Lost now Found

Dash continued her kiss to the point of almost smothering Soarin. He accepted it sensually, returning the same emotion Dash gave him until his brain began to beg for oxygen. He gave a muffled complaint and Dash, realizing his situation, gave him some reprieve.

As they stood up both of them suppressed silly grins while they looked at each other, the situation seeming surreal. They hugged and Dash giggled a little with the absolute joy of what was happening. Her normal cool and don't-give-a-fuck attitude was impossible to keep up with the pure and undeniable glee that she was feeling at that moment.  They ended their embrace still holding back the insane smiling as best they could. They gazed at each other in the cheesiest love novel kind of way, and the scene gained more and more attention as they stood there, laying layer after layer of Parmesan onto the situation.

Dash, being more self conscious of her image in the town, realized the attention first. She looked around making sure that no one of importance to her was there and then looked back to Soarin, who had taken notice and tried to look as casual as possible.

"Let's go somewhere" said Dash with a slightly higher pitched and wistful voice than usual. She didn't care if she was repeating the script of every love movie ever made, she was happy and determined to stay that way.

Soarin looked around at the surrounding buildings as he said, "Where to? I'm not really familiar with the places around here except for the clubs and," he paused and looked back at her, " I don't think those types of establishments are open at 12 pm on a Monday." he said with a smirk. Dash smiled a bit and thought to herself. She had always dreamt of this, her first date and how perfect it would be. Unfortunately her dream involved a candle lit dinner at a five star establishment, with a movie and first kiss afterwards. She looked around the small, quaint buildings until something caught her eye.

Dash smiled.

Dash and Soarin took the first booth available near a window at Sugarcube Corner. It wasn't perfect but Dash thought it would make a perfect spot for them to talk quietly and share the silly smiles, laughs, and kisses they were bound to have. Dash wasn't against pda, she would just rather not show her girly, silly side in public.

"Not bad," said Soarin looking around, "I just hope the food is as good as the decor." He stopped looking around and looked back at her and his repressed grin started to come back to his face. Dash let her own smile show as she responded.

"Well they only serve pastries and the like and maybe some drinks, I thought it would just be a nice place to sit and talk." She looked at him in the eye, losing herself momentarily as she committed to memory this moment. The moment that she was able to look over a table at a pair of eyes that would drown her in love and joy. She sniffed and looked down as a tear came to her eye. She was so used to carrying around the immense burden of loneliness that, now that it was lifted, she was flooded with emotion. She let out a choked laugh as she looked back up to him and noticed tears forming in his eyes. Soarin blinked them away without denying their existence.

"All these years I've been alone you know," he said. "Everyone always assumes that, for some reason, I get a different girl every week, that I have my choice of women as I please" he said this with emotion and force. He looked down for a moment to regain his composure. Neither of them were very interested in a weepy first date and Dash had already dried her tears and was holding it together fairly well. Soarin looked at her happily, and didn't finish his statement.

"What can I get for you today Dashie?" a familiar upbeat voice sounded from Dash's left, she hadn't noticed her friend walk up. Pinkie Pie was beaming at her and winked when they made eye contact. It was clear that she realized what was going on and planned on having a long conversation with Dash later about it.

"How about two rootbeer floats?" Dash asked. She hadn't had such a drink since she was a girl, but she could still remember the sweet vanilla in the savory brown soda. With this Pinkie skipped off in delight after seeing her friend in such high spirits.

Dash and Soarin talked about all manner of things as they sipped at their drinks. Each one was genuinely interested in the other, and they soon found out that they were more alike than they had first imagined.

Soarin had always seen Dash as being uninterested in guys and especially not him. He had a way of beating himself up over these things, talking to himself and remarking on how much of a failure he was to himself. Dash listened as he described this, thinking of her own failure and burdens penned on parchment that sat in her desk drawer. It was odd, finding a guy who seemed to have emotions. She had always heard that this was an impossibility, that having a penis drained all of your feelings into your balls, and they could only be released by a hefty force being applied to the area. But Soarin sounded incredibly legitimate and, when she described how she wrote poems to cope, he perked up and interjected that he had done the same thing, to an extent.

Soarin had a collection of poetry, stories, and drawings that he worked on when he was alone in his house. He admitted, rather sheepishly, that he had even drawn Rainbow Dash several times.

It was incredibly coincidental, the entire situation reeked of irony. Dash was puzzled by this and was a bit cautious until she finally found an inconsistency.

"Last night was supposed to be a one night stand." Soarin said. He looked down a little awkwardly awaiting a response. This wasn't completely surprising to her but something about this tugged her brain away into a corner to work. Something didn't add up. If he had planned on just banging her and leaving, how could he suddenly be so eager for commitment? Her pupils dilated a little as her brain handed her a conclusion. Soarin looked up, spooked from the silence with a worried look on his face.

"I know, that's why I left." she said quickly so as to not reveal what she was thinking. Soarin smiled, relieved at the response and continued on talking about something that Dash didn't hear for the first time that day. She rolled her conclusion over and over in her mind, weighing the possibility that it was true.

She believed that Soarin might be fabricating the situation in order to get what he wanted the night before. He had looked so dazed when she had left though, not angry or determined. He looked as if a bomb had just hit his heart, not his penis. She wanted so badly to believe that this relationship was real, but she would have to find out without letting on what she had realized. Dash thought about it for a moment and came up with a plan.

"What made you change your mind?" she said suddenly, interrupting Soarin in the middle of an explanation about a trip he'd taken to some far off place.

"Excuse me?" he asked her looking a little confused. He had assumed she had been listening so he had to abruptly end his speech and try to process the question.

"What made you want a relationship? Instead of a one night stand?" Dash asked expectantly, phase one of her plan had begun.

Soarin looked at her and realization showed in his eyes. He understood her concern and was determined to prove his feelings.

"When you walked out, I thought I would have felt bad because I didn't get the sex but," he paused and retained eye contact wit her. He showed emotion in what he said, and it didn't sound rehearsed. "I felt like my heart was caving in instead." he stopped after this, taking Dash's hand. "I thought about it, and realized that I wanted someone to lay with in bed at night, to feel their presence beside me and know that when I woke up I would find them still there, still loving, and still committed."

We'll see, thought Dash. All of this sounded as if it came out of some advice column on how to seduce a woman, but Dash had to give him a chance.

They continued to talk avidly into nightfall and they ended up being the last ones at the corner store when Pinkie suddenly slammed the lightswitch down and yelled,

"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here! I told you three hours ago we were closing in five minutes. Now that I've finished rearranging every single damn cupcake in the store I think it's time you two found somewhere else to be!" It was clear that Pinkie had been trying to signal for them to leave for a while, but she wasn't one for ending a happy conversation. Finding herself at her wits end with a need to get back home where she had stashed her man, she had snapped.

If there was one thing that everyone in town knew, it was to not screw with a pissed off Pinkie. You were likely to find the bloody entrails of some small animal stapled to your door the next day.

So with this, they left.

Soarin, being a "gentleman" insisted on walking Dash home, which worried her. Phase two had involved this, but she didn't know what she was going to do if they got to the house and he asked to come in. She wanted this badly. The previous day she would've given all of her worldly possessions just to have one date with a guy. It wasn't going to be easy for her if the conclusion was correct.

They arrived at her house and walked up the pathway to the door.

"Kiss goodbye?" asked Soarin. Dash froze for a moment, her brain silently dancing in ecstasy. She smiled and put her arms loosely around his shoulders and leaned in.

His lips felt incredible pressed against hers, and she even added a little tongue into the kiss as she exuded passion. Soarin responded with his own tongue and he put his hands around her waist and hugged her close. They continued the connection for a full two minutes, moving fluidly with one another as they proclaimed their love through action.

Finally, Soarin broke the kiss and looked into Dash's eyes.

"I'd better be off," he said, "work tomorrow and all that. " Dash's wondrous moment came to a halt as she remembered her shirked duties that morning. Soarin noticed and added, "That was a very refreshing, cool misting I flew through this morning to get to your door." he said this with a wink and Dash's concern melted into gratitude.

"bye, I'll see you tomorrow, same time and place," she said. She was eager now to see him again with her new found trust in his story.

He smiled and waved as he backed down the sidewalk, not breaking eye contact until he fell backwards into the clouds below.

Dash smiled to herself as she laid under her covers drifting into sleep. She thought of Soarin and how incredibly perfect he was and what she would do with him when the time came.

She felt herself grow wet at the thought.

Dash drifted into dreamland, happy and content.