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"Whatcha readin' there, Freddy?"

Frederic rolled his eyes, looking back irritably at the white unicorn who'd draped herself over his back as if he were nothing more than exotic pouffe or cushion to be lain upon. The mare had her chin in her hooves, and that pearly white smile on her muzzle that the stallion swore had to be some sort of witchcraft. He'd seen the drinks the mare guzzled down late at night, and how it hadn't rotted her mouth away he'd never know.

"An old book," he said very plainly, trying to turn his attention back to the pages of ancient runes. His mind twisted and flicked this way and that, trying to remember his lessons and read what was being said.

"Pfff. Tavi was right about you. You got no sense of humour," Vinyl teased, remaining where she was and leaning across to look at the book. Her head tilted this way and that, trying to make head or tail of the symbols. "Fancy. What library did you steal that one out of?"

"I didn't steal it," Maestro Horseshoepin retorted, his patience running thin with his cellist's new friend. "Would you mind getting off my back, Miss Scratch?" he asked politely. The unicorn pouted softly.

"Awww. You don't like me here?" she asked, wiggling her lower body atop Frederic's back and haunches. The stallion flushed a little, his ears burying themselves back in his cream coloured mane and attempting to stare back at the book.

"It's distracting," he insisted. Vinyl laughed.

"It's meant to be. I want to see if I can pull you away from your dusty old books for an hour or so," she murmured, shifting her body even more and wiggling harder. In a mix of irritation and fluster, Frederic snapped the book shut.

"And what would you have need of me for, Madame Scratch?" he asked, trying to remain composed as a gentlecolt always should in these situations. The mare winked, crawling off his body and tugging him to his hooves by his collar.

"I need an electric keyboard for my next composition," she said plainly. "And you, mister, happen to be good with them keys." Frederic coughed, patting his chest as he recovered from the strangling by his own bow tie.

"I prefer a more 'tactile' response to my pianos," he said, glaring again at Vinyl Scratch. She stuck her tongue out, and lifted her nose into the air, donning her glasses once more.

"Oooh, using the big words, scholar-boy?" she teased. "Making up for something, sounds like"

"What's in it for me?" Frederic interrupted, cutting her off and trying to minimise the blush rising in his cheeks. Vinyl beamed.

"Only a cup of my finest java, Maestro."

That put the cogs of Frederic's mind into overdrive. Octavia had told the rest of the quartet plenty of horror stories about Vinyl's fridge and the cupboards full of pop-tarts, but the thing the mare was good at was her coffees. The smell alone was enough to lift the spirits of Harpo on the most gloomy of days, but the taste was forbidden to all but the owner herself. It was her biggest expense on the beans, and the thought of getting to share them made Frederic pause for thought.

"Very well," he said, standing straight. "I'm at your service, Lady Scratch," he said politely. He was rewarded with a bounce forward, and a pair of soft lips pressing to his in a warm, hot kiss. His cheeks burst into flame practically as Vinyl's forelegs wrapped around his neck to give him that wet, long smooch. Her tongue and mouth tasted faintly of lemon and vodka.

"Thanks, Freddy," she said with a grin. "Knew you had a bit of good in you."

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Posted previously at: 2012-12-16T18:22:52 | Posted previously by: Assegai the Fez-Wearing Zebra