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My turn, my turn!

>Been living at Sweet Apple Acres for the past few years
>It was hell to get used to, at first, but you've grown to love it
>Especially the company
>You and Applejack have probably spent weeks of time relaxing together at the end of each day
>Always the same spot, always the same setup, always the same warm and cozy feeling
>The two of you climb up a little hill on the edge of the orchard where there's one lonely tree
>It's old, and the trunk is wide enough for the two of you to sit side by side in the grass and use it as a backrest
>You can barely make it up every day, but Applejack does it just fine
>You two settle down in the grass and watch the sunset
>Sometimes you talk so much you barely even think about the sun
>Other times, you just sit there and watch in silence
>One day, after a particularly back-breaking round of chores, you're feeling like another 'sit and rest silently' kind of sunset
>Applejack sits right beside you. You're sweaty, she's sweaty, neither of you care enough to avoid touching
>It starts when she lets one foreleg flop down, her hoof resting on your thigh
>"Just gettin' comfy," Applejack assures you when her big green eyes find yours
>A few moments pass, and you get used to the contact
>Then, you think of something to say
"Did Granny say what was for dinner tonight?"
>It's kind of a nothing question, but that isn't the point
>You just love hearing Applejack's voice
>She looks contemplative for a minute, then shrugs
>"Naw, Ah don' think so. Why, you ain't feelin' hungry are ya?"
>She's teasing, you're both starving right now
>But for some reason, neither of you are rushing back to the house
>You share a little chuckle, and then Applejack leans closer
>Now her shoulder is touching your arm
>You wait for a moment, but Applejack doesn't say anything else
>She seems really focused on just... leaning against you
>You don't dare move her, just sitting and feeling her slowly breathe in and out
>Eventually, you decide to make a move of your own
>You slowly reach over with your right hand and lay it over the hoof she'd set on your thigh
>Applejack starts, at first, but doesn't pull away
>She tilts her head back to look up at you, the blush on her orange cheeks barely visible in the golden light of sunset
>"Was wonderin' when you'd get around to that. Ah was afraid Ah was gonna have to spell it out for ya in crayon, or somethin'."
>Both of you laugh a little more, and you take the unspoken invitation to hold her hoof for real
>It's the perfect fit for your hand, your fingers wrapping around her hoof
>The edges are chipped and cracked like you'd expect for a working mare, but that just makes her all the more beautiful
>The sun's already close to dipping below the tops of the trees in front of you
>Granny, Bloom, and Big Mac are probably either already eating dinner or waiting impatiently for the two of you
>They can keep waiting a little longer, though
>You wouldn't trade this for the world