//------------------------------// // Chapter 6 // Story: Between a Lover and a Friend // by BoredAuthor817 //------------------------------// “You have a good day yesterday?” “It was nice. We mostly just walked around and did nothing. Except for Rarity. She just can't not shop.” Cookie chuckled, wiping her mouth with her napkin, “She gets that from her father.” “You saw my text on the showtimes?” “Yep. How's Wednesday for you?” “That should work.” “How was your movie?” “Pretty good. I don't know if it's just me, but it seems the series just keeps getting darker.” “It's what the crowds go for.” “...maybe...” “Sunset,” “Hm?” “Is something bothering you?” Sunset looked down at her plate. She'd barely touched her lunch. Much of it had been pushed to the edges and a clearing had been formed in the middle of the dish. It really was a shame. She generally enjoyed Cookie's veggie loaf, even if it was from a store-bought kit. “Sunset?” Sunset felt a hand placed on hers. Looking up, her eyes locked with Cookie's. She looked worried. Sunset gave a small smile, which eased the older woman slightly. “Honey,” she said softly, “what's the matter?” “Nothing.” She felt Cookie's grip tighten. “That looks like a whole lot of nothing.” She pulled Sunset closer to her, letting the younger girl rest upon her. She speared a piece of the loaf with Sunset's fork and held it for Sunset to eat, “You know I don't like it when you don't eat.” “But, I like it when you feed me,” Sunset smirked, taking the bite. “So, what's on your mind?” “I can't say,” Sunset sighed, “Not right now. Maybe later.” “Fine,” Cookie said, offering Sunset another piece of loaf, “keep your little secret. I'll wrangle it out of you eventually.” Sunset looked up at Cookie, “Kiss me.” “Why?” “Do I need a reason?” “Never do anything without a reason.” Sunset playfully rolled her eyes, “Fine. Because it's been a while since I last kissed my girlfriend.” She smiled as their lips locked. “Better?” Cookie asked. “I think,” Sunset's smile widened, “How about one more for good measure?” “How about a trade?” “I think I know what you want, but I can't give it right now. Would you be willing to give me an advance?” “Maybe,” Cookie traced a finger along Sunset's jawline, “But then the price would be doubled.” “Hard to double something you only have one of.” “Then, perhaps,” her hand followed down Sunset's neck to her collar bone, “another mode of payment?” “Such as?” She felt Cookie's hand move further downward. “Such as...” She squeezed, eliciting a moan from Sunset. A devilish smile crossed Sunset's lips. “That," she said, "I think I can do.” --- Cookie traced her fingers up and down Sunset's spine. “What are you reading?” “The Scarlet Pimpernel.” “For fun? Or—” “No, this is for school. We're supposed to read about half of it in preparation for tomorrow.” “In preparation for what?” Sunset shrugged, “Who knows. Why did you stop? It was feeling good.” “Because you still haven't told me what is bothering you.” Sunset set down her book with a sigh. She wrapped her arms around Cookie, pulling her in close, “It's nothing you need to worry about.” Cookie shook her head, “It worries you, so it worries me.”