RedCedar

Red closed his eyes just before his lips found Applejack's, trying to hide any trace of excitement like the racing of his heartbeat or the tremble in his chest. The slight, pleasant chill of her mouth soon gave way to a gentle warmth shared by them both, to linger on the lips and in the memory after parting with an ever so slight tug of reluctance. Red remained with his eyes closed until he could gather his wits, and a deep breath, and slowly open them to look back into hers. "Liked it?" he repeated. "That was worth every second I spent in line, and more." As much as he would have loved to have lingered over the moment a little longer, he knew there were others waiting their turn, and he couldn't deny them forever. Turning back to the sight of his awkwardly-shaped saddlebags, he said, "I think I have it..." and then, with a sharp hoist of his hoof, heaved it onto his back, immediately stumbling to his left in order to counteract the unbalanced load. After a moment of shifting, shuffling and bouncing the saddlebags on his back, he finally cinched them up again, content in knowing he'd be eating them to a more manageable size soon enough. "Thank you again," he said to Applejack. "The apples were a bargain, but the kiss was priceless." And with a last longing glance, he turned and made his way down the path towards the Whitetail Woods, barely staggering at all.

Red finally got in the last of the apples and then sighed, looking at his saddlebag. To say it was not pretty was an understatement. The whole thing was now bulging at the seams and likely at least a little unbalanced. Any Colt Scout leader would have been appalled at the way he had packed for this camping trip now, but there was not much that could be done about it. He simply resolved to eat as many apples in the first couple of days as he could stomach in order to even things out. But however his back might complain about the whole thing by the time he pitched his tent that night, there was yet something that was likely to keep his mind off it for the foreseeable future. Looking back up to Applejack, a little darker red in his copper cheeks now, though he was able to look her in those beautiful green eyes, he smiled and said, "Uhm, if it's not too forward, on the lips would be wonderful."

My mop fell over. We will rebuild.