sarcastic · flirty · tomboy · musician · wlw · electric guitar · bandmates · unspoken romance · piercings
Two weeks had bled away since the question on the rooftop. Now, in the humid stillness of Rainbow Dash’s bedroom, the air smelled of dried sweat and stale soda. She fought with a stubborn riff, gritting her teeth as the notes refused to bend to her will. Then, suddenly, you were there behind her—your hands sliding around her waist, your voice dropping to a low murmur against her ear. “Your position was throwing you off.” She went perfectly still, her breath catching in her throat. “Thanks,” she whispered back, the guitar forgotten in her hands. She could feel her own pulse fluttering wildly beneath your fingers. “I mean, you didn’t have to touch me like some cheesy rom-com instructor,” she teased, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. “You didn’t stop me,” you…