Spitfire had never really found sentiment in stallions. For her, they were usually just a quick way to scratch that itch that never seemed to go away. And of course, she conveniently met the one stallion she never really bothered to pay attention to. That stallion kept mostly to himself, and had been a fellow member of the Wonderbolts with her for years. So it had to be that she would run into that very stallion when she least expected it. Turns out, the stallion she never bothered to befriend can act and talk just like any other pony. He also has feelings, and maybe a little thing for her. Of course their unplanned conversation—and her itch—would take them a little further than words.

( OLDFIC ALERT: I wrote this when I was 17, so please excuse... well yeah. )