Twilight and Sunset has found each other in the haze and daze of drink, smoke and a punk rock show. All shows end but the party does not have to. Where to next?
Twilight and Sunset are closely caught up with each other in more ways than one, two or three. The night feels endless. An endlessness they do not even need to pay attention to as they are together. They have come a long way from a simple phone-call and the courage to step out into the night to begin with. --
How does it all carry on? More like spot-on girl-love. A little more intense, a little less sense. (Chapter 2 is pretty much only sex. Cute, careful lesbian sex but sex none the less.) (Chapter 4 is also sex.)
The look on Sunset's face is priceless. Not in a funny way but close. A pleasant confusion between the both of them. They stand in a loose embrace and just stare at each other for eons of time. All the hammering, slam-dancing and sweaty bodies around them shift like a roiling sea but does not even pull their attention for a second. The last band blasts through their repertoire with unbridled fury and before long, the vocalist announces they are done. Stage-divers and moshing madmen alike cheer and then it all slowly grinds to a halt.
Twilight trails a finger down the middle of Sunset's chest. She looks at her own finger while swallowing hard. She had a few moments of clarity, a shining light in the twitching darkness that fills her mind. The kiss was just a first step. She desires more. More of Sunset. The momentary courage of alcohol and the heart-thundering adrenaline of what has just transpired has her all kinds of hot and bothered.
How to take the step? A question? She has to probe Sunset with more affection. She lets her hand rest on Sunset's stomach. Locking eyes with the still speechless fire-maned girl, she lets her fingers bend around her slender waist. Sunset's first noise in forever is a surprised little yelp as Twilight pulls her close. Twilight cannot help but to let her lips curl into a sly little smile as she notices that Sunset is blushing furiously.
Twilight wastes no time now. She knows what she wants but has no idea how to get it. She is improvising and that means taking risks and failing. She leans in for another kiss and Sunset does not move at all. The mild panic in Sunset's wide-open eyes remains. Twilight does not even hesitate, she presses her lips against Sunset's. Expecting anything. The last moment of passion just cannot have been a fluke.
She gets her answer as Sunset pretty much melts onto her lips. Twilight shivers in delight as Sunset's arms snake around her. Sunset's hands first rest on her back before very, very slowly descending. They end up on Twilight's behind. A very careful touch at first but as their kiss intensifies a little, her fingers dig into the soft curve of her butt. Twilight breaks the kiss with a little wince of surprised pleasure. She chews on her lower lip for a short moment while catching a shaky breath through her nose. Her grip of the fire-haired girl also tightens as she goes for another kiss. This time awkwardly poking her tongue against Sunset's lips.
Sunset carefully touches the tip of Twilight's tongue with her own. Twilight responds by getting a bit bolder. She licks Sunset's upper lip and the other girl begins opening her mouth, ever so slight, ever so slow. Time and space around them has completely stopped now. Twilight finally gets her tongue into Sunset's mouth in a slippery little dance. This moment rivals the creation of the universe.
The deepened kiss is erratic and short but none the less the most explosive pleasure Twilight has ever felt. Her face lingers extremely close after the kiss is over. She considers going for another with every breath Sunset exhales. Their eyes are opened wide, fixed on each other.
This is when their entire universe breaks apart. An outside force invades their most intimate moment. A missing-tooth grin, intense yellow eyes and a messy red mohawk comes into view. Riot looks like she has indeed been through a riot. She is bleeding from somewhere up on her scalp and has a rather significant black eye. She radiates devilry and is eyeing them with a predatory glare.
Twilight gasps for breath. How long has Riot been standing there? What did she see? Why does it feel like it matters? Twilight is silently starting to panic, she hardly knows this person. What does she want? Surprisingly enough, it is Sunset that speaks up.
"Oh stop glaring, Riot, you kiss girls all the time."
Riot fakes annoyance, then puts on another would-be brilliant grin. Clearly enough, the kissing girls fell into her trap.
"I'd belittle you for denying your obvious lesbianism but that isn't even the trail I'm on. Look around you, lovebirds. You're the only party left in this dump. Come away with us, back to my garage!"
True enough, most others have cleared out. There are a few more people standing around or sitting on the stage, chatting with some of the bands that have not moved on to an after-party. Twilight's head spins a bit, the sudden realization that the place is almost completely quiet hits her in the face like a splash of cold water. Riots voice rings fuzzily in her ears. Lesbianism. Girls who fall in love with girls. Girls who do sex-type stuff with girls. She slowly lets her vice-like grip of Sunset slip, just a little, still refusing to fully let go.
So that's it then. She's a lesbian now. Twilight blinks a few times. No, that's just a label. Riot planted the word to define her being close to Sunset in this way. She watches Sunset's eyes flit back and forth from her own to Riots grinning visage. She hears Sunset inhale, she feels it in her grip. Finally, the fire-maned girl speaks again.
"I don't know, I'm pretty partied out... I'll come if Twilight wants to though."
Twilight can feel Riot basically burning holes in the side of her skull by staring. She does not at all feel tired or done. She can party on while still closely attached to Sunset, right? That strange dark world in the garage does seem tempting. It was after all an important step on the journey of this night.
They have come a long way from a few ciders at Sunset's and the cosmic walk over the streets of their town. Twilight feels a certain thirst rise in the back of her lust-muddled mind. Cider would be nice. Another huff of those drugs would be welcome too. To sink down into one of those trashed sofas and cuddle up to Sunset is quickly becoming the best option. She ignores Riot for a bit longer and looks to Sunset.
"I wouldn't mind going... I mean, we can always leave, right?"
Sunset nods slowly and the sizzling sensation in the side of Twilight's head is suddenly gone. Riot has stopped staring and danced off across the messy floor towards the exit. She moves with a strange grace, a bloodied tribal princess amongst plastic cups and cigarette butts.
Twilight and Sunset untangle from their eternal embrace, two ancient colossi that have remained immobile since time unknown and now roused by the dance of the red mohawk. As their embrace has unfolded to just one hand in another, Sunset suddenly leans in and gives Twilight a quick kiss on the lips. When she pulls back, she is wearing the most beautiful smile Twilight has ever seen.
A thumping sound up ahead draws their reluctant attention. Riot is beating a drum solo with her hands onto the frame of the doorway.
"You can love and dove all you want when we're on our way, so come on, this girl requires more chaos!"
Twilight hears Sunset sigh but when she looks over, she is still wearing a cute little smile. They walk out of the dark, sweaty place and into the dim brightness of the streetlights outside. The night remains beautiful and the slight breeze is very welcome after the stifling murk they just spent an unknown amount of time in. Riot dances around outside, slapping shoulders and bumming cigarettes. When she sees that Twilight and Sunset has finally come out, she lets out a little war-cry. She quickly rallies her troops, a rag-tag group of perhaps ten young punks of mixed genders. A colourful group to say the least. Ripped jeans, spikes and chains. All manners of patches and prints. Someone is sporting spiked hair so tall he looks like some kind of explosion.
All and every detail just passes Twilight by as she clings onto Sunset's arm while they march down the street. Just as before, the only things drawing her focus is the flourishing colours of the night sky and, of course, Sunset. Her roiling mind has settled rather nicely, now that so many roads has become a highway through her brain. A path with a single goal; more good times with the fire-maned girl.
Their journey takes them back the way they came but nothing looks the same any more. Twilight is wearing the rose-coloured goggles of infatuation rather than the swirly specs of alcohol and weed. The mysterious outside is now just a veiled world to see her and Sunset on their way. The way toward a place that would seem unlikely for romance but that also is the most fitting place in the world for their nervous little teenage fling.
The familiar streets and buildings crawl by as the troop of punks howl, laugh and jump around while making their way. They all seem familiar with the path they have to take to the aforementioned garage. Once out in the well-manicured suburban surrounding once more, none of the group seem to slow down on the shouting and general raising hell. They are fairly close to the driveway of Riot's garage before the red mohawk halts them all. The crowd turns down their volume significantly as they trek up the short distance to the garage. The house besides lies silent and dark. Riot works the bent garage door with expertise and ushers everyone inside.
Well inside, she and the other punks start rummaging around. Some of them help each other with putting old mattresses against the inside of the door. The others disperse into the dark garage. Ciders are passed around and someone fiddles with the stereo. Riot looks at Twilight with a grin when she spots her quizzical look. She points with her entire hand to the pile of mattresses that now block the door.
"Soundproofing. Wouldn't wanna wake the dragon in the house."
Twilight's eyes go wide.
"There's a dragon in the house?!”
She can hear Sunset snicker beside her and now it is Riot's turn to look mildly confused. The confusion is swept away as she is presented by a freshly opened, ice-cold cider. The boy that brought them hands one to Twilight and one to Sunset in fine unison with the thundering of drums from the blasted speaker-system. The first taste of the cold cider along with the melodic noise that fills the room makes things tingle inside of Twilight even more than before. This feels like freedom. It reeks, it is loud and dirty but it is freedom.
Before the situation can get stale and silly, Riot has seemingly already forgotten about the dragon conversation. She merrily vaults away over the closest sofa and joins another conversation. Twilight and Sunset are left face-to-face and speechless. They both share a small smile and drink at the same time. Is this the beginning of a party or simply a following act to the theater of life they have been partaking in for quite some time now?
Mystery and answers blend as someone shrieks in joy over the pounding music. Sunset looks deep into Twilight's sparkling purple eyes and leans in close. Twilight can feel her heart pound wildly as Sunset's free hand creeps up her arm to her shoulder. The fire-maned girl stays still for a moment, just looking into her eyes before she speaks.
"I am so glad I called you. This is unbelievable."
Unbelievable is the word. A word that dances around Twilight's head, much as the wild pack of punks. Her ability to speak is yet again long lost. Time crawls by in irregular intervals. It is like they are in their own little universe inside of the gloomy garage. A little universe they simply cannot count on keeping to themselves. Not with such a force as Riot around. Then again, it is the existence of that force that is allowing their little cosmos to momentarily bloom.
Sunset sees the vacancy creep into Twilight's eyes and lets her own gaze slip away as she cuddles up close to the purple girl. She drinks slowly and deep, surveying the room with lazy eyes. Her eyes flit back and forth until she feels something touch her. A hand on her stomach. A purple hand. She lets her eyes fall back on Twilight. Smiles are exchanged. Twilight leans forth a bit and places her bottle on the floor, keeping her hand on Sunset. She then lets her now free hand join the first in caressing Sunset's side.
Sunset breathes in and keeps both still and quiet as Twilight touches her. She watches purple fingers trail over her flat stomach, up and down, wavering as if trying to make a decision. It takes all too long but a spark of light finally illuminates her mental root cellar. In a swift motion with her free hand, she grabs one of Twilight's and holds it up to her own chest. Smiling, no, grinning wickedly. She soon presses Twilight's hand against one of her breasts.
The look on Twilight's face is priceless. Not in a funny way but close. No confusion at all between them. Sunset's face softens significantly as purple fingers tremble against her clothed breast. She pushes a little with her own hand and murmurs softly as she feels Twilight's fingers curl into an awkward grip.
The look on Twilight's face, the nervousness, the intensity. It washes away Sunset's own hesitation and gives her a certain kind of courage. She puts the bottle back to her lips, then stops. Thinking for a second, she reaches for Twilight's other hand. As she pulls at it, Twilight shifts a bit to better be able to face Sunset. A deep blush on her face that only intensifies as Sunset places her second hand up to her chest as well. Twilight sits still for a while with both arms stretched out straight, trembling.
Sunset shifts the grip on her cider and presents it to Twilight. The purple girl just blinks. The situation keeps getting more and more absurd. In a good way? Yes... She stares at the bottle for a few seconds. Her hands are busy, right? The bottle is too far away. She shakes her head in an attempt to clear some of her mental fog. She follows it by swallowing hard before bending her arms and leaning in. She opens her mouth while Sunset lets out a short giggle. Twilight's fingers are digging into her flesh almost cramp-like now. Her soft lips meet the cool glass of the bottle and Sunset tips it to let a little cider run into her mouth.
It spills over and a little trickle of sweet liquid runs down the side of Twilight's mouth. Sunset giggles some more and pulls the bottle back while Twilight looks down. Silly, she feels silly. They both feel silly. A good kind of silly, surely.
Locking eyes again, they share a smile before Sunset reaches up to brush away the leaked cider from Twilight's face with her thumb. Twilight closes her eyes momentarily and flicks her head to brush it against more of Sunset's hand. Sunset answers by petting her, first with folded fingers, then cupping her hand against the side of her face. Twilight is hot to the touch, or is she? Perhaps it is the fever they are sharing right now.
Twilight breathes rapidly through her nose. The feeling of Sunset's body against her hands, the sensation of Sunset's hand against her face. Her heart races just as much as when they kissed. She hardly even notices as the clatter of a bottle sounds next to them. Sunset has finished her drink, dumped the bottle and her now available hand snakes around Twilight's torso. She sits up a bit to get closer. Twilight lets out a little noise in surprise and locks eyes with Sunset again, her trembling hands still awkwardly pressed onto her soft breasts.
Twilight shifts further to get more comfortable in her position. she clumsily raises her leg up over Sunset's. Soon she sits straddling Sunset, face-to-face. A heavenly smile from Sunset and her hands on Twilight's hips. They both begin leaning in when they are interrupted by a hearty chuckle and a thick cloud of smoke.
Ice in their veins, their little bubble burst yet again. They look to the side, heads turning in unison. The grinning face of Riot greets them.
“Oh, don't stop now, it was just getting good.”
Twilight pulls her hands back and Sunset sighs in annoyance. She begins to speak but Riot interrupts her.
“Was just thinking you'd want a re-fill of this little badboy, make them kisses even sweeter.”
Riot holds up a long, burning cigarette-thing, smelling earthenly sweet. Twilight and Sunset share glances. Sunset is looking rather indifferent but Twilight's interest has been roused. The thought has been playing in her mind. Sure, swept aside by more alluring thought of Sunset. Now, when that act is momentarily interrupted, might as well, right? She will take full advantage of the freedom within the muggy structure they find themselves in. Her night of adventure is not over and just about all and any encouragement resounds in her head like a hurricane of great ideas.
Twilight reaches out and carefully pinches the enormous joint. Sunset and Riot watch with mixed interest as she puts it to her lips. She is slow but not apprehensive, this may only be her second time but all the events of late has definitely boosted her confidence. Sure, last time it hit like a truck but all she has to do is assume it will hit the same again. Simple logic, right?
Inhale. The smoke is rough but the taste is just as sweet as the smell. She only holds it for a second, then sharply exhales, ending in a short cough. Sunset looks a little concerned while Riot just grins her missing-tooth grin.
“You go, Twilight! One more!”
Riot snakes closer, her eyes practically flashing. Malice? No, enthusiasm. She kneels down while crossing her arms over the arm-rest of the ragged sofa. She plants her chin on the top arm and tilts her head to the side. Grin unwavering as she observes Twilight with her usual predatory gaze. Her voice is calm and collected as she speaks.
“Take a steady, looong drag, hold through the burn, count to seven. Then exhale, cough and fly into the sky.”
Twilight blinks slowly and sways a little from side to side, looking at the joint. It looks like some kind of magic wand. The fire-lit end emitting a thin, long trail of smoke. The lazily fluttering fumes catch her attention and warrants a short snicker. She puts the slim, non-burning end to her lips and goes over Riot's very simple instructions in her head.
A long inhale. She can feel the smoke filling her lungs. It claws at her throat and sends tingles jolting up and down her spine. She counts, tires to anyway. Numbers and words blend in her head. Three, four... Six? No, that's not right. Twilight looks from Riot to Sunset, confused but still holding her breath. Riot glances over to Sunset as well and finds her looking concerned. Sunset raises a hand to caress Twilight's shoulder.
“Exhale, Twilight.”
Twilight blinks at Sunset, the words alien to her. It takes her another second before she basically belches out all the smoke at once. A large, thin cloud pretty much envelops all three of the girls before dispersing into the darkness above. The brutal exhale is followed by coughing. Uncontrollable coughing, teary eyes and a big, goofy smile.
Riot shuffles to her feet and turns with a satisfied sound before stepping away. Just as abrupt as she appeared. Apparently her work is done for the moment. Sunset rubs Twilight's back and takes the large joint from her while the purple girl keeps on coughing, softer and softer with every rough breath. A tear or two rolls down her cheeks but her expression is the opposite of sad. She looks around, eyes searching around the room for a moment. Riot is off talking to someone else again. There is actually a couple in one of the other sofas in a similar position as her and Sunset. Oh, right, Sunset. Her attention snaps back to the fire-haired girl she is currently sitting on.
“Sunset... My head is full of parasprites!”
Twilight has absolutely no control over the volume she is speaking in. She is practically shouting. It earns a big smile and soft chuckle from Sunset. She should have guessed there was nothing to worry about. Twilight is keeping up surprisingly well for a first-time light-weight. Sunset lets her fingers scratch lightly at Twilight's back. They regain their earlier focus on each other and Sunset leans forward to put away the slowly dying joint on the dirty, low table between the sofas. Doing so, she brushes up against Twilight, causing the purple girl to blurt out a strange noise, quickly followed by a hoarse giggle.
Clumsily and perhaps a bit unexpected for the both of them, she tosses her arms around Sunset's neck and weighs on her. Sunset gets a faceful of Twilight's chest as they both fall back into the sofa. Twilight murmurs something about finding her centre of balance while stroking the back of Sunset's head. She tangles her fingers in Sunset's hair and nuzzles her face into her red-and-yellow mane. Sunset answers with a satisfied sound and trails her fingers up and down Twilight's back. Where were they in enjoying each other's closeness?
They remain still for a moment, only little flicks of fingers and the occasional absent-minded giggle from Twilight. The purple girl breathes deep through her nose, taking in Sunset's scent. She did smell her before, right? Is there any difference? She attempts to recall, only to realise what she is doing. Smelling someone's hair is creepy, isn't it? She takes another deep huff before leaning back and squinting at Sunset through a messy tangle of her own hair. She licks her lips slowly, her expression rather obviously giving away the fact that she is trying to find words by raking around in the weeds of her mental garden. The cosmos they created for themselves has grown a million times larger for her. Sunset is a flaring star, a celestial body that draws her in. Everything else in the universe is floating aimlessly around her. Words, feelings, needs, wants. She hungers, she thirsts. The burning desire in her mind and body grows by the second. What was it Riot said? Something was going to be sweeter. Right now, isn't everything sweeter?
She reaches up with one hand as if to attempt to pluck something out of the air. When not able to grasp anything, she lets her hand fall on top of Sunset's head and slip down the side of her face. She lets it rest against her cheek for a while, eyes wide and words on the tip of her tongue. Words that she cannot squeeze out. Sunset looks mildly amused and clearly understanding. She knows how it feels to disappear into a cloud the way Twilight just did.
Twilight starts to look bothered about the fact that she cannot think, then changes expression completely. She shines up as if a comedic little light-bulb just lit above her head. She brings her other hand up to Sunset's face and presses her palms against each side of the orange girl's softly smiling face. It does not take her long to dive in and plant a not-so-careful kiss on Sunset's upper lip. She does not pull back more than an inch or two and hovers over Sunset, breathless in anticipation.
A shiver of delight runs up her spine as she can feel Sunset grasp her hips with both hands. Sunset stretches up and comes face-to-face to meet her, giving a better-aimed placing of lips. The sweeter kisses mentioned before are now a reality. The thought alone twists Twilight's mind. She cannot believe how true those few words ring. She is just about to go into a full-on pondering when she is pulled back into reality by Sunset's lovely lips against hers. A wet, sweet kiss that tastes ever so slight of cider. An explosion of love and lust. In her mouth, in her mind. By all things that are good, she can even feel it all the way out in her fingertips.
Twilight smooches Sunset's face over and over and Sunset does her best not to giggle or laugh. The soft assault tickles in multiple ways. Inside, outside. Sunset lets her hands trail up from Twilight's hips, over her sides and onto her chest. Her time to cope a feel.
Twilight stops as she feels Sunset's hands on her breasts. She pulls back a bit and looks down, as if to make sure her eyes can see what her body is feeling. The overheating of her brain nears completion. Sunset's touch only reminds her of what she got to experience herself before she was interrupted by the looming fog-machine that now has her spell-bound. Twilight looks to Sunset with eyes open so wide it looks like it hurts before shutting them tight and throwing her head back. She wiggles a bit from side to side and lets out a pleased hum. This is all deliciously awkward, an overpowering thrill. It is also feels like this is exactly what she had in mind when she wanted more of Sunset along with more party. It is like a higher power planned this entire evening.
While Twilight is soaring high on inter-dimensional winds, Sunset is enjoying a bit of free reign over her body. Squeezing, rubbing, stroking. She explores Twilight's tight human shapes while certain thoughts are brewing in her mind. Things that cannot be done in a garage full of punks. She would like to get even more intimate, preferably involving a particularly slow removal of clothes. Another thing she does not want to do around other people.
Lost in thought for a moment, Sunset tries to plan out whatever happens next. She does not even know what time it is. The sun could be peering over the horizon for all she knows. The garage is timeless and the unwavering intoxication of the past hours has muddled memory and time into a fine mess. The thought of time passing makes Sunset realise how tired she is. Or rather, how tired she would be if she wasn't super-charged by Twilight's close proximity.
It settles rather quick in her mind. They are done here, they need to return to their original haunt. Her would-be oppressive room, now a liberated land of free will, all under the guiding hand of the lavender goddess. Well, her hand won't be guiding much right now but the idea, the metaphor or whatever is a pleasing one. She shifts a bit beneath Twilight and embraces her tightly to speak softly in her ear.
“I'd like to go home, I think we are both partied out and I'd like to... I mean, I'd like you to... Join me in bed...”
Very pleased with herself for speaking her mind clear enough, Sunset impatiently awaits an answer. A few moments pass and she starts to wonder if Twilight did not hear her. She lets the embrace loosen and looks to Twilight's face. She is averting her gaze, nodding slightly. Her blush looks like it is about to sizzle off her face. Finally, she looks to Sunset through the corner of her eyes.
Excusing themselves was easy. Hugging Riot and getting out of the garage took a little time. A few bottles for the road and a slowly creeping sunrise accompanies them on their road home. The now familiar stroll through the eerily quiet suburban beauty. Twilight walks slow and holds Sunset's hand in a cramplike fashion. Everything and pretty much nothing grabs her attention, as if she is experiencing the world for the first time. The glow of the sun paints the sky in a myriad of colours. Just like when they ventured out to begin with, only in reverse as the day is being reborn, not withering away into darkness. It all feels like the ending of some old film. The two heroes facing the sunrise together. Only that this is not the end. It is just the next step on their eternal journey. Back to where it began. This time with a different thing in mind. They do not talk about what is to come but it hangs like a ball of lightning in the air. Electrifying them both, even if they step slowly.
Twilight is greatly entertained by just watching the world crawl by while Sunset is deeply lost in thought. Her jaw is tense and there is a slight blush playing on her cheeks. She is thinking about how this entire scenario will unfold. She will have to take a bit of command, definitely something that excites her. With that thought fresh in mind, she does what she can to walk a little faster. Twilight does not protest.
Familiar streets. No time, want or need to stop and look around. Slow steps soon become a brisk trot. Twilight giggles softly as she finally notices the look on Sunset's face. The reality of the situation hits her along with another giggle. Sunset is just as eager to taste her as she was before. They have gone from extremely public to semi-public and now heading for private. Doesn't it usually go the other way around? Then again, who cares?
Before she knows it, Twilight finds herself behind a few doors. She looks around the room while Sunset locks them in. Their own little world with a literal rather than mental gate this time. Sunset sets the ciders down next to the empty ones they left earlier. A fleeting thought of how the entire night developed nicely from just attempting to re-fill her tiny stash of mind-altering substances. What a fine twist.
Twilight sits down on the bed and looks to Sunset with a much less intense look in her eyes. Nervousness has set in, something Sunset predicted. She isn't exactly cool-headed and ready herself but all things considered, this is as good as it is ever going to get. Twilight swallows hard but puts on a sunny smile as Sunset sits down next to her. With no indication at all that Twilight is about to start anything, Sunset puts herself in charge, as planned. She reaches out with fairly steady hands and loosens the first button of Twilight's blouse. Her every movement a mile wide, her every breath arctic chill and hellfire at the same time. All things they have shared with each other up to this point suddenly feels like it didn't happen at all. Sunset has to focus like a pin-point laser to get the next button. Twilight sits like a statue, she barely dares to breathe.
Did they not just unapologetically make out in a room full of people? That now seems ancient history. This little moment in time is so charged that it could fuel a solar system. Twilight watches Sunset's surprisingly accurate digits take on their next obstacle. Another gatekeeper on the quest to open her blouse. Sure, they have both dressed and undressed others before for different reasons but not like this. Never like this. The anticipation is almost smothering them both. Neither one of them ever expected to be thrillingly uncomfortable just undressing around another girl. The thought has been brewing in Twilight's head for quite some time. It is not until Sunset has deftly undone all her buttons that she reaches out for something herself. Sunset's shirt. It is not buttoned up so Twilight thoughtfully manages to caress it off her shoulders. Sunset happily lets her remove her outer layer of clothing while shivering in delight. She soon answers by giving Twilight's blouse the same treatment. The purple girl's hands fly up over her chest in some sort of automatic reaction. She covers her small cleavage for a few seconds before seemingly processing the thought and slowly letting her hands drop.
Sunset smiles gently for her and quickly pulls her own t-shirt up over her head. They look at each other for a moment. This is not the first time they have seen each other in underwear but it is definitely a thing that does not happen all too often. Twilight is wearing a simple white bra that pretty much forces attention in contrast to her purple skin. Sunset is wearing something a little racier, black with a sharp, angular pattern. Also very much in contrast to her light-coloured skin. The two girls take in each other’s visage in silence for some time. Twilight fidgets with the hem of her skirt but does nothing. Sunset decides it is her turn to lose a piece of clothing first. She kicks off her shoes and begins tugging at her socks. She does not get far before she is interrupted. Twilight's soft, slender arms wrap around her from behind and extremely pleasant skin-on-skin warmth spreads over her back.
"Sunset... I'm nervous..."
The whispered voice of her purple angel echoes in Sunset's brain. Of course she is nervous. They are both nervous. She has to do something, she has to command the situation. The idea that strikes her is annoyingly simple. She turns in Twilight's embrace and more or less lets herself fall onto her and the bed. Just barely keeping herself up, her face hovers over Twilight's for a second before she goes in for a sloppy, needy kiss.
They both have a moment of something that feels like they both re-discovered and re-invented the art of kissing. A dance of tongues so toe-curlingly amazing they both forget to be nervous. At least for the moment.
When the kiss ends, they are both heaving for breath. Sunset does her best to stabilize herself while placing a soft string of kisses down Twilight's neck. She hesitates as she runs out of neck to kiss. She cannot falter. She has an idea that she needs to follow. Be in charge. Of herself and Twilight alike. She takes a deep breath of Twilight's scent before going lower, kissing the top of her chest while grasping for her skirt. It is a bit of a finicky position but she manages to coax Twilight's skirt down her legs. Never stopping with pressing her lips again and again against the alluring softness that is Twilight's medium-sized bust. This is met by a breathy giggle, if due to tickling or perhaps the absurdity of the position, Sunset does not know. Perhaps a bit of both. After quite some time of enjoying Twilight’s breasts, Sunset carries on downward. She means to remove the skirt from around Twilight's legs as well as get rid of her own jeans. She kisses her way down Twilight's flat stomach and notices the purple girl falling more and more into panic.
Sunset defuses the situation by blowing raspberries into Twilight's bellybutton, making her laugh violently for a few seconds. Sunset takes the chance to stand up and peel her jeans off and toss them into a pile on the floor. Getting rid of the obstacle, it is easy for her to turn her attention back to Twilight. Approaching her slowly, she reaches behind her back and with practiced ease, undoes the clasp of her own bra. As she weighs down on the bed again, she simply lets the small piece of clothing slide off her arms before she tosses it aside.
Twilight is watching with a certain fascination. She never saw another girl in this way before. Sure, she knew long ago that she thought Sunset was pretty. In the same thought, more of her friends are just that, pretty. Not like Sunset. The sexual lust lies like a thick fog in the room. Sunset makes her feel like she is burning inside. Making her tingle all over. She has most certainly made her panties damp with excitement. Whatever all these feelings are, she is absolutely certain that none of it is wrong.
Sunset draws close yet again. Twilight's eyes flicker from her breasts to her lips. Both look so very inviting. She has a brief moment of doubt, is Sunset looking at her the same way? Of course she is. Just because her breasts are a bit smaller and she isn't as good with putting on a sensual face doesn't mean Sunset wants her any less. She has made that extremely clear. Sunset notices Twilight's discomfort and leans in close to give her a little peck on the cheek before speaking in a hushed voice.
"There is nothing to worry about, Twilight. No scary body-parts you haven't seen before."
Twilight's momentary gloom was already fading but with Sunset's words it washes away instantly. Even makes her hold back a bit of a giggle.
"So how do we..."
Twilight interrupts herself by biting her finger and blushing rather furiously. She knows what she is about to speak of. It is difficult. She cannot find the words. The mental blockage is too strong even for a drunk and stoned mind to crash through. Sunset caresses her face lovingly and keeps the same hushed tone as before.
"Whatever feels good. Here, let me..."
She runs her other hand up and down Twilight's thigh for a moment while petting her face. Letting her get used to her slender fingers being places they usually do not go. She means to get a whole lot more intimate very soon. Twilight tenses up, then slowly relaxes as Sunset touches her skin. Pressing her fingers into her inner thigh, very slowly, very carefully stroking closer and closer to her hidden womanhood. Twilight is visibly quivering now but her expression is one of pleasure. Uncertain but intrigued. She breathes in and out quickly but suddenly stops and holds her breath. Sunset is touching her private parts. A light rubbing against her sex, still hidden under slightly moist cloth. Twilight feels her body ache and brain burn. Whatever nervousness was left may still be bubbling under the surface but for all other thoughts and functions, she is absolutely ready for more. She lets out a whimpering little moan and Sunset takes it as encouragement. She lets her nimble guitar-player's fingers work a bit harder against Twilight's increasingly slick womanhood. Twilight tenses up again, this time giving an audible moan. She looks to Sunset with a dreamy gaze, then reaches out with both arms to pull her in. She is in need of another one of those sloppy, greedy kisses. Sunset guides Twilight into a new position. They both lay half-and-half on their sides. They are a wild tangle of arms and legs while Twilight has her head cocked up over her shoulder to be able to keep the long, passionate kiss going. Sunset is getting bolder and more intense by the second. Touching Twilight's body is the most satisfying thing she has ever done. One hand between the purple girl’s legs and one hovering around her chest. She caresses her curves and very soon starts picking at the clasp of Twilight's bra. Slow undressing, just what she wanted. Getting to pick clothes off Twilight has her all kinds of worked up. She fairly easily gets rid of the piece of simple white underwear that is stopping her from getting long sought-after handfuls of Twilight's breasts. After pulling off the bra, Sunset quickly cups one of her hands over a perky, purple breast. She instantly finds that Twilight's arousal has her nipples stiff. Adorable little nubs stand on high salute. Sunset gently flicks a finger over the round shape only to have the stiff nipple give way with an indescribably satisfying softness. Never before has she been so intrigued by breasts. Her own may be bigger but they definitely pale in comparison to the enjoyment she is getting out of squeezing Twilight's.
Twilight pulls away from their continuous kissing to take a deep, ragged breath. She winces, moans and pants. She seems to really be getting into the right mood bodily to accompany what is becoming clearer and clearer in her head. Masturbation without doing it herself. So not masturbation... Sex...? She is having sex with Sunset Shimmer. The realisation hits her not only late but with tremendous force. A delighted panic on her face, she quickly goes for another kiss while laying her hands on Sunset's. She tugs at the hand on her clothed womanhood to pull it up, only to let it slide back, accompanied by her own under the hem of her panties. She hears Sunset gasp as she touches her wet heat. Her fingers quickly becoming slick as she rubs with both intensity and skill. Twilight moans and moans again as Sunset gives her the treatment she usually gives herself. Sunset manages to slide into a comfortable position behind Twilight and her busy hands fly where they can. Without kissing, they are both left to moans and heavy panting.
Sunset thoroughly enjoys the unbridled access she has to Twilight's body. It gives her pleasure just being able to make the purple girl squirm in delight at her touch. Of course, she will want Twilight to touch her too but that is a project for later. Right now, she is getting off just attempting to push Twilight over an edge or two. Something that seems to be going rather well.
Sunset's fingers dip into Twilight's womanhood again and again. Different intervals, stroking all the good spots she knows herself to enjoy and her clit all the attention she would want herself. In response, Twilight tenses, wiggles and moans without any restraints. She may have explored her own body well enough but the touch of another, someone that means so much to her, makes her mind spin and body follow closely. She overheating, sweating and flushed all over. She has probably reached her first orgasm already. She does not know.
"Sunset... I... I..."
She tries to speak. Something nearly impossible without cutting herself off. She does not even really know what words she was attempting. Words are replaced by a loud moan instead. Sunset responds, not by slowing down but by getting more intense for a moment. Twilight literally vibrates against Sunset as fingers pump in and out of her. Twilight twists and turns, attempting to grab onto Sunset while staying in her grip. Twilight breathes in and out rapidly for quite some time while Sunset finally slows down. Twilight rolls her hips and presses her tight behind up against Sunset while finally getting the chance to breathe. A long moment of them just catching their breath together ends when Twilight finally manages to collect some words enough to make sense.
"I've never felt anything like that... So much... So hot..."
She shuffles about enough to be able to look at Sunset's face. Deep purple sparkling eyes just digging their way into the fire-maned girl's soul. Sunset raises a hand and picks a stray strand of hair out of Twilight's face before leaning in to kiss her. No words come to mind. She could do this for the rest of the morning but something tells her she just exhausted Twilight to the brink of sleep. They smooch back and forth for a while, much like their initial kisses, soft and careful. A lazy embrace. Slow blinking. It would not at all be difficult to fall asleep like this. Warm and glowing in the aftermath of their lovemaking. The party of the century slowly settling down in their minds. At this point, it was never an end but just another bridge to a new beginning.
Twilight breathes in deep through her nose, getting all the scents from their recent activity. She closes her eyes while running her fingers down Sunset's body.
"I'm in heaven..."
Twilight opens her eyes to find Sunset giving her a meaningful, appraising look. A subtle little smile playing on her lips.
"I am too... You, uh... You are my heaven."
Sunset looks a bit unsure after mumbling the words but Twilight's expression instantly calms her. They share a look that needs no further words and just tangle themselves into each other again. The room falls into silence, the only sounds are the waking world outside the window. The orange and purple girls lay still, closely embraced, with thoughts and dreams soaring far off in the dawning sky.
Two souls have found each other through means unlikely. The journey will forever be enshrined in their memories. Whatever happens next will have a brighter sheen.
Riot staggers valiantly out onto the driveway. The muffled tunes of “The Loved Ones” sparking their last out from the garage behind her. She cracks her knuckles, then rolls her shoulders and breathes in before giving the sun a missing-tooth smile. A smile just as intense as the last thousand she gave.
Her mission here is complete, at least for the following few hours. Party has been had, chaos has been made. A budding romance has been more-or-less helped along. She picks about in her pockets, ruffling around in her jacket with one hand while dragging the other though her broken-down mohawk. Some fingers tangle in red hair, some fingers find a crumpled packet of smokes.
She takes another breath and raises both arms in a silent salute. The hills of the town light with the glaring fire of morning. Long shadows are cast by buildings and trees alike. This may be shit-town-nowhereville but it is, after all, her own nowhereville.
Pulling a flattened cigarette out of the dead packet, Riot nods once to herself. Last night was more than usual. The least likely of events unfolded and she cannot help but to feel a bit involved in it all.
Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle got together. Together in a more-than-nothing way. Riot puts the crushed cig to her lips as “Diesel Boy” makes a comeback from the crackling stereo inside. The dying flare of a burnt-out lighter is followed by a thin sliver of smoke, then a cloud as she exhales. The smoke dies against the rays of the new sun just as the thought-of lover's duo makes it home on the other side of town.
Riot closes her eyes and sways with the music for a moment before turning to re-enter the garage. A wicked, perpetual smile playing on her lips.
Dawn gives way to the sunrays of morning. The two girls snore softly together. Alcohol and weed alike leaving their systems while inviting another sensation. Some manner of hangover. Twilight has never had one and Sunset, although far more experienced, will be feeling the after-effects of the long party sooner or later.
Twilight does not know how long she slept. She is not even sure what day it is. The slight throbbing in her head reminds her of the epic journey she experienced. Where it came from, where it went, what it meant. Well, what it ended up meaning. The delightfully obvious. She manages a smile as she remains absolutely still in Sunset's arms. She watches specks of dust glitter in the light from the window and listens to the yellow girl's light snooze. The pleasant feelings outweigh any throb in her head. So far, she can ignore the fact that her body feels crushed and her mouth is fighting to regain some moisture.
Thoughts of last night's end dance over the shattered landscape of her mind. Sunset's soft lips and skilled fingers. Their hot bodies against each other. She shudders lightly and takes a ragged breath. Just thinking about it makes her cheeks flush and her nethers tingle. She sure would not mind to just melt into Sunset's gentle grip and caressing touches again. She wants to give Sunset the same treatment she received. At least, she wants to try. She wants to please her as she herself was pleased. Make Sunset whimper and moan, writhe and shake... She closes her eyes and holds her breath as she lets her hand wander. First carefully against the side of Sunset's face, then down her neck and onto her back. She lets her questing fingers lay still for a moment, avoiding the notion to drum abesent-mindedly as she mulls things over in her head. She can not touch herself while Sunset is sleeping halfway on top of her, can she?
A tingle of adventurous naughtyness surges through her. What would be the issue, anyway? Sunset has had almost as much of her body as she has had herself. What she really wants is to touch Sunset but that would surely wake her. Pondering comes easy, even through the light headache and haze of lust. Making decisions on the other hand, therein lies the real problem. Would she anger Sunset by waking her? Probably not. On the other hand, the insecurity of what exactly would follow if she broke this serene moment is what keeps her absolutely still. If she only had the desire to get up and get rid of the dry feeling in her mouth or scrounge around for some aspirin, surely she would have broken this magic moment already. She has not, the things other than physical maladies that occupies her mind are definitely winning the fight.
Could she not simply wake Sunset and inquire? Yes, of course. At the probable loss of the near complete silence and its lovely companion, Sunset's soft breathing.
The three-front war of questions without answers is forced into a cease-fire when Sunset shifts and murmurs something inaudible. She presses herself even tighter against Twilight and shifts around until she is comfortable. Twilight could laugh or at least giggle with utmost joy but hardly even breathes in fear of interrupting the current-won situation.
She gives all her attention away to the white ceiling once more. The edge of her vision glowing with red and yellow as the closer-to-midday light reflects off Sunset's glorious hair. It gives everything an extra intriguing sheen. The little specs of dust that float in the light look like ethereal glitter on some celestial wind. She finds her mind wandering to wonders she saw the evening before. An alien world in the trees, a sea of colours in the sky, the dark yet pleasant realm of the tribal princess... What feels like an hour passes before Twilight dares make even the slightest of movements. She tryingly strokes her fingers against Sunset's back from where they rested and then lets them slip away onto her hip. The curve is inviting, a monument to femininity, something she has gotten a keener eye for lately. She rests her hand for a moment while feeling her heart jump in her chest. Would she...? Could she? Her hand trembles as she lets it travel further. Tracing the curve until she caresses Sunset's thigh. She stops again. Hesitates. The angle is silly, this would never work. She bites her lip and hates herself for a moment for a variety of different reasons. She has to do it, to be more assertive, or something like that. She shuffles a bit, careful, slow, attempting to position Sunset a bit better without waking her. Why? Surely she will wake with what comes next. Twilight swallows hard and simply follows her initial plan, however stupid it seems. She remains as still as the dead, gathering courage. A long, rather painful moment of reassuring herself later, she makes her move.
Sneaking her fingers in under the hem of Sunset's panties, Twilight places her quaking fingers onto Sunset's private parts. She dares not even breathe. Sunset does not react at all. Twilight takes a shaky breath and revels in the feeling of Sunset's warm sex. Smooth and neat. She feels her heart gallop like a race-pony on steroids. She may not be very well versed in it but she knows how to touch to make it feel good. The fact that Sunset is still asleep makes her more confident rather than feeling flat-out creepy.
She rubs her fingers slowly and incredibly carefully in small circles over Sunset's labia. The soft flesh is heavenly against her fingers. Her mind has already started focusing, flooding with positive emotion and thought. Just like most other times they have been intimate, the rest of the world simply stops existing. Well, to Twilight anyhow. Sunset is in a strangely vivid, increasingly erotic dream. Each little rub from Twilight makes it more intense.
Twilight dares and dares more. As she feels Sunset getting wet, she wastes no time getting her fingers slick and spreading it outward. Sunset lets out a muffled, moan-like sound. Now with a focused and perhaps one-track mind, Twilight manages to keep herself from freezing up. In fact, she is encouraged by it. Giving Sunset's womanhood another good rubbing, she goes a bit harder this time, aided by natural lubricant and her own enthusiasm alike.
It does not take long before Sunset moans for real, out loud. Twilight may not be overly practiced with this sort of situation but she knows enough, it is not exactly a difficult science. Emboldened by the fact that she is doing well, Twilight lets one of her slender fingers enter Sunset. She goes as deep as she can, feeling around a bit in the soft, warm wetness. She has to bite her lip painfully hard not to moan herself. Her mind is racing, all of this is a total overload for her senses.
There is no chance Sunset is still asleep. Maybe she is faking it? Why would she? Then again, how would she herself react if someone started fingering her in her sleep? The absurdity of the situation just makes it hotter. Like a silly sex-fantasy she never knew she had. She pulls her finger out and searches for a short moment before finding and beginning a good rub-down of Sunset's clit. A shiver goes through the fire-maned girl's entire body and she gasps before letting out a long, sensual moan. Her eyes flutter open groggily and Twilight can feel her tense up, only to almost instantly relax again. She turns her head to look at Twilight through half-closed eyes. She does not say anything, her lips are locked in a cute little smile.
Twilight hesitates for a second, then she feels the movement of Sunset bucking her hips slightly. The purple girl instantly goes back to massaging the same spot she was working on. Sunset gives a long exhale, a very satisfied sound. She rests comfortably against Twilight and takes great delight in this uncommon wake-up call. She grasps Twilight's leg with one hand while cupping the other over her breast, then squeezes both. Twilight lets out a short, cut-off giggle and follows Sunset's idea. She grabs Sunset's other breast with her free hand while really going to town with her fingers against her sex. Sunset huffs, gasps and moans. She enjoys the treatment royally for some time, stretching and squirming in Twilight's grip. Twilight gropes, touches and rubs tirelessly but after some time, she is also panting, for more reasons than one. This is all extremely hot but no matter how pleasant it is, it is also very monotone.
Sunset catches on and lays her head back to first moan, then whisper in Twilight's ear.
"Wanna try... To... Lick?"
Her breathy whisper catches Twilight completely off-guard, even through her smouldering lust and pin-point focus, she freezes. Lick? What would she lick? While the thought settles, she already knows what Sunset meant. Thinking about it, her cheeks burn hot with a furious blush. Even getting the suggestion has her shrink back but the thought of tasting Sunset in a different kind of kiss has her mind spinning out of control. How could she ever? Has Sunset done this before? Does she dare? Was any of it an idea before?
Twilight jerks out of her deep, spiraling thoughts as Sunset reaches out to touch her. The yellow girl gently caresses her face and does her best to smile into her field of view.
"You don't have to..."
Twilight swallows hard and finally meets Sunset's eyes. First she shakes her head with a contemplative sourness dragging on her face. Then she gets a wild look in her eyes. She wants to do it. Timidness be damned.
"I want to try it."
Twilight's voice is so faint that she barely hears it herself. She moves her hands and arms to embrace Sunset and give her a snug hug.
"Just... Uh... How do I...?"
She hasn't exactly read any books on the subject. She will have to trust in Sunset's lead again. Something that feels just as soft and cozy as safe and right. Sunset lets out a long humming sound and starts to shift in Twilight's grip before rolling over and facing her. She gives a devilish little grin before leaning in to kiss Twilight on the lips. Just a quick little peck, an answer without words. She then quickly starts working her way downwards. Kissing the side of Twilight's neck, nuzzling her face into her breasts for a moment before finally moving down to place another kiss in her bellybutton before looking up. Twilight has tracked her every movement and is staring breathlessly as Sunset positions herself between her legs.
Has Sunset done this before? Is she simply more daring? Twilight could definitely guess how this entire act would go from beginning to end. The issue would be convincing herself that she can do it. Summoning up more courage, as it were. Her head swims in obscurity as feelings, emotions, fear and anticipation pushes her hangover aside.
She almost chokes on air as Sunset leans in to tug at the hem of her panties with her teeth. The silly notion and motion are far more erotic than they should be. Twilight's heart feels like it just skipped a beat when Sunset hooks her fingers around the slightly stretched fabric. Her heart feels like it stops fully as Sunset yanks back, removes the underwear wholly and dives back in.
A universe-wreckingly long second later, she feels it. She feels them. Sunset's divinely soft lips against her sex. A tense shiver goes through her whole body and she raises a trembling hand to touch the top of Sunset's head. As she gives ever-so-slight pressure, Sunset murmurs something inaudible against her womanhood, making Twilight break her own tension with a nervous giggle.
She inhales sharply and holds her breath as she feels Sunset's wet, warm tongue touch her moist heat. Her fingers twine in the fire-mane of her lover. The latter word flashes in her mind. Lover. She wants to close her eyes and throw her head back but she cannot take her gaze off Sunset's head. Even as her big, purple eyes dry and ache, she stares wide-eyed. Awaiting Sunset's next move. Soon, another careful lick, only a smidge more daring. Twilight remembers she needs to exhale and blink, relieving the burning feeling in her entire body and quickly having it replaced with tingling pleasure. Sunset licks again and then again. She comes into a slow but steady rhythm, letting Twilight get used to the sensation. Something the purple girl does with not-entirely-unexpected haste. She soon places her other hand on Sunset's head and scratches lightly at her scalp, flexing her fingers in a slow motion. She moans, a sweet, shy tone and careful volume but none the less a very clear sound of pleasure.
A fairly unique sensation, one she has never felt before. Given by Sunset makes it multiple times more intense just thanks to the fact that it is her. The magic of her presence never dissipating. She cannot believe it, much like most of yesterday. Wasn't she the one wanting to give some back to Sunset? Her spinning thoughts find their critical mass in a second of clarity. She chokes back a moan and lets her hands slip down the fire-maned girl's head and onto her shoulders. A not-so-agile move later and she weakly manages to push Sunset up and away. Their eyes meet and for another moment, time slows down. Sunset fully grasps what is happening and flashes Twilight a smile. The final drop to the ocean of encouragement she needed.
Only onwards to go now. As Sunset goes down onto her back in a fairly lithe motion, Twilight almost falls over trying to follow. She soon finds herself on all fours, hovering over Sunset. So far so good. She does what she can to keep a cool exterior, something far more difficult than it should be. Arousal and anticipation takes over where nervousness can no longer find grip. She gives Sunset's beautiful, calm face one last look of waning panic before inching herself downward. She rests her head on her chest for a moment, listening to her almost strangely calm heartbeat. Never before had she heard a more soothing sound, even in all the different universes she traversed in the hours passed. She feels a little bit torn when she starts downwards again. She would like to listen to Sunset's heart and breath forever. On the other hand, the want for this sexual adventure pulls her along. She promises herself to go back eventually.
She does not make a big deal about her descent down Sunset's body. A careful, trying kiss here and there but nothing grandiose. Being between her legs almost comes as a surprise to her when she has finally reached her destination. She swallows as she looks to Sunset's hidden sex. She dares not touch. She simply stares for a moment. What in all the world is wrong? This is not even unfamiliar territory anymore. Besides, she has been pining for this to the point of agony. Well, pining for it and dreading it at the same time. Perhaps those feelings are indeed meant to mix so subliminally. Before she loses herself in the usual crash of thought, she throws a glance up at Sunset. What she sees is not what she expected.
Sunset's cool and confident expression has cracked into what looks like a breathless panic of her own. Her eyes are practically glittering as they meet Twilight's. She is chewing nervously on her lower lip. Appearing both confounded, wild and greatly anticipating.
No words between them, Twilight purses her lips as she makes up her mind one final time. She leans in and presses her pursed lips against the cloth of Sunset's panties. She quickly pulls back and lets out a ragged breath while Sunset shifts and gives a little whine. So warm, so soft. A thousand and one things are instantly gone from her mind. She leans in again, giving another careful, albeit longer kiss. Her fingers curl around the sides of Sunset's underwear, trembling, tense. This time, when she pulls back, she pulls the panties along with her motion and does what she can to remove them as swiftly as possible. She fumbles clumsily but it hardly proves a distraction. Next, she dives back in, not allowing hesitation to take root again. She kisses the top of Sunset's womanhood and feels a quake as if the whole bed just shook. The fire-maned girl hums a sweet tune of pleasure as Twilight kisses again and again. Soft lips against different, hot, moist, soft lips.
Sunset clearly strains herself to stay still, her feet clench and she has a rather strong grip of the sheets with her slender fingers. She pants and moans lightly with every kiss. With every little sound she makes, Twilight gets braver and bolder. It is communication without words. She likes it. It makes her feel in sync with her lover. Before she knows it herself, she is licking. Licking rather vigorously. Dragging her tongue over the entirety of Sunset's sex. Around her labia and in between. She has a bit of experience with her own parts and imagination enough to figure what would feel good. Sunset obviously approves. She has already given up trying to hold back and is rolling her hips to meet Twilight's tongue. Her thighs brush against the sides of the purple girl's head and she is tangling her fingers in her own hair, seemingly not finding anywhere else to put her hands for the moment. Her breathing is quick and ragged, most of her oxygen falls victim to a moan or a giggle.
Twilight gets more and more adventurous. The taste of Sunset's arousal has her nearly vibrating with lust. All of this is so absurdly hot. An unknown world within her mind and a warm, slippery heaven without. She dips her tongue into Sunset and drags it upwards, over her clit. She stops as she can feel hands snake into her hair. She glances up to see Sunset flashing a beautiful smile complimented by eyes closed in bliss. Twilight starts her motion over by pushing her tongue into Sunset anew, taking delight in the shuddering she causes as she licks upwards again. She repeats this, over and over again, faster and as deep as she can manage. Sunset moans and pants loudly now, holding nothing back. Her breathing is quick and her movements irregular.
"Oh, Twilight... I'm gonna... I'm..."
Her disjointed words makes the purple girl slow for a second just to listen. What does she want? When no more words come from Sunset, she quickly and eagerly picks up her pace again. The motions and movements that in the beginning felt completely absurd now feels like she has had years of experience. At least from Sunset's amazing reactions.
"Twilight...!"
Her name is spoken in a breathy squeak just before Sunset clamps her legs around her almost too tight as her entire body quakes. Her womanhood practically radiates heat and is suddenly even more slick with fluids. Twilight stops what she was doing and blinks slowly. Did she just...? Yes, she must have. She brought Sunset to orgasm. The fire-maned girl practically radiates heat. Twilight's cheeks are blooming with a blush, her ears are burning like fire. Just the thought of it all makes her a little dizzy.
Sunset lays back with her head tilted back to a point where it actually looks uncomfortable. She pants, whimpers and lets out other little sounds of pleasure. Her body quakes again, a large shiver followed by a few little convulsions. Her fingers slowly untangle from Twilight's hair and her hands fall limply to her sides. Twilight sits up and takes a deep breath, something she has not done for quite some time. She then crawls up next to Sunset and lays an arm across her chest. Sunset tilts her head to the side and looks at her lover with a half-lidded, relaxed gaze.
"You are amazing..."
Sunset leans in while speaking the words. She means to kiss but Twilight hesitates, she did just... No, Sunset does not seem to mind. The purple girl follows the motion and leans in. Their lips meet. Sunset is indeed not swayed by the fact that Twilight's lips are slick with her own juices. Quite the opposite. She flings her arms around Twilight and pulls her close while showering her in kisses. An unbroken assault of affection for quite some time before she pauses briefly to speak.
"I could get used to this."
She half-whispers the words in a tone dripping with the afterglow of her orgasm. Twilight gives a brief nod for an answer and wastes no time continuing their kissing. Lips against lips as well as the meeting of tongues. Having some when she feels like it is definitely a thing she likes the thought of.
Their kissing slowly grinds to a halt while the atmosphere between them becomes more and more thoughtful. From their mutual beginning, they have been like a rolling stone, unstoppable and continuously building momentum. How long will they be able to stay in this enchanted bubble? Building it up was an experience to remember. Staying in it for hours was the time of an eternity. Perhaps they can manage a few days in this bliss. Maybe even a week or two. Forget about all worldly issues. Nevermind all the rest of everything and everyone. Immerse their entire existence into each other and nothing else.
