Sunset led Twilight swiftly down the beach until they were hidden from the view of the campsite.
Twilight was not doing well, “oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. I hit her. I hit AJ’s fiancée and she’ll never forgive me, and she’ll never speak to me again andourfriendshipswillallbreakapart… Oh no, oh no, oh no.”
“Twilight, it’s gonna be alright.”
“Ohno, ohno, ohno.”
“Twilight, AJ isn’t mad at you.”
“Our friendship is over, they’ll never let me help with the cider or accounts again. Ohhhhhnooooooo.”
“Are you hungry!?”
Twilight paused in her pacing, flabbergasted, “what?”
Sunset rolled her eyes and pulled Twilight into a hug. “AJ isn’t mad at you and nothing is going to ruin our friendships. At this point it would take murder, unjustified, cold blooded murder, to break our bonds. Now, do you want to go back to camp and laugh with the others about that killer dragging you just executed… or do you wanna make out?”
Her eyes sparkled (heh), “the um, the second one.” Sunset pulled her into a fierce kiss, tongue slipping between her lips and hands gripping her hips. She guided her gently against a nearby tree and proceeded to show her just how impressive she thought that slap had been. Twilight relaxed and let her own hands drift down Sunset’s back, tentatively she slipped them into the back pockets of Sunset’s jeans and squeezed.
“Someone’s feeling brave.” Sunset chuckled, disengaging just enough to move her face into the crook of Twilight’s neck.
“Quiet you; I’m the hero of the hour.”
Sunset pressed herself against her tighter and whined softly, “my hero.”