The tables were set. The decor was lovely. The woman was proud. The night was young.

Adagio Dazzle looked at her handiwork, smiling at the way she had turned Spitfire's clean, athlete apartment into a paradise of romance. The doorway had been given the rose petal treatment, creating a guiding path to the kitchen, where Adagio had was making a meal she had prepared for years before, a home classic for her fellow sirens fondly named "Dazzle Delight", thanks to Sonata. While the place was set, the food was cooking, and the eldest siren was ready. All she had to do was finish up and set the table. Her phone waited in the pocket of her favorite jeans, not wanting to overdress and be rude to Spitfire's attire. She tasted the food on the wooden spoon, licking her lips.

"Perfect."

Okay so. Fleetfoot, everyone knows Fleetfoot, her best friend and wingwoman.. out of the fucking blue decided to go out and drag Spitfire on a wild goose chase, a witch hunt, an adventure.. but wouldn't let them get FOOD?

Honestly, it's a crime.

"Fleet, I'm starving."

"Spits, I don't care. I'm making dinner at home."

Spitfire glared her way. It was one thing to drag her out of her house on their days off, but to not only take her keys and not let her eat? She wasn't happy with Fleetfoot. Nope.

"Can we at least do something with our time instead of waste my gas?" Spitfire asked her friend, who rolled her eyes.

"Fine, we'll stop at the mall for a bit." the white-haired woman sighed, taking the next exit.

It was only a few minutes of stepping out into the snowy parking lot did Spitfire figure out three things. One, it was going to be a very snowy winter. Two, Fleetfoot drove them to fucking Canterlot for the past 3 hours, a fifteen minute drive. And three, the parking lot had ice. Everywhere.

One misstep sent Spitfire back into the carseat, albeit less gracefully. She stood herself up once more, taking cautious steps until the ground felt solid asphalt, not icephalt.

"You spent 3 hours driving me to Canterlot Mall," Spitfire slipped on her Wonderbolts bomber, stuffing her hands in the pockets. Her fingers felt a worn strip of paper, causing her to smile. It had been a few months since she met Adagio, and despite their disputes she had grown to really enjoy the time they spent together.

"That is correct, yes," Fleetfoot smiled, zipping her own Wonderbolts bomber jacket up, putting on her winter hat. "I love the snow, don't you, Spits?

"Whatever. I need to find gifts for the family anyway."

The two showmen walked into the mall, the inside warmer than the snow, but still not warm enough to discard their winter warmth. At least not at the moment. Spitfire and Fleetfoot had only been to Canterlot mall when they were kids and starting high school, before transferring to Cloudsdale Academy. Still, the Wondercolt spirit never left their hearts.

Just as with any public place they went, people recognized them. Shades and minding their own business never stopped the Wonderbolts' fans from flocking to them. Spitfire averaged anywhere from three to twenty autographs a day. Fleetfoot was tied with her on that front, sometimes even giving more. Always a comfortable rivalry.

When Spitfire met Fleetfoot, they were 7. They both went to Canterlot Grade School, and they immediately became best friends. Together, they had won and beat every record in Canterlot School District's history. When they met Soarin in high school, that only sent them further. Spitfire, Fleetfoot and their best friend Soarin had gone from kids with little dreams to an unstoppable force of nature. Spitfire always saw them as that way. They were fire, lightning and a hailstorm. Faust help any team in their way to victory. It sometimes took lightning to make fire, and that is the best way to describe their friendship. Fleetfoot was always there for her, and Spitfire was always there for her in return. She loved her best friend and the craziest bitch in her life.

Even if she dragged her out on mundane adventures leaving them in a mall food court.

"You know, we could have enjoyed time in the Cloudsdale mall," Spitfire commented, tapping away a text on her phone.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that? People know us there. We'll see newer faces here!" Fleetfoot smiled, taking a sip of the bottle water she had bought. She gently motioned the bottle Spitfire's way, who lifted her hand to decline.

"I'm good, thanks," she said, shifting in her seat.

Spitfire always felt eyes on her, but right now? She felt like someone was boring holes into her skull with how much they were staring. It wasn't uncommon, but it was very uncomfortable. Spitfire looked around, trying to not make it obvious she was finding the culprit of the thorough staredown she didn't think she'd have today. After a few minutes of searching, she turned around to see a very familiar face. She recognized those cerise eyes anywhere.

"Hey Rainbow Dash," Spitfire gave her number 1 superfan a smile. "Got a staring problem?"

The soccer star flushed in embarrassment, rubbing the back of her head and chuckling, running up to her. Spitfire stood up to hug her, causing the teen to squeak.

"Hi ma'am, it's so good to see you! What are you doing in Canterlot?" Rainbow asked, giving a smile to her idol.

"I'm on a wild adventure to nowhere, thanks to Fleetfoot over there," Spitfire replied, letting out a puff of air in a sigh. She heard Fleetfoot say a quick "yo" to Dash, smiling and shaking her head. "You here with your friends?"

"Huh? Oh yeah! They're somewhere. I had to get a new issue of Daring Do, and the new vinyl figure set of you and the Wonderbolts!" Dash smiled, taking it out of the bag to show off. "First one off the shelves!"

"That's really impressive, I expect nothing less from our biggest fan," Spitfire smiled warmly, then chuckled at Rainbow's expression. "...you want us to sign it, huh?"

Rainbow smiled, trying to not show her excitement and failing, "If.. you're not busy?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes, grabbing the permanent marker from her inner jacket pocket, smiling and signing right over where her figure posed. "To Rainbow Dash, never change, see you in the air. Captain Spitfire."

Fleetfoot stood up behind her, taking the pen to sign her own figure. "Dash, stay wild. See you in those planes someday! Fleetfoot." The co-captain smiled, handing it back to the athlete.

"Thanks so much! Oh my gosh!" Rainbow looked at the autographed merch. "You guys are amazing!" When she glanced up again, her eye caught the discoloration on Spitfire's cheek. A scar?

Without thinking, Rainbow Dash blurted out about it, asking what had happened. The mohwaked woman brought her hand to her face, rubbing the burn mark. "Just a crazy first night with my girlfriend."

"She burned you?" Dash asked, concerned.

"Yeah, but she thought it was in self defense. We woke up together and neither of us really remembered each other. Don't do that, by the way. Drinking, burning your partner, or taking a drunk girl home with non-friendly intentions. That was my bad. Her bad too."

Dash gave a small salute, smirking. "So who's Mrs. Captain Spitfire?" She teased, poking Spitfire's phone in her hand. "Can I see?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes playfully, taking out her phone to find a non-nude of Adagio. She smiled at one she sent her that she particularly loved. Adagio sat on her bed, legs crossed with a cute dark purple dress on, heels that accented her perfect legs, bedazzled phone in her hands as her arms squeezed her already pushed up breasts to add more cleavage. Her hair was amazing as always, and her face said "you can't have me" and "take me" at the same time.

"This is her," Spitfire showed the Rainboom the picture, smiling with a soft blush of her own on her cheeks.

Contrary to Spitfire's happy expression, all joy and all emotion but pure anxiety drained from Dash's face. "...Adagio Dazzle?"

Spitfire looked confused for a moment, before immediately remembering that it was Rainbow Dash and her band that had beaten and incapacitated her once siren girlfriend.

With a cautious smile she nodded.

"You.. know what she is, right?"

Before Spitfire could respond, Fleetfoot's phone alarm went off and she grabbed her hand. "Sorry, Dash, we gotta go! Tell the crew we say hey!"

With that, Fleetfoot dragged Spitfire back to the mall entrance and to her car, rushing her to get in. Back where she left Rainbow Dash, the athlete was now looking for her friends. She had to alert them of the situation. Rainbow Dash quickly took out her phone and dialed Sunset Shimmer, waiting for her to pick up the other line.

"Hey Rainbow Dash, where are you?" Sunset greeted her on the other end.

"By the food court, and I have some bad news for you guys.."

Fleetfoot drove up to Spitfire's apartment, smiling. "Get out."

Spitfire looked her way, confusion on her face. "This is my car, Fleet-"

"Get out, trust me."

"Alright fine, I'll trust you."

This was further than the truth, but Spitfire complied. As soon as she shut the door, Fleetfoot sped off. "Hey! That's my fucking car, Fleetfoot!!" Despite her protests, the car only kept going, leaving Spitfire to walk to her apartment. Oh well, Fleetfoot had to return it anyway, she had left her motorcycle here. In the snow.

Spitfire quickly covered the bike with a tarp, climbing the stairs to her apartment. With all the wasted time, it was late into the evening. The streetlights illuminated the night, causing a gentle, calming aura for the block. Spitfire fumbled with her key, walking into her apartment and shaking off the flakes of snow on her jacket. The pilot hung it up, and placed her shades by them. She tried flicking on the light, but the fuses were either frozen or out. Resigning to walk in the dark, she turned the corner into her house to see at least 30 candles being used for light, some unscented some scented. It was a Hearthswarming smell, typical for this time of year. Spitfire couldn't place it, and soon didn't care to. Around the corner waited her gorgeous goddess of a girlfriend, wearing the same beautiful outfit from her favorite picture. Slight differences showed, her hair was down tonight, and she wore a necklace with her own name on it. With a grin that could kill a man, Adagio walked to Spitfire's place in the room, her height almost equal to Spitfire's in her heels.

"I thought about underdressing to match you.. but that isn't my style."

Adagio's words ghosted her ear, causing Spitfire's face to flush once more. She smiled, trying to be confident, but failing. This wasn't the first nor last time, though. The pilot was getting used to it.

"I didn't expect any less from you, Dagi.." Spitfire looked into her girlfriend's eyes, the predatory glint of a siren seemingly never vanished. She always felt small after looking into Adagio's eyes. Like she could see the past, but it was never revealed to her in full. Never. Adagio never let the window to her soul open for anyone.

"I made dinner, would you like to join me?" Adagio's beautiful voice broke the silence, Spitfire's reverie being broken for the moment.

"I'd love to."

The dinner was a dish she didn't recognize. The only thing she could place was that the main entree was fish. That seemed to be Adagio's favorite, and for a split second Spitfire wondered why. Then her brain realized why and she felt stupid. "Dazzle Delight" sure lived up to its name, and she was loving every bite. Despite being the same dish, every bite was a new flavor, as if every atom was individually spiced. "Delight" was an understatement. It was a god damn national treasure.

"This.." Spitfire began, unable to find the proper words. There were none. She took another bite, swallowing the food after savoring it. Again, no words could describe it. Was everything about Adagio a gift from a god she needed to worship, now? Yes, yes everything was. "This is really fucking good." Spitfire settled on that, smiling at her girlfriend.

Adagio returned the smile, finishing her plate and placing it in the sink. Spitfire followed soon after, cleaning the dishes while Adagio put out the 30+ fire hazards in her living room.

"Spitfire, I'll be in your bedroom when you want to join me.."

Spitfire smirked from the kitchen, following Adagio after putting away the dishes. She stepped into the room to find Adagio undressed herself to her underwear, wearing a matching black set of lace panties and a bra. Her body had all the curves of the statues of ancient Greece. She was perfection.. Spitfire almost couldn't believe she had this woman in her bed, waiting for her.

Without thinking, Spitfire breathed out a deep breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Holy hell, I love you.."

Silence.

Dead silence and a hand over Spitfire's mouth, a look of pure shock on Adagio's. Words unspoken between them had been spoken for the first time. Not in a heat of passion, where they can use the afterglow to foggy-think about things and give a short, breathy response. Not where either can leave to think about the confession and avoid their feelings. Spitfire said it in the most impossible way possible. Admiring her girlfriend, not even fully nude, with a blush on her face and heart on a cutting board for Adagio to decide what to do with it. She gave her love to a siren. One that could hold it in her hands and decide to squish it or nurture it.

In retrospect, a few months ago the eldest siren may have decided to destroy that heart in her hands.

Adagio didn't even notice she was crying until Spitfire rushed to her side, trying to comfort her in words she ignored.

Spitfire loves her? She couldn't be lying. She couldn't. It was a huge thing to say, especially only four months into their relationship. Adagio had no idea what this meant. Did this mean they would be serious? She had to have a set of plans for everything. She hated being unable to think. Unable to process. She hated that this made her cry.. that this girl made her feel things she never had.

Oh fuck she loved her too.

Adagio Dazzle, immortal siren, destroyer of relationships and many lives.. was in love.

This realization only made the older girl sob harder into Spitfire's arms, only made her hug her tighter. She was in love and she had no idea why it hurt so bad.

Spitfire held Adagio tight, unable to figure out why the woman always so held together was falling apart in her arms. Nevertheless, she held her tight. She made sure she was safe and comfortable, holding her close and not for a second letting her go. She had said it. She loves her. Spitfire loves her and she'll make sure the woman she loves is comfortable no matter what.

After a few minutes of the sobs turning to sniffles.. there was a soft murmur from Adagio.

"Huh?" Spitfire looked down from her angle.

Another incomprehensible response.

"Adagio, you're too muffled.."

The siren lifted her head, staring into Spitfire's eyes. "Why?"

Spitfire looked confused for a moment. "Why what?"

Adagio adjusted her sitting, the comfort welcome but the position was murder on her back. "Why do you love me?"

Spitfire looked at her, even more confused. "Do I need an exact reason?"

Adagio looked up at her, glaring. "You know what I am and yet you say you love me, are you insane?"

"This again? Adagio, you know how I see you. You're the first girl to ever make me happy. The first one I didn't leave behind. You have something about you I can't place but.. it's like a million things I can't place. You're a mystery. A fucking enigma. I can't tell you specifically what I love because I love all of you. Every bit. And whatever I don't know yet, I'll love. Because you.. you're so fucking unique.. so special.. it drives me crazy. I love you because I can't place why I love you, and I love you because you're you.. I never fell this hard. I've never fell this fast. I've never.. been in love. You're the first girl I've said those words to."

Adagio listened to Spitfire pour her heart out. It wasn't something she understood, but.. something about the way Spitfire was. How she acted and how she helped Adagio, not because she was beautiful, but because she was Adagio.. really struck a chord in her soul. The siren wasn't sure what to say, but she knew she couldn't say anything untruthful here.

"Spitfire.. I appreciate your words. I can't say I love you too, though.. I don't even think I'm capable of love. Or anything like it," Adagio spoke, sighing. "But I can tell you that I'm willing to think about my feelings.. and maybe someday, if it's possible for someone like me to feel that way, I'll be able to say what you want me to. I will not say what you want to hear just because you said it. I respect you way too much to lie like that." Adagio concluded her thoughts on the matter, to her surprise Spitfire smiled at her.

"That's good enough for me, babe." Spitfire smiled, getting up and grabbing Adagio an oversized shirt of her own. "Here, I think we both need some rest. You can borrow this."

Adagio took the shirt, ditching the bra and putting it on. It smelled of Spitfire and a slight hint of ash, as if she burned it before and it just came back to be. "Thank you, Spitfire."

The couple snuggled up under the blankets of the pilot's bed, the siren snuggling into Spitfire's arms and holding her close. Spitfire looked out the window, watching the glass freeze over as snow piled on the sill. She looked down at the woman in her arms, kissing her forehead. Even if Adagio might not feel the same way, she said she was willing to think on her feelings. With barely a whisper, the pilot spoke the words softly against her skin, properly this time.

"I love you, Adagio."

There was nothing for a moment, and Spitfire assumed her lovely girlfriend had fallen asleep. But there was no mistaking the soft, melodic voice that responded.

"Thank you, Spitfire."

Author's Note

Surprise update!

I absolutely love to write Adagio. She just transcends reality with that confidence.

Hope you enjoy!
Ambi