The Difficulties of Love

"Dash," said Applejack, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Ya know I love ya."

"Uh-huh." Dash mumbled, not paying attention as she stared at the ceiling fan.

"And I know that you love me."

"Sure."

"Then... why won't you let m-" she was interrupted by Dash, who suddenly was paying attention.

"I told you, AJ, it doesn't matter. As long as your happy it's all cool."

"...what if I'm not happy?" Applejack let a strand of her blonde bangs cover one of her eyes.

Dash shifted uncomfortably, thinking of a response. Eventually she decided to not answer the question.

"Your real good at doin' whatcha do to me, and it don't feel right to be the only one who's enjoying it."

"Then leave," Dash thought, gritting her teeth. She loved Applejack, but wished she wouldn't do this.

"C-...can I just see it?" Applejack felt blood rush to her cheeks. "I promise I won't do nothin'."

Dash shut her eyes tightly. Maybe if she did this, Applejack would leave her alone.

"I'll can't..." Dash thought,  subconsciously clenching her hind legs together.