She felt better. Yes, all the misery, unhappiness, all the vicious aches and sorrow that had lain upon her bones for years were not quite ready to relinquish their grasp on her heart, but the weight of them felt bearable, even if only for a moment. Adagio didn’t know how long she and Rarity stood there together, she held in the arms of this beautiful thing that she called her friend. When the stinging in her eyes finally began to fade and the wetness that had taken its place had dried, she was able to find her voice.

“I’ll be fine.” Unbelievable. After all that.

“And you’re sure, darling?” Rarity’s voice remained soft, gentle like a caress on her skin.

“I think so.” She felt poisoned, slow and sickly. But Adagio still somehow knew it would fade in due time. “Thank you.”

“I’m happy to help.” Rarity released Adagio from her arms but did not fully let her free, tending to her hands and bringing the Siren to her gaze. “Please, if you… ever need a listening ear. I’ll be there for as long as you want me to be. I’d be glad to.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to be a bother.” Adagio wanted to take the offer so swiftly, but wondered if she should even dare.

“Of course! It’s what friends are for, isn’t it?” Rarity beamed proudly at the thought.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess they are.”

The last few photos that had been required were set aside for another day. Rarity examined a few other outfits that had been left untouched and dubbed them to be “more Fluttershy’s style than yours” before placing them on a separate rack in the back office. The two then worked peacefully in what little else needed to be done, hardly a word said between them that could be deemed unnecessary- yet each squeeze of a shoulder, each touch of a hand, and every smile somehow became critical. Especially to Adagio, who suddenly possessed a great need to display them.

“How about… Adagio, would you like to spend some time together this weekend?” Rarity asked her as they closed up shop some time later. “The night is still young now, if you feel like it.”

It was a delightful idea and she wanted to accept, but the weariness that had come from her emotional outburst wasn’t so easily cast aside. “I’d like to just get home for the day, honestly,” she admitted. “Thanks, though. I’ll take you up on that offer for this weekend.”

“Wonderful! I’ll be looking forward to it, darling!” Rarity cried, reaching out her arms and offering her friend a hug.

Adagio tried not to appear too eager in her acceptance, but her heart delighted in the warmth of the beautiful woman that embraced her. It was comfortable, and so very soft- enough that when they made to break apart, Adagio acted on instinct and kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh, my stars!”

Adagio’s heart sunk. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean- it just crept out!” She could feel herself blushing and wished she could evaporate into the dampness that permeated the air.

“It’s- it’s alright, darling! Just a little unexpected, that’s all!” Rarity remained gracious, smiling as she herself turned a faint pink. A moment of hesitation before she turned and placed her lips on Adagio’s cheek in return. “There! Now we’re even, aren’t we? I’ll see you tomorrow, dear!”

Adagio simply stood there in stunned silence, amazed that such a thing had even happened at all. She could still feel those soft lips on her skin.

“Ohmygosh, you’re going on a date!” Sonata’s delight at the sight of her sister dressing up for an evening out that didn’t evolve money was enough to set the young woman to squealing.

“No, I’m not, Sonata,” Adagio answered, very much wishing she was able to say the opposite. “Just me and Rarity going out for the night. Nothing special.”

“But are you going to try and make it special? I know you really like her, it’s super obvious whenever you talk about her!”

Adagio’s immediate inclination was to be angry, heaven knows it was the habit. Yet this time she let her blush play itself out, instead saying, “I don’t think so. I’d like to just relax. What about you? Are you going out with Pinkie and Sunset again?”

“Yeah! I think Pinkie wanted to meet up with you and Rarity for dinner sometime tonight, but I don’t know if she ever decided,” Sonata answered. “Hope to see you with your girlfriend before the night’s over!”

“She’s not my girlfriend, Sonata! Please, don’t say anything like that in front of her, OK?”

“Aw, now I know you really like her! You should kiss her and tell her how you feel before too long!” Sonata was gone in a flash before anything could be said in reply. She’s Pinkie Pie, but a thousand times more emotional. I don’t know how she doesn’t burst.

Adagio had struggled to find something decent to wear for the night. Rarity had suggested a visit to a local art gallery auction, a fitting thing for a young, up-and-coming socialite. Perhaps not so fitting for a former prostitute, whose best outfits typically were not ones that could be worn in decent company. She had been forced to rifle through nearly everything she owned before finding something that could be considered halfway suitable, and even it was questionable: a fairly skin-tight dress with an open back that was beautiful to behold, but likely not the perfect candidate for such a night among more formal company. Hope Rarity is gracious about it.

“Here, darling, and- and good heavens, aren’t you lovely tonight!” Rarity marveled at the sight of her friend’s appearance, the expression of surprise leaving Adagio not sure whether or not she had made the proper choice.

“I know it’s a bit much. I don’t really have a lot, of…” Adagio looked away from her resplendent face. “Truly appropriate attire.”

“And I thought I was wonderfully dressed! It looks marvelous on you, dear!” Rarity replied. “Why, I can hardly take my eyes off of you!” It was a gracious thing to say, Adagio regarding Rarity’s own outfit highly herself; a velvety red frock, the skirt falling to the knee and topped off by a pair of black heels that added to the fashionable appeal. Formal, yet flattering in all the ways it should be- and far more appropriate attire for the night!

“I- thanks.” Adagio took in her surroundings, finding herself surrounded by extreme wealth the likes of which she hadn’t seen in months upon months. More than one face, both man and woman, she recognized- and might have recognized her! “Are- are you sure I should be here?”

“What? Oh pish-posh, darling! No need to feel nervous!” Rarity said, taking the Siren by the arm and guiding her through the gallery without a care of who saw. “You belong here as much as I do, and don’t you forget it! Now come, there’s a particularly interesting part of the wing I think we’ll enjoy…”

Rarity wasn’t a fool, nor was she one to disregard a person’s emotions. Their journey to a less-populated portion of the exhibit had been a purposeful one, letting Adagio take some measure of ease in the night’s activities while also having a chance to enjoy herself. The art was quite nice, even if Adagio wasn’t quite sure what the whole point of the affair was. Rarity had more to say of value than she did, more thoughts and education in such matters. Adagio spent more time listening than she could have hoped to say in return.

“And here… why goodness, Adagio! I believe this one looks a great deal like you!”

The wavy-haired woman gave a start at the sight of the painting, realizing quite clearly that it indeed was her that had been depicted, albeit in a much more… sensuous form. The dress she wore in the painting was one that now hung gathering dust in her closet, she having worn it during a night spent entertaining some of the city elite. The work was well-made, though the whole thing left her feeling somewhat violated. The curves were exaggerated, her figure pushed to the far reaches of human beauty. She looked more like some creature of ethereal realms rather than anything human; the only part of the piece that seemed to truly be her was the crimson gleam in her gaze. She knew that feeling well.

“Adagio, it’s quite uncanny,” Rarity mused. “It’s lovely, and looks like you to a T- well, almost. The hair is shorter, and perhaps more embellished- I like the real you much better, far lovelier. Still, this is…”

“Can we go, please?” Adagio whispered hurriedly, she knowing a hammerfall was soon to come if they remained much longer. She wasn’t sure of who had made it but she had always tried to avoid allowing word of her work to be spread openly. If they had found the gall to make a painting of her, she would certainly be recognized her.

“Why, whatever- oh.” Rarity didn’t need any explanation for the discomfort that had spread like wildfire on her companion’s face, the coincidence not truly much of a coincidence at all. “Yes, of course we can, dear. Let me think… we’re well truly in downtown, why not we try and seek out something to eat? I know a lovely place we can dine- some jazz, a cocktail or some wine-”

“Yes, it sounds great, can we go now?” Adagio pressed, trying to stress her desire for a sudden departure just as a face that rung in her mind as something familiar- and was clearly extremely familiar in theirs. “Oh shit-”

“We can…” Rarity’s agreement came to a halt as she heard the sound of footsteps coming closer. Adagio felt a stir as she watched those graceful features take a hardened stance and the socialite turned from her friend to greet the newcomers who were clearly walking towards them with purpose in mind. “Yes! Are you the artist of this piece? It’s fantastic, my friend and I were just discussing it between ourselves.”

“Ma’am, I am sorry, but we must ask you and your- companion- to vacate the premises,” said the oldest of the group, a woman with a stony jaw and lidded eyes. “This is a distinguished gallery and we would not like the reputations of our honored guests to be tarnished by such company mingling in between them.”

“Why, what a thing to say!” Rarity cried, as though taken aback. “Why, she is my assistant and dear friend who has been of great help to me in my work! What on earth could you have against a designer and her friend, such as we are?”

“Ma’am, we do not wish to make a scene,” said one of the younger gentlemen, a middle-aged man with a thick moustache and sweat on his brow. “We will of course refund you for any purchases you may have made here, and then we will escort you-”

“Off the premises? As though we are a disruption?” Rarity’s tone was cordial, but growing ever icier with each word she spoke. “Your hopes not to make a scene have already failed. Trying to insult your patrons so brazenly!”

“Ma’am, your companion is- surely you must know she’s a prostitute! Such company here is not becoming of anyone- you look like you have some sense about you!”

“Oh, is that so?” Every word they had said to the young fashionista was having little impact on ending the conflict, and Adagio watched in growing desire as Rarity continued to fight back. “I wouldn’t have even thought such a thing if it were not for your remarks. She has been a dear friend and associate for many months now, so I find your remarks an insult to both her and myself! You should be ashamed of yourself, saying such slanderous things!”

“We’re not lying-”

“Is that so? And how would you be so certain as to the validity of your testimony?” Rarity challenged.

An opened mouth that was eager to explain suddenly went cold and snapped shut; eyes that had been blazing suddenly wanting to look everywhere but at the person who opposed them. Rarity had known full well what she was doing and had allowed the group of socialites to indict themselves.

“I see. Come, darling,” Rarity declared, taking Adagio by the hand and leading her off. “I believe such company is beneath us. We shall find other places to spend our time!”

Adagio could hardly hold back her thoughts and emotions at the scene, the feeling of Rarity’s hand in hers sending thrills though her body. It was a struggle not to leave another kiss on her cheek, if not do more.

The two women didn’t say a word as they exited the gallery and headed onwards, hailing a ride to their awaiting destination. Rarity remained polite in what little she had to say, but her voice seemed still eager to snap, the frostiness in her gaze nowhere closed to thawed. Adagio wasn’t sure whether or not to speak because she wasn’t certain if Rarity wasn’t the teensiest bit mad at her.

When they were at last seated, Adagio dared to break the silence. “Umm, Rarity, are you-”

“Not yet, darling!” Rarity said fiercely, hailing a passing waiter and saying, “Sazerac, please. As strong as you can make it!”

Adagio’s immediate inclination was torn between laughter and shock. It wasn’t a weak cocktail that Rarity had ordered at all. When the waiter turned to face her, she swiftly mumbled, “Uh- negroni, please.” Might as well join the party. “Rarity, can-”

“Just a minute, dear!” Rarity’s face was fiery, kept fueled by the intensity of her emotions. When at last she had her drink in hand, the elegant woman drained half its contents in what seemed like only a second. “Oh God help me, that’s better. Now… those inconsiderate, pompous, condemning gaggle of cockroaches!”

“Rarity, are you alright?” Adagio asked.

“I am furious, Adagio! How dare they come crawling up to us and act like that, and to insult you like that! Absolutely dreadful manners, I can hardly believe them!” Rarity was fuming, eyeing her glass with clear intent. “No manners, insulting, foul little people! How dare they!”

Adagio wished she could have been able to say anything else in reply, but the discomfort that lay on her shoulders wasn’t willing to let the moment slide and not be spoken of. “Rarity, they… Umm- look, they weren’t exactly wrong-”

“Oh yes they were, and don’t you forget it, darling!” Rarity fired back, still seething. “Maybe you were at one point, but you are most certainly not now! Not since you’ve been with me, and I will not allow you to see it any other way! I will not discuss this again, am I clear?”

Adagio could have crawled across the table and ravished Rarity right then and there. It was final, complete, and she wouldn’t see it any other way. She had, in a way that only Rarity could have found the means to manage, given Adagio a whole new identity to embrace and call her own.

“I’m sorry if I ruined the night’s fun,” Adagio muttered. “I promise I didn’t know.”

“Of course you couldn’t have, dearest! And you did no such thing, those- people are the ones who tried to demean you and they’re the only ones responsible. I am more than glad to be in the presence of such beautiful company, and-” Rarity seemed like she could have said more but instead promptly shut her mouth, a sudden flush overtaking her cheeks. When she had been able to compose herself, a small breath came to help her find control. “I am glad to be here with you, Adagio. Please do not forget it.”

Adagio smiled, taking a sip of her own drink as the rest of their night began as something else altogether, she grateful and glowing in the presence of such a wonderful friend who she wished was so much more.

Winter’s bane was fading. The cold months had done their worst and the sunshine was starting to become the norm once again, and along with it a chance for Adagio to chart a new course in life.

Her probation was over. She was actually free- it was just now the sort of freedom that she didn’t quite know what to do with. She had become extremely close with Rarity, her relationship with Sonata had been mended, and now there was nothing to tie her down to the life of old that she had left behind. Now the question was just what to do next.

“Well, what do you feel like doing, dear?” Rarity asked of her, the subject coming up as they worked together going over the pile of bills for the boutique. “I’d be more than happy to take you on as a partner here, if that’s something you’d like to try.”

“I could. I just…” Adagio frowned. She really didn’t want to rebuff Rarity’s offer, but wasn’t certain of it all the same. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hold you down!”

Rarity laughed at her words. “Darling, if I wanted you to hold me down, I wouldn’t ask nicely-”

She hadn’t actually heard that. “Wait, what?”

“You’re not an unintelligent woman,” Rarity said swiftly, “you certainly have been of great benefit to me here as an assistant.”

“Yes, but I haven’t done a thing as a business partner,” Adagio countered, guessing that she had indeed heard incorrectly. “I’m not really great with money or, you know, things like that. I know how people work and I… look pretty. It’s about all I’ve got.”

“Now don’t you try and sell yourself short,” Rarity admonished, “I will not have a lady such as you lie to yourself and your best friend. We know you have talent, it is just a matter of discerning where.”

“Yeah, but-” Adagio wasn’t certain what to say in return. “I don’t want to make it more difficult for you here. You’re successful, and you’ve done fine without me trying to give my input.”

“Hmm…” Rarity regarded her friend, her gaze piercing through just above the rims of her work glasses. “It’s certainly an idea… Adagio, have you ever tried any modeling?”

Adagio could have laughed aloud. “Not ever. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I know where to start,” Rarity replied, her face suddenly becoming aglow with the burning spark of an idea. “Goodness, why didn’t I think of this sooner? Come on, darling, to the dressing rooms!”

“Rarity-” Adagio sputtered in her protests as the desirous woman took her by the hand, practically dragging her away from their work to the awaiting dressing rooms. “It’s not a big deal, we can-”

“Never leave anything for later what you can do today!” Rarity was in a fever, whatever idea she had in her head not willing to let a single moment go to waste. “Oh, this will be wonderful! Take off your clothes, now!”

“What, like right now?”

“Yes, of course- oh, I mean in the dressing rooms!” Rarity added. “Now, wait there and I’ll bring you some things to wear! Trust me on this, my darling!”

Adagio had some mixed feelings about the whole thing that she couldn’t quite name, but when the first outfit was flung over the door, she merely complied and began to dress herself. It was a casual spring outfit, comfortable and bright-colored. When she let it lie on her skin, the lightness of it felt almost as though she was wearing nothing at all.

“Excellent, you look wonderful!” Rarity cried, rapturous at the sight of her friend. “Ooh, this will be so much fun! Now, we’re going to take a few photos of you in each outfit- build a portfolio, so to speak. Just pose as I say and we’ll be grand!”

“Rarity, I…” Who was she to pour cold water on such a fervent fire? “OK. I’ll trust you.”

Rarity beamed, and the two women set to work. Adagio couldn’t keep track of how many outfits she went through, or the number of poses the fashionista made her perform. It was strangely exhausting work, Adagio guessing it was the amount of time she had to spend standing up rather than being able to be at rest. She would have stopped far earlier, but she had no desire to spoil Rarity’s delighted mood, nor dim that smile. So she kept on.

“It’s a wonderful set, Adagio, don’t doubt that for a moment!” Rarity said. “Now, maybe just… one mo- hmm…”

“What is it?” Please be done, please just say we’re done. I’m tired here.

“Well, just one more, I think, darling. One more a bit different, than we’ll be done for the day. Can you stand one more?”

Adagio sighed. “Alright, one more.” She walked back to the dressing room and peeled away the dress that clung to her skin and looked down at her own clothing longingly-

A sudden lightweight sensation that fell on her shoulders-

“Hey!” she recoiled and let the clothing fall to the floor, and wasn’t quite sure he believed her senses when she took them in her grasp. “Uh, Rarity?”

“Yes, Adagio?” Her voice sounded a bit different.

“This is lingerie.” Very lacy lingerie, an intimate thing that seemed so out of character for the elegance of Rarity that Adagio wondered what was going on.

“I know. And it’s just an idea, you see,” Rarity explained. “Something a bit more intimate for- well, just in case. You never know, darling. Some companies wish to see people who can be comfortable in their skin.”

Adagio wasn’t quite sure of that, but what else was there to do but acquiesce? She was naked and then soon adorned in the most comfortable lingerie she had ever worn in her life, the feeling of silk on her skin something heavenly. It’s amazing.

“Oh my- you look- darling Adagio!” Rarity was quick to take what pictures she could, giving swift commands after each shutter. “A bit that way, dear. Lift your right leg up just a tinge- take a seat, now. Lift your arms, now! Blow a kiss, for the finale!”

When the last Click! had come, Adagio was exhausted. She wanted no more and would gladly put her foot down if it came to that. “I think we’re good now, Rarity.”

“Yes, yes of course,” Rarity said idly. “Darling, if you could only… you’re beautiful, Adagio. Simply breathtaking. You’ll be famous in no time.”

Adagio wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but the piercing gaze that Rarity beheld her with was something so very- well, different. There was struggle, and something else. She didn’t know what it was, not in Rarity’s eyes.

A day passed. Then more. The enjoyment Adagio had found in Rarity’s company had gone, a strange awkwardness between them that now permeated everything they did. Something had been altered that day, and she was not one to easily know what. She waited, hoping for this murkiness that had fallen on the boutique would fade, dissipate like mist in the morning, but still- nothing. Day were passing by now, and Adagio was beginning to wonder how long she could manage it.

Talk to her. Tell her how you feel. You think she’s kind, beautiful, and intelligent- in that order. Ask her if she’ll go out on a date with you, and see what happens from there. If no, then leave. If yes… Adagio didn’t have a plan for if she said yes.

She strode toward the boutique with a sense of purpose that morning, determined to end this misery once and for all. And at the very moment she entered through the door and caused the bell to ring, Rarity was there with an expression of absolute delight etched into every inch of her face. “Adagio, someone wants you!”

“What-”

“Look, dear! I sent off some of your photos to some modeling agencies, and here- one in Manehatten wants to sign you!” Rarity shook the letter in her friend’s face, taken hold of by her enthusiasm. “I told you, darling, I knew it wouldn’t be long! Oh, you’ll be on every front cover, you’ll be the poster girl for beauty the world over!”

Adagio took the letter from the overjoyed woman and took in its contents. Rarity hadn’t been kidding: the agency wanted her to come up to Manehatten by the end of the week to sign the contract and perform a professional shoot. It would be intensive, and last a few weeks. Then from there, who knew? She could only guess.

“See? You should have known, dear, I just knew it!” Rarity said, bouncing up and down in her enthused demeanor. “Now you’ll be famous and loved, and- and… Adagio, what’s wrong?”

She looked down at the letter some more, then turned to Rarity- then back to the letter again. “I don’t want to go,” she said in a soft voice.

Rarity’s eyes looked ready to bulge out of her skull. “What- what, but why? This is incredible, a dream come true! You’ll be famous, adored and loved-”

“But I’ll be alone again.”

“Don’t you worry, my darling, you’ll be able to make friends again! I’ve no doubts, you’re sure to be-”

“But they won’t be you,” Adagio said fiercely, a sudden thought coming into her mind and refusing to be ignored. “Rarity, come with me.”

“Adagio…”

“Come with me, or I won’t go. I don’t want to be anywhere without you,” Adagio insisted. She was struggling to hold back tears, desperate to keep this beautiful, patient women beside her. “Please, we’ll- I’ll only model your designs, whenever you want me to. I’ll be there whenever you ask, I’ll give you anything- I need you with me, Rarity, even if it’s just for a-”

Rarity took Adagio and didn’t let the next words fall, the Siren’s sentence crushed beneath the weight of a fervent, fierce kiss. The lips that pressed against her own were soft unlike anything she had felt before, the smoothness accented with a sweet taste that made her think of cherries, Rarity pressing against Adagio with such ferocity that she was swept up in the passion of the moment and took the fashionista deep into her arms.

Rarity broke away slowly, cradling the Siren’s beautiful face in her hands, their gazes meeting and allowing a smile to form. “I’ll be with you, darling,” Rarity whispered. “How could I resist for long?”

Adagio wanted to cry. She pushed away the overflowing emotion with a kiss of her own, unwilling to let Rarity move away as she kissed the beautiful women she had desired for months upon months over and over-

Rarity did not relent, reciprocating each kiss and twirl with a movement of her own, her own embrace about the woman tightening as each meeting of lips slowly intensified. The hunger couldn’t be sated in either of them, their fiery longing unquenchable, unable and unwilling to let any other moment satisfy when now at last they held each other. Rarity giggled, the sound muffled by Adagio’s lips finding hers endlessly-

Adagio wanted to melt away into the dreaminess of Rarity’s kiss. She pressed the woman against the front desk and held her there, her tongue slithering through the woman’s perfect lips and finding its pair, the two women allowing themselves to become entangled from within as they dealt blow after blow against one another as tongue caressed tongue-

Adagio could not be satisfied. She kissed deeper, she drew Rarity’s tongue out into the open and sucked upon it madly, delighting in the slickness and flavor that came with it. Rarity sighed aloud as her beautiful lover tended to her, the two women so deeply intertwined that one was hardly distinguishable from the other, hands stroking and feeling along curves and breasts and hems of clothing-

Rarity pulled herself away from the insatiable Siren at last, strings of saliva hanging between them from their ravenous kissing. Adagio gasped at the sudden withdrawal, wondering what she had done wrong-

“To my office!” Rarity hissed. She slid out from beneath Adagio’s grasp and went to lock the front doors in a rush before racing back and taking Adagio by the hand and leading her to the darkened office that awaited them both. With little hesitation she pushed aside all her papers and trappings and then threw Adagio atop it, falling upon her form and lavishing on the desperate Siren a cascade of kisses the likes of which she had never known before. Each press of lips was extraordinary; their meeting of tongues was magnificent. It was delight beyond all of Adagio’s hopes and dreams, and she hoped that the moment would never end.

“Undress yourself, darling,” Rarity whispered, pulling herself away from the lovestruck Siren’s magnificent tongue to whisper in her ear. “I want to see you…”

Adagio wasted no time in answering, throwing aside her blouse and revealing her bra-less chest, where beautiful breasts awaited their new lover. So soft, so lovely to behold, and Rarity knew it: pleasant kisses upon her nipples and set Adagio to squirming. She wanted, needed more of Rarity’s touch, everywhere she could manage. The sensations, intensified by longing, would not let her be-

Perhaps Rarity knew it, able to sense the woman’s growing fervor. Delicately she stripped Adagio free of any further clothing and pushed her legs gently open-

Adagio gave a gasp at the first touch; just there, a hint, a trace. Then a little more, growing ever stronger and going ever deeper. Rarity had started delicately, letting her work first be gentle as she plied away with perfectly placed lips and tonguework. A small nibble there, a deep swipe of tongue there, all of it putting Adagio into raptures. It was the satisfaction she had desired for so long now, delicately placed and sweetly given by this incredible woman for whom she had longed. She knew she was dribbling, struggling to hold back further- but why should she hold back? This was wanted, desired by both, a mutual lust. She allowed herself to relax and let Rarity’s intensifying gestures earn their reward with ease. The delight that coursed through her exquisite form was beautiful, and the fashionista did not hesitate to drink from the flow, lapping at the fluids that poured out from the Siren’s thoroughly ravished sex.

She lay there gasping, hardly daring to believe that any of what had transpired was little more than a dream. It was too perfect, too wonderful, too deeply wanted for it to be real. Yet when she saw Rarity’s face coming back to meet her own, she embraced the beautiful woman in a terrifically passionate kiss, sucking at her with a wild, unrelenting fierceness. They held each other for a time, letting Adagio’s gasps for air be covered by kisses and caresses, the two beautiful women content to rest there in each other’s embrace.

“Don’t ever leave me,” Adagio whispered. “If I’m ever alone again, I want to be alone with you. Please, Rarity…”

“Always, my darling Adagio,” Rarity said, sealing the promise with a kiss. “Do you really want me to go with you to Manehatten?”

“Yes! Please, come with me. We’ll spend every night together, like- like now, if you want to.”

“And how could I say no to that?” Rarity said with a giggle. “It’ll be our adventure.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive, my dear,” and another kiss as assurance. Adagio felt her wrist in the woman’s grasp, being gently led downwards. “Now don’t leave your lady waiting, Adagio. One good turn deserves another.”

Adagio gave a wicked grin and swiftly obliged, nimble fingers diving through clothing and into soaked panties, finding the object of her desire awaiting her presence. Her fingerwork was extraordinary, and before she had even pinned Rarity to the wall the poor fashionista was struggling to hold back the cries of her pleasure. Her eyes spoke to Adagio, beckoning the wild woman to go further, faster, to give her everything she could.

Adagio smiled, planting one last kiss on Rarity’s lips in the hopes that she would understand. It was only the first moment of what would be many, and the once-wayward Siren would be eagerly awaiting each and every one of them. Coming to her knees, she tore off Rarity’s skirt and set to work with magnificent skill, licking away at folds that were hers for the taking, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she set the beautiful woman that she now called her girlfriend to screaming.

Author's Note

Last Part. Didn't do as well as I'd hoped. Oh well. Shit happens.

Still taking suggestions from the crowd.

Gonna be a bit till a new story crops up. I'm tired.