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“Is this your first pride?” Bonnie asks, swinging her and Sam’s connected hands.
“Yeah,” Sam answers, looking around at all the stands. “I didn’t realize it was so–”
She breaks off into giggles, which has a smile break out onto Bonnie’s face. Prettiest girl in the whole world, probably. God, that’s so stupid. They’re acting like a teenager because their girlfriend (girlfriend!) laughed.
“I feel– I feel safe. And the colors are nice.” Sam smiles, turning to face them. Yeah, she’s gonna faint.
“You have to stop,” she tells Sam, fixing her hair and looking ahead. It’s a fate worse than death that she has to look away from such a beautiful angel, but she doesn’t want to run into anyone.
“Stop what?” Sam teases, and squeezes Bonnie’s hand. Whatever.
“Criminal levels of sapphicism. We have to kill you.” Bonnie reports, putting a hand to her face, which is only hot because it’s June. No other reason.
“If only there were a brave knight or something to– to–” Sam stutters, then tugs on their hand. “Bonnie. Oh my god, look.”
Obediently, Bonnie looks where Sam is gesturing. It’s a stand with stickers, flags, a horse theme– Wait.
“Is that MLP?” Bonnie asks, and Sam flaps the hand not holding Bonnie’s. When they look over, Sam’s eyes have lit entirely up. She spins her head toward Bonnie, and the expression on her face is pure happiness, enough to have Bonnie ready to run into traffic. This yuri shit gets serious. Holy fuck their girlfriend is so beautiful.
“We have to go,” Sam tells her, which is pretty much running into traffic, with how many people are here.
“Okay, then let’s go,” Bonnie grins, and leads Sam through the fray, diving head first. Love makes the brave braver, apparently.
“Sorry, ‘scuse me,” Sam apologizes, following Bonnie’s steps through the crowd-dance. It’s one of the reasons they love crowds– There’s always dancing. Even though they’re not even at a club or anything, it’s a dance to get through. Any movement can be a dance, if you have enough love in your body. Which Bonnie definitely does. “You are so–”
“Amazing? I know. Look.” Bonnie cuts off, and nods at the stand in front of them. Sam beams and detaches their hands to marvel at all the stickers. Now, Bonnie knows the basics of MLP, something about friendship, magic, the mane six, and a lot of queer bullshit going on. Huge win for sapphics and transgenders worldwide.
“Oh my god. Bonnie I’m gonna freak out.” Sam says, voice pitching higher with excitement. Bonnie walks up right beside her and kisses the side of her face. Sam squeaks, like literally squeaks.
“Mousemaxxer,” Bonnie says stupidly, and then Sam squishes their face between her hands, and they get a big, fat kiss on the lips. They’re dizzy. This is freaking awesome.
“I love you. Let me look at my horses.” Sam says, pulling away. Bonnie is gonna pass OUT!!!!
“I’d pursue a degree of science and become Victoria Frankenstein and bring your horses to life for you,” Bonnie breathes, blinking back into their body.
“Okay well we can go upstate and ride horses after I buy a billion trinkets. Okay?” Sam laughs, grabbing Bonnie’s hands.
“Okay beautiful angel,” Bonnie agrees, only half serious. Okay. Lock in. “Uh– Which– Who’s your favorite?”
“Twilight. The hottest one is Applejack.” Their lovely beautiful girlfriend says.
“I wanna jack your apple,” Bonnie grins, cheesing. Sam blushes a soft pink, then elbows them.
“You’re so stupid. That doesn’t even mean anything.” Sam protests, clenching their connected hands. “I should draw us as ponies.”
“I’m part of the apple family,” Bonnie says, immediately serious. Sam laughs and shakes her head, then slips her hand away to grab stickers. There’s one with Applejack and Twilight with the lesbian and bi flags behind them, which she presents to Bonnie.
“Us,” Sam says, stereotypically. Bonnie grins, and leans on Sam’s shoulder.
“Useless lesbian,” Bonnie tells her, helpfully.
“Okay, fuck you too!” Sam laughs, all bright and happy and and and and– “God literally forbid a girl tries to be romantic. It’s better than you wanting to ‘jack my apple.’”
Bonnie giggles and her head slips down to Sam’s side. She’s absolutely giddy. She’s at pride, somewhere safe and kind, and she’s with Sam, her girlfriend, someone even safer and kinder. Just the best scenario of any universe. This is the best anyone’s ever had. The first sapphics were so right.
“Look who’s the useless lesbian now. You’re actually lesbian at least. Who knows what the hell I am.” Sam continues, and wraps an arm around Bonnie, pressing them closer to Sam’s tits, which may or may not be intentional, but Bonnie knows she’ll get too tempted. So, while she’s no prude, she’s pretty sure it’d be public indecency to rip open Sam’s shirt and motorboat herself.
“You’re insane,” Bonnie says breathlessly, pulling away. Stop thinking about her tits. Stop it. “I love you.”
“Love you too. Mwah.” Sam agrees, and hands them another sticker. This one is just literally two people scissoring.
“Isn’t pride awesome?” Bonnie grins, and Sam laughs as she maneuvers around the stand to investigate the bracelets, which are various flags, and a few themed after My Little Pony characters. “We have to get matching ones.”
“I seriously don’t think you can fit a single more bracelet on your arm,” Sam hums, lips turning up.
“There’s an easy solution,” Bonnie says, taking three of her bracelets off and brushing her fingers over Sam’s arm. “Also why are you undressing me in public? Weird!”
“Shut up. You’d probably like it.” Sam says, not falsely, as Bonnie slips their bracelets onto her. Sam lifts her arm to investigate. “You are so… ‘grl in red’ ‘123 yuri’. You are a stereotype. How does it feel to be a stereotype.”
“Bracelets have to be stereotypical!” Bonnie defends. “They’re like identifiers.”
“This one is identifying you as a huge dyke,” Sam huffs, which does absolutely nothing to Bonnie’s heart. That isn’t hot, and she doesn’t care that her girlfriend is teasing her and her cheeks aren’t warm.
“Okay, well.” They try, struggling for words. “Okay well you’re wearing them. Your girlfriend put their bracelets on you. And you just let me. So who’s the big dyke now?”
“Still you,” Sam grins, then points at a bracelet. “That one’s purple and orange. Like Twijack.”
“Us,” Bonnie mocks, which Sam has to stifle a laugh at. Haha!
“Stop being cute,” Sam says, and grabs two of the bracelet. “We’ll match.”
“This is some stereotype shit. Couples matching?” Bonnie beams. Yes they’re excited to match with their girlfriend. Sue them. It’s pride month.
“I’ll never take it off,” Sam says dreamily. Bonnie brings the stickers up to cover their laughter.
“You just like My Little Pony,” they jab. “You don’t even care that it’s us.”
“I do like My Little Pony…” Sam says, pretending to think. Then she turns to Bonnie, and gives her brightest smile. “Buy this for us, please!”
“You’re such a golddigger,” Bonnie rolls her eyes, entirely too happy to provide as she unzips the pocket her wallet is in.
“You love me anyway,” Sam smiles. Bonnie takes out a twenty.
“I do,” they hum back. Sam presses their bodies together, arms tangling as she tilts her head. “Oh wow.”
“‘Oh wow’” Sam mocks, then leans down and connects their lips. Oh, oh this is– they can get used to this.
It’s vaguely sloppy, lazy, and after five seconds, Sam pulls away.
“Peach,” Bonnie says breathlessly. “Peach chapstick. I was wondering.”
“Yep!” Sam says, and snatches the twenty right out of their hands, dancing over to the register. Bonnie realizes that Sam took all the stickers and bracelets from their hands. Oh, they’re whipped. This is amazing.
Wordlessly, they follow their girlfriend.