What are you listening to?

Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.

Naw, just fucking with you. This kiss was awkward as hell. Zero coordination. Amon went in for a sweet, gentle kiss, his hand moving up to cup Lemon’s cheek. Lemon, on the other hand, already had a hand wrapped in his hair and seemed to be trying to smash their heads together. Amon's mouth smacked into Lemons, and she bit her tongue that was already halfway out of her mouth. Amon and Lemon both reared backward, clutching their mouths. They looked at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Letth tly thah again laler." Lemon garbled out, looking down at her hand to see if there was any blood. Her tongue fucking hurt! Amon nodded, then snaked his head forward and kissed Lemon on her neck, just above the collar of her uniform. He used a little suction, not enough to leave a hickey, but enough that she knew he could have if he had wanted to. Amon unlatched from her neck, but before he backed off he gently blew on her, causing Lemon to coo lightly.

"Ooh, Amon has some moves." Lemon joked quietly, still reveling in the shivers he had just sent up her back.

"Yes, my repertoire extends beyond 'attack face'." Amon gently bopped Lemon on the nose before standing up as the bus slowed down. He offered Lemon a hand up, which she brushed aside, sticking her abused tongue out at him. They stepped off the bus as the door opened, and Lemon wrapped an arm around Amon's back. He followed suit.

"Where to, Lemon?" She shrugged, her hand running up and down Amon's side as they walked toward nowhere in particular.

"Wherever, dude. Coffee? Want to get something to eat?" Amon pondered this for a second. He drummed his fingers on Lemon's side absently, not noticing that she was developing a hitch in her step.

"Coffee sounds good. I'm kinda on a diet." Lemon snorted at that, and Amon grimaced at the prospect of having to, yet again, explain his dietary needs to someone.

"You're on a diet? What kinda guy goes on diets?" Amon frowned down at Lemon, at the same time noticing that she was actually fairly short. Sure, he’d noticed it it before, but with her right next to him like this, he was able to make a real comparison without her larger-than-life personality skewing his perceptions.

"The athletic kind, that needs to carbo-load, which is kind of gross to watch." Amon figured he actually had almost a foot on Lemon. She couldn’t be much over five feet tall, and he was just over six. 'There's a lot of power packed into that little frame, though.' Amon thought to himself with a grin.

"Amon, I outran you, and you're on the track team. Doesn't that give you a fair idea that I'm something of a sporto, too?" Lemon said, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Amon blinked, the gears turning in his head before he slowly nodded.

"Well, sure, nobody runs like you do without training. Honestly it just hadn't clicked. You run for Crystal Prep?" Lemon's step faltered for a second, and Amon unconsciously shifted his arm to support her. Lemon's gait straightened out, and Amon returned to absently drumming his fingers on her side as they walked.

After a few blocks of silence, Amon noticed Lemon hadn't answered his question, and looked down at her curiously. She was beet red, and seemed to be breathing a bit heavily. Her steps were a little shaky, too. Slightly alarmed, Amon stopped walking, bringing Lemon up short.

"Lemon, are you ok? You look like you have a fever or something..." Lemon looked up at Amon. Her eyes were a little hazy, but her lips quirked up at the corners as she ran her arm up and down his side a few times before responding.

"Just enjoying the walk, and the company, Amon." As she said this she bit her lip slightly, and the expression was enough to melt Amon’s heart, even if he didn’t know the cause.

'Huh.' Amon wasn’t sure what to make of it all, and his nervous finger drumming sped up in perturbation. Lemon shuddered slightly and bit her lip harder. Amon was surprised she hadn't drawn blood yet. Turning toward her, he put his hands on her shoulders, which caused a disappointed look to flit across her face.

"Okay, tell me what's wrong, Lemon." Lemon sighed, fists going to her hips as she gave Amon a slightly vexed look.

"Nothing's wrong Amon, you've just been drumming your fingers on my tit for the last ten minutes." Amon gaped at her. He even went so far as to turn her to his side again before reaching back around her and see where his hand ended up. 'How long are your arms, you fucking retard!'

Sure enough, When Amon circled his arm around Lemon’s back, his hand seemed to land just under her left breast. 'And when she stumbled, I shifted my grip on her. Up...' Amon’s face burst into crimson as he snatched his hand back, turning toward her again and struggling to meet her eyes.

"Wow, I am really, just, incredibly stupid. And sorry, very sorry." Amon wrung his hands nervously. His cruel, evil hands that would require punishment and purification after the vile acts one had committed. He tried to gauge Lemon’s reaction to his sins, but she just looked slightly exasperated.

"Dude, I told you nothing was wrong. I'm honestly more annoyed that you stopped than that you did it in the first place. So, back to funtimes walkies?" Lemon held out her arm to him while gesturing forward with the other, impatience clear on her face with a clear undercurrent of nervousness.

'I've known this girl for less than a day...' Amon pondered his options, which basically consisted of being a moral gentleman and refusing her request, or feeling up a nice girl that liked him. Surprisingly enough, it took longer than ten seconds for him to slowly reach back around Lemon and, well, not quite grab her tit. More, rest his hand on it. Lemon nodded purposefully, her cheeks flushing slightly being the only sign that she was even the smallest bit embarrassed, before digging into a pocket in her jacket and pulling out her iPod.

"Can I borrow your earbuds, Amon? We can listen to some music while we walk.” Amon shrugged carefully, reached into his pocket and disconnecting the earbuds from his iPod before pulling them out and starting to meticulously clean them on the hem of his shirt..

After about a minute of Amon trying to remove every molecule of earwax from the buds, Lemon growled and snatched them from him. She immediately ground them into her ears, twisting them around a bit before pulling one out and handing it to a startled Amon.

"There, now you can have ear cooties to go with the mouth and tit cooties you've already contracted from me. Sheesh." Lemon plugged the earbuds into her iPod, waited for Amon to gingerly put his in, then pressed play.

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

Amon found it incredibly difficult to keep walking normally now that he's realized every person he passes is watching him feel up a beaming Lemon. 'If we walk by a cop, is he gonna arrest us for public indecency or something?' His eyes darted from face to face as they passed people on the street, but instead of finding outrage, all he seemed to see were amused smiles or slightly embarrassed avertings of gazes. Lemon’s positively giddy presence pressed against him was also doing wonders in distracting him from the ridiculous situation he’d found himself in.

Amon eventually focused on the music, using it to drown out the many tiny voices in his head telling him this is not smart things he was doing here. Lemon, on the other hand, was more than happy to let Amon get focused on the music.

Mostly because he'd unconsciously picked out the drum line and had resumed his finger tapping. Lemon eventually led them to a Cafe she knew after what felt to Amon like walking across half the town. She steered them over to a booth, scooted in and pulled Amon in after her. He eyed the privacy curtain the booth had with an ominous feeling in his gut.

"So, what's good here, Lemon?" She gave him a sinister smile.

"The booth..."

Amon squirmed under her gaze as she leaned toward him, licking her lips and seeming to size him up like a prime cut of steak. He was ‘saved’ by a waitress walking over to the booth, giving Lemon a little wave while eyeing Amon.

The music in Amon's right ear stopped as Lemon leaned back, hitting the pause button with an exaggerated pout before she looked up at the waitress and smiled.

"Heya Lemon, Mister. What can I do ya for tonight?" The waitress asked after pulling a chewed up pencil out of the corner of her mouth and smacking her pad with it lightly. She looked to be in her mid twenties, freckles lightly dotting her face and smile lines faint around her eyes. Her dual-toned red and gold hair seemed a little frazzled, but Amon thought she looked confidently happy in her job.

'Tonight?' Amon finally noted what she’d actually said and pulled out his phone, the display reading six twenty-two. 'I didn't realize it was that late. We really must have walked halfway across town.'

"Hey Noon. This is Amon." Noon, as the waitress' name turned out to be, gave Amon another glance as the smile bloomed on her face. Crossing her arms and tapping her cheek with her pencil, she looked him up and down appraisingly.

"Oh ho, so this is Amon..." Noon murmured, her eyes sliding past him slightly as her smile turned into an amused smirk. Amon turned to Lemon as he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and saw she was making cease motions with her hand at Noon. He cocked an eyebrow at her as she gave him an embarrassed grin, but decided not to comment for now.

"Umm, just some menus for now, and waters?" She glanced at Amon questioningly after addressing Noon, who nodded.

"Sure thing dears, I'll be right back." Noon walked back toward the wait-station, leaving Lemon and Amon to themselves. Lemon fidgeted a bit before sliding a bit closer to Amon, who decided after a bit of thought and a slight blush that putting an arm around her wouldn't be a bad idea.

"So, I didn't think I was such a personage in this town that a waitress in a cafe I've never been in would know me by name..." Lemon squirmed before she looked up at Amon with a slightly worried look.

"Well, you see, about that..."

Another voice interjected suddenly, causing Lemon and Amon to look over to the entrance of the booth.

"So, Lemon, you finally got the Ponyville slag to notice you? What'd you do, flash him?"

Anon bristled at the mere sight of this girl. Dressed in a pristine Crystal Prep uniform, the expression on her face dripped venom directed partly at him, but mostly at Lemon. Amon looked back at Lemon for some kind of explanation, but the obviously shocked and dismayed look she was giving the girl made his mind up then and there..

"Nope, you can get right the fuck out of here." Anon said softly and started to slide out of the booth. He brushed off Lemon's halfhearted attempt to stop him. Sliding all the way out, he stepped in front of the new girl and put himself in between her and Lemon. He crosses his arms over his chest and glared at the girl, cutting her off as she started to say something else.

"Okay, I don't know who you are..." Amon started, and the girl smirked at him viciously, setting a hand daintily on her chest.

"Well, I'm-" Amon raises a hand to stop her from continuing. The look in his eyes seemed to give her pause, and she slowly closed her mouth, her posture becoming a bit more defensive.

"Sorry, let me rephrase that. I don't CARE who you are. You're upsetting my girlfriend. Go away." The girl looked at Amon, seemingly speechless. She obviously wasn’t used to being treated like this. 'Must be some kind of big shot at Crystal,' Amon reasoned, looking at a girl that, in his eyes, was rarely stymied in getting exactly what she wanted. Seeming to have gotten back a bit of her vitriol, the girl looked at Amon uncertainly.

"And what exactly are you going to do if I don't, Amon?" He shrugged before taking a step closer to the girl that somehow knew his name and loomed over her. He didn’t make any threatening gestures, just invaded her personal space and looked down at her with a bored expression.

"Simple. I'll remove you." Amon said flatly, his expression bland and unchanging as he stared the girl down. 'Poker face, Amon! Poker face time!' He knew he wasn’t actually going to lay a finger on this girl, but hopefully she wouldn’t figure that out.

"Y-you wouldn't d-d-dare!" The girl stammered out as she took an involuntary step backward. Amon matched her step, keeping right up on her as he started to glare. The girl’s eyes rounded as she took in his aggressive look, unable to find any cracks in the facade. Amon’s next words were the proverbial straw to the camel’s back.

"Try me."

With an audible eep, the girl turned tail and barely kept herself under a run as she left the Cafe, nearly running down a surprised Noon. Amon let out a relieved breath, cracked his neck to release the tension that had built up in it, and turned around to slip back into the booth with Lemon.

"That. Was. Awesome!" Lemon burst out as Amon moved back in next to her. He turned to her, giving her a tired look as he slumped down slightly.

"No it wasn't. I'd rather not browbeat a girl into fleeing in terror. Only reason I did was you seemed terrified of her. So, we're going to order some food, eat it, then you're going to explain why everyone seems to know who I am, and what that girl’s issue is." Lemon seemed to shrink in on herself, and Amon reached over to put an arm around her shoulder. This seemed to calm her down, and she looked back up at him with a grin on her face.

"So, I'm your girlfriend, now?" Amon's face instantly lit up in a blush. He hemmed and hawed as Lemon’s grin grew wider and wider. Rubbing the back of his neck, he finally managed to get out a few words with a guilty smile stubbornly etched into his features.

"Ah, well, you know, it uh, it sounded better that way..." Lemon cut Amon off by leaning up and kissing him. There was no unneeded force behind this one, and after a moment of surprise, Amon reciprocated, cupping Lemon's chin and pulling her in closer with his other arm. It was about at the point that Lemon started to straddle Amon's thigh that a polite cough brought the two back to reality. Breaking off the kiss with faces red with embarrassment, they both turned to see an uncomfortable looking Noon holding a pitcher of water and two glasses, menus tucked into the front of her apron.

"Ah, heh, hey there you two, I'll just leave these things here and come back when you're ready to order." Noon placed their waters and put the menus down in front of them, backing out and pointedly pulling the curtain shut behind her. Lemon glowed with shame as she slumped forward, her head hitting the table with a dull thud and a clatter of silverware.

"How could I forget the curtain? Half the restaurant probably saw me crawling all over yooooooouuuuu..." Lemon groaned out, slowly lifting her head to let it thump back down into the table a few times. Amon just shrugged before lightly patting her back a few times.

"Dinner and a show?" He picked up his menu and started looking through it casually, only to get whacked on the side of head by Lemon's. He turned toward her with a grin, seeing anger and amusement had replaced the shame she’d been so recently wallowing in.

"Not funny Amon, I like this cafe, I'd rather not get banned from it, dude." Amon nodded slowly, unable to keep a grin off his face as he picked out a few items from the menu. The selection was pretty good, but he wished there’d been some nutritional info next to the items. He’d just have to guess and hope he was hitting somewhere near his targets.

"You know what you're getting, Lemon?" She nodded. She knew the menu here by heart. Reaching over and pulling the curtain back, Amon caught Noon's eye. She made her way over, they ordered what seemed like enough food for a party of four and handed back their menus. Pulling her iPod out, Lemon offered an earbud to Amon, and he slipped it into his ear without protest. Lemon picked out another track and pressed play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOJ31hZcFYs

Amon pulled Lemon slowly down into his arms and she let him, her head laying against his chest as she let out a contented sigh. He was still surprised how easily he'd fallen into this state of casual intimacy with Lemon. 'I feel like we've been dating for weeks. I don't think I was ever this comfortable with my last girlfriend, and we dated for almost a year…’

Amon shifted uncomfortably at the thought. He knew that wasn’t a good thought to dwell on. He felt Lemon take one of his hands in her own and stroke it gently, and was glad when the sensation distracted him from his earlier thoughts.

"So, I've got a confession to make, Amon." He grunted, reaching up his free hand to stroke Lemon's hair absently. He felt a slight shudder from the girl pressed so tightly against him, followed by a pleased chuckle as she squeezed his hand.

"I figured as much. Let's wait until after we eat, though, okay? I don't know about you, but I could eat a horse right now.” Amon felt Lemon nod against his chest, and planted a quick kiss on the top of her head. After a few more minutes like this, their food arrived and they set to ravenously, after a bit of complaining from Lemon about not wanting to get up.

Eventually they finished the seemingly unhealthy amount of food, both slightly impressed with the others’ ability to put it away, and Noon came by to clear their plates.

"You two need some time, right darlin'?" Lemon nodded, smiling in thanks as Noon backed out of the booth space, closing the curtain behind her again. With a sigh, Lemon turned back to Amon, who was regarding her neutrally.

"So, what is it? Did we pull a Spotless Mind and erase each other from our memories or something?” Amon gave what he hoped was a calming smile to Lemon, who sputtered at the suggestion.

"Come on Amon, this is real life, not some movie." Lemon bit her lip, obviously unsure where to start, but eventually seemed to gather her courage.

"You remember that meet you had a while ago, where Misty fell and got a really bad sprain?" Amon thought back as Lemon looked at him pensively. ‘That had been, two months ago or so, right?’

"Sure, I blew my race ‘cause I decided it was more important to get Misty to the medical tent, and ran off the course to help her. I shaved about thirty seconds off the time it would've taken the medics to get her there.” Amon rolled his eyes at the futility of the gesture while Lemon nodded, scooting back over to Amon and laying her head on his shoulder. He slid an arm around her back and she settled into his side.

"Well, I was there. I was actually scouting for Crystal Prep, since that was yours and a couple other peoples' first meet. Anyway, I, umm, thought it was really cool how you just dropped what you were doing to go help Misty." Amon shrugged embarrassedly. He'd always considered that a bonehead move on his part. Rainbow had certainly given him an earful about it. He shook the thought out of his head and focused back on Lemon.

"Okay, so you were scouting. People do it all the time. Nothing wrong with sizing up your opponents." Lemon sighed, and started to fidget nervously with her hands.

"Well, sure. Except I might have asked my Captain to scout Ponyville from then on. And, maybe I asked around to find out what you were like incognito at your school…” Amon chuckled a bit. Seems he'd made quite an impression, but Lemon wasn't done. "And maybe I followed you home from school one day to figure out what your bus schedule was. I MIGHT have done that. And I suppose it's possible I started getting on your bus one stop before yours. Just a couple days a week."

'Huh, I have a stalker. That's a first.' Amon shifted a little bit. He was suddenly slightly less comfortable with the casual intimacy he’d been praising earlier. He thought about it for a few moments while the girl in his arms seemed to twitch at the slightest movement he made. ‘Lemon hasn't stabbed me yet, or mentioned how my eyeballs will make an excellent addition to her mantle's collection….’ Amon decided after some deliberation to give her the benefit of the doubt. ‘Besides, I can’t deny I feel a real connection with her, not matter how strange it is or quickly it came about.’

"I guess I made a pretty good impression, huh? No big deal, Lemon." She immediately relaxed against him, her hands ceasing to fidget as she let out a pent up breath. Amon gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"Dude, that's a weight off my chest all right. I was kind of freakin' out about you thinking I was some crazy stalker bitch." Amon chuckled, deciding to get a little bit of the revenge he was plotting for her right off the bat. He might have forgiven her behavior, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her live it down so easily...

"Well, I don't think you're a bitch, anyway." Lemon whacked him on the thigh with a squawk, prompting a few hearty chuckles.

"Hardy har, Amon, laugh it up. So, yeah, during my slightly stalkerish pursuit of you, I might have talked you up to like, everybody I know?" Lemon blushed lightly, and turned away from Amon in embarrassment. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head again, and Lemon chuckled in that sultry tone before continuing.

"So, yeah, I might have been giving my friends an earful about my many, and I repeat, many attempts to get you to notice me. Seriously, Amon, you can be so dense I'm surprised things don't get sucked into orbit around you." Amon just gave her a cocky grin.

"Didn't you?" Amon threw an arm out and puffed up his chest, declaiming grandly. "Lo, and so it shall be that the Lemon is pulled from her lofty height into the depths by Amon's irresistible gravity!" He finished his proclamation by blowing a raspberry. Lemon stared at Amon for a moment before bursting out in laughter. He chuckled a bit himself. After a few seconds, Amon noticed that Lemon's laughter was breaking down into little hiccups. He put a hand under her chin, turning her to face him, and noticed there are tears on her cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong Lemon? Are you okay?" Lemon nodded quickly, hiccuping again slightly. She hastily knuckled the tears out of the corners of her eyes before looking back at him with a radiant smile.

"It's just, you know, I've been kind of obsessing over you for months. I've been thinking about what it'd be like to hang out with you, and talk with you, and kiss you..." Lemon trailed off for a moment, her face lighting up in a blush again. Amon looked down into her eyes, watching as little flecks of green seemed to swirl in the yellow pools.

"And chase me several blocks before tackling me to the ground?" Amon teased Lemon, earning himself another whack to the thigh but counting it well worth it as those eyes lit up.

"Hey, you have no idea how frustrating it all was, and then you finally talk to me, stick your whole foot in your mouth and try to scamper off like a stupid ninja." Lemon crossed her arms over her chest, huffing indignantly. "So I might've snapped a little. there was no way I was letting that be how our first interaction ended. You would've avoided me like the plague."

"...Aaand chasing me like a madwoman before tackling me would not make me do that?"
Amon noted quietly, but Lemon just smiled at him and winked. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his attention focused on what Lemon was saying as opposed to the feelings he felt stirring inside him.

"No, but kissing you wouldn't. Like I said, I was kind of freaking out. I guess my brain decided to bring out the big guns." Amon resists the urge to hum 'You give love a bad name'. Barely.

"Well, it certainly threw me for a loop." Lemon chuckled again, turning into Amon and hugging him from the side. He settled his arms around her back with a breathy sigh.

"I'm just happy, dude. This afternoon's like, dream come true style." Amon smiled, but his expression slipped a bit as he recalled a certain incident from earlier.

"Well, except for that queen bitch. You still haven't cleared that little mystery up." Lemon hugged Amon a little harder, and lay her head back on his chest with a sigh. Rubbing his back slowly, she stayed silent for a bit, seeming to take comfort in their closeness.

"I was getting to that.” Lemon said slowly, tipping her head back to look back into Amon’s eyes. “She's one of the popular girls at Crystal. I guess someone blabbed to her that I was trying to get with you, and she's been tormenting me about it ever since." Amon frowned furiously. Lemon blanched as he literally growled for a moment.

"More of this Crystal Prep vs. Ponyville bullshit?" Amon muttered, grinding his teeth slightly as the subject reared it’s ugly head again. ‘Is this really a thing? God, it’s so stupid it’s hurting my brain…’ His arms tightened unconsciously around Lemon, and she nuzzled back into his chest with a pleased murmur.

"To put it bluntly. She actually told me I was 'staining the crystal clean reputation of our school with your infatuation with that slag.' That's a direct quote," Lemon shook her head slightly in disbelief. "I swear, she's some kind of Nazi." Amon suddenly had a picture flit through his mind, the girl in a similarly perfectly pressed Nazi uniform, goose stepping and throwing out a sig heil. It seemed eerily fitting.

"So, now I've scared the piss out of the Nazi overlord of Crystal Prep? Should I warn my family? Watch out for the Sturmabteilung?" Amon joked, prompting a weak chuckle from Lemon. She pulled her head back and arched an eyebrow at him, amusement written across her face.

"I think you're safe from the death squads, Amon. A bunch of Crystal Prep kids beating up a Ponyville student would kinda clash with their holier than thou image." Amon considered this, and the fact that it still might not be a bad idea to keep his head on a swivel. "No, they'll probably just keep trying to browbeat me into not seeing you anymore."

"Oh, well, if that's all." Amon piped up, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey, I'm a tough girl, Amon. I'm not gonna let a few repressed bitches and their boy toys get to me." Lemon smiled up at Amon, reaching up a hand to brush his cheek. He returned the smile, grasped her hand in his and kissed her palm.

"So, the party line is 'Fuck you, get a life'? I'm down with that. Basically what I was going to say if anyone at Ponyville gives me shit." Lemon nodded, and cooed as Amon kissed her palm again. She reversed his grip on her hand, interlacing her fingers in his from the back before pulling their hands down and laying Amon's palm on her upper thigh. She squeezed his hand, unlaced her fingers from his and started rubbing his chest, her fingers slipping between the buttons to play along the sparsely haired flesh underneath.

"That's what I was hoping, dude." Lemon said huskily, her eyes simmering with heat as she looked up at Amon. The look wasn’t hard to read, and as Amon’s cheeks flushed with heat, there was only one thought that seemed clear in the jumbled mess his head had become.

‘Oh boy…’