Weekend Nerves
Written By
Inky Shades
Sunset saw the small, thoughtful frown on Twilight's face. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing!” Twilight rubbed the back of her neck. “It's just…”
But Sunset had an idea about what was on her mind. “You're still worried about introducing me to your parents this weekend, aren't you?”
“Yeah… It's silly, I know.” Twilight reclined against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “I mean, how could they not love you?” She turned to face Sunset.
“Well, I have been known to be quite the charmer.” Sunset leaned towards her.
“Oh, really?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Okay, casanova.” Twilight held a finger up, stopping her from leaning farther. “Why don't you prove it?”
“Right now?”
“If you wouldn't mind. Just pretend that I'm my father, and convince me that you're good enough for my daughter.”
She saw the pleading look in her eyes. How could she say no? “Alright.”
“Oh, thank you!” Relief flooded Twilight’s words. “I’ll start.” With a couple small coughs to clear her throat, she said with a deepened voice, “Hello, Miss Shimmer—”
Sunset slapped a hand over her mouth, but that did little to stop the snort that escaped her lips. “I’m sorry. Just hearing you say ‘Miss Shimmer’ in that voice is—” But Twilight's gaze implored her to stop “—sorry.”
“Let’s try that again,” Twilight said normally before switching to her ‘dad’ voice, “Hello, Miss Shimmer.”
“Hi, Mister Sparkle.” Sunset smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“So I hear from my daughter that you’ve been dating for awhile. Tell me what made you fall for her.”
“That’s an easy one, sir. It’s her smile. Whenever she smiles at me, a warmth spreads through my chest and a desire to be a better person worthy of such a radiant sight stirs within me.”
“Aww, really?” A slip in Twilight’s act as she placed a hand over her heart.
“Oh, yes.” Sunset wrapped an arm around Twilight's shoulders and pulled her close. “I don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.” She kissed the side of her head.
“Is there anything about her you don’t like?”
There was no hint of ‘dad voice’ when she asked the question. So she knew that it was all her. However, Sunset already had an answer. “No. I love her for who she is,” she said. “Though, I wish she’d worry less about things she can’t control. But I know it’s hard for her, and she does try really hard to not let her anxiety get the best of her.”
Twilight sighed. “I really have nothing to worry about, do I?” She snuggled into the crook of her arm, resting her head against her chest.
“Well, I think that depends.” Sunset grinned.
“On what?” There was a brief panic in her voice until she peered up at her and raised an eyebrow.
“On whether or not they think I’m a demoness bent on corrupting their virtuous daughter.”
“Now, that’s not funny!” Twilight gently slapped her shoulder with the back of her hand, But Sunset saw the amused smile on her face. “You’re not a demon.”
“Are you sure?” Sunset tilted Twilight's chin up and leaned in. “Because I feel an intrinsic need to corrupt you right now.” Their lips met.
“You’re just trying to take my mind off the weekend.”
“That depends. Is it working?”
Twilight placed her hand behind Sunset’s head and brought her close. “Maybe,” she said with a lingered kiss.
“Well, a ‘maybe’ is better than a ‘no’.” She stretched her arm into the afternoon light that streamed through the blinds of her apartment windows. “Would you look at that? It appears that I’m not red. So I suppose you’re right, and we can rule out me being a demon.”
“Congratulations on not being a demon.” Twilight shifted her position so that she faced Sunset. Then she tugged on her jacket, pulling her atop herself.
“Why, Miss Sparkle,” she said with mock surprise. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you are the demoness trying to corrupt me.”
“Am I now?”
“Mmhmm.” Sunset undid the buttons to Twilight's blouse. “And you know what?” she whispered into her ear. “I’m okay with that.”
“You know we still need to talk about—Oh!” Her words dissipated in the air when Sunset’s lips found her neck.
“I think we can put aside talk about the future for a little while, don’t you agree?” Sunset nibbled on her collar bone, causing her to moan.
“Mmm.”
“Should I take that as a yes?” She grinned at the light blush that colored Twilight’s cheeks before trailing kisses down her breast bone, stopping only when her lips brushed against the fabric of her bra. “Oh, this is new!”
Sunset opened Twilight's blouse wider, revealing a violet bra covered with little pink and white stars. “Where did you get it?”
“I bought it last week at Virginia’s Mysteries,” she said. “Do you… do you like it?”
“It looks super cute on you!”
The blush on Twilight’s face deepened as she smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks.”
Sunset placed gentle kisses over her abdomen, enjoying each giggle, each quite moan that left Twilight’s lips. The sounds were music to her ears, sweeter than any melody she’d heard at the Rainboom’s rehearsals. And these sounds were all for her to enjoy. Only her. When she reached her navel, Twilight squirmed under her as she delivered one long kiss that thoroughly explored her bellybutton with her tongue.
After she pulled away, Sunset slipped her arms under Twilight and simply held her. Resting her head against her stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall. And hands gently running through her hair. Sunset pressed herself to Twilight, not wanting to let go of her. And if she had the opportunity, she was quite certain that she’d choose to stay like that forever.
“Hey,” Twilight said gently. “Come up here.”
“Yes?” Slowly, Sunset crawled forward.
“I love you,” Twilight said with a kiss, wrapping her arms around her back.
“I love you too,” Sunset said laying her head against Twilight’s chest.
