Sunset Shimmer’s hands instinctively went up to gently grip Twilight’s shoulders, pinning the rigid girl in place as their lips intertwined.

I’m doing this, she thought confidently, I am going to show her how I feel!

Capturing the subject of her tumultuous emotions was a cathartic release of pent up energy. Although she could feel Twilight barely reciprocating the kissing in any shape or form, Sunset Shimmer quite literally would not allow her the chance to withdraw.

Her mind was made up and she would live with the fallout of her consequences.

Sunset had clenched her eyes shut, fearful of just what kind of expression was being worn upon the other girl’s face despite resoluting herself to whatever fate awaited her.

Betrayal?

Will she ever forgive me? She… she did forgive me before so, surely, even now...

Disgust?

I’m horrible. How can I force myself on her as a friend?

Happiness…?

Only in my wildest dreams.

The last thought was hopeful; yet she did not want to find out if it were possible. Sunset could feel the tenseness in Twilight’s shoulders as she gripped them a little too desperately. She could feel Twilight’s sprayed hand centered upon her chest ready to push her away and… yet, she didn’t. There was no pressure pressing against her.

Her hand… I can feel its warmth.

The kiss was innocent enough. A mere pressing of lips that was a sign of desperate affection rather than unadulterated lust or maddened passion.

In many stories she had read throughout her life, Sunset Shimmer never really understood the phrase ‘it felt like an eternity,’ for the flow of time although a theory in and of itself, is an unending constant. It never changes. But right now, there was no other way to describe the existential sensation.

Nothing existed but the plush, warm, wet lips of her friend and the hot breath panting through her nose, tickling Sunset’s cheeks.

Cracking open her tear stained eyes, Sunset was reserved to accept the scene, finally looking upon the face of Twilight Sparkle whose eyes were also closed, half expecting a face that would express her displeasure.

Sunset’s eyes widened at the sight before her.

Instead, Twilight looked… peaceful? Perhaps a little bit confused? If the twitch of her eyebrow was anything to go by; how it sort of scrunched up slightly, as if contemplating over some conundrum that relented no answer for the bookish creature. An answer if presented that Twilight certainly did not look like she was upset over.

Was she... enjoying it?

This… this is happening?

Confidence bloomed in Sunset’s chest as her head tilted into the kiss, her eyes closing once more as she felt herself lean forward to push against Twilight’s shoulders, causing both to fall towards the bed.

The action caused their lips to part and finally allowed Twilight Sparkle to breathe out a heavy breath, her words trembling upon the wind.

“S-Sunset… w-wait… this is...”

Sunset felt herself slither between the relaxed open legs of her friend, laying atop of her and pressing her elbows either side of her head, staring down with a lust she could no longer keep in check.

“Twilight...” Sunset Shimmer swallowed hard as her overconfidence took over, her voice infringing a demand that was something of the old her she could not quite shake. “I need you.”

Author's Note

Hey guys and girls, sorry for the short chapter and sorry for the lack of frequency for this. I have excuses; mostly life and work and being a Dad and all that bullshit, but I wanted to throw this up to show I am not ignoring this story and I am certainly not going to drop this any time soon.

However, the christmas period for chefs has calmed down, so I am able once I have recovered from the sheer exhaustion of it, to post stories far more frequently. However, saying that, this one has my priority right now since it's kind of hitting home on a personal level for me.

I hope you enjoyed and I apologize for the super-serious post at the end of it.

Love, hate, flame, it's all good. Also comment. Because I like reading that shit.