Title: First Kiss
Pairing: Sunset Shimmer/Fluttershy
“So … in your world … everyone is …” Fluttershy gulped, her sentence tailing off into a squeak dogs would have had trouble hearing. “… gay?”
Sunset held the packet of frozen peas to her face. “Bisexual, but yeah, pretty much.”
“Oh … my …” Fluttershy wrapped a lock of hair around her fingers, tugging it so tight a few strands snapped. “I’m sorry.”
“I think this is the part where I say that, actually.” Sunset winced. “I knew this world isn’t the same as Equestria but still, it never even occurred to me that people aren’t as free-thinking as ponies when it comes to sex.”
Fluttershy cheeped and hid her face behind a cushion shaped like a fuzzy red strawberry.
“What? What!?”
“You said the ‘S’ word.”
“What? Sex?”
She cheeped again.
“Celestia damn it, Fluttershy, sex is not a dirty word!”
“No, but it’s an embarrassing one.”
“I didn’t even proposition you for sex!”
Fluttershy did her best to hide her whole body behind the cushion.
“I only kissed you! And you made it pretty clear you weren’t interested in even that much.” Briefly, Sunset removed the peas and examined herself in the mirror on Fluttershy’s bedroom wall. A large splayed handprint graced her cheek. Experimentally she poked it with a fingertip. “Ow!”
“I … I am sorry.”
“I know you’re sorry, Fluttershy.” Sunset sighed. “You’re always sorry.”
Slowly, a pair of big blue eyes reappeared from behind the cushion. “But I am. Truly. I just … you caught me unawares. I had no idea you … felt like that … about me…”
“Who wouldn’t? You’re cute and funny and kind and really pretty and … and you’re wearing the cushion for a face again.”
“Sorry.”
“Damn it!”
“Sorr-”
“Stop saying sorry all the time!” Sunset shouted.
The little frilly bedroom fell into an uneasy silence.
Sunset swept hair off her face. She was sweaty and sore and embarrassed, even though intellectually she knew there was no reason to be, and just so very done with all this. “I guess I’d better go home now,” she muttered. “Sorry for weirding you out.”
After all, it wasn’t a proper day in the human world if she couldn’t find some new way to screw up or ostracise herself from people with her non-people ways.
“Wait!” Fluttershy reached out a hand as if to grab Sunset and prevent her from leaving.
Sunset paused, a half inch out of the other girl’s reach. “What? Look, I’ll help you deliver the animal sanctuary flyers tomorrow. I’m not in the mood right now.”
“I … I wanted … needed …” Fluttershy flushed crimson.
Something inside Sunset stirred. She half turned around. “Wanted what?” At the continued hesitancy, she pressed: “Needed what, Fluttershy?”
“You really like me?” Fluttershy whispered. “Like, that way?”
“Well sure. Why else would I have tried to kiss you?”
“Some pony ritual maybe?”
“Kissing is kissing, ponies or people.” That much she knew from dating Flash. She had learned then that boys were just as grabby as colts – and just as disappointingly predictable if you didn’t make your boundaries clear right from the start.
Fluttershy chewed her bottom lip. It was quite adorable. Sunset found herself watching the tiny appearances of teeth as the other girl spoke again.
“It … it wasn’t horrible … kissing you …”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment? Kissing me isn’t horrible?” Sunset frowned.
“No, no! I mean yes! I mean … um …” Fluttershy covered her face with that damned cushion again. “ImeanimaybekindoflikeditbutIwassurprisedbecauseyou’reagirlwellsortofandI’magirlandgirlsdon’tusuallykissgirlsand…” She ran out of breath, ending her outburst with a deep gulp of air. “Could you, um, try again? When I’m ready this time, I mean. Not catching me by surprise like that. I really am sorry for slapping you, by the way.”
Sunset paused before turning around fully and plopping down on the beanbag chair next to the low bed. “You’re sure you won’t smack me again?”
“I promise.”
“Okay then.” She licked her lips and tilted her head.
“Oh! Um …” Fluttershy hesitantly tilted this way and that. She pulled away, shook her head and then thrust it forward like a brawler about to head-butt an opponent.
Sunset paused. “Fluttershy … you have kissed someone before, right?
“Not, um, as such.”
“So when I planted one on you before,” she clarified with dawning realisation, “that was your first kiss?”
“Um … yes.”
Sunset pressed the flat of her hand against her face - then yelped and let go. “No wonder you slapped me.” She got up from the chair with some sliding and difficulty. Her skirt rode up and she hiked it down as soon as she attained her feet.
“Did I do it wrong?” Fluttershy asked, horrified. “Don’t you want to kiss me anymore?”
“Yes. Stand up.”
“Huh?”
“Just do it. We’re the same height. This makes it easier.”
“Oh. Um…” Fluttershy did as she was bade. “Now what?”
“Close your eyes, tilted your head left and part your lips.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
Gently, Sunset took Fluttershy’s face between her hands. She cupped her palms, marveling at the softness of the other girl’s skin. After one had lived with fur all their life, skin was still a fascinating skin. She brought her own face close and softly brushed their lips together. It was the gentlest approximation of a kiss she could manage, far removed from the snap decision one of less than an hour ago. Fluttershy seemed to sigh into her mouth, as if the kiss wasn’t as bad as she had been expecting. Gradually, Sunset pressed their lips together, allowing Fluttershy to get used to the feeling of someone else’s mouth on hers before she started to move her lips.
Eventually they parted. Fluttershy’s eyes had taken on a dopey light. Sunset smirked.
“We can count that as your first real kiss instead.”
“Mmmm…” Fluttershy blinked. “I think I like kissing you.”
“Oh really?” Sunset’s eyebrow bounced upward.
“Uh-huh. C-could we do that again?”
Sunset grinned and cupped Fluttershy’s chin with her palms. “My pleasure.”