Calendar Girls

February/ Adagio’s need

Adagio Dazzle looked at the mirror in front of her. Like her sisters she wasn’t growing older, or at least not growing older any faster. Their pendants did help feed their powers, but ultimately they were immortal. Of course she’d used her powers throughout the ages to simply coast by. It was insanely easy to get everything she, and her sisters, needed by more or less enthralling some poor mortal. If she would have realized that the gravy train with biscuit wheels would stop running she would have developed a trade of some kind, well something more than working in fast food or potentially doing porn.

She sighed as she looked at her sisters. Both Aria and Sonata knew why they were here. The house that Habitat for Humanity was going to build would be for them, and frankly she couldn’t wait to be in it. The beat up old trailer they were staying in was, as Aria called it, the worst. The one thing she did have going was the man she was dating. Like herself he was living with his siblings, and much like herself he was the only one bringing in any money at all. She smiled softly as she remembered their first date.

It was simple, just a couple of adults hanging out at an arcade, but it was enough. He’d actually scored enough tickets to get a cheap laptop, and then he handed it over to her. It wasn’t anything special, just some off brand laptop, but it had become a lifeline to her. The internet allowed her to be more than just some girl working at a burger and taco place. It let her gain a small following on social media, it allowed her to be adored, but honestly she really was happiest with his adoring of her. She looked at the swim suit she was wearing. Internally she groaned at the school based swimsuit she was wearing. It was Canterlot High colors, not that she ever wanted to be reminded of their failure there, and it fit incredibly well. She moved her hands down the sleek feeling of the one piece swimsuit, and she stopped her at her hips. Her hips were something she was proud of, although she honestly wished her breasts were a little bigger. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It had been quite awhile since the failure at the battle of the bands, but she still looked like a teenager. At least she looked eighteen instead of younger, but part of the problem was that her breasts were less than handfuls.

She glanced at Sonata and rolled her eyes. Somehow her sister managed to get the best of both worlds. The Taco Hut themed bikini she was wearing left little to the imagination, but it certainly showed off her sister’s curves.

She ran her fingers through her hair, and silently she gave a small word of thanks to whatever deity let the Mane and Tail shampoo Passive Voice had gotten for her. She thought about him for a moment, and no sooner had a slightly better mood graced her then Aria had to act out.

"Adagio, why do all three of us have to do this? I just want to go home!"

She growled inwardly at her sister.

"We've got to do this because it's a chance at a decent place to live! Unless your YouTube career is suddenly taking off you're going to suck it up, wear those cut off, show some under boob and pose for the stupid picture!"

Aria huffed and turned away from her. That was one of the constants with Aria. Adagio rolled her eyes, looked back at the mirror, and caught a glance of Aria studying a mirror of her own. She could see her sister turning, obviously trying to see if there was something she didn’t want to be seen that might show up in the picture. It was a moot point at best. Adagio closed her eyes knowing that Aria was exceptionally physically fit. She heard the door open, turned, and smiled softly as Passive Voice walked into the room. Before he managed to get to her Sonata wrapped him into a hug, and was asking if he had stopped to get tacos.

He treated her kindly, one of the things she had come to love about him. She listened as he explained that he couldn’t bring the tacos into the photo shoot, because they might everyone greasy, but after the shoot he didn’t mind stopping off by the Taco place Adagio didn’t work at. That was another reason she was so fond of him. He understood what it was like to work for a place that had no problem letting you know that if you didn’t get behind the counter and get to work don’t worry about coming in the next day.

He moved past her, walked up behind her, and wrapped her into a hug.

“Hey, you okay with this?”

She nodded, “Of course, it’s a house, a real one, and that’s a step in the right direction,” she said as she turned around and kissed him, “You’re going to move in still, right?”

He nodded, “Sure, I guess, but I don’t want to intrude.”

She shook her head, “You won’t be. The developer said it would be a four bedroom home, and I know that you won’t mind sharing with me.”

She leaned her head against his chest, “How's the classes going?"

She looked up to see a bright smile, and her heart felt like it skipped a beat.

"Better than good," he said, "You're talking to an official English teacher."

She hugged him and felt his own arms around her, "Crystal Prep hired me, and I should start in about a month."

She felt her shoulders relax. All of the weight she had been carrying, all of the stress, and finally there was some good news. She leaned against him, taking in his smell.

"You're still planning on going too, right?"

She nodded, "Absolutely, although I'm not sure about going into music."

She felt him run her back, "That's okay, but I know how much it means to you."

She was about to say something when she heard her name. She turned around and saw the photographer smiling.

"Ms Dazzle, ready?"

She nodded, "Passive, you want to watch?"

Walking into the studio she could see the pool, the raised area made to look like the beach, and she already knew what was going to be asked. She climbed on to the raised platform, looked seductively toward Passive, and bit her lip mischievously as she moved a hand from her hip to her right breast.

She let her finger draw a lazy circle around her covered nipple, letting it stand to attention, and then moved her strap down. She batted her eyes coyishly at Passive as she slowly stripped away the swimsuit. One benefit of being an immortal was learning that seduction didn’t change too much through the ages. Had she been with other lovers in the past, absolutely, but she hadn’t loved them. They hadn’t come at a point in her life where she was vulnerable enough to open herself up. Passive had, and thankfully he was a giving and generous lover.

It was for that reason alone she was throwing out every sign that practically dripped with sexuality. She finished removing the swimsuit, laying there bare, for the world, but mostly Passive, to see. As believed would happen the photographer had her pose so that she was mostly showing her back, ass, and looking over her shoulder. She blew a soft kiss toward Passive as the final click echoed.

“And that’s it. Fantastic, you can get dressed, and I’ll get the next model.”

She smiled at him, “So..”

He neared her, kissed her softly, and pulled her nude into a hug, “That was… Wow.”

“Maybe later we can do something like that again, if you don’t mind me sleeping over.”

He smiled, “I’d love for you to.”