Though fear seemed determined to make her lose her nerve, Applejack still carried her eager companion gently up the stairs to the bedroom that awaited them, more worried about accidentally smacking Adagio’s beautiful head against the bannister than she was about her upcoming performance. For whatever reason, the Siren had allowed herself to be totally at her mercy; she had to return that trust in kind.

“You’re not even struggling. Just how strong are you?” Adagio asked, eyeing her partner’s form and perhaps imagining the strength bound within.

Applejack felt a faint heat tinge her features and she said nothing, though her nerves were quelled momentarily by the remark. She led a hard-working life, dealing with all sorts of heavy materials and containers. This petite woman was not a struggle in the slightest.

“It’s a bit dark- hold on.” Bringing Adagio closer to her form so as to free a hand, the farmgirl fumbled for the lightswitch and saw the soft glow of the lamp on her drawers come to life.

“Ooh, this is really nice,” Adagio remarked, taking in the simple surroundings as though genuinely delighted. Though largely unimpressive, the serene glow against aged wood and items turned the ancient farmstead into a comforting place, spacious areas turned small and safe for those within. “Waking up to you, in a place like this? I think I’d be in heaven.”

Applejack laughed at the statement as she gentle lowered her beautiful companion onto the bed and finding herself paused by the scene; an elegant, lovely woman with silken waves of hair that adorned a face of gold, gazing at her with those shining eyes that spoke of a sweetness the like she’d never seen before. At least, not directed at her. It was as though warmth was given physical form so as to better comfort, beckoning for her to fall into its embrace- teasing her with thoughts of a life like this forever.

But even still, she couldn’t quite shake reality. “I think we’d bore a girl like you before too long,” Applejack said once she’d recomposed herself. “It’s a quiet life, dirty- no glamour in sweatin’ all day.”

“But I might want a simple life,” Adagio teased, reaching up to bring her paramour close and onto the bed where the two could be together. “And I might really, really want you. All that glitz and glamour’s no fun when you’ve nobody special to spend it with. I’d rather leave it behind so I can be with my favorite girl.”

“But why would-”

“Oh, you still need convincing,” Adagio realized, those eyes becoming slits overflowing with mischief. “Guess I’ll just have to change your mind!”

“What-”

The kiss came before she could truly react and found herself lost in its passion so quickly that the young farmgirl’s words were pushed aside in favor of delighting in this treasured sensation. Oh, just how good Adagio felt! That smooth, sweet caress against her own flesh as they came together was enough to make the world melt away and be forgotten, words becoming lost as she only briefly parted to return once more with even further feeling. What on earth had her protests been? Applejack couldn’t quite remember, or even why she should care.

The sweet Siren departed slowly, treasuring the presence of the farmgirl’s lips for one last lingering moment before falling away. She took her time to separate, moving slowly so as to lure in her partner and further fall into the depths of this wondrous passion. But still, even still, Applejack found herself hesitating. Adagio was flawless and perfect, clearly experienced in this sensuous art; how could she hope to compare when she didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do? It would be an awful thing to be disappointing to someone so lovely, especially after all the kindness this golden woman had graced upon her tonight.

Perhaps it showed on her face, for she saw that hungering look on Adagio’s face change into a small smile. “I think you’re wearing too much,” she whispered, “Feel like showing off for me?”

The straw-haired blonde yearned to answer, yet hesitated even still. “And you’re sure?” She asked.

“Oh, most definitely.” Adagio’s shining eyes became slits of light in the dimmed room, gleaming bright with the hunger of anticipation. “Don’t keep me waiting when I need to see you this bad.”

“Al-alright. I guess.” Retreating from the object of her desire, Applejack began to pull at the buttons of her shirt with trembling fingers, suddenly struggling with an act so simple. She wondered about what lay beneath though she knew her own form by heart without even thinking. Was it adequate, even good enough? No one had ever seemed to need to know before and now this beautiful angel demanded to see her. Surely she couldn’t measure up. But still came the last button, a quick shimmy out of the sleeves, and only a simple bra remained between her and a measure of real nakedness. And after that-

“Oh.” As Applejack’s cover fell away, a strange fixation overtook the beautiful Siren as she took in her paramour’s appearance. Those freckles extended down beyond the facial features and down onto the breasts- but only just, small speckles dotting along the fatty outline before dissipating come the nipples. Not large, not small, yet shapely and lovely in their appearance; there was an artistry in the farmgirl’s form that was hidden beneath the outward expression of strength, naturally crafted without effort or alteration. And then came the joys just below: toned, capable muscle across the abdomen. Strength hidden just below the skin, with hardly an ounce of fat to speak of across to belie its power. Without even an ounce of effort, this beautiful farmgirl possessed a beauty of a different kind.

Adagio reached out to touch this newfound prize- slowly. A hand came to rest against those firm abs, a tentative press as though uncertain of their true firmness. But the longer her hand lay there, the more eager she became; her other hand came to join in the fun, a frolic across the body as she took in the whole form of this woman. “Wow,” she breathed, a small giggle within her voice as she traced fingers across muscle and breastflesh alike. “Oh wow. You are gorgeous, what are you hiding for?”

Gorgeous? That was a word reserved for genuinely beautiful people, not regular old people like herself. Applejack gave a start, flush-faced even though she adored the feel of this sweet girl’s fingers running over her form. “Don’t you think that describes you a little better?” She asked weakly.

“You are amazing.” The next kiss came swift, a fierce press against her lips as though Adagio couldn’t help herself. “Take off your jeans, I bet you look amazing naked. Come on, hurry!”

This sensation of hunger focusing upon her was definitely new. Never before had anyone seemed to want her so badly; was this still part of the act, just another portion of the Siren’s profession? Or, perhaps, was this a genuine desire of her own mind? Spurred by this swiftness of speech, Applejack struggled to free herself of the denim garment before at last tossing aside the cream-colored underwear beneath and letting the whole of her form breathe free in the open air.

“Oh my god, you look amazing,” Adagio proclaimed, fingers wrapping about Applejack’s wrists and pulling her back onto the bed before seeing her pushed down against the mattress-

The gasp came about from instinct; this sudden rush, and the force behind it! Before she could recapture breath there came the pressure of form wholly atop her, Adagio ensnaring her lips in a forceful kiss, flesh pressed deep with a potency that she had not yet known. Applejack didn’t intend it, but her hands came to rest against the Siren’s flawless features, holding her fast from the sheer delight of this union. How could she resist? But then came the relinquishment, Adagio pulling away from her partner- and bearing a look of consternation. The rush of cold horror she felt was instantaneous at the sight of it. I screwed up.

“Not enough,” Adagio muttered. A swift rise from her place atop the naked farmgirl, hands reaching to someplace behind her form and brining about a jingling sound. “Ooh, not anywhere near enough.”

“I’m sorr-”

“Don’t you dare- there!” The covering of gold across her chest fell away and Adagio’s breasts were freed, their magnificence no longer concealed and able to leave Applejack awed by their beauty. Surely this was only a vision, a mirage! No body could be that beautiful, no bosom that luscious and perfectly crafted- without the slightest flaw to be seen, utterly stunning! Even in her imagination she hadn’t been able to conceive of someone being this wonderfully beautiful.

“Whoa.”

“Now you better kiss me back this time!” Adagio didn’t waste a single moment returning to her partner, practically leaping atop those lips and kissing them madly, the hunger possessing her unleashed and put to action.

Applejack’s sensibility, what little there was of it, was lost in this newfound ecstasy. Even her first kiss from this beautiful being was nothing in comparison to this feeling. Each kiss before had been only a meeting of lips, one small portion of delicious flesh united together. But this was a full-bodied feeling, Adagio’s body grinding against her own as though it enhanced the pleasure of this simple, carnal passion. The young blonde, subject to this lavish assault of amorous affection, found her body reacting subconsciously to the feel of such a form upon her own; she hadn’t even known her nipples could harden like this! How could something feel this good, send such lightning through her bones? Her body was electric, fiery even. Inexperienced though she were, the urge to meet that fervor was impossible to resist; her own pressure came alive and met the Siren’s passions, a new shock of joy coming to life when she did so. The whole feel of it was heaven: the smooth warmth of Adagio’s lips against hers, the light tickling that came from her hair brushing across her skin, and the delectable scent of her body that permeated it all. Every inch of this Siren’s body was perfection.

Whoa now. A new sensation entered the fray, unexpected and enough to startle the farmgirl out of her daydream; slick, and damp against her lips, Applejack gave a start when she realized that Adagio’s tongue was stroking across her mouth, asking for entry. It was a strong sensation, more potent than the feel of her lips; the next kiss that she felt came with a caress, a single stroke through her hair that was almost a beckoning. Adagio was asking for further, yearning to intensify this moment. And when someone so beautiful asked, who was she to deny? Opening her mouth only a sliver was all it took for that slippery morsel to weave its way in and find its place, gentle strokes across her tongue like fire in her heart. Lathering and loving, the sensation of such a coated delicacy within her mouth was incredible and the farmgirl began to swoon at the touch. So tenderly did Adagio ply her way throughout her mouth, small pluckings here and there by that sweet muscle as she enjoyed her partner. Was- was she supposed to reciprocate, return this action in kind? Uncertain though she was, her own pink morsel found life and began to dance alongside its mate; slow, hesitant at first before becoming a twirling mesh of life and love that bound them all the more tightly together. Across every surface within her mouth did she feel that silken tongue, dripping with Adagio’s flavor, and loathe was she to let it not be enjoyed.

But every dance must come to a close; a slow, slobbery parting as the Siren retreated from her lover’s mouth, away from a kiss that Applejack yearned to continue. The thick band of spittle that tied their tongues together grew taut and severed, falling away into the ether as the desperate farmgirl struggled without that glorious presence. “Please don’t stop,” she murmured, hands coming to grip the sumptuous woman’s bottom and hold her in place atop her own form. “Can- I need you to keep kissing me.”

“Of course I will! Don’t you trust me?” Adagio teased. Her grasp fell upon Applejack’s wrists and guided them elsewhere, moving their grip away from below and to above. Settling them upon her spectacular bosoms, the Siren led her in a rhythmic motion, rubbing gently across nipple and breastflesh so as to grant pleasure for the both of them. “Does that feel good?”

“Uh-huh.” A breathless answer, the feel of those mounds within her grasp so natural and perfect. Her fingers could play with the nipple, caress and worship it; she didn’t know if she’d ever enjoy the feel of anything else!

“Good. Enjoy them as long as you want,” Adagio breathed, “while I enjoy you. Open wide…” A swift dive down and she was nestled atop her lover once more. But that gentle nature was now tossed aside, her kisses something wild as she ensnared Applejack in a liplock. Plundering the depths of her mouth, tongue luring out tongue until the farmgirl’s morsel was left stranded in the open air and alone- only for a moment as lips fell about it and began to suckle.

Oh my god-! What sort of kiss was this? Could anything even compare to it? Applejack gave a moan born from joy as Adagio plied her lips across the pink morsel, a joyous sucking of flesh as though it were candy. Deep, thorough sucks as flesh plied hungrily and relished this newfound treat. Ravenous could not even come close to describing them now, the two women becoming so wildly incensed by the other that all their lusts overcame any conscious thought. There was only the sensation of Adagio’s mouth worshipping her tongue, the feel of those breasts in hand as she played with their flesh, the sound of their coos and moans echoing across hardwood as they played and caressed and stroked one another-

She hadn’t even mean to do so when Applejack felt her body begin to move. Unbidden instinct kicked in and she raised her hips to buck against that of her partner, one rocking motion followed by another before her hungering mind took note of flesh grinding together. It hadn’t been on purpose, but how could she resist? Oh, just now she needed to feel Adagio all the more. It was all so perfect and yet not anywhere close enough! She had to have this Siren in every way- all at once! A long, harrowing cry from the depths of her very soul came to life and escaped her lavished lips, the plea she could not put into words given form.

Adagio, well-versed in such artistry, understood. One long, last suckling of tongue that lasted for only a second and yet for an eternity before falling away and letting her coated tongue dribble down upon her partner’s, the thirsting young woman below drinking deep of this outpouring for a little while longer. “Now how was that?” She asked, pushing herself off of the toned figure and taking a resting position.

“Amazing,” Applejack said weakly, her hands yet to relinquish their grip upon that lush body. Too afraid to let go, for if she released her then perhaps all of this moment would fall away. She couldn’t let her go, not when she so desperately needed this Siren’s body!

“Do you still trust me?”

“Yes!”

Those jeweled eyes gleamed more brightly than ever before. “Spread your legs. Just a little bit more, sweetheart- ooh, just like that.” Adagio’s eyes fell upon those glistening folds and took note of their heavy dampness. Untouched, unclaimed, sweet dribbling wonderfulness there for her to claim. “Now stay just like that-”

It happened so fast that Applejack didn’t know how she’d done it. One quick raise of her body and Adagio’s darkened panties disappeared, tossed onto the nearby chair and her body left totally bare. A cleanly shaven, pristine slit revealed itself and came to rest against its untrimmed mate, only the slightest brushing as the two kept a filament of distance in between. Legs entangled and became comfortable as the Siren took position, straddling the energized blonde. And then, in one swift motion, the two united again in the form of one long, slow rub.

The effect was instantaneous. A gasp, air caught and cast away as Applejack felt the sensation of sex upon sex. Her own wet form sang aloud its relief from even this singular motion, one stroke enough to see her given the smallest measure of relief. Never, ever before had she known anything could feel like this! The merest drop of this pleasure was like water on a burning tongue- and fuel for a fire.

“Did that feel good?” Adagio inquired, full well knowing the answer.

“Yeah.”

“And that was only the beginning.” Arms wrapped about that fit form and held her fast, the two pressed tightly together as she motioned for Applejack to follow suit. Around neck and waist, across torso did they wind together until not even the smallest gap could be found between them. “Just follow my lead, OK? Do exactly what I do.”

“Of course.”

That perfect face crinkled once more into a smile. “Good. Now you better kiss me!”

It was the finest feeling she’d ever known in all her life, and never again would she find its equal. Guided along by a maestro in the art, Applejack found herself happily awash in the joys of lovemaking. Inhibition saw no place, no restraint to be found in either beauty as they united at last. Each kiss was sensuous and sloppy, each cry that escaped them more wondrous than the songs of angels, each new grind more delightful than any pleasure that could ever be known! The feel of Adagio’s flawless folds brought hard against her own was wondrous, each new rub better than the last. Did this feel as good for the Siren as it did for her? She wanted to find ways to express her delight, to put this feeling into words- but what words could be adequate? Every press that came was a new joy, unique and beautiful all its own. Never could she know a way to describe it. All Applejack could do was meet that glorious woman with equal measure, cry out with what happiness she felt within, let her praises be sung aloud and bound with action. Adagio needed to know just how good this was. She just had to!

Then came a shudder; small, but new and born from beyond her own actions. What was happening to her now? This reaction was different- and growing stronger every time they came together again. Adagio seemed to feel it, the luscious woman intensifying her grinding and pressing her body all the more tightly against the freckled woman’s. Another grind, deep and slow- and the shudder was well on its way to becoming a quake. Applejack found herself struggling to reciprocate the outpouring, hampered by this new sensation. She had to keep pushing, keep this up- it felt amazing, a pleasure magnified all the more! She needed Adagio to feel the same, to struggle with such a delight! Oh, to feel like this, but she must keep on, keep grinding and feel that wondrous slit against hers evermore-

The great quaking turned into a crashing wave and Applejack broke beneath its force. Body giving a great heave, she grew taut and froze in its midst as orgasm consumed her senses. No more did tongue play upon her own, setting her lips free so as to allow the great cry to be loosed upon awaiting ears. It were as though a shot to the heart, lightning striking at the core of her very soul, and all Applejack could do was be shattered by its might. Never had she known anything of its like, and all brought about by this glorious, wonderful Siren. Adagio, sweet, perfect and beautiful Adagio-!

Her mind, white-hot with pleasure, began to cool. The rocking motion between them had slowed and would soon grind to a halt. Held fast in those loving arms, Applejack regained herself and saw Adagio gazing at her with delight, clearly proud at having brought about such a moment. “Sweet Applejack, have you never touched yourself before?”

“Only a little,” Applejack breathed. Air still came in heavy, struggling to regain control. Why worry about that when such a woman was here with her? “Not like that.”

“Aww, you saved yourself just for me,” Adagio said, kissing those exquisite lips in a slow caress as though grateful. “I hope I made it worth your while. You certainly deserve it.”

“You were- perfect!” Applejack replied. “I’ve never- did it feel like that for you? I know I don’t know much, but…”

Adagio, smiling all the same, simply gave a shrug. “Does it matter?”

“You better believe it does!” What overtook her was not shame, not even embarrassment. There was a desire alive within her now, all of it directed at Adagio. She needed her to feel the same, to be left gasping and breathless from the force of delight- and it done by her action! “What do you want me to do? Can I make you feel like that, too?”

Adagio’s smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by confusion. “What?”

“Just tell me what you want me to do. I- I’ll do my best,” Applejack said. She couldn’t let go of this angel, not when she needed to see this done. Inexperienced be damned, this had to happen! “Please, Adagio?”

The Siren was left flummoxed, uncertain of what to say only for the second time of the evening. This sudden force of will from her novice paramour was new, a power of her own making that had not been the woman’s intent. Applejack was demanding happiness for her, as though it would make the farmgirl herself happy also. Just how was she to answer?

“O- OK,” she said quietly. Taking hold of Applejack’s hand that lie about her waist, she guided down to her stained folds and gently placed it within. One finger, and then two dipped within and were staged for action, left motionless until they would be bidden to life. “Are- you’re sure?”

“Please,” Applejack whispered. “Let your favorite girl make you happy, too?” The thought that she might not be allowed to reciprocate, to act upon her feelings…

Adagio’s eyes held a strange mixture of emotions, too many for the farmgirl to distinguish which would win out. “This… it’s called fingering,” the Siren said, trying to regain her poise from this unexpected offering. “Just do what I tell you to, OK? Move how I tell you to, and where I tell you. It’s easy- for a girl like you.”

Applejack could only nod, heart beginning to pound once more. She’d never so badly needed to make someone happy before.

“Start curling your fingers- like that!”

Applejack knew she was a novice. Touching oneself was one thing, but eliciting that same sense of pleasure from another, one she had never known before? It should have been an impossible task- but Adagio was there to lead her on, a guiding light in this darkened world she had only just begun to explore. Slow and smooth was she at first, listening intently to the Siren’s instructions as fingers explored the viscous realms of her sex. One long stroke along the outer labia before sliding in between folds and finding undiscovered treasures. The longer she remained, the more slick her own fingers became. Adagio’s arousal from her touch –hers!- was beginning to take shape even as she could only do what was told of her.

“Go up- just a bit more!” Adagio said-

A slow slide upwards in the very center and Applejack found herself plunging deep, digits disappearing within glistening folds as she stroked along slicked skin that seemed to constrict and breathe at her touch-

“Now go about. Spread your fingers wide!”

Not a thing was being done to herself, yet Applejack found herself quivering with delight. The sight of Adagio beginning to struggle was gorgeous, a new fixation of beauty that she prized. She needed to see this woman brought to raptures, for a reason she could fathom but dared not to name. The stroking motion of her fingers began to intensify at the sight of it, a need of acceleration to-

“A little too fast! With your fingers, not your nails please!”

Or perhaps not. Applejack slowed her pace and returned to a gentle stroking rhythm, led this way and that by Adagio’s sounds and beckonings. She needed this woman to be happy, to sing aloud and enjoy a pleasure of her very own-

“That- ooh!” Adagio’s breath came in a sudden huff, a small start as a pair of fingers stroked across the edge of her very depths. “Again- do that again!”

She’d found what she was looking for. Applejack wasted no time in answering the call, Adagio’s sweet spot discovered and primed for ravishing. Again and again did the farmgirl find her center and see it massaged, rubbing deep even as she felt the gushing of fluid across her fingers. Adagio’s breath was starting to come in gasp, a small strain on her face as she held back the tide. Holding back? From that wellspring of happiness? It was too cruel to bear the sight, so Applejack’s free hand came to caress that glowing face and brought her in for a kiss, uniting the two by the lips and drinking deep-

A great, slickened plunge and the Siren gave a muffled cry. Body gave a great shudder and constricted about her partner’s form, an outpouring coming to life and crashing down with the strength of the tide. Applejack continued to pluck away within those now-flowing folds, but only gently. Adagio deserved a tender sensation, gratitude in each motion; that sweet spot was losing its potency but still she expressed her affections until the last tremble was no more, and the rush of life had come to a close.

Applejack departed from the Siren’s lips slowly, half-lidded eyes taking in her lover’s visage and finding herself delighted by what she saw. A dreamy, contented look upon Adagio’s face could be seen, a small wiggle of body as though moving to an unknown beat. There was rest there, relief, and though she could not be certain the farmgirl wanted to believe that this expression of emotion was not an act at all. A slow exhale and Adagio’s form was taut no longer, her beautiful head falling against Applejack’s shoulder for hope of rest.

It only lasted for a brief time, perhaps only a few seconds. But within her toned body raced a flurry of emotions made strong by this simple action. The feel of Adagio against her, even in such a thing as this, was something she hoped would last forever.

“Applejack?” Adagio breathed, words entering the world in a slow, soft tone. “You just might be the world’s most perfect lover.

Most perfect. The thought was delightful and ridiculous; she’d only just had sex for the first time and had simply followed Adagio’s instructions! The young woman began to laugh at the remark, soon finding herself joined in the action by the Siren’s own happy peal. But just enough of a difference was there for Applejack to notice that they might be laughing because of two different reasons.

“Come here, you sweet thing,” Adagio whispered, hand reaching up to stroke those freckles and find lips for a kiss, lips drinking deep over and over again at a gentle, loving pace. Their fires had become embers, cooled and little more than gentle feeling than any ravenous appetite.

When their passions had at last come to a close, the two rested against one another. Out of the corner of Applejack’s eye, the old clock on her nightstand caught her eye and spoke to the length of their rambunctious escapade. “Heaven’s sake, it’s late,” she muttered, giving herself a small stretch that was promptly met with a vicious soreness. And perhaps a particular pungent scent. “… I think I might smell.”

Adagio turned from her place upon her farmgirl and took note of the time herself. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” she remarked. Rising to her feet finding hardwood beneath them, the relaxed Siren gave her entire form a great stretch and let a sigh wisp through the room. “Ooh, that drive back is going to be terrible.”

“Drive ba- wait, what?” Applejack was jolted from her eased state as she realized Adagio was set on departure. “But it’s late! Come on, now.”

Adagio gave a half-smile and shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t intrude on my favorite girl’s hospitality forever, can I?” She said. “Thank you for everything, though.”

“But you…” She felt gutted by this swift decision, desperate to see it delayed. “Come on, I know it’s my fault there’s a mess but- you can get yourself a shower if you want. And- and you can- stay. The night, I mean.”

Adagio’s countenance broke for a moment. “But your family. They’ll- I don’t think they’d like me much and-”

“They ain’t coming back till Monday. And I don’t mind you staying over.” Applejack was firm on this, for what reason she didn’t want to really say just yet. “It’s- it’s alright, you know. I can even cook us some breakfast in the morning if you’re alright with that.”

Adagio glanced towards the threshold, then back at Applejack before looking back towards the stairs once more. She could easily see the mess they’d made on the bedcovers, the slick stains of viscous fluid that marked them both. And then there were those green eyes that seemed to bore into her soul, beseeching to do something so simple. A small laugh came as she said, “OK, then… for my favorite girl.”

Despite her reluctance, Adagio found herself in the shower first as the young farmgirl’s hospitality continued to win out. Though a mess she certainly was, Applejack strode through the house with only bare flesh as she commenced to seeing her partner’s needs met. A fresh towel set on the rack, and even a pair of pajamas from her own drawers that the Siren could wear in lieu of her barest lingerie. The comforter on the bed was thrown into the washroom to await its cleaning another day, too late into the night for it to receive any treatment.

When Applejack finished with her own hygiene, clean and certainly eager for rest, she returned to her bedroom to find the beautiful Siren sitting before the mirror with a hairbrush in hand. Well-kept curls demanded their immediate treatment after a thorough soaking, silken hair kept so by continued care. The warmth in her heart that had once been fire softened, little more than candleflame as she took in the beautiful woman’s appearance. It was something so simple, an action repeated in that very seat countless generations over. Just… Never one like her before, Applejack thought.

Adagio, sensing an audience, turned about and gave a smile at the sight of her companion. “Are you gonna sing me to sleep, too?” She asked. “Dinner and a movie, loving me up all night, a shower and fresh clothes… Applejack, you’re just too perfect.”

“Oh hush. Just doing what I should.”

Adagio shook her head, that countenance yet again showing a sign of fracture and revealing what lay beneath. “No, you’ve been way better than that. I really- you should believe me.”

It was an argument for another time, perhaps. “OK.” With little else to do but see her own hair untussled from the bidden rains, farmgirl and Siren saw themselves cared for and eventually beneath the sheets- clothed, tired, and eyes barely kept open.

“Are you this nice to all the girls?” Adagio asked as the other woman turned to click off the lamplight and leave them in darkness.

Applejack found herself glad she’d killed the lights. “I mean, I just… I’m not doing nothing special.”

“I knew it. You’re just too good for everyone. They all want you but don’t know how to say it,” Adagio giggled. “You’ve certainly convinced me.”

“Still set on being a trophy wife?”

“More than ever,” Adagio answered. “If only I knew how to convince you.”

The roll of her eyes could not be seen, but was felt all the same as the two women began to slip further and further away from the waking world. Slumber called to them, beckoned for them to rest, rejuvenate after a splendid night. The two began to shift about on the mattress, finding measures of comfort that would see them whisked away from this place and onto morning’s rise.

“Adagio?” Applejack’s voice was faint, soft even in this thick blackness.

“Mhm?”

“Is it alright if- can I do something real quick?”

“Anything.”

There was the sound of movement across and beneath bedsheets, followed by an unexpected sensation; arms came about the Siren’s form and held her. Not forceful or fierce, no great grip, but tenderly wrapping about her body and bringing the farmgirl’s taller figure closer in. “Is- is this OK?” Applejack inquired. She could breathe in Adagio this way, feel that heartbeat and the warmth she radiated. In this room, so easily bittered by cold in the darker months, she would be more welcome than ever before. But just to have her there in her arms…

A slow swallow, and a quiet intake of breath that was almost inaudible to the ear, within the shuddering sound of a wetness that did not recede even when she released the air within her lungs. Then came a shudder of form as her voice rose, perhaps held tight, to say, “Yeah. It’s OK.”

“Oh. Alright.” Applejack let her eyes fall closed, the feeling of this young woman in her arms against her as her own heartbeat began to slow; the heavy weight on her mind was beginning to overcome her senses. “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday, Applejack,” Adagio whispered, and for many hours after the only sound that could be heard was that of quiet, peaceful breath.

She’d always been the first to awake. No matter what world, what life, she always found the sunlight against her eyes before any other. Adagio glanced about the room that was not hers by any right, mind wondering about the time. How long had she lain here in this peaceful place? If such rest were to continue much longer, she might begin to believe that she belonged within it.

But we know better, don’t we?

The Siren checked the strength of Applejack’s grasp about her waist and found it had definitely loosened throughout the night. With little effort she’d be free and able to rise, so long as she did so carefully. Each movement came slowly, creeping across unsteady ground until she had put feet to hardwood and stood tall within the quiet bedroom.

Turning about, Adagio took in her partner’s serene expression, Applejack still fast asleep thanks to the wondrous exhaustion that had taken hold of her last night. She could count each freckle on her face, small marks of darkened starlight across a peaceful smile that so easily summoned one on her own visage. She really was lovely, Adagio thought. A natural loveliness that was made even stronger by the good heart that beat within her chest. Even last night, when it had been all about her, Applejack had tried to be the kindest hostess and companion she could be. She’d even offered bed and breakfast. You really shouldn’t be single, Adagio remarked silently. Whoever wins you over is gonna be the luckiest girl in the world.

It was time to go. Depart now, before any real awakening could occur that would see her stayed from where she really belonged. This place was too quiet, too peaceful, too happy for one such as her. After all, she’d come here because of a paycheck, not out of charity. Was that the kind of person that belonged here? Not a chance. Adagio had been able to fool herself for far too long, but recent years had been more than enough to shine the light on her true nature. Even if it had taken a million things going wrong and turning to cinders in front of her face, she knew what she was. After all, so many had told her so to her face.

A quiet exfiltration from the sleepwear she’d been gifted for the night- goodness, who would do something like that? Applejack had even made it sound like she could keep them if she so wished. But still she set them at the foot of the stairs, bare form clinging to her soiled clothes as she slipped into the raincoat that still lay on the ground in front of the door. All that was left was to grab her keys and be gone-

As her hand fell on the doorknob, a sudden protest rang strong in her mind. Why am I leaving? Adagio asked herself. You could stay. Didn’t she ask for you to stay for a little while longer? It was true enough. Applejack’s hospitality had extended to this morning, at the very least. She could stick around a little longer, maybe even enjoy herself. And she and that sweet farmgirl, they could…

What if you meant what you said? The words fell upon her in a deluge, stubborn pride fighting wildly against this overpowering desire. Stay here. You want this, stay here and don’t ever leave. Forget everything and leave it behind. You got treated like an actual PERSON, for gods’ sake. And she’s nice- not fake, not for show, but actually nice. So what if it really does end up being sort of boring? You could love that girl. You could be happy. Never in her life had she wanted anything so badly. Adagio’s hand, still held tight to the knob, began to loosen. She saw the mental image within her mind of she being the one at the oven, naked and there to surprise Applejack with a meal and good morning kiss. For once in her life, she could actually belong somewhere and not have to fight for the merest scrap of survival.

Since when do you deserve that? Did you even ever want it? The taunting voice that now rang in her mind was not of her own making, but familiar and snide all the same. You’re a monster. Always hungry, always ready to hurt someone for the sake of your own needs. Don’t you remember why you’re alone?

Those jeweled eyes gazed upwards towards the room she’d left, as though able to see the fair form within that beckoned for her to remain. She could still see so clearly what had come about by her own actions, and all the miserable horror that had swiftly followed. Was that what she wanted to happen to Applejack? When she most definitely deserved so much better? Does she deserve to have to deal with you? Not in a million years. After all… how much more blood do you want on your hands?

It was the argument that always won. Always saw her away, alone, kept hidden from the eyes of decent people. What she’d been reduced to was where she belonged- and no desire, no matter how strong, could ever change that. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Adagio whispered, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes. “I’ll miss you. Everyday.” But there was at least one thing she could still do, if only paper and pen would allow it.

In the bedroom above, instinct told Applejack’s mind that something was amiss. The world had become colder, the weight against her frame had dissipated. Just what had changed to her comfortable surroundings? When her eyes flitted open, she found herself alone in her bedroom- that was it? She was always alone in her bedroom, what sort of strangeness could she find in this?

And then she remembered. Adagio! The sound of the front door closing met her ears, soon followed by the sound of a car engine roaring to life.

She was gone before Applejack could even reach the front door, smashing it open only to see the rear end of a vehicle in the far distance that grew all the greater; she was gone. Gone, and not coming back, no matter how much she might plea. Had she done something wrong? Said something, maybe? There were so many uncertainties that couldn’t be answered by her own mind alone. All she could feel was a grief well mingled with shame; her mind still vulnerable and halfway in a dream, the farmgirl wondered if she might even cry.

A flutter of paper caught her eye as she turned back to the stairwell. A small sticky note had been put on the banister, waiting for her to find it. A flash of outstretched hand and she read:

You did nothing wrong. I promise, you didn’t. You’re too wonderful for that.

You deserve someone who’d actually make you happy. You don’t really know me or what I’ve done. You’d never believe me, but I’d hurt you eventually. I don’t want you to let me do that.

I hope you get everything you want in life.

Love, Adagio

Applejack bit her lip until it bled, but could not stop the droplets from falling down her cheeks. It had been so close! Only a few moments and she could have stopped this, said something to change her mind. But now she was gone, and she’d never get a chance-

“Wait a minute!” Adagio hadn’t shown up here by accident, had she? Someone knew where to find her, and that particular someone was somewhere in her group of friends. No matter what sort of rabbit trail she had to follow, Applejack was certain that she’d see it to the end, and she was going to start right now. Until she found that sweet Siren again, held her in her arms and kept her there forever, she would not cease. Because if there was anything she knew, more than apple or family or anything else in all the world, the beautiful farmgirl of Sweet Apple Acres most certainly knew one thing:

She was in love!

Author's Note

This is shameless, but I loved writing this. I haven't had this much fun writing something in ages, it's about time.
So that probably means no one'll read it and it gets shredded by downvotes. But hey.

Enjoy, I guess.