What I'm Looking For...

For Sunset Shimmer, the hours started to drag on. Her show had ended on a cliff-hanger about Mac getting a sex change into a robot -a common occurrence on the show-, Twilight and Spike were still out on their 'whirlwind adventure', and she had run out of snacks to chew on while she waited. Her nails clacked against the wooden top of the library desk, echoing each tick and tock from the wall clock. The hours droned on her, irking each of her wound nerves again and again. The only reprise her eyes had from the clock was when she looked to a customer or two stalking around Twilight's library. If it had been any other day -Monday, Tuesday, Thursday- she would have turned the 'closed' sign out and closed the blinds so she could just bum around the house at her leisure. But, Twilight was clear as well as firm that she wanted the library to always be open on Sunday night and Saturday night.

It really didn't bother her, despite the show of abysmal interest she displayed. Cheek caressed against her balled fist; eyes lazily kept lidded only slightly; a half opened magazine sprawled carelessly on the table top. She looked the picture of 'unpaid worker'. From watching the costumers to monitoring the clock, she thought out how much longer she would need to keep the store open. On one hand, she saw a few little girls rummaging through the adventure section; a pretty noble start for a young one. Then again, on the other hand, those two 'hiding' in the sci-fi section performing 'the metroid face attack' on each other were starting to really make her skin crawl. But still there was another point of interest starting to hold her more than anything.

It was subtle, but she kept noticing it as the minutes rolled by. Eyes setting against her; studying her perhaps. When she looked over her shoulder, the same thing happened; she would see a head duck down to the cover of a book before she could get a full look at them. When she huffed and looked back to her magazine, that sensation of watching would set back into her. She mused the thought of calling whoever it was out on the spot. But, she could wait... Wait a little bit longer.

At the first tick leading into the seventh hour of the evening, Sunset Shimmer cracked at her knuckles and stretched out her arms. An agonized and pent-up groan parted from her, which she immediately ended with an embarrassed reddening to her cheeks. A few of the library patrons looked over at her, drawn in by her act of standing up. Sunset looked them all down, a curved grimace turning from her lips before she pointed towards the exit. "The library closes at seven..." her finger switched up and pointed out the clock above the door, "It's seven now. You know what that means?"

No one stayed to answer her; the crackling sparks coming from her magic infused finger gave them enough reason to scurry out as fast as they could. All but one made it out of the library to escape Sunset Shimmer's wraith. The last poor soul, still ducked behind a book, moved his cover off to the side in hopes of laying it down. However, as he did, the book combusted in his very fingers and forced him to throw the book against the floor in a frantic show. The man looked up across the room to see Sunset Shimmer, fingers mimicking a gun aimed in his direction and smoking billowing out from the tips of them to complete the image, looking right at him. "You? You stay right there..." she spoke in a low, threatening tone.

The man stood there, dumbstruck and knocking at his knees while he watched this threatening, rather pretty woman advance towards him; like a lion to a mouse. Upon Sunset Shimmer's examination of the man, she found him to be... lacking. Short blue hair with a lack of grooming to it... Shorts and a T-shirt displaying his lack of style... A shaggy stub of a beard for an effect of not caring... And finally a pair of low lens glasses to just top of the display of a failure... To Sunset Shimmer, she stood before a Class-A loser.

"Do you feel like telling me why you were eyeing me from the cover of your book?" her hand waved towards the book before shooting a finger to his face, "By the way? That book was library property. You'll be paying for it."

He nodded as fast as he could with hands lifted for defense before answering: "Y-Yeah, alright. I'll pay for it. Sorry, sorry!" Sunset couldn't believe how fast he cracked like that, "A-And I was looking at you... because... you... uh..."

The man quickly found himself hoisted up by his shirt collar and put at Sunset's mercy all the more as her fists balled near his throat. She was surprisingly strong for such a petite lady. "Say it or I'll toast you from the inside."

That could have very well been an idle threat, but he was not risking it. "YoulookedfamiliarandIwastryingtorememberwherefromandthenIrememberitwasfromthisdatingwebsite--please don't kill me!" he blurted each word in under a single breath while trembling against Sunset Shimmer's grasp.

A moment came to Sunset where she softened just enough to let the man go, plopping him back to his feet on the ground. "Remembered seeing me from a dating website, huh? That makes sense, you seem like the kind of person who'd be on a site like that," the insult hit the man straight on, even if Sunset had to ignore that she used the same site, "Alright. That's fine enough. You're free to go..."

After excusing him, Sunset didn't hesitate a moment to turn away and walk back towards her desk. She had thought -hoped- that the guy would just leave as she allowed. But when at first that didn't happen, she heard his voice crack to a question directed at her. "Would you like to go out?"

The entire world could have heard a pin drop in that room at that moment. It was like the whole world shifted with Sunset Shimmer. She turned on her heels and looked back at the man, her eyes burning with a fire that would burn tinder into an inferno. Even so, her words came out calm, smooth, if not a little bone-chilling: "What did you say?"

This was a chance to correct himself! To say that he sneezed or said something completely different! This was a chance to escape this embodiment of rage, fire, hot, pouty... "I... asked if you'd like to go out... On a date?" Win-some-lose-some.

She was ready to let this guy have it. She had a lot of rage to let out and a great deal of fire to just let burst. She stomped over to him, wedged her finger to his chest and smirked in preparation for her storm. But... She stopped... Her lips fell to a frown and she started to think. Thoughts ran through her mind this way and that, making her heart twist along with her gut. Before she could stop herself, she huffed a sigh and tossed a strand of hair back. "I... guess I'm free right now... I'm heading to the movies; if you come with me, you can call it a date and pay for me..." she didn't wait for him to respond, just turned away and headed off towards the exit; picking up her leather jacket along the way.

He was genuinely stunned... For the first time in his eighteen years of life, he had a date! His train of thought was broken when he heard the bell of the front door opening. "W-Wait up!" He called after her, picking up his collection of books and stuffing them into his rucksack. He ran after her, catching the closing door just before it slammed shut, "My name's Page Turner, by the way."

"Pretty sure I didn't ask..."

The Gallop Theater ran from noon to midnight, serving more so as the 'late night showing' theater. At the later hours, it was positively flooded with teens and couples looking for a nice dark place; or a good late night flick. Sunset Shimmer led Page Turner along behind her, bringing him to the ticket booth. When he looked at her, the echo of her voice in his mind reminded him that he was paying the way. Hurriedly, he pulled out his wallet and looked at the clerk. "Um, uh... Two for..." he looked up at what movies were playing, feeling the pressure building.

'Lad and the Harlot'? Too much of a kid's movie. 'Rich and Poor 2: Electric Boogaloo'? That just sounded stupid. 'Street Puncher the Movie"? Nah... WAIT! He had it. The perfect choice. He proudly put enough money down for two tickets in front of the clerk. "Two tickets for 'Blood Runs White'."

The clerk raised an eyebrow at the request, eyeing Page Turner before turning to Sunset Shimmer. "It's a pretty graphic movie... You sure your friend here can handle it?"

Sunset snatched one of the two tickets from the counter and popped her jacket against her arms as she walked off towards the show. "We'll see what he's made of..." was all she said back to the two she left behind.

Page Turner took his ticket as well and followed after Sunset Shimmer, trying to hold the queasiness in his gut down. 'Blood Runs White'... How bad could it really be?

SHING! Lotus stood still, the patter of hot, copper scented rain drops drenched her worn body. The last moment of sight she held was the crimson tint of a drawn blade being sheathed to its carved scabbard. CLICK! The handle of the blade met to the holster, signalling Lotus' head to drop from her shoulders and--

"AHHHHHH!" Sunset Shimmer put her face in her palm, ashamed. It was not her screaming, but rather her date. Her date that was now hiding his face behind her back while she tried to watch the climactic scene.

"Page... Can you please shut up? I'm trying to watch--" she tried to whisper as quietly as possible, but her train of thought was interrupted when she saw a slide of red go across the movie screen.

Looking back, Lotus' head had slithered off the muddy land and snapped back to position upon her shoulders. "W-Wait," Sunset blinked, confused by the event, "What just happened? How did that--?"

"Shhh! We're trying to watch the movie!" Someone shushed her from behind... Someone shushed Sunset Shimmer...

Page Turner quickly found his face planted right into the warm spot where Sunset was just sitting when she stood to her feet. If the movie could have paused, it would have for the real, live-action confrontation that was about to go down. At first, Sunset turned to look at who it was with a cool-even expression about her. Studying her target, she saw it was a large, muscle clad man with his arm around a smaller framed girl. "...What did you say?" Sunset questioned, ignoring her volume and tone at this point.

"I said we're trying to watch the movie. Now sit down," the larger man instructed her.

"Why? I have a hard time believing a knuckle-dragging troglodyte like yourself can even understand the movie," Sunset Shimmer was bent now on starting a fight.

She saw as the man snorted at her and withdrew his arm around his own date. "Are you trying to pick a fight?" he laughed at the idea of this little girl picking a fight with him, cracking his knuckles together in the process.

A look of pure thrill came to Sunset Shimmer, her blood rushing and her fingers curling at the chance to let a fire fly. However, her actions were cut off when Page Turner, after a nice long lay against the chair, stood up between the two and outstretched his hands to keep them apart. "L-Let's not do anything we'll all regret. Let's just all watch the movie... Please?" Page's eyes looked so sad at that moment, wanting for nothing but to not get hit or see Sunset get herself hurt.

Surprisingly enough, Sunset softened for the second time that day and let her hands fall to her sides. At that moment, she could see this was not a date for Page at all... She was being pretty unruly to him. She was about to say something, but stopped when she saw Page Turner get plowed in the face by a massive fist right into his jawline. The very last thing Page heard before the entire world blacked out around him was the sound of his bones cracking and grinding against each other, and the rage induced carnage starting from Sunset.

...Beep... Beep... Beep... Page Turner felt groggy, broken, and so-so-so very dizzy. He tried to move his hand to his temple, but suddenly felt a sharp sting shoot through his arm. His head beat like a drum in a hurricane, so very dizzy and unrelenting... When he finally could muster what strength he had, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Machines all around him, white curtains, nurses walking in the hallway outside... Oh my God, he was in heaven. He finally died and this was heaven, wasn't it? No... Wait... There was a tube in his right arm connected to an IV. He was in a hospital.

Now he just felt stupid for his first thought... He tried to remember now how he must have got here. All he could remember was this feeling like a truck ramming right into the side of his face. The arm that didn't have a tube in it moved and touched the side that he remembered being hit. Sure enough, he could feel a swelling there and some form of splint placed against it. When he had tried to stop the fight, he must have gotten punched in the jaw.

Great. He was out of money, had a broken jaw, and now laying in a hospital bed... What a great first date. Adding onto that, now he had his legs pinned under something that felt really warm and almost crawling. He looked to see what the doctors put on his legs. Whatever it was, it had to go. It was really starting to bother him...

...Beep... Beep... Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep! His heart started freaking out against his chest when he looked at the source of the leg pinning. Resting her head on his lap, arms curled under to be used as a pillow, Sunset Shimmer slept soundly with her knees over the bed's edge. Not only that, but her leather jacket was off to the side, hung on a chair along with her sweater; leaving the napping Sunset in just a red tank-top. He just looked at her, astounded at how... cute she looked.

Thinking about it now: he had a hot girl laying on his lap... This was a GREAT first day. He could hear the monitor off to his side duplicating his excitement as it beeped faster and faster. This was a first for him! A hot girl was laying on his lap. He had always dreamed about something like this. However, most of the time he dreamed about this kind of stuff, he would--

Like a drop of a hat, his heart slowed to a grinding halt. He didn't want to look... He really, really didn't... But, in all honesty, he didn't have to. He could feel the tug of the sheets near Sunset Shimmer's head and his legs. A bulge in the white sheets had started to form, much to his heart's painful realization. Page had been so excited by this that he was starting to get 'excited'. But, he found some small settling when he deduced that at least Sunset was sleeping. If she didn't see, he wouldn't have to explain himself. Perfect.

"Mmmm..." Beepbeepbeepbeep! His heart jumped and flopped at the stirring sound from Sunset Shimmer.

Her head craned a bit, brushing her hands along with it. As she moved, her fingers slid against the bulge and swept lazily across the tip. Page shivered at the spine over the sensation. So warm and gentle... But he bit into his lip and stopped himself from making a sound. His mind ran with all the possible ideas he could do to get out of here. Call a nurse? And have them see his erection? No way. Wake Sunset Shimmer up? Not even a possible consideration. Think of something to kill his excitement? Worth a try.

Page closed his eyes and dug deep into his mind, trying to think of the most un-arousing things he could think of. Smelly feet... An unfinished book... Seeing Truffle Shuffle naked. Alright, it was working. Just a little more. Just as he tired to keep his mind on track, Sunset shifted again. This time, his eyes shut, he could only feel the hot, moist sensation pressing against his cloaked shaft. He didn't want to look... He didn't want to look... He could feel just what it was. But...

Page Turner cracked an eye open to see what the feeling was. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP! His heart skyrocketed when he saw what he was deeding. In her sleep, Sunset Shimmer has tried to find her hand to rest against, putting her lips against the bulge of his sheet covered erection and pursing them there with a hot moistness pressing around it. Page slammed his head against his pillow, loving and hating this situation more than anything else in the world. So fortunate! Yet so unlucky!

The sensation kept shifting as Sunset murmured and breathed in her sleep. When a moment of cool sucked against the cloth, a surge of curling heat soon went against it right after followed by two warm taps of lips against the shaft. Page wanted to cry so badly... He was the most unlucky-lucky person in the world right now. At the very least, he thought, it couldn't get much worse. Sure, he was having a dry blow-job from a sleeping girl he just asked out; but at least that was it.

"Mmmm... So hot..." ...Beep... When Sunset Shimmer, talking so tenderly and softly in her sleep spoke those words against the erection of Page, he had enough.

Against the tip of the sheets, a small spread of bubbling wetness billowed out. As the pool spread, the bulge limped down and retracted. Page fell back against the bed, tears of joy and fear welling in his eyes. "Oh god, please don't let her wake up before a nurse changes the sheets..." he begged to whoever would hear him.

When he got an answer to his hopes, it was not from on-high like he hoped... But it came from below like he dreaded the most. "...You better have peed yourself..." was the last thing he heard before he fainted against the bed and saw Sunset Shimmer glaring at him with blushed, hot cheeks.