“Oh please, Flash. It’s not gonna happen, dude.”
Flash Sentry’s face scrunched up into an arrogant pout. He crossed his arms like a sulking child before they start in on a full-blown tantrum. Sunset Shimmer smiled to herself; she would pay big money to see him kicking and screaming on the floor.
“It is going to happen. She’s only a few years older than us. She isn’t seeing anyone. She’s single and I want to mingle, goddamnit!”
“I don’t know, bro. I thought she was seeing someone…?” Brawly asked, shuffling his feet, unsure.
“Yeah, well, whatever. I’m still gonna do it.”
Sunset shook her head. She was sure today would be no different than every other day that Flash stood outside the classroom, boasting to whoever would listen about the daring feat he would attempt this time. In the beginning, people looked forward to seeing what he would say. But over time, as Flash had done only one thing he said he would, everyone lost interest, aside from his own friends. Flash Sentry was a wuss.
Sunset had missed his boast of the day, having arrived for class later than usual. At least she had seen the best part. That is, Flash whining at the doubts of Brawly Beats. From what she had gathered, it seemed like he was going to ask a girl out. An older girl, at that. Sunset didn’t personally know all of her classmates, but she could take a few guesses as to who Flash’s victim may be. It was a small group, perhaps twenty students in all. It was a rowdy group too, unlike any class Sunset had been a part of. They often drove the professor to the end of her wits.
The professor.
Sunset sighed as she took her seat between her friends. Her eyes immediately shot to the head of the room, where the professor was leaning over her desk, rifling through some documents.
Oh God.
Sunset pulled her bottom lip between her teeth at the sight. The woman was bent at the waist, stretching far to the opposite side of her desk to reach a pencil. Her skirt wasn’t especially short, but it was riding up now, showing off an expanse of flawless lower thighs and -
“Yo, Sunny, could you be any more obvious?”
Rainbow Dash waved a hand in front of her friend’s face, breaking her from her trance. Sunset tossed her a glare.
“Obvious? I wasn’t being -“
“Sugar cube, yer face is redder n’ a red delicious at its prime.” Applejack drawled from her other side.
With a groan, the redhead slapped her hands to her cheeks, feeling the heat of her rushing blood. She couldn’t help it; Twilight Sparkle was fucking hot. Sunset loved everything about the older woman. Her voice, her hair, her glasses, her figure. The irritation she tried to suppress when her students got too wild. The way she would get flustered and stutter whenever Flash asked an inappropriate question. The kind understanding in her eyes when Sunset had admitted to her how much she was struggling to keep up with her work (though leaving out the part about how Twilight herself was the reason why). That had gained her rights to stay late after class for a bit of tutoring. Unexpected, but no way in hell had it been unwelcome. Sunset wanted to just throw her against the wall and fingerbang her until her voice went hoarse from screaming her name.
Sunset immediately felt her face heat again at those thoughts. She saw Rainbow shoot her a smirk, her eyebrows waggling suggestively. She hadn’t even noticed Twilight had already started the lecture. She tried her hardest to pay attention to her professor’s words and not her curves.
……
Near the end of class, Sunset caught the sound of loud whispers coming from several rows behind her. She recognized Flash’s voice as he continued arguing with his friend.
“Yes, I’m doing it.” He said.
“No, c’mon dude, it’s not a good idea,” Brawly whispered almost frantically. “She’s our professor.”
The redhead couldn’t stop herself from turning around and glaring at Flash. He glared back, slightly confused but upset someone would give him such a look.
Flash Sentry, that wuss, planned to ask Twilight on a date? Who the fuck did he think he was? Sunset couldn’t allow him even a sliver of a chance to make his move.
She turned back around in her seat, balling her hands into fists, nearly snapping her pencil in half. It didn’t escape her friends’ notice.
“What’s going on?” Rainbow whispered.
Sunset set her shoulders before replying.
“I’m going for it.”
“What?!” She screeched.
Twilight stopped speaking at Rainbow’s interruption. She furrowed her brows and placed her hands on her hips, looking between the two girls.
“Is there a problem, ladies?”
Sunset flashed Rainbow Dash an extremely cocky smirk and her own eyebrow wiggle. Her friend smushed her own cheeks together in glee.
“Uh, no problem, miss,” Sunset stood then. “But I did have a question for you.”
Twilight sighed but spread her hands in a gesture indicating Sunset to continue. She was sure this was the premise for just another of the redhead’s antics. She really was a wonderful student with great potential, but she spent far too much time caught up in the influence of her friends, particularly Rainbow Dash. Though she would admit that Sunset had a knack for charming her way out of trouble. Twilight had fallen for it on a number of occasions. Indeed, fallen for her.
“Well, I was wondering….”
Sunset cocked a brow as she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, easily swaying her hips side to side smally. The nervous fidgeting of her teacher only strengthened her resolve.
“Are you seeing anyone, professor?”
A murmur spread throughout the classroom. A scoff from Flash Sentry stood out. Twilight blinked, her mouth opening and closing several times without any words. She twirled her hair around her fingers nervously.
“I-I… I mean - no, I-I’m not, but….”
“Good.”
The class let out an excited sound as Sunset smoothly vaulted herself over the table, making wide strides towards Twilight. All of the students screamed and hollered when the redhead grabbed Twilight in her arms and pressed their lips together. Rainbow, perhaps, screamed the loudest.
Sunset regretted her brash action when she felt Twilight stiffen. She pulled back, ready to apologize, play this off as one of her pranks, albeit a stupid one, but she was almost instantly drawn back in by her professor, whose hands had shot up to cup her face. A fresh wave of excited screeching shot up from the students, but Sunset didn’t hear it, she was too wrapped up in the most blissful moment of her fucking life.
When they parted, she saw Twilight smiling, a beautiful blush lighting up her face.
“And here’s my followup question.” Sunset breathed. “How about you start seeing me?”
Twilight was still having trouble finding her voice, so she just nodded dumbly.
A whining cry of, “Goddamnit!!” sounded out over the rambunctious classroom.