Author's Note

Summary: If this was a dream, she hopes she never has to wake up.

Warnings:Romance, oral sex, and more fluff

Notes:You could call this a continuation of the first chapter, technically, but it came out so vague you can ignore the first chapter if you want to. At least the same context applies for this one too: Sunburst is staying at her house for whatever reason, which leads them to get as physically close as possible. To be honest, I'm not all that happy with this chapter, it reminded me why I don't like to write in the first person, is hard and I'm not all that good at it So now more than ever, any pointers or critics are more than welcome, fire away dear readers!

Can We Keep Dreaming?

Maybe each time had been a dream.

He doesn’t just come into my room like that. He doesn’t sit on my bed, whispers my name, or hold me so tenderly. And he certainly doesn’t do it multiple times for no apparent reason. No, none of that. Dreams don’t come true like that. Maybe it was the summer heat, it had been especially hot lately—I can’t even bear to close my window when it cooled down at night—perhaps the heat made me delusional. Whatever the case, a series of sweet fantasies or teasing disillusions, I couldn’t bring myself to believe them to be true. Not at first, anyway.

When I think about our history and the way he distanced himself in the past, his recent actions seemed to have come out of the blue. But at the same time—Celestia help me—it felt right. It didn’t feel right just because I have been fond of him for a long time, it was just intuition. It told me he was where he belonged.

In these dreams—my dreams—Sunburst place is by my side. Logically, I would say he belongs here because he is handsome, intelligent, and the kindest pony I know. I would say he belongs with me because I like him, but logic doesn’t matter in dreams, nor does it matter that I’m head over heels for the guy, he belongs by my side because something else is moving us towards each other, something like inertia. It should happen, it’s a fact of nature. So in my dreams, Sunburst coming to my room isn’t shocking, in fact, it’s quite natural, even expected.

As I would watch him in my dreams, Sunburst would sit at the corner of my bed. He would usually have his back turned towards me at first. Then, after a while, he would turn around, place a hoof on the mattress, and lean towards me. There weren’t very many words, his actions usually spoke for him, and the words he did used were full of love and passion that sometimes scared me with their intensity. But when he would sit there and look directly at me, he would look at me in a way he has never done in the past, nor any other stallion for that matter. I would be trapped under his gaze, his eyes held me there and kept me with him. It excited me, it was a thrill for me to have him here, and it was even more exciting knowing he wanted it to be so.

It was strange when he came to me, with the door closed and the two of us alone, the world seemed to shut off if not non-existent to us. We were in a world where time and destiny and duty didn’t tear us apart. It was only apparent that I was dreaming about just him and me, there was nothing but us. We were exclusive beings, acting on our needs and desires, nothing could be more right, we couldn’t ask for more than each other.

When morning came, I never had the courage to bring it up. Part of the reason was that Sunburst acted no different towards me during the day, he was still the same friendly pony he always has been, his head in the clouds and his nose in a book. His normal behavior just served to prove my initial theory, and yet, sometimes I would catch glimpses of the Sunburst of my dreams. I would see a glimpse of some intense emotion flickered through his eyes when I laughed, he would stand a little too close to me when we walked home after the day was over, and lately we were spending more time together as he would find some excuse or activity for us to do.

During the day, I tried not to think about it. It was easy to set aside these thoughts when my responsibilities and my work demanded most of my attention, but at night it was all I could think about. During the rare nights he didn’t show, my day would start with a heavy dose of disappointment, one I would have to swallow painfully and pretend it didn’t bother me as I went through my day.

However, as much as I indulged in these fantasies I knew this couldn’t go on, I had to uncover the truth even if it hurt me. One night, as my dream began once again I woke myself up and spoke at the Sunburst sitting, once again, on the corner of my bed.

“Am I dreaming?” I asked, already convinced that the answer was yes.

Sunburst looked at me for a few moments before crawling closer in my direction, his hoof reaches out and cups my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact. His hoof is smooth and his touch is very gentle, I encase his hoof with my own and kept him there, pressed to my cheek. The exclusivity caught me again. He was touching me as a lover would. Was this a dream? Am I really holding his hoof?I would play the moment over and over in my mind. The motion of his warm hoof encases mine. It doesn’t seem like much, but, for me, it’s everything I could hope for and more. The weight of the world is in this hoof, and it felt like he gave it to me when he touched me.

Then his mouth was over mine in a searing kiss. It was nothing like the first ones, which were shy, experimental brushes of lips and seeking touches, this was an actual kiss. I had to wrap my hooves around his neck to keep myself steady as he kissed me, and his hooves moved to my waist and held me close, effectively trapping me—I didn’t necessarily feel that way. Dream or not, I knew that he would let me go if I wanted out, but that was the last thing on my mind. I think I would blast a hole in my wall in frustration if he decided to push me away.

His lips were warm and soft and a little chapped, his beard tickled my chin slightly, and his caresses, though eager, made him a little clumsy. These little details caught my attention and made my heart swell with affection, it was just like I imagine he would kiss me: eagerly, affectionately, and imperfectly. Because that was the kind of pony he was. It gave me the courage to return his kisses with my own eager touches.

We separated, our heaving breathing the only sound in my room, though my ears were roaring with my heartbeat. I could feel my cheeks burning and I buried my face in his chest, hoping that the darkness of the room hid it from his gaze, he chuckled and I felt his laughter vibrating through my skin, it was strangely comforting and I relaxed against him. His hoof went to my mane and played gently with the strands.

“Perhaps we are both dreaming.” He said softly after a length, his voice husky against my ear.

“Perhaps,” I coincided and he continued to play with my hair.

He was warm and soft, almost like a living pillow, even despite the slight muscle and the hard contours of his body that had developed as he grew. When we were kids, I used to tease him slightly about his soft body, I would jab at his side with my hoof and laugh when he would jump at the contact, now I wonder if he was still as jumpy as I remembered, but a dream or not, I didn’t want to ruin the mood. Besides, that wasn’t what I wanted to find out.

I leaned in and place a kiss on the corner of his lips, I lingered there for a moment before I made my way along his jaw. He didn’t stop me, instead, he lifted his head to allow me better access to the sensitive skin underneath, and he rubbed my shoulders in encouragement while I kiss and nibbled his neck.

“Please stay,” I asked and the pleading tone that came with those words made me wince. Not even in dreams, I could make my words sound seductive. He must have read my wince as something else because he hesitated before retreating slightly.

“Are you sure?” He asked, searching for my gaze.

I met his eyes with my own, hoping he could see the determination in them. My dreams always started like this, him asking, sometimes many times during the night; if everything was ok, if I wanted this, if I had changed my mind—and sometimes I did change my mind and he would stop without question. Sometimes we just talked until we fell asleep and other times, we didn’t even talk at all, we just laid together, huddled close until sunrise when he would get up and quietly slipped out of my room. Even though it hurt me when he did that, I never had the courage to stop him. In the morning, it was easier to pretend that nothing had changed.

This was a dangerous game we were playing, and I wasn’t entirely sure about the rules.

“Please stay,” I repeated, with a more confident tone this time, hooking my forelegs to his neck and bringing him closer. “I need you.”

After a moment that felt like an eternity, he leaned in and kissed me softly, muttering a simple, “Okay.”

He had always been gentle with me, ever since we were little and we would wrestle in his backyard he was always careful not to hurt me, even though I was bigger and stronger than him back then. Now the roles have switched, even though he doesn’t lift anything heavier than a pile of books, he was now bigger and a little stronger just by virtue of being male. It was during moments like this that he seemed more aware of the fact and he held me like I was made of glass, it both frustrated me and endear me to him when he did so.

With my forelegs wrapped around his neck I pulled him closer until my back fell to the bed, he followed me willingly. His mouth was pressed to my neck and I felt his hot breath tingling through my skin, warmer than the summer heat, and I shivered at the feeling.

Sunburst begins trailing kisses down my neck, going lower and lower until he passed my barrel, then my stomach, and my breath hitched when his mouth found my nipple, so close to my awakening sex, where he kissed and lick until I was putty in his hooves. My hips bucked slightly, jostling his head, hoping he gets the hint that I wanted him to go lower, where my core was literally weeping for his attention, but he ignores me and continued teasing my breast.

I let out a frustrated groan, and my hooves found his messy mane and tried to push him lower, and again he refused me, holding fast to my hips and nibbling at the sensible buds with his teeth.

“Sunburst!” I cried out, both out of frustration and surprise from his bold actions.

“Starlight,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing the sensible skin he just teased. “Tell me what you want.”

I laughed, a breathless sound, and my eyebrow roused with exasperation. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No,” he answered simply with his own teasing smile. “I want to hear it from you, in detail, what you want me to do to you.”

I huffed, frowning, and looking away. I acted miffed, but in reality, embarrassment curled in my stomach and colored my cheeks.

I was never good at voicing my thoughts, I much preferred to do things than sit around and talk about them. I’m a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words, a philosophy that has gotten me in and out of sticky situations in equal measure. That’s why I was so good with practical magic, but the moment someone asks me to explain the finer details of it I couldn’t; just saying that I had a gut feeling that using a so-and-so spell would get the job done didn’t sit well with most scholars.

That’s why Sunburst was such a good teacher. Even when we were foals, he could break down even the most obscure of concepts into something even a hard-head like me could understand. He could probably teach a Pegasus how to fly, despite his lack of wings and experience, just by the sheer amount of books he had read on the subject; it was part of the reason he was Flurry Heart’s mentor, even though he didn’t have an ounce of the power the little filly did. He just understood magic on such a profound level that he could discuss it with anyone, even with baby alicorns who were just beginning to grasp the meaning of words.

I swallowed thickly and tried to put my feelings into words, something I had very little practice with. “I want you…”

Sunburst left his place between my legs and rested his head on my barrel. “You want me to do what?”

“I want you to…to hmm…”

Don’t get me wrong, I knew what I wanted, it was just so embarrassing to say it out loud. I had the hope that I could drop hints with my body during the night, but now that he was making me say it the nerves clamp on my throat and tongue like a vice. When I fell silent, he hummed thoughtfully and the baritones of his voice vibrated through my skin. “Hmm, perhaps you need an incentive.”

His horn glowed like a ray of sunlight in the night, and I gasped when he gripped my calves with his magic and lifted them up, then my gasp turned into a moan when he started licking my center, spreading the lips gently with his telekinesis as he started to explore deeper still. My back arched in pleasure and my hips bucked towards his muzzle as he gently licked the bundle of nerves that throbbed to life.

“Tell me what you want.” He repeated, his voice somewhat muffled.

“I-I want…! I want…want you…!”

Then he took my clit in between his lips and gave it a hard suck, I screamed as stars blurred past my vision.

“I-I want you to mount me!” I blurted out, the words pouring out in a desperate babble. “I w-want you on top of me! I want you all over me! I want you to make me yours!”

He let go of my clit with one last lick before answering. “As you wish.”

Eagerly, I flipped over to my stomach, laying on my front legs and raising my hips slightly. I hesitated for a moment before I lifted my tail, brushing the hair slightly to the side with my magic and giving him an unobstructed view. It didn’t matter how many times we had been together like this, I still felt nervous exposing myself in this way, and I know it was ridiculous; it’s nothing he hadn’t seen before—heck, nothing he hadn’t been up close and personal with—but still, I wondered if he liked what he saw.

The bed creaks under us as Sunburst stood on his back legs, he braced himself against my barrel and he yielded some of his weight for me to carry. He aligns his hips with mine, his desire brushing briefly over my thighs and my backside, making me shiver with anticipation, and with a little maneuvering, he found my entrance and pressed himself against it.

He went in slowly, gently, cautiously easing himself in me, as this was a new position for the both of us. At first, it didn’t feel any different than usual, except that the newness of this situation brought a thrill of excitement and made me a little more sensitive.

Then I felt it.

With one last push, he entered me completely, and we both gasped as we realized that he was completely sheathed inside me. The feeling made me moan, and I buried my muzzle on my pillow, embarrassed by the sounds that escaped from my mouth but couldn’t do anything to stop them. Now I understood why most mares were crazy about this position: he was so deep, he reached places that he usually couldn’t and it felt amazing.

It took me a moment to realize how still Sunburst was, the realization made me break out of my haze somewhat and I turned to face him (as much as I could, at least) but only saw his head vowed over the corner of my eye, his messy mane hiding his face from me.

“Sunburst?” I asked, shifting slightly under him as I tried to get a better look at him, but he stopped me.

He gripped my barrel almost painfully and hugged me closer to him, grinding his hips so firmly against me that I couldn’t move. I gasped, taken by surprise by his sudden roughness, and I dug my hooves firmly into the mattress so we wouldn’t fall off.

“I-I’m sorry, j-just don’t move, okay?” he said, his voice strained and short out of breath.

“Why?”

He laughed slightly, which sounded like a mix between a wheeze and a moan, before answering me. “Because you feel amazing.”

I blushed and the complement sent a wave of pleasure from my heart to the rest of my body, and he must have felt it because he moaned and ground his hips to my backside with stuttering thrusts. “I t-told you not to move.”

I giggled but listened and I laid motionless, waiting for him to compose himself.

Eventually, he let go of my barrel and placed his hooves on the blankets, his hips began thrusting, and set a slow and steady rhythm as we both got used to this new position. He was so close to me—I could feel his hot breath over my withers, his barrel caressing my back, and his hips grinding on my backside as he filled me in a way I had never been filled before. It felt wonderful, and I could feel a familiar pressure building, but it would not go far at this rate.

I began to meet his thrusts with my own, catching him by surprise and making him gasp. He began to pick up speed, the sound of our flesh meeting filled the room and the noises were so lewd it made me embarrassed, but at the same time, it excited me. Then one of his thrusts met a sensitive spot, making me moan louder the before, so loud that it woke me from my daze. Now truly embarrassed by the sounds leaving my mouth, I but my hoof in an attempt to muffle them.

My actions didn’t go unnoticed. “S-Starlight,” he panted, leaning close to my ear as he kept his steady thrusts. “I can’t see your face…so, please, don’t hide your voice from me…let me hear how it feels.”

I played dumb for a moment, pretending I hadn’t heard what he said, but he called my bluff by once again thrusting that sweet spot, making me gasp.

“It feels…” I moaned, letting go of my hoof, leaving a trail of drool behind. “It feels amazing!”

I let go of my inhibitions and let myself enjoy it. I was tired of hiding, of pretending that what I feel wasn’t important, I wanted him to understand how much he meant to me, and if voicing my pleasure was the means to get him to understand, then so be it. With that hurdle out of the way, he was more eager with his motions, doing everything he could to make me moan and sigh his name. I didn’t hold back, I told him how good it felt, gave him praises, and call out when he pressed deep inside me.

His thrusts became faster and faster, going as deep as he could. The sweet tension was reaching its breaking point and I closed my eyes tightly as it burst; my hips bucked of their own volition, and my back arched as the pleasure swept through me. I think I might have screamed his name, but it was lost in the pleasure that ran through my body like lightning.

When I finally regained my senses, I noticed that Sunburst held me tightly, almost painfully so. I laid on my side, encased in Sunburst embraced as he quivered with his own release, I could hear his moans of satisfaction, his hot breath on my neck, and the slow grinding of his hips on my rear, I sluggishly responded with my own thrusts but they weren’t more than small movements.

We laid there for what seemed like an eternity, the night warm and humid, but cool when compared to our heated skins. My limbs felt listless, making it impossible to move away from Sunburst even if I wanted to, and it seemed like he wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon, so I sighed and closed my eyes, basking in the afterglow.

He nuzzled the back of my head, taking a deep breath before speaking softly: “Can we keep dreaming?”

I smiled before answering. “Maybe this dream will never end.”

We fell asleep after that and the next morning, when I opened my eyes I looked at the edge of my bed. Sunburst was there, his hair a mess of red spilled over the white pillow, his breathing soft and even, his face relaxed and his eyes closed as he dreamed. I licked my lips and could still taste him on my skin.

“No,” I whispered to his sleeping face. “I hope this dream never ends.”