What are you listening to?

"See, this part, I can sync up some of those chunky cello notes, and, see, right here, just like 'thruuuuuum', right?" Vinyl commented as she Idly stroked her hand over Octavia's breast.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bznxx12Ptl0

Octavia squirmed slightly as Vinyl's other hand rubbed her inner thigh, squeezing lightly as she moved up, trailing her fingers as she slid back down.

"Y-yes, I see, that would s-sound lovely. Vinyl, now isn't the t-time." Vinyl giggled, pressing herself into Octavia's back.

"There's always time for Octy, Octy." Octavia trembled as she felt Vinyl press into her, catching the hand on her breast in her own and squeezing gently.

"That's what I'm talkin' about." Vinyl growled throatily as her hand slid up Octavia's thigh, running up her panties and tracing her lips lightly.

"But, Flash..." Octavia murmured, her free hand reaching back and grabbing a handful of Vinyl's lean ass and squeezing.

"Unf, he's into the movie. He won't notice."

Flash sighed.

"It's not like it's the first time you two fooled around on my couch. Don't get too loud and I won't turn around." Vinyl blinked. 'Right, headphones in means talky louder than thinky.'

"Uh, you noticed before?" Vinyl asked as she continued to trace Octavia's vulva with her fingers, eventually sliding under the fabric.

"No, I just turn off most of my senses when it's convenient for you. Of course I noticed. You are not subtle." Flash squirmed in his beanbag, though. ‘She has to know how uncomfortable this is making me, right?’

"Heh, guilty as charged." Vinyl noted as she plunged a finger into Octavia, the other girl letting out a slight squeak. "Too loud?" Vinyl asked, grinning as she twined the fingers of the hand on Octavia's breast with hers, and rolling it with both their hands. Flash was silent for a moment, then got up stiffly.

"Forget it, I'm gonna grab something to drink." He shuffled around the couch and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Vinyl crinkled her brow.

"He was hard as a rock. You think he's gonna go jerk off thinking about us?" Vinyl said to Octavia hesitantly.

"Perhaps." Octavia murmured, her hand on Vinyl's ass sliding over her hip and slipping in the top of her Spanx. Vinyl stilled her hands on Octavia, which immediately got her attention.

"Umm, Octy, I kinda feel bad about this. We play around Flash a lot, now that I think about it." Octavia's own hand stopped, cupping Vinyl's mound.

"I, I suppose we do, at that. What do you suggest, though?" Vinyl started to free her hands and Octavia turned around, bringing the one that was down Vinyl's pants up to her mouth and licking her fingers casually. Not so casually that she can fight off the shiver that coursed through her as her lover’s taste hit her tongue, though.

Octavia made herself comfortable in Vinyl's arms, reading her troubled expression.

"I like Flash, and you do, too, right?" Vinyl refused to look Octavia in the eyes, but she could tell that Vinyl was having trouble. 'You're too kind a girl, Vinyl. I love you and hate you for that.'

"Vinyl... I don't know. If you're suggesting what I think you are, I would have to give it some real thought." Vinyl nodded, still not looking at Octavia.

"I know, Octy. I just feel like, you know, Flash is a good guy, but people treat him kinda shitty, right? I didn't think we did too, til maybe now?" Vinyl pulled her almost ever-present shades down, and Octavia isn't surprised to see her eyes a little misty.

"Oh, my gruff little DJ with a heart of gold. What am I going to do with you?" Octavia brushed her hand across Vinyl's eyes, pulling the tears away along with her shades. She leaned in and kissed Vinyl, her hand behind Vinyl's head, rubbing her scalp firmly as she invaded her mouth.

Vinyl purred into Octavia, her hand straying back under the girl’s skirt and pressing a thumb into her button. Octavia grunted softly into Vinyl's mouth, breaking off the kiss as she looked into her eyes.

"Pull down your pants, Vinyl Scratch." Vinyl grinned widely as she slipped her Spanx and the over-skirt with it over her ass, sliding them all the way off and letting them fall to the floor. Octavia pulled Vinyl under herself, looking down on her soberly.

She reached down and rucked up Vinyl's tank top, her hand falling on a small, perky breast as she leaned down and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Octavia expertly rolled her tongue over the areola before she nipped the tip.

Vinyl bit her lip, her hands reaching up and massaging the twin pendulums swinging over her stomach. Her hands reached up, undoing the bow tie around Octavia's neck and quickly stripping down the buttons on her blouse. She pulled the shirt over Octavia's shoulders as she straightened up, Octavia pulling the shirt off and sending it the same way as Vinyl's bottoms. She unclasped her bra and discarding it as well.

Vinyl took in the sight of her girlfriends wonderful breasts, the sight never failing to thrill her. She licked dry lips as her heart rate seemed to double, blood pounding in her ears.

"Your tits are fucking magnificent, Octy." Octavia rolled her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling with the motion. She looked down on Vinyl, smiling slightly.

"Oh, I'm rather fond of yours, myself. So cute and perky. I'll look like a cow in ten years, and you'll still be poking me in the eye in your sleep." Vinyl blushed, a hand caressing Octavia's globes.

"That was once. I was having a great dream. About you, even." Vinyl noted, and Octavia reached down to pet her cheek with a chuckle.

"Facts are facts. Enjoy them while you can. I have all the time in the world to enjoy these." Octavia leaned down again, roughly massaging one of Vinyl's breasts while her mouth went to town on the other.

"Ah, fuck yeah, Octy. Go to work." Vinyl reached down and tugged on one of Octavia's thighs, getting her to lifts it. Vinyl slid a leg under, straddling her left thigh as Octavia straddled her right. She murmured into Vinyl's chest before reaching down and pulling her panties off, now clad in just her skirt.

Hands digging into the generous flesh of Octavia's hips, Vinyl started grinding herself into Octavia's thigh. Octavia in turn reached behind herself, putting her free hand into the small of her back and using the extra leverage to run her slit up and down Vinyl's leg.

It didn't take long for them to coat each other's thighs in their juices and they quickly established a rhythm, long practice letting them synchronize easily.

"F-fuck, you feel so good Octy. Do you feel good, baby?" Vinyl stammered as the stimulation sent lightning bolts up her spine. Octavia merely moaned, her mouth occupied at the moment with better things than talking. Vinyl wasn't going to last long. She never did. She opened her eyes, looking down blearily at the top of Octavia's head.

"Fuck. Fuck you Octy, I'm gonna lose it." She clenched her teeth as she picked up her pace, breaking their sync as she roughly ground into Octavia, reaching down and hooking two fingers into herself as the base of her thumb mashed into her clit.

Octavia lurched up, covering Vinyl's mouth with hers as the DJ clamped her thighs, twitching against her and groaning into her mouth. Octavia stared as Vinyl's eyes rolled up slightly, her cheek twitching. 'So hot. I did that.' Octavia mused for the thousandth time.

After a minute or so of impassioned kissing Vinyl broke it off, her hand reaching up to to wipe down her face before languidly trailing down the length of her body. It stopped at her lower belly, pressing into her as she panted heavily.

"I always come first, dammit." Vinyl groaned, pulses of pleasure still radiating from her groin as Octavia leaned over her, taking in the sight of her glowing lover.

"Yes, you do, my little DJ." Octavia said softly, her breath heavy as well. Vinyl’s eyes snapped open at the comment, a blush suffusing her face..

"Aww, shut the fuck up and lay down so I can wreck your vag, Octy." Octavia laughed throatily, leaning back until she landed on her back. Vinyl untangled her legs from Octavia's, scooting back and lunging forward, pushing the other girls legs wide.
She licked her way up Octavia's inner thigh, kissing her bud before giving her slit a lascivious lap from the bottom to the top.

Octavia shuddered in delight, a hand going to her breast as the other found Vinyl's hair, twisting up in it. She just grinned, plunging her tongue into Octavia's entrance and swirling as she put a thumb on her own clit.

"Oh, oh my, oh Vinyl!" Octavia's hips bucked as Vinyl slips up to nip her clit, sucking it into her mouth as she folded her ring and pinkie finger back on her left hand.
She slid her fingers inside, surprised to feel Octavia's walls already twitching against them.

She plunged them in and out, picking up speed as her tongue swirled around Octavia's clit. Vinyl pulled her mouth away after a minute of this treatment, leaning back and looking down at the blissful Octavia.

"You're running hotter than usual, Octy. Whatcha thinkin' about?" She grinned as Octavia's eyes snapped open.

"N-nothing... Ooh!" Octavia gasps as Vinyl added her ring finger to her assault, three fingers sliding in and out of Octavia as she squirmed and wriggled under Vinyl.

"Bullshit, Octy. You thinking about Flash? Maybe the idea's sounding a little better? Or maybe it's Amon and that sweet fucking tart of his?" Vinyl slipped her thumb free of her pinkie, timing it so that every time her fingers plunge into Octavia her thumb grinds down into her button. Octavia groaned, her hips thrusting as she tried to form words of protest.

"You thinking about watching Amon fuck me while you eat that sweet little tart all up? He's a big boy, and he can go all night. You wanna see him stretch me out?" Octavia grunted as she tried to focus on anything but the pleasure, her head nodding slightly. Vinyl wasn't buying it though. She picked up the pace, her hand a blur.

"No, that's not it. I know what you want. You want me to take Lemon off your hands, so Amon can pile drive that hungry ass of yours..." Vinyl shifted her hand as she said this, her pinkie driving against Octavia's asshole, forcing itself in further with each thrust of her hand as Octavia’s eyes popped open with a gasp.

"You want that log in your ass, stretching you to the breaking point. You wanna bleed a little, you slut." Vinyl dove back down, nipping Octavia's bud.

"Fuck yes! Oh, bloody fucking yes!" Octavia blurted out, and Vinyl felt her anus clench around her pinkie, her other fingers drumming inside Octavia as her walls shuddered uncontrollably. Vinyl swirled her tongue around Octavia's bud, crushing against it occasionally as she rode Octavia's orgasm out. 'Wow, she's fucking down as hell. It's on like Donkey Kong.'

"God damn I love you, you bitch..." Octavia groans, her legs shaking on Vinyl's shoulders. Vinyl gave her a final, slow lick before slithering up between her legs and sprawling on her heaving chest. She used Octavia's tits as a pillow, the hand she was using on herself reaching up to slip her fingers into Octavia's mouth.

Octavia sucked them in without hesitation, licking them clean before reaching up and setting the hand against her cheek. Vinyl slid her other hand down, fingering herself languidly.

"Shit, Octy. You really got off on that. I'm just gonna say, bring lube. Amon will fuck your ass up." Octavia looked up at her, thoughts slow as she was still recovering from her intense orgasm.

"And how would you know that?" She eventually asked, her tone level.'Shit!' Vinyl thought, frantic to explain herself,

"Octy, it wasn't my fault, okay? Lemon went crazy."

"Explain." Vinyl didn't like the tone of Octavia's voice at all.

"Okay, so, I jumped on the couch. They were on it. My ass landed on Lemon's face. She thought I was someone else trying to smother her, and jammed MY face into Amon's morning wood. I might have bit his nuts. In self defense. Explained. Not my fault." Vinyl let this all out in a rush, staring at Octavia's face with trepidation as she panted for breath at the end. Her cheek twitched.

Octavia burst out into a fit of laughter and Vinyl sighed in relief, chuckling nervously as she clutched her chest.

"Hey, it wasn't funny at the time, Octy. I had a mouthful of nuts. Not my favorite thing." Octavia stifled her laughter enough to reply.

"Like it's the first time. But, how anyone could mistake your bony posterior for a pillow. Now, that is hilarious." Vinyl pouted, casting a glance back to her ass.

"Come on, you know you love it."

"Beside the point, Vinyl love." Octavia squinted for a second. "Are you still flicking your bean?" Vinyl shrugs.

"That was fucking hot. What can I say?" Octavia was silent for a while, her eyes closed. Eventually, she spoke.

"Vinyl, if Flash is still... If you still want to..." Vinyl moved her hand from Octavia's cheek to her lips and pressed a finger to her lips.

"Nope, shushy. If that happens, it's gonna be us, not me, and not right now. I just want us to think about it. If we can find a place in our thing for Flash, that's fine until he finds someone of his own." Vinyl looked down at Octavia, a gentle expression on her face. "You and me, Octy. We can help out a friend, but I'm not gonna do it on my own. I fucked up enough already." Octavia smiled just as gently up at Vinyl.

"How can you be so stupid sometimes and so incredibly brilliant at others?"

Vinyl grinned, setting her hands on her hips and thrusting her chest out.

"Just the rockin' roller coaster that is your very own Vinyl Scratch. Gotta keep it interesting, right?" Octavia rolled her eyes at the braggadocio, reaching down and flicking aside Vinyl's hand.

"Fine, but get that bumbling instrument out of there. You'll never get yourself off like that.” Octavia’s eyes were smoky as she tugged on Vinyl’s hips, practically yanking her up her body. After a few small adjustments, Vinyl looked down at Octavia again, this time biting her lip. Octavia licked her lips as she raised her head between Vinyl’s thighs. “Let me help..."

* * *

Amon and Lemon walked into Flash's house and immediately decided they should stay the hell downstairs for a bit. Amon merely rolled his eyes as the verbal diarrhea from Vinyl washed over them, mousy shrieks interspersed. Lemon, however, was fascinated.

"She's got a fucking mouth on her, dude."

"Yup. I wonder where Flash is. He usually pops out of the house when they get that into it." A loud, distinctly male groan answered his question.

"Oh. Huh. Jesus, Flash. Well, sounds like he's done, anyway. Wanna go fuck with him?" Amon rubbed his hands together in anticipation, but regretted the joke a moment later as Lemon replied.

"That's mean, Moncakes. Remember what he's got on you." Amon shuddered.

"Fine, let's at least raid his fridge. I'm fucking starving." Lemon watched as Amon opened Flash's fridge, rummaging around before he pulled out some sandwich fixings.
"Better than nothing." He muttered. Amon held up a piece of bread with an inquiring look, and Lemon nodded.

As Amon busied himself in the kitchen, Lemon wandered around the lower floor of Flash's house. Finding the living room, she flopped down on the leather couch, stretching out luxuriantly.

"Room for one more?" Amon set a plate of sandwiches down on the table in front of the couch and lowered himself down slowly. "Oof, I'm really starting to feel it, now. My joints feel like I poured cement in them."

"You really need to take it easy, Amon. Here, lie down." Lemon moved over and sat up a bit, Amon flopping onto his back. Lemon caught his shoulders, lowering his head into her lap. "I'll give you a massage later, okay? Just relax. No more crazy today."

Amon stiffened against her.

"Aww, hell, why'd you have to say that? Now crazy shit is guaranteed to happen." Lemon chuckled, rubbing Amon's shoulders easily.

"Old Murphy, huh? Me and him have an arrangement. I get time-outs." Amon laughed, settling into Lemon's lap as her fingers relaxed him.

"Hope you called one, I wanna stay like this for at least a week." Lemon smiled down at Amon, lowering her head and kissing him on the nose.

"Well, I can't buy us a week, but I'll see how generous he's feeling." Amon reached back, patting Lemon's hand gently. Lemon pulled out her iPod, handing an earbud to Amon and placing one in her ear. She scrolled through her songs with one hand while Amon held the other to his chest.

"Huh, not much on here that really qualifies as 'relaxing'..." Lemon murmured, slightly frustrated. Amon reached out, grabbing a sandwich off the plate and taking a bite.

"Wurflerfle fuff, drrrr wrrurr burrdurr." Lemon looked down at him, quirking an eyebrow.

"Dude, eat then talk. Duh." Amon finished his bite, slightly flush.

"Uh, I said don't worry about it, whatever's fine." Lemon fiddled around a bit more.

"Maybe this...?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsLYNpqB0hY

"This is, weird, but okay? Is that a guy?" Amon listened on as Lemon nods.

"I like epic things. This guy is epic." Lemon stated firmly.

"Ooookay, then. Huh. I dunno." Amon kept a straight face as best he could, but Lemon could tell he was just humoring her

"Dude, he dresses up like a straight up legit medieval jongleur. Bells on his boots and all. Epic." Amon laughed as Lemon flapped her arms around, kicking a foot out for emphasis.

"French guys that can sing. Now I know my enemy, and shall prepare." Lemon smacked him on the top of the head lightly, chuckling. Amon settled back again, sighing in contentment. He kissed Lemons hand and closed his eyes. 'I can't say the music is exactly sweeping me away, but meh.' Amon thought as Lemon lightly rubbed his scalp.

"So, this is usually the time when something comes crashing through the wall and kidnaps you or something." Lemon looked down at him in puzzlement.

"What, dude?" Amon laughed at the dumbfounded look on her face.

"Come on, something's supposed to abduct you while I'm weakened by my epic battle. It happens in all the games and comics." Lemon sighed, and Amon was surprised at the bitterness in her eyes.

"You of all people should know life doesn't work like that. Nothing happens or something terrible does. Life is boring until it's shit." Amon blinked, completely surprised by the words coming out of Lemon’s mouth.

"Lemon, I, uh, never would have taken you for a pessimist." Lemon humphed, pouting as her hands drew around herself.

"I can be plenty maudlin, I just have a lot of things to appreciate right now." Amon laughed carefully, rolling over and propping himself up on his hands to look at lemon.

"Yeah, like a roving pack of jocks out for our skins, and a crazy girl at the helm of some kind of hate machine." He leaned in, a mocking grin on his face.

"Hey, we're better off today than we were yesterday. At least Ponyville didn't attack me like a swarm of wasps." Amon leaned all the way in to give her a quick peck on the lips.

"There's my Lemon. Sweet Lemons, ha. That ruins so many lines." Lemon smiled wryly.

"Come on, Amon. You can think of a few, right?" Amon tapped his lips in thought.

"When life gives you Lemons, you say 'Thanks, dude?'" Lemon chuckled.

"Weak, dude."

"Umm, 'Life is like a box of Lemons. They don't really fit and no one wants to eat them?' No, that doesn't work, I already ate you." Lemon groaned, hanging her head.

"You're slipping, Amon." Amon pondered for a moment, his arms on either side of Lemon as he propped himself up over her. Lemon couldn’t help but recall the last time she was seeing him like this as her cheeks heated up.

"The only thing this Lemon makes explode is my pants?'" Lemon, caught daydreaming, screwed her face up in confusion.

"I don't get it. Is that a reference or something?" Amon gaped at her.

"You don't know Cave Johnson? This must be rectified!"

* * *

A couple minutes later, Lemon finished laughing.

"Combustible Lemons. I like it. I will follow this Cave Johnson's vision. What can I burn down?" Amon laughed, putting his phone away.

"We'll see if we can find something for you." He slid over, laying down next to Lemon and snuggling into her side.

"Hey, come on. I was enjoying having you loom over me." Lemon muttered as she put an arm around him.

"I'm supposed to be resting, right? My arms were getting tired."

"Poor little baby, all tuckered out. I'll put you down for a nap." Lemon chuckled, but noticed that Amon tensed for a moment before relaxing again. Amon sighed, closing his eyes and pushing other thoughts away as he enjoyed the feeling of Lemon beside him.

"What was that, Amon?" He grimaced, opening his eyes and looking into Lemon's concerned face.

"Just, the way you said that. Reminded me of something." Lemon looked down at him, and couldn’t help but feel that he was the most vulnerable she'd ever seen him.

"Yeah, I can guess what, too. If I ever see that woman, I'm gonna cram my boot so far up her ass I'll write it off as a lost cause." Lemon grit her teeth.

"Hey, don't even bother. She's probably changed her name and moved to the other side of the country. I'm over it." Lemon shifted her glare to him now.

"Obviously, you're not, or you wouldn't have had that little moment a minute ago." Amon sighed, glancing away before meeting Lemon's eyes again.

"Fine, so I still have a few issues with her, and I don't think I'll ever pick out 'Babysitters XVII' for entertainment. I'm working on it." Lemon reached around and stroked his cheek softly.

"You're not, though. You just tense up and probably run it all through your head whenever you get reminded of her." She said it as gently as she could, but Amon looked away from her and didn’t respond. "I told you. We all did. We're here for you. Don't bottle that shit up. I don't wanna make a joke or talk sexy to you and make you wallow in whatever you wallow in."

Lemon tilted Amon's face toward her and saw the frustrated look on his face.

"I get it, okay? It's not like I know where she buried the landmines in my brain, you know?" Amon set his head back on Lemon's chest and she laid a hand on the side of it, running her fingers through his hair.

"So tell me what you DO know. What's off limits? What's gonna tense you up or make you feel like shit?" Amon threw an arm over Lemon's stomach, worrying at the hem of her tanktop nervously.

"You mean besides talking about it? Okay, okay." Amon flinched as Lemon yanked on his ear lightly.

"Talk, or the ear gets it." Amon chuckled at this, and Lemon smiles.

"Well, that baby talk stuff? No go. I didn't like it then, and I sure as fuck don't like it now." Lemon pondered this for a few moments.

"Not something I'm prone to, but I can't promise I won't do it by accident. Just make sure you call me on it if I do it." Amon continued fidgeting.

"I, I can do that, yeah. I don't need to keep quiet when, I mean, if you talk to me like that." Lemon didn’t like how Amon worded that at all.

"Dude, did she like, condition you?" Amon grimaced. He hated that word. For so many reasons. The lack of control, the tacit permission...

"I guess you could call it that? A couple things. She just, you know, drove them into my head and made 'em stick. That's why..." He trailed off.

"That's why what, Amon?" Lemon asked softly, her hand starting to stroke his cheek again as she tried to coax him into calming down.

"That's the main reason I'm still seeing a shrink. Finding triggers and desensitizing me to them. I... I really hate it." Lemon choked down a sob when she heard the tone in his voice and tilted his head up toward her again. Leaning down, she covered his lips with hers.

"Dude, I'm... That's fucked up. I can't imagine how fucked up that must be." Amon pulled Lemon against him a little tighter.

"It's helping. I'm a hundred times better than I was six months ago."

"I'm glad. So, what else?" Amon looked at her, unsure, but his expression eventually firmed.

"Well, don't tell me it's time for Din-Dins. Like, ever. I'd rather eat you out because I WANT to."

"No..." Lemon whispered, her eyes wide. Amon just rubbed his forehead distractedly, wanting to move on.

"There's only really one other big one that I know of."

He mumbled something unintelligible.

"I didn't catch that, dude." Amon did a credible Fluttershy impression and muttered even more softly than before. "Umm, dude..."

"Fuck, I'm trying, okay? Don't fucking spank me, dammit!" Lemon watched Amon use his anger to force the words out. She could see beads of sweat on his forehead. She looked at him, disquieted by how much of a hold this other woman still had on him.

"What happens if I do?" She asked quietly. Amon was slowly cooling back down and he looked at her with a tired expression.

"It's a conditioned response. I, well, I get ready to go, you know?" Amon looked mortified, and Lemon could understand. She didn't think she'd like it if someone else had control of her libido, either.

"You're serious." Amon opened his mouth, shut it, shrugged, and opened it again.

"Give it a whirl." Lemon was conflicted.

"I don't know if I want to..." She said carefully, a little spooked.

"I trust you, Lemon. You're the only one that knows about it besides my shrink and the court psychiatrist back home." Amon looked up at Lemon, eyes worried and hopeful at the same time.

"I dunno, Amon. This is pretty heavy shit." Amon nodded, giving her a sickly grin.

"No kidding. If it makes you feel any better, it only seems to work with women, and I have to, I don't know, have feelings for them? It doesn't work for just anyone." Amon turned away from her for a second. "I, you know, if it's you, I guess I don't mind? It's weird, I know, but maybe I can turn it into a positive thing? Hell of a party trick, right?" Lemon thought about this for a while, and Amon stayed silent.

'Maybe, Amon wants to like, replace the negative associations with positive ones? I don't know if it's fucked up that I'd find this totally, epically hot under different circumstances.' Lemon was still unsure, but her curiosity won out. She raised her hand and slapped Amon's ass. His expression instantly changed, and within seconds Lemon could feel him digging into her thigh. He blinked at her slowly, smiling.

"What do you want to do?" Lemon gaped at him.

"Dude, snap out of it!" Amon blinked at her again, shook his head and scowled.

"fuck, I hate that." Lemon watched Amon's face as he seemed to battle something behind his eyes, and eventually he shook his head vigorously again, turning a pained smile to her. "Sorry, I didn't think that'd happen. Sometimes, when she did it to me, I'd go into a 'mildly suggestive state.' It hasn't happened in session for a couple months." Lemon looked at him, her expression unreadable.

"Seriously, can we find this bitch and bury her?" Amon laughs, clutching his stomach as guffaws tumbled out from his belly. Lemon was keenly aware of his erection jabbing her lightly in the side with each laugh.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Lem. If I never see her again it'll be too soon. Sorry I'm weird, I just figured I should lay all my cards on the table." Lemon thought the term 'Damaged' might be more applicable, but didn’t say it.

"It'd be weird if it was your fault in any way. It's not, though." Lemon ran her hand through his hair again before stroking his cheek lightly.

"Yeah, I know. Everybody keeps saying that, and I even believe it most of the time." Lemon didn't dignify that with a response, instead trying to wrap her head around the responsibility she's suddenly been given. 'He really does trust me. Fuck, I thought I had it bad...' Lemon was suddenly confronted with the possibility that she might have bitten off more than she could chew, but almost instantly rejected the notion.

"I'd like to think that that's the bottom of the weird barrel from me." Amon said quietly, giving Lemon a tentative smile.

"Well, I'm not gonna lie, Amon. You're more fucked up in the head than I thought." Amon stiffened slightly. "Settle down, dude. It'll take more than that to scare me off." Amon sighed in relief, sliding his hand over her belly softly and eliciting a giggle.

"Well, that's good. I figure most girls would be running for the hills by now." Lemon trailed her fingers down his cheek, running then down his neck and sliding her hand into his sweater to rub his chest lightly.

"Well, I'm a tough girl. And, it, umm, you know..." Lemon trailed off, her cheeks red. Amon tilted his head up, looking at the blush growing on her cheeks.

"Uh, 'sup Lemon?" She fidgeted, her hand rubbing Amon's chest more insistently.

"Okay, I know it's terrible, and I'm not trying to be like, insensitive to your situation, but that shit is hitting my G-spot with a jackhammer. You have a Fun-button, dude!" Amon stared at her incredulously as she bit her lip.

"Umm, a what, Lemon?" Amon asked slowly, cocking his head to the side.

"A Fun-button! 'Press this to start', you like, gave me control of your cock! N-not like I'd take advantage of it, don't worry!" Amon was slightly worried.

"You're worrying me. Maybe I..." Lemon cut him off immediately.

"No, dude, don't regret this. I fucking promise, you can trust me. I swear, I won't take advantage of you. You've had enough of that shit." Amon closed his mouth slowly. Lemon couldn't read him, and wondered if she might have just made a big mistake. She was relieved when he responded hesitantly.

"I, you know, I do trust you. It's just, kind of scary? Giving up control and all, even if it's to someone I know won't hurt me." Lemon was silent for a while and Amon simply waited, enjoying the feel of her hand on his chest and the slow rise and fall of her soft breast under his cheek.

"Because you were wrong before?" Lemon eventually asked softly.

"Ah, yeah, I guess that's part of it. Maybe a big part." Lemon raised her free hand, making a fist and driving it into the couch in frustration.

"Shit, this is pissing me off. I don't know how to say this without sounding all melodramatic, but a lot of people like, betrayed you, Amon." Lemon ground her fist into the couch, gritting her teeth.

"It's okay-" Amon started to say, but Lemon cut him off again.

"No it fucking isn't, dude. I don't get how you're not blowing up on people left and right. Aren't you pissed off about all this shit?" Lemon looked down at Amon to see a resigned expression on his face.

"I was, for a while. Yelling at my parents, my friends at school, my shrink. Eventually I just got tired of being mad all the time." Amon sighed, his hand stilling on Lemon's stomach. "I guess I'd rather let it slide than get worked up over everything all the time, you know?" Lemon took her fist out of the couch cushion and laid it on top of Amon's, squeezing hard.

"I, yeah, I get that, but, you can't let everything slide, Amon. Sometimes you act like a fucking doormat. Like that shit with your coach." Amon shrugged.

"That doesn't really bother me, Lemon. I do track because I like it. I don't really care if I get all kinds of recognition for it. Not that I mind when I do get it..." Amon chuckled lightly and Lemon forced a laugh, still trying to work out her anger.

"That's fine, I guess, but, dammit, I don't know. I don't like it. Seeing you just let people walk all over you and ignore you." Amon looked up at Lemon and stretched up slowly, kissing her gently.

"I'm glad you didn't." Amon said softly, and Lemon felt like her heart was melting. Or exploding. Arrhythmia?

"S-shut up, dude. You're giving me a heart defect." Amon laughed before moving in and kissing her deeply. Lemon returned the favor and they spend a few minutes playing the game.

Eventually Lemon broke off the kiss, noticing that Amon was rocking his hips unconsciously and was still hard, digging into her stomach now that they changed position to get more comfortable.

"Umm, not that I'm complaining, but is that normal?" Lemon asked, jerking her chin in the direction of Amon's crotch. He noticed what he was doing and stopped, blushing intensely.

"Umm, not that we're doing anything to help it go away, but, it could last a while?" Lemon cursed under her breath.

"My epic plan to get you to see how good you are at running sucks giant donkey cock." Amon blushed, looking up at the ceiling and pointedly away from her face.

"Well, I can't exactly exert myself, but, I don't necessarily HAVE to..." Lemon stared blankly before a grin of dawning comprehension took over her face.

"Sure, fine, I can do all the work..." Lemon said coquettishly, making Amon laugh and blush at the same time.

"Not on that couch, you can't. It's expensive." Flash said, walking around the back of the couch, snagging a sandwich from the plate on the table and sitting down at the end it.

"Come on, Flash! It was just getting good!" Pinkie yelled as she plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, a half eaten bowl of popcorn in her lap.

"Ah! What the hell are you doing here Pinkie!" Flash yelled, spitting bits of sandwich on Amon and Lemon. Pinkie waved a hand absently, picking up a remote and turning on the TV and Blu-ray player.

"I've been here for like an hour, silly. Good form, by the way." Flash stared at her, color draining out of his face.

"You, You promised..."

"Come on, Flashy washy, I told you I'd stay away until you felt better. Amon and Lemon told me you were feeling better. Ergo, here's Pinkie Pie!" She waved her hands in the air in a mockery of excitement, flipping absently through the catalog of digital rentals on Flash's entertainment service. Amon and Lemon simply laid between them, facing each other, their foreheads pressed together.

"If we ignore them, you think they'll go away?" Lemon asked.

"Probably not."

"Thought not..." Lemon opened her eyes, seeing Amon give her a wry smile. She returned it before moving her head forward and pressing her lips to his.