. Far too soon, Vinyl felt Octavia peel herself away and leave the bed. Pouting, Vinyl gazed at Octavia, who answered only by smiling and sauntering out of the bedroom. Vinyl sighed and shoved her head into the extraordinarily soft pillow. She contemplated leaving the warm nest that had begun the night as a well made bed. On one hand, bed. On the other, Octavia had left her shirt unbuttoned when she left the bedroom, and that black bra had a way of driving Vinyl crazy. Not that she wasn’t crazy for Octavia anyway, but that bra simply radiated sex. Besides, when Octavia wore that bra, she nearly always wore those black lace panties, and Vinyl had a hard time thinking of a time Octavia was more sexy than when in her matching black ensemble. Except for naked, of course. Naked always won.

Her mind made up, Vinyl untangled herself from the pillows and blankets and rose to greet the morning. It was a beautiful summer day, and the sun’s rays warmed Vinyl’s naked body in a pleasing manner. She briefly thought about throwing on some nice lingerie for vanity’s sake, but smiled and left the bedroom stark naked. Strutting into the living room, Vinyl saw Octavia dancing around the kitchen, cooking some French toast. The smell taunted Vinyl's nose and stomach, but she could see that the cooking wasn’t quite done. Vinyl turned and walked to the tall window, looking out over the city. Thirty-odd stories below her, Vinyl could barely make out minute dots that were people, swarming this way and that.

There was a melody to the chaos, patterns that could be interpreted if one cared to watch closely enough. Vinyl loved to watch the tides of traffic below, and had often used the rhythms of the bustle for inspiration for her music. Without turning, Vinyl reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the small table. Selecting one unfortunate victim, she lit it, taking a deep drag and holding it. Vinyl waited to exhale until she had unlatched a portion of the window and opened it, letting the summer breeze carry the smoke into oblivion. Octavia never objected to the DJ’s bad habit, but Vinyl knew she didn’t quite enjoy it. Something about the way her delicate nose wriggled let Vinyl knew it wasn’t her favorite smell.

Turning back to the window, Vinyl lifted her gaze to the sky above. A few wispy clouds floated lazily, reminding Vinyl of nothing more than a canoe drifting down a slow river. Another smile danced on her lips as she remembered something her mother had always said.

Clouds are miracles coming true. They are wishes granted. Do not fear the rain clouds, that simply means that somebody got an especially big miracle today.

Vinyl blew a lopsided smoke ring and watched it fall apart, drawn out the window to join the clouds. She sucked a few more hits off of the rapidly diminishing cigarette, then flicked the butt out the window. The morning air still had the smallest hint of chill in it, giving Vinyl goosebumps, so she walked into the kitchen. She approached Octavia from behind, lifting up the still open shirt to wrap her arms around the warm waist. The cellist paused for a moment to relish the embrace, closing her eyes and humming contently. Wriggling her waist and pushing with her bottom, Octavia let Vinyl know she needed some space to finish cooking.

Vinyl kissed Octavia on the back of her slender neck and retreated back to the living room, lighting another cigarette as she settled on the couch. Normally, she would have turned on the television or the stereo, but today seemed like a quiet morning, so the electronics remained dormant. The smell and sound of sizzling butter and toast filled the apartment, mingling with the smoke escaping Vinyl’s mouth to create an air that reminded Vinyl of an art exhibition she had once attended.

Soon enough, the food was done. Octavia surprised Vinyl by bringing two plates piled high into the living room. Octavia usually abhorred eating at any place except the dinner table, but today she seemed content to sit beside Vinyl on the leather couch, quietly munching their breakfast while sitting as closely as such a task allowed. Once the plates were empty, Vinyl grabbed the dishes before her love could interject, taking them into the kitchen and rinsing them. Setting the plates off to the side to dry, Vinyl looked up to realize Octavia had vanished. The question of the location of her lost lover was only on her mind for a moment before it was answered by the sounds of a shower running. Vinyl smiled that evil smile and prowled towards the bathroom, where the first vestiges of steam were beginning to leak out from under the door. Vinyl tried the doorknob and almost laughed aloud as she found it unlocked. Octavia nearly always locked the door behind her when in the shower; an old habit she never quite got rid of. Leaving the door unlocked was practically begging for a visitor, especially with Vinyl Scratch as your roommate and lover.

Prying the door open only far enough to squeeze in, Vinyl moved towards the shower. Octavia’s lithe form was barely visible through the steam and translucent shower curtain, but Vinyl’s imagination was more than adequate enough to provide her with an image of what the fog hid. She was already naked, so Vinyl carefully stepped over the clothes on the floor towards the shower, halfway noticing that she was correct in her earlier assumption of Octavia’s choice of undergarments. The DJ reached out and slowly pulled aside the curtain to reveal Octavia, gazing at Vinyl with an expectant look and a smile.

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Vinyl let herself fall backwards onto the couch and closed her eyes, ignoring her wet hair as it fell over her face. She wanted nothing more than to cuddle and take a nap, but Octavia had to attend orchestra rehearsal all afternoon. Napping alone was fine, but it was always better with another body to keep the bed warm. Vinyl smiled but didn’t open her eyes as she felt fingertips trace from her ankles to her chin, delicately following every curve and crevice in between. The ruby eyes remained closed as one pair of lips found another, but opened them when the lips pulled away. Octavia stood above her, clothed once again. Vinyl ringed her fingers through one belt loop and pulled Octavia down on top of her, relishing in another kiss and the weight on top of her.

Octavia was more than willing to indulge Vinyl in another bout of ravenous lovemaking, but her career called, so all too quickly Vinyl was left alone on the couch, pouting and waving as Octavia closed the door behind her. Vinyl rolled over and grabbed her cigarettes off the table, playing the lottery with cancer one more time. She exhaled and blew a few shaky smoke rings towards the ceiling, glaring at them as they dissipated. She blew a few more, just as bad as the last. Giving up on her game, Vinyl turned over on her side and stared at the door as if it were the doors fault her love had to leave.

In between the door and the couch was a table, topped with glass and supporting a few items. Vinyl’s keys, an ashtray, and a handful of documents were scattered about across the top. Vinyl smiled as she reached over and plucked one document from the pile, smiling as she held it up. This one document was more important to her than many others. The parchment was thick, and the letters plain but boldly typed.Vinyl had read the paper so many times she could nearly recite it from memory, but she read it again, perhaps to remind herself of the enormous weight the insubstantial paper held.

After reading it, she dropped the paper to the table and lit another cigarette, thinking deeply. She wanted this decision to be right, and for the right reasons. Octavia and herself had spent several nights talking about it, going back and forth on the decision, playing for as often as against. It was the biggest decision they had come against yet, and most likely ever would. Vinyl smiled wrily as she organized her thoughts and appeared to come to a conclusion. It would be a while before she could be positive, but Vinyl had found her thoughts leaning heavily towards the idea on the paper. She was sure that Octavia would agree, but it deserved a few more late night talks to be sure.

Vinyl glanced at the clock and noted how many hours it would be before Octavia would return. Far too many, but Vinyl would cope. Closing her eyes, The DJ could practically see the headline of the paper in her mind from endless repetitions readings.

CANTERLOT ADOPTION AGENCY

Turning back to the ceiling, Vinyl blew a perfect smoke ring. It nearly reached the ceiling before a breeze blew through the open window, scattering the haze and pulling it out into the sky, where the miracles fly.

Author's Note

I kept reading these marvelous humanized OctaScratches, so I decided to try and jump on the bandwagon. Did I stick it, or fall off?