Spitfire ran to her car, unlocking it. She had gotten it back the night after her meeting with Adagio, after going back to the bar. Drinking was a hobby of hers, and a recurring one at that. Spitfire got into the '78 Mustang and turned the key, listening to the purr of the engine for a moment before peeling out of the parking lot. She drove a few neighborhoods over to Adagio Dazzle's apartment complex.

"Man, this is going to be fun!" Spitfire was getting herself excited, in more ways than one.

Spitfire pulled over to park near the sidewalk, and got out. She strode up the few steps to their door, pressing the button to buzz their apartment.

"Who is it?" a slightly garbled voice came through the microphone, obviously not Adagio's.

"It's Spitfire, I'm here for Dagi."

"Oh. She's almost ready she'll--"

"BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!" a cheerier voice interrupted with a singsong tone.

"God damn it, Sonata!" the button was let go, and Spitfire was left in silence.

The damned silence that makes you think. The silence she was starting to hate.

"Fuck this, I don't want to think. I'll make my own noise, so I don't work myself up. Yeah, that works. So Spitfire, tonight you're going to take this lovely lady to dinner, maybe buy her a drink or two. You'll talk, share a few laughs... well, maybe share a few laughs. Then you'll bring her home and bid her good night. If she wants to do anything else fun, that's up to her," Spitfire told herself rather in-depth. She was pleased with her ideas, and smiling to herself.

That is, until she heard snickering behind her.

Spitfire turned around quickly, seeing Adagio standing there, almost laughing. She was dressed in a lovely purple camisole, with a short black jacket that just covered her breasts, that would have exposed her midriff had she not worn anything under the jacket. The siren wore dark gray skinny jeans tucked into her trademark heels. Her hair was fabulous as usual, with the studded band in it.

Adagio smirked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Having fun?"

"Well, now I am," Spitfire said with a grin, offering her hand to the blonde. Adagio accepted the gesture, the two of them walking to Spitfire's car. The athlete opened the door for Adagio, who put her hand to her chest in fake swooning.

"Such a gentlemare," Adagio said with a mock tone.

"Pardon?" Spitfire looked up, confused.

"Never mind," Adagio brushed it off and got into the car, Spitfire soon joining her. The car started up nicely, once more, and Spitfire started to drive.

"So, where do you want to eat? I know a nice place by my old high school," Spitfire said nonchalantly.

"That'd be nice. I haven't eaten since you called me."

"Great, it's just fifteen minutes away. Pick a radio station if you want, or we can talk," Spitfire grinned, keeping her eyes on the road.

"I'd rather learn more about you," Adagio looked at her, her trademark grin almost gleaming in the moonlight. "Where are you from?"

"Cloudsale, but I moved to Canterlot before high school started. My mom thought it'd be best for us, since my dad kinda left us before my freshman year," the athlete said almost somberly.

"I see. What do you do for a living?" the lead siren quickly changed the subject.

"I'm a professional skydiver and pilot. My partner Fleetfoot and I do airshows in Canterlot, Cloudsdale, Everfree, Crystal City, and more recently, we were booked in Manehattan. It pays well, and I get to live on the edge," Spitfire spoke with pride this time, her face having a smile plastered on it. "We're here."

Adagio looked at the small cafe, then her face dropped. It was Sugarcube Corner.

"Something wrong?"

Adagio looked at Spitfire, then back at the cafe, then back at Spitfire. "Everything's fine. This place just seems familiar." She lied right through her teeth.

"Well, come on then. They close at ten," Spitfire got out and helped her damsel out of the car, walking in the cafe with her.

As they stepped inside, every head turned their way, half of them confused, and the other half were giving dirty looks to Adagio. Spitfire walked her to a small table, pulling out the chair for the blonde siren then sitting across from her. Everyone was still silent and staring.

Spitfire slammed her fist on the table, turning to the few rude people in the cafe. "Do you mind?!"

With that, everyone stopped staring, looking back to their previous distraction.

"Some people can be really inconsiderate," the mohawked girl grumbled, watching Mrs. Cake hand Adagio and her a menu. "Thanks Mrs. C, how are the twins?"

The pudgy woman smiled at Spitfire. "They're doing very well, Pound Cake has been helping Carrot in the kitchen a lot."

"Sounds like fun, I'll call you over when we've decided, Cup," Spitfire gave her a polite grin. Mrs. Cake nodded with yet another smile and left them to decide.

"Hey Dagi, what are you going to get? I already know what I want, just a small sandwich," Spitfire tossed the menu aside, leaning back in her chair.

"I am just going to get a burger, rare," she spoke with unease in her tone, still feeling a few eyes on her back.

"Sounds awesome, Dagi," Spitfire waved Mrs. Cake back over, ordering the food and two sodas for herself and Adagio.

As soon as she left, the athlete got right to the chase. "So, any reason to why you kept asking me questions about my job and schooling?"

"I was just curious, is all."

Spitfire looked at her almost accusingly. Their food was brought to them almost on cue, and they ate while making small talk about random things. Adagio talked about her friends, the TV shows she was catching up on, and the sea. Spitfire listened intently, taking in everything Adagio said and responding when she had the chance. After about an hour, their food was eaten and they were out the door.

"That was.. nice," the Dazzling concluded, smiling genuinely.

"That was just the tip of the iceberg! How's about you and I go visit my old campus?" Spitfire jingled a key with a "Wondercolts" lanyard.

"How do you..?" she started, before just looking at her quizzically.

"I had a part time job as a soccer coach last year. I never returned the key. They mistakenly gave me a master key, you in?" she asked with mischief in her voice.

"How old are you anyway? Vandalizing a school?" Adagio was grinning and speaking with yet another mock tone.

"21, but who's counting? Let's go!" the athlete grabbed her hand, running with her to Canterlot High School, just down the block.

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The unlikely couple roamed the halls of Canterlot High, their feet making soft clicks on the shiny tile. They both snickered like children, Spitfire opening the door to the music room.

"Whoa, hey, they have a whole set up in here!" her voice echoed off the walls as Adagio hit the lights. "When I was here it was just pianos and tubas.. well, there were others but the big stuff stood out more."

Spitfire grabbed a teal guitar, playing a soft shakey tune. "It's been a while since I played one of these."

Adagio listened, looking at the walls of the music room. Homemade, glittery "Rainboom!" posters were everywhere. She glared at them, her eyes almost blazing in her fury. Without a second thought, she ripped them down, one by one, tearing them to shreds. Glitter and paper scraps flew everywhere, Adagio going from deep growling to furious screaming. Spitfire watched her before running over and holding her in a hug.

"Hey, hey hey! Dagi, babe, calm down!" Spitfire forced the girl to stay still. She held her in an embrace before she heard soft sniffling. "Adagio? Are you.. crying?"

"No," her cracked and choked up voice gave it away for sure, but she still insisted on it.

"Hey, it's okay, Dagi, trust me," Spitfire tried her best to comfort the sobbing siren, who pushed her off.

"No! It's not okay! You know nothing about me! You have no idea who am I, where I've been, and what I did! You're an idiot for thinking you can "relate" to me!" Adagio's mascara ran, she yelled at Spitfire before collapsing on the floor in a sobbing heap.

"But I do know."

Adagio looked up at the mohawked girl, staring in disbelief. "What did you say?"

"I know what you did, and what you are," Spitfire admitted. "Word gets around fast."

Adagio stayed silent, save for one question. "Why did you come up to me that night then?"

"Because," she sighed before sitting across from her, "I thought you needed someone to talk to. You looked lonely, and no one was within two feet of you. You had a pissed off look, and you needed someone to cheer you up. That's why."

Adagio was speechless. She stared into Spitfire's eyes for any sign of trickery. None. She truly had wanted to spend that night with her.

"Plus you're fucking hot."

Adagio chuckled at that, wiping her eyes. She looked up at Spitfire again, then launched herself at the athlete, their lips crashing together. Adagio wasted no time shedding her jacket, and almost tearing off Spitfire's.

"Whoa, Dagi, what's this a-BOUT!" she felt Adagio's hand shove itself down her pants.

"Don't talk, Spitwad."

Spitfire looked at her, falling back and enjoying what was to come. She watched Adagio strip, looking at the slim, perfectly proportioned body of the siren in front of her. Adagio really, truly was beautiful. Like staring at a goddess.

Adagio finally finished stripping herself and Spitfire, biting her lip. She wasn't going to sugarcoat it, Spitfire was hot. Smokin' hot. Adagio immediately resumed her make out session with the athlete, grinding her naked hips on Spitfire's abs. Her wet pussy left the tight stomach glistening and sticky as the two girls made out furiously. Tongues battled for dominance, thrashing and suckling on the other before the duo realized they were not very good at not breathing. As they broke apart, Spitfire's eyes had glazed over with pure, unrated lust. She swallowed, feeling too much saliva in her mouth, not all of it her own.

"Fuck me, Adagio, you're amazing at that," she panted, looking at the bombshell on top of her.

"Oh sweetie, I plan to fuck you," Adagio whispered in a tone dripping with arousal.

Their lips met again, this time Adagio laying down right on top of her. They both frantically tongue-fucked their partner's mouth, Adagio clawing down Spitfire's sides and grinding against her as if she were in heat. Spitfire's eyes opened, moving Adagio's legs, much to the confusion of the siren above her. She repositioned herself and pulled away from Adagio just a bit.

"What are you smiling at, Spitw--" Adagio's loud moan interrupted herself, Spitfire's dripping pussy colliding with her own wet snatch.

"That is what I'm smiling at."

And with that, Spitfire thrusted her pussy into Adagio's, feverishly frenching the siren above her. Their pussies made obscene noises, drenched with arousal and making the room smell more and more like sex. The two girls that were fucking on the just cleaned tile of Canterlot High's music room suddenly began to speed up, their moans getting louder and louder. Their dripping wet pussies were getting louder as well, and finally, as Spitfire leaned up and bit Adagio's neck, thrusting her clit into Adagio's, everything came to an end. Adagio came like a freight train, thrusting hard into Spitfire's pussy. The sheer force of the collision of the two cunts made Spitfire scream out Adagio's name into her flesh, cumming harder than she ever had before.

The two girls lay there, panting from the best sex either of them ever had.

"Damn, Adagio.. I didn't know you could be.. so amazing," Spitfire said between deep breaths.

"My last name is Dazzle for a reason. Well, not that reason, but you get it," Adagio chuckled, still catching her breath.

"Hey, Dagi?"

"Yes?"

"I, uh, I really like you. Not just cause we had awesome sex just now, but, actually. I really like you. I'd like to go out again, sometime," Spitfire looked into the magenta eyes of her lover, waiting for a response.

"I'd like that, Spitwad," Adagio smiled at her, quickly kissing her lips.

"But we should probably get out of here, it's midnight," the athlete said as she glanced at the clock.

"Agreed."

And with that, they got dressed, cleaned up the sexual juices they had made a mess of, and walked to Spitfire's car, hand in hand.

Author's Note

What?? What is this?! Fluff?! But Ambi never writes fluff!!

Okay I did. Happy?

I will never stop.