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"So, you can make anything?"

The three ponies, along with their human companion, were seated around a coffee table in Blacky's house. After a few venomous objections to being licked, Rainbow had settled for a glaring silence, pointedly staring at anything but Blacky, or glaring at her when she was forced to.

She had also noticed just how little Maverick had complained at the treatment. In fact, if she didn't know better, Rainbow could have sworn he had enjoyed it. This pissed her off even more, and she really wanted to be anywhere but there.

Sitting on Rainbow's left, Mid-Night was trying to make himself as small as possible. The atmosphere in the room was so close to tangible, he was surprised lightning bolts weren't flying out of Rainbow's body. She was giving everything around her the death glare, including him, multiple times. At this point, Mid-Night was glad that he was still unharmed, although he wasn't sure how much longer that would last.

Across from Rainbow sat Blacky, either ignoring her guest's hostile attitude or simply too thick to notice it. She was staring intently, maybe even a bit affectionately, at Maverick, who was now waiting for her answer with baited breath, oblivious to Rainbow's anger.

"In theory, if we had the time and energy, I could make you whatever your heart could possibly desire, and whatever your brain could concoct. However, seeing as I only have about a week and my own ability, you'll have to settle for something a bit more conventional." She responded.

Blacky's heart melted at the child-like grin that was plastered on Maverick's face. She thought he was adorable with his tiny body and big dreams. At less than half her size and weight, she was almost sure he was the underdog in the upcoming fight. And yet she had this crazy feeling that he not only intended to win, but that he was certain of his victory. 'He'd make a good coltfriend.' She thought before giving a mental chuckle. As much as she wanted to get to know him, the pony sitting across from her was giving off an icy aura that clearly stated "Back off, he's mine."

So it was with a sad smile that she decided not to interfere with his love life. It would be complicated enough without forcing him to choose between ponies.

"Alright then kiddo, let's talk weapons."

*****

Rainbow had stepped outside, followed shortly by Mid-Night, at Blacky's insistence. "One does not simply listen in on a weaponry conversation." Had been her statement to Rainbow's protests.

"If she lays one hoof on him I swear..."

Next to her, Mid-Night was contemplating the possibility of just leaving before she ended up turning on him. Unfortunately, he didn't contemplate fast enough.

"Hey, Night guy, why did you bring us to this slut's house?"

"Whoa, that is no way to talk about a pony you just met!" His coat bristled with rage, sweeping away his meek uncertainty. "Look, you might have the hots for that human kid, and I can smell your heat from here, but don't think that Blacky's gonna try and steal him from out under ya. I've known her for years; she would never do anything like that. Now you better apologise for what you just said or I'll smack you one myself."

He thought he had sounded pretty tough and convincing, and was fairly certain his order would be obeyed, but it was clear he had never met Rainbow Dash before.

"And why should I? I was here for less than a minute and she was licking my face! She gave my boyfriend bedroom eyes right in front of me, she's in there alone with him and you're telling me to apologise?! I swear, if she tries to take him away from me, I will break her horn and drop her from 10'000 feet straight up in the air. Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't go stampeding back in there and say all that to her face!"

"Because if you do, not only will you hurt an innocent pony's feeling, and you'll seem like a total ass in front of your "boyfriend", but you'll also be taking away any chance he has of competing in the Pegasus games. Now I don't know about you, but if I were in your place, I'd try and calm down a bit before I ended up doing something stupid because I'm feeling insecure. Don't you trust that human?"

Rainbow felt liked she'd been slapped. Of course she trusted Maverick. She might have only known him for a few days, but he was her whole world. Couldn't this pony see how much he mattered to her? She'd give her life for him in an instant. If he asked her to jump off a cliff with her wings bound, she'd do it. But she knew him, and she knew he would never, ever do that.

'So why don't you trust him?' Her inner voice asked.

And to that, she had no answer.

"You're right, I'm over reacting. Of course he would never leave me; what was I thinking?" Rainbow slumped down, burying her face in her hooves. "I'm a terrible marefriend. He loves me, he cares about me, he's everything to me. He's like an angel, a gift straight from Celestia, and here I am questioning his loyalty."

Mid-Night facehoofed. "Don't start worshiping him now, I just wanted you to realise how unreasonable you were being. Now get up; you can pity yourself and consider how unworthy you are later. For now, you still owe somepony an apology."

"I'm sorry I called your friend a slut."

"Good. Now then, he'll be in there for about an hour if I know Blacky. You said something about competing in some race, right? Want to help me with my training and get some in for yourself?" Mid-Night proposed.

Rainbow raised her head, removing it from her hooves. "What do you mean?"

*****

Back in Blacky's house, Maverick was running around like a foal, inspecting the vast array of machinery Blacky had at her disposition with a huge, dopey grin plastered on his face. There were hundreds of tools, from screwdrivers to hammers to clamps. There were devices that spat magical fumes, some that were magically grinding rocks into tiny chunks, even some that were boiling down certain metals to a liquid state before reaping the impurities. Basically, everything around him was either sitting there waiting to be used or operating with a constant flow of magical energy. Maverick was extremely curious as to the purpose of the hundreds on instruments he'd never seen before, as well as how they were being powered while Blacky's horn remained unlit.

"I bet you're wondering where the magic is coming from." She said, reading his mind. "Well, that's a secret, but what I can tell you is that it involves geothermic larvae and molten magma."

Maverick wasn't sure if she was joking. "Anyway, come here and let me measure you."

She set him up on a dais much like the one Rarity had used and began recording measurements on a chalkboard. The measuring tape flew around him, moving so quick he only saw it when it passed in front of his face. The chalk had to move twice as fast to keep up.

As the two instruments completed their tasks, Blacky pushed her magic so it surrounded Maverick on all sides. Once the measuring tape was out of the way, it flooded his body, allowing her to feel him as if she were in control of his limbs. She could tell he was extremely uncomfortable because of the invasion, and she told him aloud that it was only temporary; the best way for her to understand how his human limbs operated. It would give her an idea of how much maneuverability she would need to incorporate into the weapons.

"Fascinating..." She said as she manipulated his fingers and toes, marveling at their dexterity compared to the hooves she possessed. She was also astounded at the lack of a tail muscle, feeling naked and exposed without the ability to protect her most intimate parts. But the most disorienting was his severely reduced field of vision. Even though her eyes were near the front of her face, she could see everything in front of her as well as a bit behind her. His vision was less than that, although she could see a bit lower due to the lack of a muzzle.

Once she finished with her investigation, she pulled out of his body, allowing him to reassert control over his limbs. Maverick was trembling, unused to feeling so powerless.

"Now that I understand how you work, I think we can start talking weapons."

*****

*Twang*

The arrow soared through the air, plating itself right in the bull's-eye.

"Go!"

A rainbow blur sped through the archery field, collecting the many arrows from the 10 targets that were distributed at random intervals, as well as the few missed shots.

"45 seconds, you shaved off a second from the last run." Mid-Night informed Rainbow as she returned, dropping his arrows back into the quiver before sitting down and gasping.

As she recovered, Mid-Night took aim at another target, carefully pulling back on the drawstring with an arrow knocked. They'd been at it for just under two hours, and it showed. Mid-Night's legs was trembling from all the strength he had been exerting, all four of them since he shot from the human-like stance. He was sweating profusely and he was shooting more and more off center.

Rainbow was worse. Sweat poured off her body, forming a miniature puddle every time she rested. Her wings were aching, as were her legs from the times she'd been too tired to fly. Her mouth had a bit of froth forming at the sides, and her eyes were unfocused as she rested.

Over the next few minutes, Mid-Night shot 18 arrows at 10 random targets from the hundreds that were placed, seeming randomly, across the wide open plain. As soon as he hit the tenth target, Rainbow was off to collect the arrows. Due to Mid-Nights skills, he always made sure to keep the total distance she traveled the same, give or take a few meters.

"48 seconds. No slacking off now." He said as he tried to knock another arrow. But, despite his words, his leg froze up, unable to keep shooting. "Actually, maybe it's time for break."

Rainbow fell to the ground, too tired to do anything.

The dark blue Pegasus was amazed, to say the least. 2 miles. Rainbow Dash could do 2 miles in 48 seconds consistently, while grabbing arrows along the way. Although it wasn't a record breaking time, he has no doubt that she had a shot at the finals in the upcoming games. And yet the Pegasus was dissatisfied. Every time she got back and he told her her time, she would curse softly. That is, until she was too busy panting to speak.

He flopped down next to her, just as exhausted. He had proved himself capable of making the podium, as he did every year. The only reason he couldn't constantly keep first because the other two ponies on the podium were just as good as he was. The deciding factor was usually a stray gust of wind or whichever one of them got too tried to shoot straight first. That's why, when they got down to the last three, the judges always pulled the targets back to almost three times the usual distance. If they didn't, the archery finals would take hours.

The pair stayed like that, slumped over, for the next 10 minutes. Once he could stand again, Mid-Night stumbled his way over to the house, knocking on the back door. "Blacky, can we come in yet?"

The door swung open.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He stepped inside without bothering to see if Rainbow was following. As far as he was concerned, the mare had earned the right to a long nap, even if it was in the dirt.

Inside, he saw Blacky carefully adjusting various pieces of machinery and activating others. Blueprints were scattered across her designing table, all of them blank. Blank to him, anyway, since Blacky hated when others saw her work before it was finished. On the couch, which he had been hoping to rest on, Maverick was snoring. His body was drenched in sweat and his clothes clung to his skin, emphasising how skinny he was.

"What did you do to him?"

From outside, he heard Rainbow force herself to her hooves, and he regretted saying anything.

"What did she do to him?! Is he okay?" She shouted, trying to force her already strained muscles to move.

Blacky quickly popped a pair of ear plugs into Maverick's ears. "It's nothing bad; I just had him show me how strong he is. I'd rather not make a weapon if he can't even lift it."

The ponies inside heard a thump from outside. "K, I'll be out here if you need me."

"What did YOU do to HER?"

"Oh, nothing much, we just practiced for our respective events. With her there, I can train much faster."

Blacky nodded before returning to her machines. Mid-Night, knowing he wouldn't get a peep about the weapon out of her, decided to move right past that argument. "Can I borrow your couch? I'm exhausted."

She nodded, levitating the human off of it and sending him through the house to her guest bed. "It's all yours. I still don't get why you refuse to use the bed."

He said nothing, collapsing onto the already wet furniture that would hold him for the next 4 to 8 hours.

"'Night"

"It's not even 3..."

A few minutes later, Blacky was aware of three different sleeping creatures in her presence. She sighed before levitating the Pegasus from outside and dropping her in the same bed as her lover. The mare, perhaps sensing her love, reached out in her sleep and wrapped him in her hooves, a contented smile gracing her lips.

"Honestly, doesn't anypony value endurance nowadays?"

Back in her lab, Blacky continued to watch her machines, adjusting various knobs and magical flows until she was finally content. She then sat in the same chair she'd been in while speaking with Maverick and pulled out a book. This was the most boring part of weapon making; the preparation.

*****

Hours past. Mid-Night woke after only two, thanking Blacky for her help before flying off to his own house to finish his rest and recuperation.

Back in the guest bedroom, two hours after Mid-Night left, Rainbow Dash woke with a groan. She was sore from all her exertion, and all the sweat had either dried or evaporated, leaving her feeling and smelling like a disgusting pig. Rainbow hardly wanted Maverick to see her like this, with her coat matted and clumped up, her mane plastered to her neck and her... unpleasant scent. However, she had little choice. It was either go home on her own, shower, and come back, which disagreed with her doctor's recommendation, or she could shower at Blacky's, an option which was even less appealing since Rainbow was really uncomfortable using somepony else's shower. So, with a disgusted sigh, she poked Maverick awake.

He squirmed under her touch. "5 more minutes, it's not even a school day." He mumbled, trying to escape the feathers.

She giggled and continued her poking, aiming for a more ticklish region.

"Stop it! Mom, I don't wanna get up yet!"

Her giggles turned to full out laughter, which Maverick couldn't hear due to the ear plugs. She leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips, making it as sensual as she could without using her tongue.

That woke him up. His eyes shot open and he shoved Rainbow away as hard as he could. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

Once his mind sped up and he remembered where he was, his whole face turned bright red as Rainbow lay on the ground next to the bed, kicking and screaming and pounding the ground, unable to control the monstrous fits of laughter. She was snorting over and over, but she didn't care.

Back on the bed, Maverick ripped the earplugs out, embarrassed and pissed off. He had, obviously, assumed it was his mother that had kissed him. The idea was disgusting, and he had the sinking suspicion that this was going to be brought up at many parties in the near future. Still annoyed, Maverick frowned, waiting for Rainbow to finish her fit.

But Rainbow wasn't near done. For another minute at least, she kept convulsing on the ground, flipping from lying on her back and kicking the air to lying on her stomach and pounding the ground. Every time she started to calm down, her eyes would drift over to Maverick and she'd start all over again.

Finally, once her voice had gone hoarse and cracked multiple times, she subsided to giggles. She turned her eyes to Maverick and playfully pounced on the bed, approaching him like cat would stalk its prey. Once she was close enough, she dropped into a poor hunter's crouch, with her body flat on the ground and her butt lifted high in the air. Maverick just sat there, watching her with an eyebrow quirked.

She pounced on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed, and pushed forwards to kiss him again. He made no attempt to resist, but the kiss was lacking for Dash. She pulled back and frowned playfully, teasing a smile out of her boyfriend. When she pushed forward again, he met her halfway, kissing back.

Rainbow, deciding that it was about time, gently pushed her tongue against his lips. His eyes widened a bit, but he parted his lips slightly and touched his tongue to hers. There were no fireworks, no explosion of joy, but Rainbow did enjoy the feeling. She held back though, giving his tongue a quick feel before pulling hers back. When he gave her a confused glance, she broke the kiss and said: "So we have more to look forward to. I can't give you everything now; you might get bored of me."

Maverick just rolled his eyes. "As if I could ever got bored of you." He passed his fingers through her fur, straitening the clumps and clumping the straight parts. Rainbow gently lay down on top of him, purring at the casual touch. She was careful not to flatten him, but as she got more and more relaxed, her legs supported her less and less. Eventually she was barely holding herself up, and Maverick was feeling the majority of her crushing weight, which he placed between 600 and 700 pounds total. The combination of the bed's fluffiness and his thin frame was enough to divert most of the excess weight off of him, but he made a resolution to never let Rainbow be on top if they got intimate at some point. If she got a bit too excited, bam, there went his pelvis.

Maverick could feel Rainbow beginning to nod off, and he rubbed her a bit harder. "No you don't; you woke me up, you don't get to go back to sleep."

She gave a half-hearted sigh before peeling herself off of him. "Alright then, let's go home. Unless you need to do something first?"

"No, I'm ready when you are." He gave himself a disdainful sniff. "A shower will be welcomed with open arms."

And so the pair made their way out of the bedroom. Back in the lab, Blacky had fallen asleep. On the chalk board was written a note: "Come back the day prior to the event, I'll have everything ready. And not a day before, or you won't get anything. As for payment, win the competition and it's free. Lose, and for every round you had won, I'll reduce the price accordingly."

With that in mind, the pair left. Outside, Rainbow stretched out her wings, as well as her legs. They still ached like mad, but she managed to work most of the kinks out. Before long they were soaring through sky, and Rainbow asked a question that had been buzzing around her mind for a while now.

"What type of weapon did you ask for?"

Maverick wore a sad smile. "At first I wanted an Icarus suit. I thought being able to fly would put me on even ground with the other competitors. But when Blacky told me that she could only barely make it within the time limit, I changed my mind. After all, I wouldn't have an actual weapon to fight with.

"My second idea was to explain how a gun worked. It would have been ideal, but it takes materials that aren't easy to find in Equestria, as well as a very high amount of magical input to make if I want it within a week. Plus, you know, guns are boring.

"My next idea was a photon cannon. Like a light ray. She discarded it in an instant; that much magical energy is on the same level as the princess and well out of her range, even after a decade of storing up energy.

"Finally, I asked her if she could give me an idea of what was possible. She refused, telling me that she had a few ideas but that she'd only incorporate them if I couldn't think of anything that was possible. So I told her to surprise me."

"So basically, you have absolutely no idea what type of weapon you're getting?" Rainbow asked.

"I know it's not a photon cannon."

"Haha, funny."

They made good time from then on, and were home by eight. As soon as they got in, Rainbow claimed the shower. She wanted to be beautiful again so she could stop worrying about her odor. She kept the shower short, if only because Maverick desperately needed one too.

Once she was done, Maverick rushed in. Rainbow made her way to the bed, flopping down on top of the covers, completely exhausted. She would have been fine with just drifting off to sleep, but she was also very hungry. She weighed her options carefully, and decided that eating would be the better choice. She rolled out of bed and slowly pulled herself across the floor and out to the living room to her fruit paradise, which was now almost done.

By the time Maverick finished his shower, she was already back in bed, her belly full and her mind sluggish. All she wanted was to sleep.

"Her Rainbow?"

"Yeeeeaaaah?"

"You know I still owe you a favor, right?"

Her ears perked up. It was true; he did owe her a favor. Rainbow considered getting him to rub her belly again, but at this point she was too tired to flip herself over.

"Can it wait until tomorrow?"

"Well, actually, I had an idea. Something I wanted to try out, if that's okay. You wouldn't have to do anything."

She thought about it for a moment. He had said that he would be willing to rub her belly for free, so she supposed letting him try out his experiment was okay.

"Alright, but I might fall asleep halfway through."

Satisfied that she had fulfilled her duty, Rainbow let her head fall between her hooves. She was right in the middle of the bed, which she regretted a bit since Maverick would only have a small spot to sleep, but she honestly felt like her body was lead.

She waited patiently for him to begin whatever he was doing. Behind her, she felt him shift around the bed, looking for something. He took his time, pacing.

Rainbow was almost asleep when she felt him crawl onto the bed. She was still curious at his intentions, but at this point she was simply too tired to try and figure it out.

That is, until he climbed onto her back and sat there.

She gave a little squeak of shock. He was sitting much lower down then when they were flying, with his butt on her flank, just above her cutie mark.

"M-Maverick, what was it you wanted to do?" Her mind, which had been on the brink of sleep just a moment ago, was now going a mile a minute. Was it finally going to happen? She had to admit, this wasn't how she'd expect it to go down.

Instead of answering, he gently put his hands on her shoulder blades, feeling them up. Rainbow let out a very faint moan of pleasure at the touch. He began making small circles, feeling around. After a minute, he went back to her should and started pressing down hard.

"Ahh~"

A massage. Rainbow understood now. She was a bit sad that she wasn't going to get rutted, but this was a pleasant substitute.

Maverick worked his hands over her shoulders, pressing harder. Once he found a good pace, he began working around the area, slowly moving down her back. His hands felt divine, his fingers softly kneading the muscles, but still hard enough to relax them. Rainbow felt her pent up tension slowly melt away under his loving touch.

He worked her upper back, alternating between pushing with his fingers and kneading with his knuckles. He found one particularly tight muscles and pushed down a bit harder.

"Ohh~ press harder!"

He obliged, increasing the power slightly. Rainbow felt like she was floating on a cloud, which she was, with an angel on her back, which she was starting to believe.

His hand slipped further down, working around the wing joints. Maverick left a little bit of room between his hands and the wings, pretty much ignoring them for the moment. Rainbow was disappointed; that was one of the spots she'd been waiting for, but she didn't complain. After all, he didn't know much about Pegasi.

His hands kept going lower, and he scooted back along her body so he could reach the new regions. He was at her lower back now, and Rainbow was starting to feel a tiny bit uncomfortable, but she said nothing.

*gasp*

His hands had reached her cutie marks. The skin around them was very sensitive, and with the small circles he was tracing, Rainbow felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through her. She bucked her hips the tiniest bit, letting out a throaty moan of desire.

"Hgn, don't stop~"

And he didn't. Maverick kept going, slowly massaging around her cutie marks and rump. Rainbow knew she shouldn't let him touch there, mostly since he had no idea what she was feeling, but she couldn't stop him; it felt too good. Her wings splayed themselves out, now completely erect and begging for attention.

Rainbow was panting, her pleasure overriding her other senses, as Maverick's hands kept going. They didn't lower any further, to Rainbow disappointment, but she could accept that he wasn't ready for that yet. Instead, she let herself melt, her whole body relaxing. Except for a certain lower part, which was getting quite excited.

Suddenly, his hands left her fur, and she let out a very loud whine of displeasure. She wasn't done enjoying herself yet! She felt them return, brushing lightly along her coat as they moved back up towards the wing joints. Then he began massaging them.

"Oh Celestia!"

Pleasure exploded within her. The joints were extremely sensitive, and she felt every touch, every brush of fingers against fur. He worked around the left joint first, massaging circles on the coat and ignoring the actual wing bone. He kept at it, switching to the right after a minute and repeating his actions. Then he moved back, massaging her back between the wings as he shifted to the left join. He switched back and forth another 4 times, and every time he did, she would moan softly.

Then he started on the actual wing. His fingers began to work on the left wing bone, which had very little muscle on it. Maverick had originally assumed it wouldn't need to be tended to, but based on the reaction he was getting, he had assumed wrong. He continued up the wing, gently running his fingers along the feathers. He wasn't sure if could really massage wings, but Rainbow was clearly enjoying whatever he was doing. He switched sides, repeating his actions once more on the right wing. As he massaged them, he felt them continue to stiffen up, and he got confused. Did wings work in the opposite way of the body? He sped up his actions to try and compensate for the hardening, and Rainbow let out a much louder moan in response.

At this point, Rainbow's mind was clouded, so clouded that she didn't realise it until it almost too late. Because of the sensitivity of her wings, and the fact that she was in heat, her climax was building. As it was closing in on her, she woke up. Maverick thought he was only giving her a massage! And she was about to...

Panic flared. She needed to move, NOW. With total disregard for her boyfriend, Rainbow shoved him off of her back. He fell to the ground with a startled cry, the wind knocked out of him. Rainbow leaped off the bed, knocking a picture off the wall, and dove for the bathroom, slamming the door closed and trying desperately to stifle her cries of ecstasy.

Back in the room, Maverick was slowly recovering from his fall. His head was spinning from where he'd banged it on the floor and his breathing was shallow and wheezy. But all he could think of was Rainbow. Had he hurt her? Did he do something wrong?

He forced himself to his feet, using the bed to help stabilise himself. The world was spinning around him, but he had to check on his girlfriend. With help from the wall next to the bed, he slowly made his way around the room to the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Rainbow was panting hard, back arched as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She regretted nothing as she lay on the floor, mouth agape in a silent scream. Her reverie was cut short, however, when she heard Maverick call her name.

"Rainbow, Rainbow are you okay?"

Her mouth worked to formulate a reply, but all that came out was a low moan. A moan that was, fortunately, interpreted as pain.

"Rainbow! I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you. Oh, please forgive me."

She tried again. "'M Fine"

"What?"

"I'm fine, you didn't hurt me, it's just..." She paused, thinking quickly. "I had to... use the bathroom! Yeah, that's it. Your massage was so good it distracted me from my need to pee."

'Great choice Dash, totally believable excuse. Moron.' She berated herself.

She could practically see Maverick's frown from across the door. He didn't believe her at all. Better he be suspicious then know the truth. "I'll be out in a second, go back to bed and I'll meet you there. Thanks for the massage, it was amazing."

Maverick knew that he was being lied to, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Instead, he gave a weak "Okay" and returned to the bed. His head was still aching, although not as bad, but the world had stopped spinning. He flopped down on the bed and immediately felt something off. His hair felt slightly damp.

Confused, he flipped onto his belly. Under his head, the clouds were slowly absorbing a bit of moisture that had leaked onto the bed. But where did it leak from? Maverick looked up to see no problems with the roof. In fact, there were no potential spots that anything could have leaked from. Except...

Maverick's face reddened, but he knew that had had to confirm his thoughts, else he might falsely accuse his girlfriend. He brought his nose right up to the few stains of darker cloud and inhaled deeply. Despite never having sniffed female regions before, he could tell what he was smelling wasn't pee. Tentatively, he touched his tongue to the sheets. It was very faint, but he could taste something other than water.

At this point he was redder then any tomato, ever. He had no idea what to make of the situation, but what he did know was that he'd just accidentally given Rainbow an orgasm, and she hadn't tried to stop him.

As he reached his conclusion, he heard Rainbow pull the cloud-door aside. He lay down in the bed, trying to make it seem like he hadn't noticed anything. It was kind of hard though, since his face was still flush.

Before she could get to the bed, Maverick got up. "I'm just gonna eat something first."

"S-sure. I'll be here when you're done."

Back in the other room, Maverick took his time, slowly taking apart another tower. He'd known, of course, that Rainbow had sex on the brain. But things were only getting more and more awkward between them. She had to open up before things got out of hand.

Once he was finished, he made his way back into the room. "Rainbow, is there anything you wanna tell me?"

Silence.

"I won't laugh or take it the wrong way or anything."

More silence, and then...

*snore*

She was already asleep. Maverick couldn't help but smile. As annoying as the situation between them was, he had to admit that she always had a way of looking cute.

He slid under the sheets next to her and wrapped his arms around her chest, glad that horse anatomy made it much harder to accidentally brush against the boobs.

"Goodnight love."