Author's Note

Summary: Usually, she likes it when he's rough with her, but this is nice too. The way he handles her makes her feel loved and wanted. Though she sometimes wishes he would express this outside the bedroom.

Warnings: None.

Notes: I've been toying with the idea of making a friends-with-benefits kind of story with these two for a while. But I'm having trouble coming up with anything concrete, so for now I'm just gonna throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.

Tangled Up In You

A seething heat pools in the bottom of her stomach as Sunburst stares down at her, his half-lidded gaze heavy in the faint moonlight streaming through his window. It douses his hair and turns the red into silver, bright against the dark backdrop of his bedroom, but there's an intimate aspect about it that sets her heart on fire.

She pulls him down for a kiss to extinguish it, her lips moving languidly against his as his cock enters her slowly. A small squeak escapes from her throat in response, but she cuts it short by hooking her back legs around his waist. Doing so relieves some of the pressure and she sighs contently.

Sunburst settles on top of her, his forelegs caging her in and making the moment more romantic than it should be. Their breaths mingle together. Sharing the warmth that their bodies create as the air heats up around them. He starts moving, his hips thrusting into her in the same way that he kisses her: sweet and slow.

Usually, she likes it when he's rough with her, using his larger frame to pin her against the bed and pounding into her until her thighs feel sore, but this is nice as well. It makes her feel loved and wanted with the way that he touches her. Sometimes she wishes he did this out of the bedroom. Sometimes she wants to lay her head on his shoulder and have him wrap his foreleg around her waist to bring her closer, but she'll take what she can get. And if sex is where she can find it, then that's what she'll settle with.

Because being friends with Sunburst is more important than expressing her feelings.

"Ah!" She gasps when she feels his magic grope her tit.

He silences her with another kiss, his grin boyish and coy enough that makes her want to smack him upside the head. His magic is warm and tingly as it tugs and squeezes her pert nipple, drawing a sigh from her. Her hips rise off the mattress at the action and she tightens her hold on him, trying to beg him for more, but all that comes out of her mouth is a moan. Grunts and moans fill the silence between them in the place of words.

Her head is fuzzy and her body feels light. Everything is perfect.

His mouth leaves a trail of kisses up her cheek and he nibbles on her ear before whispering. "You feel good?"

It sounds like a question, but it could be a compliment for all she knew. She can't tell the difference between how foggy her brain feels. All she knows is that Sunburst is an attentive lover, and the sex with him is the best she's ever had.

"Amazing," she whispers in response.

Lifting his head, Sunburst stares down at her. His gaze feels too intimate, too loving for someone who's meant to be her best friend and nothing more. It makes her analytical brain want to examine and poke at it; figure out if it means what she thinks it means or not. But she doesn't allow herself to dwell on the thought for very long, it will only give her false hope, something she can't have at the moment.

Friends. Just friends, she tells herself.

It leaves a sour taste in her mouth and another voice, timid but more sincere, denies it.

More. You're something more.

Starlight pushes the intrusive thoughts away, focusing instead on the pleasure that Sunburst is giving her, his mouth, and his cock as it slides in and out of her. It's then she realizes that he's changed the focus of his magic, toying with her clit instead, and another moan escapes from her. She throws her head back, exposing her neck, noting that he doesn't waste any time kissing her underneath her jaw. The pressure finally breaks and heat washes over her body in waves of pure delight and ecstasy, her walls tightening around him as her back arches with the pleasure.

His name spills from her mouth with a weak cry that he muffles with a kiss. She feels more than hears her own name on his lips as he reaches his limit, finishing with one last pointed thrust inside her.

They lay there, panting, neither one saying a word, in a world where words aren't necessary because they both know. They both probably knew all along how the other feels, but the fear of the unknown stops them from going further. Both fearful as to what would happen once the truth is out, once the damning words are uttered and the enchantment shatters, ending what they have.

Not wanting to be one to break the spell, she swallows the phrase that creeps up her throat. It doesn't stop the intrusive voice from whispering it to her heart, though.

I love you.