Azure Edge

by Leaf Blade


195. Tastes Like Apples

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief.

She always did as soon as she heard the gentle snoring of her son, signaling that he was sound asleep and she could turn off ‘mom mode’ and just resume being regular ol’ Twilight Sparkle— and yes she was well aware that being in a constant state of lowkey tension and overprotectiveness when her son was around was an extremely unhealthy way to be, and she was working on it but that was beside the point!

Anyway.

She was more relieved than usual, because not only was her son snoring, so too was Trixie. And boy, was she ever snoring; like the sound of a chainsaw ripping through a tree trunk that just refused to give. But it was pleasant in its own way, a tender white noise that acted as a soothing backdrop for the waning hours of Twilight’s little slumber party, as she and Applejack were the only ones left awake.

With Spike cuddled up inside a pillow fort on the floor, and Trixie hogging up one of the two beds, that only left one free bed for either Applejack or Twilight to sleep in, so naturally Twilight planned to sleep on the gro—

“You comin’ to bed, hon?” Applejack asked, making space on the bed next to her and patting it down, Twilight’s blush probably lighting up the whole room as she fiddled awkward with the collar of her robes.

“Wh—uh—” Twilight stammered and bit down on her thumbnail. She couldn’t deny that sleeping next to Applejack would be, uh, something that she would enjoy doing, but—

But, well…

Um…

Actually, as she ran through it in her mind, she realized that she couldn’t come up with a valid reason not to. Applejack was offering, and Twilight wanted to accept, and that was that.

“Thank you, Applejack,” Twilight said as she sat down on the bed, slowly worming her way under the covers and getting comfortable.

“No problem, sweetheart,” Applejack chuckled and put her arm around Twilight, pulling her in for a hug. “Just let me know if you get too hot or somethin’. Last thing I want is for you to be uncomfy in your own bed.”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to worry about that,” Twilight purred as she let herself melt into Applejack’s embrace. “I couldn’t imagine being more comfortable.”

“That’s good to hear,” Applejack hummed, holding Twilight close enough that Twilight’s ears twitched from the feeling of Applejack’s breathing. “Cuz I’m feelin’ pretty comfy myself.”

“You were really amazing earlier, by the way,” Twilight said softly, trying to stop herself from smiling like a goof, but it was hard not to when she was around Applejack. “Helping me with Trixie and standing up for me and stuff.”

“I’m not so sure I’d call it ‘standing up for you’,” Applejack chuckled awkwardly. “Kinda felt like I was just tryin’ to dick measure with Trixie, so I apologize for that.”

“Oh, sure,” Twilight giggled. “But your heart was in the right place, and I know you were just looking out for me, so I appreciate that a lot.”

“Well, shucks hon,” Applejack smiled brightly, and Twilight bit her lip cuz she couldn’t stand how cute Applejack looked, “it was nothin’! Honestly, I should be heapin’ praise on you instead. Reachin’ out to Trixie like you did? I never could’ve done somethin’ like that, I’m way too stubborn. But it looks like it was the right call, so color me impressed.”

“Geez, Applejack,” Twilight stifled a giggle, “get off my dick already.”

Applejack laughed out loud, but then quickly covered her mouth once she realized how loud she was, and Twilight was trying just as hard to keep her laughter under control. Spike was still snoring though, so he didn’t wake up, and Trixie—

“Ugh, wuh?” Trixie sat up and looked over at Twilight and Applejack with glazed over eyes.

“Shhh, go to sleep, Trixie,” Twilight whispered, sitting up and looking over at her.

“Okay,” Trixie said drearily and flomped back onto her pillow, and her snoring resumed in the space of a single breath.

“’Get off my dick’,” Applejack chortled, sitting up on the bed. “Sheesh, Twi, the tongue on you, I swear.”

“Oh are you gonna wash my mouth out with soap, Applejack?” Twilight teased, lightly poking Applejack in the side.

“Just didn’t expect such a sweet gal to be so salty,” Applejack poked Twilight on the nose, and Twilight bit down a dorky smile. “Looks good on you though.”

“Anything looks good on me,” Twilight said, flicking a hand through her mane, and it almost escaped her notice that she was extremely channeling Rarity for a moment.

“Confidence sure does,” Applejack said, her cheeks turning a bright red.

“Oh?” Twilight fluttered her eyelashes and leaned in close to Applejack. “Am I making you all hot and bothered, Applejack?”

“A little, yeah,” Applejack said, and Twilight lurched back; she wasn’t expecting such a bluntly honest answer, but she supposed maybe she should’ve from Applejack. “Dunno what to tell ya, Twi. You’re hot.”

You are!” Twilight’s voice cracked and she gave Applejack a playful shove.

“Thanks for the compliment, sweetheart,” Applejack said sweetly and put her arm around Twilight, pulling her in close and planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “I hope that was okay. Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“You’re fine,” Twilight sighed dreamily. “That was nice. What’s not nice-” Twilight let out a little groan “-is going to be waking up all sweaty in these same clothes. We can’t all have ten outfits like Rarity.”

“Well if you wanna just take ‘em off,” Applejack said casually, “that’s totally fine. I ain’t got a problem with it if you don’t.”

“I don’t,” Twilight hummed. “What about you though? Do you want to—”

“Take my clothes off?” Applejack smirked. “Why Twilight Sparkle, are you tryin’ to proposition me right now?”

“N-no!” Twilight squeaked, ears shooting straight up and her whole body stiffening. “I was just asking if—”

“I’m just teasin’ ya, hon,” Applejack giggled and ruffled Twilight’s mane, which felt way better than it had any right to, quite frankly. “Are you sure yer gonna be comfortable though? If we’re both sleeping naked in the same bed?”

“Are you going to be comfortable,” Twilight bit her lip and traced her hand across her bangs, “if I’m a little too comfortable with that?”

“Well if that’s how it is,” Applejack whispered, leaning in close to Twilight until their noses were almost touching and Twilight could feel Applejack’s breath on her skin, “maybe I oughtta help you get outta those clothes.”

“Wait,” Twilight turned away from Applejack, gently pushing her back as Twilight started to sweat, and not in a good way this time. “What about Rarity?”

“What about her?” Applejack asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I sent her that letter,” Twilight explained, “full of all my feelings and stuff. But if you and me, if we—”

“Do your feelings for me change yer feelings for Rarity?”

“No,” Twilight didn’t even have to think about it.

“Are you and Rarity exclusive with each other?”

“Also no,” Twilight said.

“Would you feel personally uncomfortable bein’ intimate with me,” Applejack tilted Twilight’s chin up and toward Applejack, “before you settle things with Rarity?”

“No,” Twilight wanted to say ‘absolutely hecking not you sexy farmstud’ but she managed to restrain herself.

“Then what’ve you got to worry about?” Applejack said softly, running her hand through Twilight’s hair.

“Hmm, well right now I’m concerned that my clothes aren’t being torn off by a big sexy mare,” Twilight said, trying not to feel too embarrassed about her cringeworthy flirting.

“Good thing I’m here to help,” Applejack purred.

Twilight stood up so that Applejack could get her out of her robes, and Twilight’s penchant for practical clothing was really paying off, as it took Applejack maybe two seconds to slip Twilight’s robes off of her and pin her to the bed, Applejack taking off her own shirt before pressing herself up against Twilight’s bare body.

“Can I kiss you?” Applejack asked, sending an electric jolt through Twilight’s entire body.

“Please do,” Twilight replied, putting her hand on Applejack’s cheek.

It was Twilight’s first kiss with another woman.

It was her first kiss with someone who wasn’t trying to take advantage of her. Her first kiss with someone who loved her.

She wasn’t sure what to make of it; it was soft, and tender, and warm, like picking a perfectly cooked steak off the barbecue and putting it onto the plate.

Applejack kissed her again, and the sound of their lips disconnecting resonated in Twilight’s ears like the clearest bell; like the foghorn of a lighthouse guiding a wayward sailor to the safety of the shore.

“I love you,” Twilight whispered.

“I love you too,” Applejack whispered back, and planted another soft kiss on Twilight’s lips.

If there was a heaven, Twilight was sure it tasted like apples.