Una Nota Dolce Chapter 7 - Un Cuore sul Fuoco

>Ok, let me make sure I got this right. Brain, recap.

>Octavia kisses you and runs the fuck off.

>Yup. Fuck if I know why.

>Pinkie saw you in the bushes, got pissed and pushed you in the drink.

>Total overreaction, by the way.

>Anon, are you really this dense?

>I dunno, you’re my brain, you tell me!

>You sigh as you trudge up the path back in to town, wringing the water out of your shirt as you walk.

>Probably be best to let your pants dry naturally. Walking around shirtless and walking around bare-assed are two completely different things.

>It would be a good idea to make sure you have zinc powder at home.

>You kick a pebble as you top the crest of the hill outside of town, toying with the peanut in your mouth as you chew it absentmindedly.

>Such a nice squirrel.

>Slinging your shirt over your shoulder, you sigh as you walk past the turn to normally take you home.

>These confounded mares are driving your jimmies to drink, and there’s only one p0ny you know could answer any question you have.

 

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>”Anon…are you dense?”

“Twi, why does everyp0ny keep saying that?”

>Twilight sighed and set her mug of coffee down on the table with a thud.

>You get the feeling Twilight Sparkle puts up with you sometimes because Spike’s your little bro, but she’s kind enough.

>Kind enough to dry your clothes and conjure a robe to cover your primate privates while you bombard her with questions in the dead of night.

>Note to self: thank you card for Twilight Sparkle

>”Anon, you know Pinkie Pie has a thing for you. No matter how much you want to stay ‘just friends’ with her, that feeling she has for you just doesn’t go away.”

>Man, to hell with these lustful mares. Seriously, fuck them.

>I think that’s the idea.

>NOT HELPING, BRAIN.

“But she kissed me! I can’t help it if she accidentally kissed me.”

>…accident?

>Twilight cocks an eyebrow as she sips her coffee.

>”Accident?”

>Ok, Anon, you’re dense, but not THAT dense.

>Twilight just sighs and sips her coffee, muttering something about denial as you can’t conjure a response.

>”Anon, this isn’t a matter of physical biology. No matter how much you just want to be Pinkie’s friend, she still has feelings for you.”

>You hang your head with a sigh. You seem to remember having girl problems like this on Earth too.

>Twilight rubs her forehead with her hoof before returning her attention to you.

>”So…we all know how you feel about Pinkie. What about this…Octavia, was it?”

“Yeah…how do I feel about her?”

>You lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling. How DO you feel about your houseguest?

>Ok…first impression, she was a bitch.

>Yeah, but she came all the way here to apologize.

>Plus, you get to play music with her. She’s damn good at it.

>Ok, ok, so she’s a nice p0ny, but what do you think of HER?

>You look at Twilight and lean on the table.

“I don’t know…I mean, she’s cute…”

>Twilight cocks her head to the side as you stare at the ceiling. “That’s it?”

“No…Yeah, she’s cute…stunning really. She’s got a sense of humor, and actually laughs at my jokes…”

>”Even the one about Scootaloo and the chicken?”

“Yeah. Surprised me too…but…I don’t know how to put it into words. It’s like…”

>Twilight folds her hooves and leans forward on the table. She’s gotta hear this.

“…I dunno, it must sound silly. I’ve only known her for a few days, but…it’s like I’ve known her all along, you know?”

>Twlight nods. “Go on.”

>You cock your head to glance at her before returning your gaze to the ceiling.

“I mean, all of you p0nies have been great since I got here, I could never ask for better friends…but…Octavia, when I think of her, I feel like that she…I dunno, gets me. We have similar interests, and I feel like she could understand me unlike anyp0ny else. Am I crazy?”

>Twi shakes her head. “Just keep talking, don’t worry about that.”

>Your kingdom for one of those long couches to lay down on.

>After a brief pause, you continue.

“It’s like…I dunno, a click?”

>Twilight sets her mug down. “And when she kissed you, what do you think of that? How does it honestly make you feel?”

>You close your eyes, trying to assign conscious thought to something beyond such concepts.

“….Content.”

>Twilight grins a little. “What do you mean by that?”

“It reminded me of home…for the first time since coming to Equestria, I felt…content.”

>Twilight snaps you out of your reverie by pounding her hooves on the table.

>”Well Anon, only you can say how you feel about Octavia and Pinkie, but I think you at least know where to go from here.”

>You sigh. Uncertainty was a bitch, but deep down…you think Twilight is right.

“Let it flow…let the moment sweep you in and go for it…”

>Twilight cocks her head to the side. “Did you say something, Anon?”

“Just some good advice I gave a p0ny once…just not sure what to do next.”

>”At the very least, once your clothes are dry, I suggest apologizing to Pinkie and having a talk with Octavia.”

>You hear the bell on Twilight’s dryer go off. How convenient.

“Thanks Twilight…sorry to impose on you like this.”

>Twilight shakes her hoof dismissively. “You can pay me back later. I’ve been wanting to send the Princess a report on the human circulatory system.”

>You gulp.

>”Oh…one other thing…”

“…another one?”

>”Does Rarity even actually read these?”

>You sigh as Twilight uses magic to slide another sealed envelope to you.

“I try not to ask…”

 

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>It’s nearly midnight by the time you get home.

>Opening the door quietly, you slip inside.

>No sign of Octavia.

>You slip your shoes off as you check around the house.

>She’s been here, her instruments are leaning against the couch.

>You creep back to your bedroom, opening the door with a creak.

>Oh good, she’s here.

>Octavia’s back is turned to you in your bed, unresponsive to the sound of the door opening.

>She must be sleeping.

>You turn to close the door and go crash on the sofa.

>”Anon, wait…”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrGqC6tKeN8

>You hold your breath and enter the room, Octavia turning to face you as she sat up.

>Her eyes are red-rimmed, like she’s been crying.

>”Anon, I’m sorry…that was out of place. I don’t know what I was thinking…”

>She avoids your gaze as you kneel down next to the bed, bringing your eye level just below hers.

>”I mean, we just met and yo-“

>It’s your turn to cut her off mid-sentence, bringing your lips to meet hers.

>You feel her gasp and tense against you as you lean in, placing your hands on the mattress.

>They don’t stay there long as Octavia’s hooves make their way around your head, your hands framing her face as her mouth widens ever so slightly, the feeling of her breath on your tongue sending a shiver up your spine.

>That shiver is doubled when you feel her tongue follow, brushing against yours, timidly at first, then with more confidence.

>It was only that troublesome addiction your lungs have to air that forces the two of you to part.

>Octavia, for her part, slowly opens her eyes as her breath catches in her chest.

>”Anon….”

“Octavia…I’m not sure of a lot right now…but I do know that I want it to flow. Play the feeling.”

>Octavia smiles and nuzzles into your hand. “Just let the moment sweep you in and go for it?”

>You nod, stroking her coat with your thumb.

>”Anon…will you do me a favor?”

“Yeah?”

>”Just…stay with me tonight.”

>That night, as Octavia snuggles into you, her back pressed against your chest, you sleep the most peaceful sleep you’ve had since coming to this place.

>A pair of pink binoculars fall from the tree outside your window.