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The day had progressed quickly after lunch and before Rainbow had even thought about it, the bell signaled the end of classes. Grateful to be leaving before her head exploded, she shoved her materials in her bag. A headache had been forming in her frontal lobe after dealing with everything that had happened today. And yet a feeling that the day was not over nagged at her.
Surprisingly, Rainbow found herself coming face to face with Spitfire in the hallway. Her co-captain was leaning against the row of lockers outside her classroom, arms crossed over her chest with one ankle crossed over the other. She looked bored.
Fixing the shoulder of her bag to keep it from digging her skin, Rainbow raised an eye brow and asked, "What are you doing?"
Spitfire made a face between confusion and disgust, pushing off the wall in a gentle sweep. "Waiting for you, what does it look it?" She held her hand out and gave Rainbow her trademark smirk.
Realizing that this relationship was completely different then her previous one, Rainbow decided it would take some time getting used to. She was never open around Applejack by waiting outside class for her or holding hands in public. With Spitfire, it didn't matter who was looking. She could act out how she felt and not worry if the wandering stares would send rumors out of the school.
Rainbow laughed quietly, taking Spitfire's hand in her own. "I didn't expect it. Are we going to play out the romantic side of this relationship and stalk each other?"
Together they started for the locker rooms.
"I wasn't stalking you. I have class next door remember?" Spitfire said, tugging Rainbow by their connected hands. When she was close enough, Spitfire unlocked their hold and threw her arm around Rainbow's shoulder. She felt an arm circle her waist from behind.
"I know, but maybe I was wishing you were," Rainbow said lightheartedly, relaxing in Spitfire's arm. Spitfire always did make her feel at ease, regardless of the situation.
People passing them starred, but the looks were not bothersome. It was actually kind of funny to see just how many people almost tripped watching them. A few people even gave a thumbs up or shouted a congratulations in passing, confirming that the news of their relationship had already spread the campus.
As they approached the locker rooms separated by a simple wall for men and women, Spitfire was forced to bring them to a halt right outside. Her name was called from down the hall, and a mop of blue hair caught her attention. Soarin came bounding down the hall within seconds, bumping fists with his best friend once he was close enough.
"Hey, glad I caught you," Soarin said, running a hand through his mane to calm his wild hair. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart from the jog. "You're going tonight, right?"
Spitfire shrugged, "Depends is it worth going?"
Soarin pulled out his phone to check his messages. Whatever he received must have been good news because a grin spread across his face. "Hell yeah it's worth it. Open bar and I just got Applejack to go with me," Soarin said and texted something back quickly.
Rainbow's shoulders tensed at the mention of her ex-girlfriends name, but otherwise she showed no signs of being bothered. If Spitfire had not been her co-captain for so long she would not have been able to catch the fact that Rainbow was biting the inside of her cheek. "Well that's great for you I guess, but I haven't even had time to ask her," Spitfire tilted her head at Rainbow, "So thanks for ruining surprise."
Soarin took on an apologetic expression. "Sorry, I didn't know."
Rolling her eyes, Spitfire took a deep breath and rubbed at her face with her free hand. "You ruin everything, but whatever, you want to go out to a party with me tonight Dash?"
Caught off guard from being lost in her own thoughts, Rainbow straightened up. She glanced from between Soarin to Spitfire, letting a smile take her lips. It had been awhile since she had been out anywhere, normally staying at her apartment with Applejack. The name tugged at her chest. "Do I actually have a choice?"
Spitfire did not miss a beat commenting back, "Not really, I'm mostly asking for show."
Rainbow rolled her eyes and shook her head with a light laugh. She should have been expecting a smartass comment. Regardless, two could play that game. "We both know you want me to come. Perhaps in more ways than one." She winked playfully and pulled out of the grip she was caught in, entering the locker room with a sway to her hips.
A predatory smirk lifted the corners of Spitfire's lips and a lustful gaze watched her go.
"You always get the good ones, even I'd tap that," Soarin commented offhandedly. It earned him a nice punch in the arm from Spitfire.
"Keep your eyes off her and stick with the girl you have," She snapped, glaring at her best friend. Soarin had his moments when it was questionable whether he was even an acquaintance to her, but most the time his friendship paid off.
Rubbing the sore spot on his arm with loving care, Soarin frowned. "Jeez, calm down. She's already yours."
"Yeah I know, and I plan to keep it that way," Spitfire replied, giving Soarin one of the most frightening looks he had ever seen. He feared that if he even so much as looked at Rainbow again, he would be missing his equipment later. Spitfire smiled and pat him lightly on the shoulder, knowing that her point was making its way into his head. Without another word she entered the woman's locker room, leaving Soarin to enter the men's.
Practice had been a complete failure and Rainbow had begun to wonder if her team had it in them to win the championships. The entire practice was one mistake after another, but Spitfire had given the team an encouraging pep talk that involved colorful words and yelling. If they couldn't win on talent, they would at least win on sheer fear of what would happen in they lost.
Rainbow was the last to enter the locker room. She had taken her time out on the field clearing her mind and enjoying the air. It was like her second home, the only place she could really take a moment for herself.
She didn't really glance around as she approached her locker, tugged off her captain's shirt, and threw it carelessly on the bench. Still clad in her basketball shorts and her sports bra, Rainbow sat down and allowed her head to fall into her hands. Her forehead was still damp from practice.
The silence of the locker room suddenly made her sick to her stomach. With nothing left to distract her, she was hit full-on by the sudden realization that she messed up the only solid relationship she had ever had. On top of that, she had leapt herself into a completely new one. Even the mere thought of her late lover caused her chest to constrict painfully. She had to force herself to suck in a breath and slowly release it. This was not how things were supposed to be.
"Are you alright?"
Rainbow jumped in shock, head snapping to the sound of the voice. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest and her clutched it out of habit, even though it did nothing to calm her. Her purple-pink eyes locked with golden orange and she hissed a breath out. "Shit, you scared me."
"Sorry, it wasn't my intention. I actually just came back to get you to sign this," Spitfire declared, holding a printed legal document out toward Rainbow. She also handed her a pen.
Without sparing a glance at the words, Rainbow scrawled her name across the co-captain line below Spitfire's. It was just another useless contract between the track and field team, and the school for the upcoming competition. Normally, she never looked at anything Spitfire handed her to sign and would simply trust her friend's opinion. She was a runner, not a lawyer.
"It's cool, here." Rainbow handed the paper back, but when she glanced up she could see that Spitfire was not looking her in the eye. She didn't have to follow the gaze to know where she was looking either. Self-consciously she crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you forget where my eyes are?"
Unashamed at being caught, Spitfire smirked. "No, I remember just fine. I just happen to find something more interesting to look at."
Rainbow flipped Spitfire off and stood up, digging through her locker to find the red shirt she had been wearing before practice. There was no time to regret the action as she was shoved face first against the lockers, followed shortly by Spitfire's lean body pressing against hers.
"Are you offering?" She breathed against the right side of Rainbow's neck, pulling her rainbow hair back to expose her tattoo. Spitfire pressed her lips to the mark.
Rainbow let her head tilt back onto Spitfire's left shoulder, exposing even more of her creamy skin. The close contact of another person felt good, but the fleeting thought of Applejack crossed her mind. The tattoo marking her neck was probably one of Applejack's favor spots to tease her, and it felt strange having the lips another pressed against the sensitive area.
"Spitfire," Rainbow warned, her eyes closing to half-mast. She could feel her body responding to the feathery touches her co-captain was creating on the sides of her torso, but they were in the locker room for crying out loud. Anyone could walk in.
These were the thoughts that Rainbow repeated in her mind as to why she wanted to stop. However, there was also a sudden feeling of wanting to cry that was attacking her. Deep down she could feel the sensation of loss building, but she pushed it as far as she could into the back of her mind. Applejack left her and she wasn't going to start walking about like an emotional mess. She was strong; she could handle the situation.
Rainbow took a calming breath to sooth her thoughts, and wiggled around in Spitfire's arms. Spitfire's hold was loose and it was easy for her to turn around, wrapping her long arms around her co-captains neck. Absentmindedly her fingers played with the strands of golden hair at the base, relishing in the feeling of being held. She needed to feel grounded and distract her mind from the ugly thoughts filling it.
It was unclear who made the first move, but Rainbow was almost positive that she was the one that had leaned forward to capture Spitfire's lips in a heated kiss. Her back was painfully jammed against the lockers and Spitfire wasted no time in molding their bodies together. She used the opportunity presented to explore Rainbow's, coaxing the others tongue to meet hers in a sly dance. She knew all too well that Rainbow was trying to find a distraction, and she would happily give her one hell of a diversion.
Any plans that had been brewing were put to a halt with a voice erupted through the locker room. Soarin was waiting outside impatiently.
"Hurry the fuck up or I'm coming in there," he hollered from his resting place directly outside of the locker room.
The two broke apart from their miniature battle, both panting lightly. Rainbow allowed her head to tilt back and thud against the lockers behind her, closing her eyes in an effort to calm her body. "You better hurry up. I think your watch dog is a little mad," she whispered. Rainbow's eyes opened enough to look at Spitfire as a grin spread across her lips.
Spitfire was not asmused by the interruption. "Yeah, well I'm sure he can wait a little longer," she paused, turning her head in the direction of the doorway and raised her voice. "You fucking take a step in this doorway and I'll give you something to cry about Soarin. Get lost, I'm busy."
Apparently not afraid of his friend's threats, Soarin poked his head around the corner. "What are you doing, having sex?" He could see the two from his spot and grinned, noticing Rainbow's half clothed state. He whistled a cat call. "Shit, maybe you are. Pardon my interruption. Continue." He winked and saluted the two girls before disappearing around the corner once more, the lingering sound of his combat boots confirming his departure.
Rainbow cleared her throat and untangled her arms. Spitfire knew the moment was over.
"So yeah, sorry about that," Rainbow said, suddenly feeling shy under the gaze of another. She managed to pull her shirt out of her locker and yanked it messily over her head, running her fingers through her hair afterwards in an effort to make it look decent.
Spitfire took a step back to offer a bit of space. Her face never lost the smug look that she was known for. "Sorry for what?"
"Whatever just happened right now. I jumped you and all you did was ask me out. I think I might have been jumping the gun."
Spitfire shrugged. "I didn't mind a thing, sweetheart." She closed the distance between them once more, forcing Rainbow to push herself back up against the lockers. She leaned in close, eyeing her prey with a sinfully delicious look. "I have been waiting long enough to get you to myself. And I won't bite, unless you want me too."
Rainbow could feel her cheeks heat up in a light blush and used her hands to push Spitfire back a little. "Not right now alright? I just need a little time to sort things out in my head."
"It's that little farm girl isn't it? You keep thinking about her."
Rainbow appeared appalled, "She's my girlfriend…well I mean she was anyway."
Skeptical as ever, Spitfire raised an eye brow, "Key term there is was. I don't approve of Soarin going against my advice to ask her out, but she was the one that said yes. Now you just need to look toward better prospects."
Looking to the side to avoid the eyes on her, Rainbow took a deep breath. The words were running though her mind and starting to bring the headache back. The words; those are what confused Rainbow the most and she voiced her disordered thoughts, "What do you mean he went against your advice?"
"I told you I knew about Applejack. I was the one you told him to stay away from her in the first place. Obviously that didn't work as expected," Spitfire explained, all the while reveling gleefully in the emotions surfacing on her new girlfriends face. She tried her best to put on a caring facade, "I may have wanted you for myself, but I didn't want to see you get hurt either."
Suddenly Rainbow could feel her anger returning, but she directed it all at Applejack. She could live her life however she wanted, but Rainbow was not going to be a part of it. That ship had sailed and although it was only that day, the mere thought made her want to scream.
Spitfire was here. Spitfire had chosen her out of the hundreds of other girls. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by for a girl who casually threw her aside.
"Your right and I'm just being emotional, which is so uncool," Rainbow said, making the first move to kiss Spitfire on the lips in a chaste kiss. "She doesn't matter. I'm with you now."
Pleased by the response, the golden haired girl smirked, "Damn right you are. So I'll pick you up at your house around nine tonight for the party? Don't forget. I'd hate to not have a date."
Nodding, Rainbow smiled. "Yeah, sounds good. I'll be ready."
After leaning in for a final kiss, Spitfire gathered the paperwork from the floor and started for the exit of the locker room. She paused before leaving. Turning around, she gave Rainbow a wink, "See ya tonight then."
She left moments later and a silence fell over the locker room. The only sound was a signal thud from Rainbow falling down on the bench and burying her face back in her hands. She could feel the sting of tears in the back of her eyes, but she refused to let her emotions overcome her.
Somehow keeping it all together was becoming harder than ever.
Applejack exited the library doors and waved a friendly goodbye to Twilight. Lately she had been falling behind in class with her mind elsewhere, and taking a friend up on the offer for help was increasing her chances of passing. She was terrible when it came to solving mathematical problems that had no real life meaning.
After one more friendly wave, Applejack fished her phone from her bag. Immediately her face lit in a gentle smile as she pressed the button on top and her smart phone screen buzzed to life. Her background screen was a picture of Rainbow and her that had been taken at the last party Pinkie Pie had thrown. It took only a few seconds for realization to set in and she quickly changed the screen to a picture of her sister, Appleboom.
She had a few text messages waiting for her and she was a little scared to look at them, but her worrying was thrown out when she opened her inbox. Rarity had set her a message of congratulation on her new prom date, and the rest were from Soarin himself. Apparently he liked texting a lot.
She briefly scrolled through the few text messages, having to smile at attitude of her new boyfriend. However, he was wondering where she was at and Applejack didn't know if she was ready to pretend everything was fine. She could still feel the lingering feeling of doubt sitting in the back of her mind.
Rainbow had always been hers- her lab partner, her best friend, her girlfriend, her everything- and now she wasn't even sure their friendship was still intact. It was funny how she was giving up everything to make Rainbow happy, yet she was letting her own feelings go. She could handle the pain and disappointment, but her ex-girlfriend was different. Rainbow was full of courage on the outside, but deeply needed someone to be there for her on the inside. Applejack just could not fill those shoes anymore, so she let the prize fall into the hands of Spitfire. And yet she was still debating this decision.
"Applejack, are you listening? Wait up!"
Jolted out of her wandering thoughts, Applejack turned in the direction of the voice. She made it all the way to the parking lot with her truck only few steps away, and the minute she saw the familiar face she wished she had walked a little faster. Soarin was standing right in front of her.
"Oh, hey there Soarin. What's got y'all in such a hurry?"
"I was trying to get your attention. Didn't you hear me calling you back there?" Soarin replied, coming to a complete stop in front of the girl, placing his hands in the front pockets of his khaki pants. The color complemented the bright yellow tee-shirt and royal blue Wonderbolt's jacket. A grin was firmly on his lips.
"Ah'm afraid not. Ah must have been thinkin' about somethin' else. Did ya need somethin'?"
"Not really. You just seem to be avoiding me and I wanted to see you. You are my girlfriend now, remember?"
Applejack blushed and fidgeted with the strap of her bag, "Ah haven't been tryin' to avoid ya. Ah just thought we'd be takin' this slow."
Soarin had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and instead smiled, "Yeah, your right. I wouldn't want to force you into anything. I just really like you. You're different."
"Thank ya Soarin', y'all are so sweet to ma. Ah really like ya too," Applejack replied, letting the sweet talk start to warm her heart. She took one of Soarin's hands in her own and pulled him a little closer to her. Not minding the affection, he responded by closing the distance between them quickly.
"You deserve it, AJ."
The nickname caused Applejack to clench her free hand around the strap of her bag, an action that did not go unnoticed by Soarin. He seemed mildly amused to cause a rise out of the girl, but kept his wandering thoughts to himself. He didn't have to dwell on the subject for long.
"Soarin, seriously?"
Soarin' was not surprised to hear the voice of his best friend behind him. Normally they were together at all times, including before and after school when Soarin would catch a lift in his friend's 1965 Chevy Impala. Soarin was in love with the car's custom navy blue paint job, with a yellow lightening blot strip down the middle. Which proudly depicted the colors of the state-wide known team, The Wonderbolt's.
"What's up Spit? I thought you were busy with Rainbow in the locker room." Soarin tilted his head in the direction of his friend. She did not look very pleased at the moment and Soarin was positive he was at fault.
"I was until you decided to show up," Spitfire finally cast a glance at the person standing to the side, connected to Soarin's hand. The minute their eyes met, a grin split onto Spitfire's face, "Oh, Applejack wasn't it? I didn't see you there."
Applejack had to force a smile to her face and spoke her words with the greatest amount of control, "Nice t' see ya Spitfire. Good luck with the championships comin' up."
"Thanks, but we don't need it. Not with Dash on our team."
Soarin turned his attention back to Applejack, "She means not with Dash on her team, y'know." He winked and smiled, but the joke just dug into Applejack's skin.
Applejack knew the context of his words and he wasn't just talking about the Wonderbolts. He was referring to Rainbow being on Spitfire's arm now, something that neither of them could have possibly known would have upset her. She calmed her emotions and forced a laughed, "Well congratulations on that as well. Everyone's been waitin' for it. There have been an awful lot of rumors goin' around as of late."
"Hm, I have heard of a few, but I suppose they're not rumors anymore. Seems even Soarin here found a girl today as well, congratulation on that," Spitfire replied, sounding a little too smug.
By the time the words had left the captains mouth, Applejack was subconsciously gripping Soarin's hand in a strong grip. He decided to step in before a cat fight ensued. "Thanks Spit, but hey, I need to talk to Applejack for a minute alone, alright? Give me like five."
Spitfire shrugged, having already had her fun. She could see the anger tensing Applejack's face, but she would let it fester until the party later that night. There was too much fun to be had. "Sure thing, I'll be at the car. See ya later princess." She gave Applejack a wicked smile as well as a wave over the shoulder as a parting gift, and took off toward her vehicle without waiting for a reply.
"Hey, what's got you so worked up? You're practically killing my hand."
Applejack snapped and realized the hold she had been keeping. Suddenly looking surprised she exclaimed, "Oh my, Ah'm so sorry. Ah must have been day dreamin' again."
"Don't let Spit get to you, AJ. She's a little rough around the edges, but she's good," Soarin said, pulling Applejack close. He surprised the country girl with a kiss, which sent a light blush to her cheeks. "She's my best friend. It would be nice if my girlfriend could get along with her. Isn't Rainbow yours? We can double date."
A smile actually made it to Applejacks lips, but it was somewhat depressed. "Ah've got nothin' against Spitfire. Ah reckin' ah can't be sayin' anything against my... Rainbow's choice, right? They'll be good fer each other."
"Yeah," Soarin trailed off, watching the variety of emotions running through the farmers eyes. Although he did not want the guilt to suddenly hit him, it did. He had to change the subject before he over thought the situation. "So anyway… about the party, should I pick you up around 9?"
"That's just fine with me, unless y'all want me to meet ya there."
Soarin laugh was deep, "No, I wouldn't be a proper date if I had my girl meeting me places, now would I? Sweet Apple Acres at nine, I'll be there."
Applejack smiled, "Why thank ya sugarcube. Ah'll see ya then alright? Ah best be getting' on ma way."
Soarin nodded and leaned in to capture the soft lips of his date once more and murmured his parting words, "Later, AJ." Then he smiled and waved, taking off in a light jog toward the other side of the parking lot. Spitfire was waiting patiently resting against the hood, texting on her phone.
Applejack took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was doing the right thing. Everything she had accomplished during the day had been for Rainbow's happiness, as well as her own. Yet she could not figure out why it hurt so badly.
Although it seemed like the day had barely moved an inch on the clock, Applejack found herself waiting on the front pouch of her house a little before nine o'clock. She was dressed casually in a pair of her light denim shorts that hugged her hips and a light orange tank top. A brown belt with a buckle clasp of an apple and a pair of brown leather boots completed her look.
It only took a few minutes before she could hear the sound of tires scratching on the ground and music flooding a loud speaker system. A large navy blue Ford F150 truck peeled down the road, coming to a halt directly in front of her house. The engine was cut and the music ceased before the driver's door was thrown open, and Soarin got out to pick up his date.
"This the guy y'all were talkin' about?" a voice questioned from the door way, Big Mac was standing there leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
Applejack glanced in the direction, having thought she was alone. She expected her big brother to make an appearance at some point. "Ya that's him. Be nice now, please."
"Eyup."
Soarin walked the pathway to the house and jogged up the few stairs, placing a smile on his face. He had barely changed from their meeting at school, choosing only to lose the Wonderbolt's jacket. However, the yellow shirt with the navy blue letters of his team down the side complimented his frame "Hey there, AJ. You look nice."
Applejack smiled, standing to meet her date politely. She had to lean slightly up on her tip-toes to meet Soarin's height, but was able to press a light kiss to his cheek. "You're sweet, thank ya," she said, turning to her head in the direction of her brother, "Soarin, this is my brother, Big Mac."
Stepping up the plate, Soarin took a step forward and held out his hand, "It's nice to meet you."
Big Mac returned the shake with a firm grip, giving the boy a once over. He definitely was not what he expected his sister to bring home. Still, he was not the worst thing. Like any concerned brother, he gave the boy a challenging stare. "Likewise, y'all treat ma sister good y'hear?"
"I will. I promise." They released their manly shake and Soarin returned to Applejack's side. "You ready?"
Rolling her eyes, Applejack stepped forward to give her brother a good-bye hug. One in which he readily returned. "Don't ya'll wait up now. Ah'll be home late."
"Eyup, ya have a nice time. Is Dash or one of yer other friend's gunna be around?"
Applejack grimaced lightly, but nodded all the same. "Ya, she'll be around. Probably all the others too."
Satisfied that his little sister was not going to be alone with some strange guy for the entire night, Big Mac shooed them off. He watched as Soarin held the passenger door open for her civilly, and returned to his side of the truck. Giving a final wave, he disappeared into the cab.
Once inside her started the engine again, music blaring to life. He quickly turned the sound down to a normal level, murmuring an apology for the sudden surprise. Normally he turned it down before getting out.
Applejack seemed unfazed and laughed, "Don't worry about it sugarcube. Dash always leaves mine all the way up. Drives me crazy."
Soarin merely watched the girl from the corner of his eyes, noticing the way her face lit up in a smile at the mention of his captain's name, and how it easily fell to a look of disappointment. He pulled the truck around to guide it back out of the farm land, letting a gentle silence fall over them until he reached the main road. Finally he chanced another glance at Applejack, finding her staring blankly out the passenger window.
"Dash and you are close, aren't you?" he braved, knowing the complete truth behind the situation.
Spitfire had told him everything she had known about the two and he had saw it as a fun game to hook up with the pretty blonde, but suddenly seeing such a pained look take Applejack's face made him second guess his actions. He had to force the thought away and remember that he was loyal to Spitfire, and emotions really were not his thing.
"Ah beg yer pardon?" Applejack asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.
"Nothing, just thinking out loud."
Although she was not convinced by the sudden change of topic, she did not push the subject either. It was going to be hard enough to look at Rainbow tonight, let alone talk about her as well. She was starting to debate if going to this party was such a great idea to begin with. Deciding it was better not to dwell on the subject, Applejack went for something to distract her.
"Y'all ask me t' this party, but never told me a thing about where it's at."
Soarin smirked, "One of my close friends. She actually lives down the street from Spitfire parents, but she's known how to throw a wicked party. Her parent's practically pay for the entire event."
"Ya don't say so," Applejack replied, noticing the view from the window starting to turn into the wealthier neighborhoods. It was to be expected if this girl lived down the street from Spitfire's parents, who actually had a great deal of money to blow.
"Yeah, but everyone's cool here. You'll fit in just fine and I doubt anyone will give any trouble being on my arm," Soarin added.
Sparing Soarin a glance, Applejack studied the side of his masculine face. Of course no one from their school would mess with her on Soarin's arm. The entire school was practically in love with every feature on his flawless body. How she managed to snag his attention was still even beyond her.
The truck was pulled alongside the curb outside of a fairly large house, vehicles lining the drive way and streets. Lights were flashing from the windows and music blaring even through the walls. A few people mingled around outside. Applejack had not even noticed that she had been staring until Soarin opened her door for her. He offered his hand to help her out. She accepted, stepping out.
As they approached the house, people started calling out to Soarin in a friendly hello. A few even asked who his hot date was, something that had Applejack blushing. He wasted no time in wrapping an arm around her shoulders, claiming her as his to the disappointment of others.
They entered the house to find more people scattered around, talking and drinking at their leisure. The flashing lights were coming from a different part of the house that had a DJ mixing tracks and a dance floor set up. Bodies were grinding and moving easily across it. The party had pretty much moved to every open area of the house.
A group of guys called Soarin over from the left and he pulled Applejack along with him. He then introduced her to the group, finding the stares of men sizing up her body. She felt like a piece of meat under their intense gaze, but she turned her attention to scanning the crowds of people. There were a few people she could recognize from classes or lunch, but even more that she had never seen before. Unfortunately, she could not stop herself from looking for Rainbow colored hair.
She didn't have to search for long because suddenly shouting erupted from the dining room and a group of people cat-called the person standing on the table, downing a large glass of amber liquid. She was wearing some skimpy denim shorts that showed off her lean legs, a black tank top that hugged every curve and a light blue shirt on top that came off both of her shoulders and ended right below her rib cage. Red Converses and Rainbow colored hair completed her outfit.
Immediately after chugging the glass, Rainbow passed it off to someone else and basked in the praise of the people around her. Spitfire was casually standing on one edge, holding her arms out to help the other girl down. Rainbow almost tripped as sign that she had been drinking, and giggled her way into Spitfire's arms. Of course she wasted to time in pulling Spitfire into a tongue battle as well.
Applejack grimaced, knowing just how bad Rainbow really was at holding her alcohol. They had partied a few times before and Rainbow was always the one to go down first nice and hard after only a few drinks. There was no telling just how much she had already consumed, but from the looks of it, Rainbow was not fairing to well. Spitfire seemed pleased with the situation and handed Rainbow another drink to down, followed by Rainbow clinging to her in some sexual way.
Her fist tightened into a ball and she bit the side of her lip. Girlfriend or not, she was not just going to stand around and let Rainbow be taken advantage of. Calmly she untangled herself from Soarin and murmured an 'I'll be back.' She crossed the room in a hurry, grabbing Rainbow's arm to pull her off of Spitfire.
"Dash, we need t' talk."
Rainbow seemed confused for a moment before the sudden recognition clicked. She wrapped her arms around the blonde girl's neck, drawing her in close. "Hey, AJ! What are ya doing here?"
Applejack had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Rainbow had always been a flirty drunk. "Dash, when did ya' git it into yer head that it was a good idea t' be gettin' wasted at a random party," she trailed off, raising her gaze to Spitfire, "with people y'all barely know."
Spitfire merely grinned, as if challenging her to do something about it.
Rainbow giggled, pushing her body up against Applejack in a seductive way. Her hands traveled over the farmer's shoulder, down her lean arms, and finally rested on her waist. "I know you, don't I?"
"Whoa Spit, control your girl. I think she's having a little too much fun with mine," Soarin added, finally managing to join the small group of people.
The words seemed to snap something in Rainbow and she pulled off of Applejack slowly, meeting her eyes. They stared for only a few seconds as Spitfire returned some smartass remark. Finally Rainbow pulled off as if she had been burned. She returned to Spitfire's side and allowed the girl to wrap an arm around her shoulders and she returned the favor with an arm around her waist. "Sorry Soarin, just having a little fun."
"Hey, no problem Dash," the boy replied, coming up to put his own arm around Applejack and finally claiming what was his. He could feel the farmer tense under the touch. "Now what do you say we get this party started?"
Spitfire shrugged, but her trademark smirk never left her lips, "What do you have in mind?"
"First, shots. Second, more shots. Third, let's fucking change this music. What the hell are they even playing?" Soarin asked. He turned his head in the direction of the DJ room, searching the crowd for a familiar face, and once he caught the eye contact of a friend, motioned for something else to be put on. The girl practically jumped over a few other guests to do what was asked of her.
During that time, Spitfire had also motioned to someone around the table to get them some shots going. The guy with the bottle had no problem doing whatever was asked of him for the girl, which told Applejack that Spitfire and Soarin both had a little bit of pull around this place.
Each of the four were handed a shot, Soarin downing his the minute it was in his hand and requesting a new one. Rainbow was following right behind him, the two entering into a drinking match without a verbal challenge. After two shots between the competitors, Applejack could not remain on the sidelines. She handed her only shot to Soarin and stepped forward.
Dash slammed her shot glass down on the table, suddenly feeling the effects of the alcohol rushing her system. She laughed at nothing and turned around, tripping, her face almost meeting the floor. Luckily, Applejack caught her in a tight grip before she could go anywhere.
"Dash, yer drinkin' t' much. Y'all are gunna end up on the floor," Applejack reasoned.
Rainbow was not amused with the eruption and pushed herself out of Applejack's grip. Anger was still brewing in the back of her mind, and although the alcohol helped to dull her senses, her emotions were still there. She looked Applejack right in the eyes, saying her words to hurt, "I don't think what I'm doing is your problem anymore, AJ. Back the fuck off."
To prove her point, she grabbed the shot Soarin was still holding and downed it, thrusting the empty glass at Applejack. The farmer managed to catch it before it fell to the floor, raising her gaze just in time to see Rainbow shrug her shoulders in a challenge. She almost looked like she was ready to fight.
Spitfire set her empty glass on the table and stepped in, pulling at Rainbow's forearm until the drunken girl messily turned around. "Hey calm down. Let it go." She wasn't surprised when Rainbow wrapped her arms around her neck and buried her face against it. Instead she merely wrapped her arms around Rainbow's waist and gave Soarin a knowing look.
"She's just a little drunk," Spitfire commented.
"Am not," Rainbow slurred, pulling off of Spitfire slowly. Her purple-pink eyes met gold, and a grin took her lips. She playfully leaned forward; pressing her lips to Spitfire's and nipped at her bottom lip all while pushing her body sensually against the other.
Spitfire was positive that if the night continued the way it was, Rainbow would be coming home with her. "I'm pretty sure if you drink anymore I'll be carrying your ass out of here."
Rainbow laughed, untangling herself. She could hear the challenge in the others voice, or at least she placed it there. "I'm fine, look at me? Do I look drunk?"
Applejack could not help the words leaving her mouth. "Ya look more than just drunk."
Rainbow turned around slowly. She merely watched Applejack for a few seconds, who seems intimidated by her gaze. The feeling did not last long as Rainbow stepped forward and grabbed Applejack by the arm, pulling her with her toward the bathroom.
"Give us a second!" she called over her shoulder, having to keep her hold strong on the struggling blonde girl. It was hard enough to keep her legs working properly.
Applejack found herself practically being thrown against the wall inside of the fairly large bathroom, followed shortly by Rainbow slamming the door and locking it. The light was flipped on and Rainbow had to lean against the sink counter to keep herself standing. Suddenly those shots were feeling like a bad idea.
"What the fuck is your problem? This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Rainbow spat, her gaze completely avoiding Applejack. Her anger was starting to take the best of her and she clenched her fists in order to distract her mind.
Applejack stood leaning against the wall with her left arm crossed over and her hand resting on her right elbow in a pose of insecurity. Her green eyed gaze never left her shoes. "Ah don't have a problem. Ah just don't want t' see ya get hurt."
A bitter laugh left Rainbow's mouth, "Are you being serious right now, AJ? You don't want to see me get hurt. YOU'RE the one who hurt me in the first place. What is this shit with Soarin all of a sudden?"
"Ah didn't mean t' hurt ya Dash," Applejack said, trying her best to stand up strong. Finally she allowed their eyes to meet, but that was an action she would later regret. Although anger was the prominent feature on Rainbow's face, she could see the pain brewing. "This is just somethin' we both had t' do. We can't be holdin' onto silly dreams that ain't goin' t' happen."
Rainbow pushed off the counter, slamming her hands into the wall on either side of Applejack's head. She leaned in close, their body's almost touching. "If you want to pretend like we were nothing then fine, but don't be trying to act like you have a say in what I do then."
"Dash…"
"I don't want to hear it, AJ. Just go back with Soarin, I'll go back to Spitfire, and we will never have to talk about this again."
She staggered back to the counter, having to grab it for support. It was clear that the conversation was over and Rainbow unlocked the door, opening it to find Soarin with his hand raised to knock. He seemed surprised.
"Oh hey, I just wanted to check on you too. Is everything alright?"
Rainbow snorted. "Yeah just great." She pushed her way past Soarin and went in search of Spitfire, who was standing only a few feet away. She welcomed Rainbow back to her side. Frankly, Rainbow was glad that she had the support. She was starting to feel dizzy.
Applejack exited next, locking her arm with Soarin's. She gave him her best smile to ward off the worry showing on his face, an action that did little to calm the doubt filling Soarin' mind. However, he pushed the thoughts aside in favor of changing the attitude of the people around him.
"There is way too much drama in this room right now. We need more alcohol."
"Take your pick. There's an open bar tonight," Spitfire replied, giving her best friend a sly smile.
"Hell yeah, let's get fucked up then," Soarin pumped a fist in the air and glanced at the group around him. His eyes paused on Rainbow, a grin splitting his face, "Aside from Dash. She's already pretty gone."
Rainbow flipped him off, "Yeah and I could still out drink you any day. Bring it Soarin."
Of course Soarin chanced a glance at his best friend, "What do ya think sister? Can she handle me?"
Spitfire shrugged, "I suppose we'll find out, Sweetheart. Dash has always had a strong side."
About twenty minutes later, Applejack found herself surrounded in a crowd of people watching the drinking match between the two. Most where cheering and shouting on opposite teams for their winner. So far, Rainbow was fairing nicely against her opponent, but her face was beginning to flush from intoxication. Soarin on the other hand was barely getting a buzz.
"Dash, I think we better call this. I really don't think Spitfire wants to carry your ass home tonight because you're about to pass out."
"Me... I- I'm fine. I feel… great," Rainbow slurred, finally letting her head rest on the table. She could feel the alcohol practically drowning her alive. Her hand tried to reach for another drink, but she reached too far to left and missed the glass completely. Deciding that she would take a loss this time, she gave Soarin a thumbs up. "On second thought… cool."
Soarin laughed and stood up from the chair, reaching over to give his opponent a nice slap on the back. "You did good Dash, next time."
Spitfire stepped in to care for the drunken girl on the table, which left Soarin free to find his date. He searched the crowd for the blonde haired girl, and upon finding her, guided her out of the area by her arm. Eventually they made it into the make-shift dance room, finding it less crowded with how many people were now passed out drunk.
"Care for a dance?" he asked politely, holding out a hand like a prince.
"Who says ah can dance?" she returned, taking his hand.
"Well I wouldn't want to take a girl to prom who can't dance, now would I?"
Soarin lead them out onto the crowded side of the dance floor, slipping in-between people to find a spot for them. He turned, pulling Applejack in close and placed his hand on her waist. She responded by casually allowing hers to work their way around his neck. Applejack might have been playing cute, but there were two things she knew for sure: apple picking and how to dance.
The last song faded out and a new one started. Applejack did not miss a beat in sliding her body up against her boyfriend's, although the feeling was completely different than dancing with Rainbow. Soarin' had well defined muscles and a hard exterior, where Rainbow was soft and feminine features. It had been quite some time since she had a male partner to grind up against and the feeling was distracting. She figured she might at least have a little fun while going out and just let go.
Soarin was surprised by her sudden enthusiastic dancing, but it did not taken him long to catch her rhythm and match it with his own moves. Together they moved easily, and Applejack even turned it up a notch by turning herself around and pressing her back to Soarin's chest. He leaned down to press his lips to her neck and Applejack raised as hand to curl around the base of his.
As quickly as he mind had been put to easy by the distraction, the moment her eyes caught the familiar hair, it all rushed back. Of course Rainbow would pick such a great time to drag Spitfire out onto the dance floor, pressing every inch of her lean runner's body against that of her co-captain. Furthermore, Spitfire did not seem to mind letting her hands slipping a little too low or her actions become a little too provocative.
She watched as Rainbow leaned in and whispered something, a devilish smile taking her features. Whatever was said, Spitfire was looking more than just pleased and she nodded in return, saying something that couldn't be heard over the music. Suddenly she was looking around until her eyes locked with Soarin and she motioned toward the door. Applejack saw Soarin nod in understanding.
Rainbow locked eyes with Applejack and smiled, giving a little wave in her intoxicated state that was nothing more than to rile her up. She then took hold of one of Spitfire's hands and led her through the crowd and toward the door. They exited together.
"Are you alright?" Soarin asked over the music in her ear.
Although she wasn't completely sure at the moment, Applejack told herself that this was the right thing to do. She turned in the grip, leaning toward Soarin's ear. "I'm just fine, sugarcube."
She pushed any negative feeling as far back as she could and pressed her lips against Soarin's to seal the deal. Deep down she had the nagging feeling that all she was doing was running in circles.
The old school 1965 Chevy Impala pulled into the parking spot of the owners two bedroom condo, the engine dying only seconds later. It was a wonder that they hadn't been pulled over, but Spitfire was glad that she did have to deal with the police while technically under the influence. Rainbow was smashed enough for the both of them, but she played it off well.
They both exited their respective doors around the same time, except Rainbow shut hers and leaned against it. Spitfire had to do the work of walking around to stand in front, watching the way the rainbow color haired girl crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the ground.
"Dash, are you sure you don't want me to take you home?" Spitfire questioned, although her mind was telling her to not even ask.
Rainbow shook her head, turning her attention to glance up at the large condo. She had been to Spitfire's before and knew that she lived with Soarin in the place their parents provided for them. This knowledge made her realize that once she set foot inside the front door, there would be no going back.
The alcohol was making it too hard to think logically and she merely pushed off the car. Spitfire latched onto her to make sure she didn't fall on the way to the door and somehow managed to unlock it while holding onto her. They entered together and Spitfire threw her keys into a bowl waiting by the door, kicking said door closed with her foot.
It wasn't a second before the door clicked shut that Rainbow slammed Spitfire's back into the hard wood. While her victim was caught in the moment of surprise, Rainbow easily initiated a deep kiss and pressed her body flush against the other. It only took her co-captain a few seconds to return the heated kiss, claiming her dominance by shoving Rainbow into the wall next to the door and reuniting their bodies together.
Rainbow growled lightly in her throat, but accepted her position and wrapped her arms around Spitfire's neck, tilting her head in a better angle to let her tongue slip out and graze over Spitfire's bottom lip. This lead to a teasing battle between tongues, one in which Rainbow came out as the loser. She never realized Spitfire was so talented in the kissing department.
They broke apart with light panting to their breaths, but Rainbow was obviously impatient in her drunken state. Within seconds her hands started fumbling with the scarf-like material wrapped around Spitfire's neck, pulling the offending material away. Her hands managed to unclasp one of the buttons of her top before Spitfire pulled Rainbow off of the wall, instead slamming her against the little table by the door. She pushed everything off of it to clear a space for Rainbow to sit, ignoring the sound of the bowl shattering on the floor. They were kissing again.
Spitfire's hands moved in to mess with the clasp of Rainbow's denim shorts, tugging the zipper down tooth by tooth at a mischievously slow place. Rainbow seemed bothered by the playfully attitude and simply started pushing the shorts off of her hips, an action that incited Spitfire to practically rip them off. Rainbow wrapped her long legs around her co-captain for support and went to work on ridding Spitfire of her top. To her dismay, she found a bra underneath and threw the top in a random direction.
"Don't you think you're a little impatient?" Spitfire murmured against Rainbow's lips, letting a smile tug at the corners. She never thought she would have Rainbow in her house, half naked in her living room.
"Stop talking and help me get my clothes off," Rainbow whispered back, being just as playful. She was tugging at the belt around Spitfire's waist, loosening the clasp and pulling the dark brown leather belt from the loops. "I seem to be doing all the work here."
Not having to be told twice, Spitfire tugged at the bottom of Rainbow's black tank top giving notice to the girl to raise her arms. In only one move, Spitfire had swiftly left Rainbow was left in her black under garments. She could see the hungry look in Spitfire's eyes and leaned back against the wall, stretching her body out sensually. Her head was buzzing.
"Find something you like?"
Spitfire smirked, leaning down to tug at the laces of her boots. She was going to need to get them off before she could even consider taking the rest of her clothes off, and with the way Rainbow was acting, she definitely wanted them off. The boots were kicked aside and she leaned forward to kiss a trail from the top of her left bra cup all the way up her neck, an action that had Rainbow moaning.
"Yeah, I think I found something I more than just like," Spitfire whispered in her ear, voice down to a seductive rasp.
Rainbow bit the side of her lip in excitement, letting her hands travel over the smooth skin of Spitfire's shoulders. Her nailed dug lightly into her back to trace light marks across her skin. "Well then, I guess you better start showing me before I change my mind."
That was the only comment that Spitfire needed to pull Rainbow off of the side-table, and start in the direction of her bedroom upstairs. She kept a tight hold on the other girl, occasionally throwing her against the wall for a heated make out session. Although wasted, Rainbow was equally involved. It wasn't until they reached the bedroom that Rainbow stopped midway, although Spitfire tried to tug her in. She seemed frozen in her spot, her stomach suddenly starting to flip.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Spitfire asked.
She pushed down any emotions that she had been feeling. The alcohol had been doing a very nice job at hiding all of her fears. Rainbow set her mind, letting a smile take her lips. "Nothing, just never thought I'd find myself in your bed."
She finally entered the bedroom without any hesitation and wrapped her arms around Spitfire, starting another heated kiss. She kicked the door closed with her foot, signaling an end to her indecision. The only problem was she was unsure if she had made the right choice.