Sunset Shimmer stared at the bundles of soft pink flowers overflowing from the pot before her. “Hey, Wallflower? What are these ones called again?”

“There should be a little tab in each pot with the name,” Wallflower called from across the school garden. “If you’re looking at one of the azaleas, you’ll probably have to push a lot of the flowers aside to see it.”

“Gotcha,” Sunset said. She delicately peeled back the layers of petals and peered through. “Yup, found it. Rhododododuhhhhh—what...?” Sunset looked at the word again. “Who names these things?”

“Rhododendron!” Wallflower smiled as she knelt down beside Sunset. “Cuz of the way the flowers fold into bundles, see?” A green finger lightly traced around one of the bundles. At least half a dozen flowers sprung from each, blooming out in every direction.

Sunset tilted her head. “So it’s like a geometry term, then?”

“See, I thought that at first too. Turns out it’s greek for rose tree or something.” Wallflower shrugged. “I mean, these are bushes, but whatever. Botanical naming conventions are a load of crap.”

Sunset smirked as Wallflower took a drink from her water bottle. “Crap, huh? Bet they make great fertilizer,” Sunset said.

“Pffffft—!” Wallflower sprayed water everywhere as she lurched forward, failing to hold back a laugh. “Y-you jerk!”

“Oh c’mon, that wasn’t even that funny!” Sunset said. When Wallflower gave her a little push, she grinned and gestured to the azaleas. “And hey, now they’ve been watered, right?”

Wallflower rolled her eyes. “You’re such a doof, y’know that?”

“I think you’re the only person I’ve met who’s used the word doof before.”

“Yeah, well...” Wallflower stood up, stretching. “Insults are more fun when they can be confused for sound effects.”

“I think it’s cute!” Sunset said.

“If you say so,” Wallflower said. “I finished over on my side, so I can help you get these all planted if you’d like.”

“Umm...” Sunset turned back to the flowers. “Where should I put them?”

“Anywhere!” Wallflower’s eyes sparked, and a wide grin spread across her freckled cheeks. “This isn’t just my garden anymore, Sunset. Since you joined the gardening club, it’s our garden.” She sat beside Sunset again. “Where do you think they’d look best?”

Sunset couldn’t help but smile. She loved seeing her friend so open and excited. It had only been a few months ago that Wallflower would barely so much as say a word to Sunset, let alone spend a joyful afternoon gardening with her.

“Hmm...” Sunset looked around the garden. She spotted a patch where a row of bushes with similarly bundled blue and purple flowers rose up behind a couple of wide rocks. “Right there would be nice, don’t you think?”

“Ohhh! For sure!” Wallflower exclaimed, gleefully clapping her hands together. “The perennials and azaleas would look wonderful together! Juxtaposing their bunches with the azaleas’ larger ones as the eyes are drawn upward through the darkening hues of violet...” She let out a contented sigh. “You’re really amazing at this, Sunset.”

A familiar wave of little flutters made Sunset’s heart dance in her chest, and it took her a moment to remember that she should say something. She turned her face to hide her blush and shrugged. “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty friggin’ great,” she said as she picked up both pots of azaleas. Wallflower grabbed their trowels and followed her.

By the time they were finished planting, the deep blues of dusk were stretching across the sky. As Sunset sat on the cool grass in the shade beneath the surrounding trees, she realized just how chilly she was. “I really picked a great day to wear a vest instead of a jacket, huh?” She said.

“Oh gosh, you are kinda cold, aren’t you?” Wallflower piped up. “Here, you can—hang on, lemme just...” Sunset looked over to see Wallflower struggling to remove her own baggy sweater.

“Wallflower, keep that on!” Sunset said.

Wallflower ignored her, continuing the battle against her linens. “I swear, I don’t know why I have so much trouble with this... Soon as it’s over my head I can’t tell—got it!” A mess of tangled green hair popped out from the sweater as Wallflower pulled it off her head. She bundled it up in her lap, and Sunset covered her mouth to hide her smile.

“C’mon, you really should keep it,” Sunset said. “You just said it’s cold.”

“Nuh-uh, I said you were cold. Here.” Wallflower handed Sunset her striped sweater. As Sunset took it, she could feel that it was still warm from Wallflower’s body heat, and as she put it on, the smells of wet grass and fresh leaves immediately surrounded her. Blushing, Sunset took a deep breath, admiring the earthen scents.

“Thank you, Wallflower,” she said. “I really appreciate it.”

Wallflower was already shivering, having had nothing beneath her sweater but a thin white tee-shirt. “Holy moly, it is really cold.” She turned to Sunset, reaching her hands out dramatically. “Quick, give it back! I need it to live!”

‘Y’know, I would,” Sunset said. “Buuuuut...”

“You’re a butt!” Wallflower faked a pout.

Sunset smirked at her. “I’d love to give it to you, but the person who gave it to me really, really wanted me to have it.” She struck a dainty pose. “Oh, and it’s so warm and cozy too...”

Wallflower heaved an overly loud sigh and fell back onto the grass with an unceremonious thwump. “Oh well. It’s probably well below freezing. Guess I’ll just die here, frozen and alone.” She stretched a single arm up towards the sky. “If only someone could have given me a sweater...”

“It’s like sixty degrees out. You’re not frozen, ya doof,” Sunset said. Wallflower giggled and rolled her head to the side, and Sunset could see she was adorned with the purest of smiles. Seeing Wallflower this genuinely happy warmed Sunset more than anything else could. She lay down on the grass beside Wallflower and took hold of her hand. “And you’re not alone, either.”

At first, Sunset thought she felt Wallflower flinching. She was about to let go and apologize when she felt Wallflower’s hand gently squeeze her own. Once more, something fluttered through Sunset’s body, starting just below her tummy and radiating outward in all directions. It was the same rush she’d felt when asking Wallflower if she could help her in the garden, or when Wallflower had praised her so fervently as they’d planted the azaleas.

Stars were beginning to peek through the cracks in the trees above. Sunset allowed herself to decompress entirely, letting out a deep breath that puffed the air with vapors. Every few minutes, she’d feel Wallflower run a thumb slowly across the back of her hand, and when she did, the flutters would return.

“Sunset?”

She snapped out of her reverie. “Yeah?”

Wallflower held her hand a little tighter. “Thank you for being here with me.”

Sunset wasn’t sure what to say. She glanced over at Wallflower, who was staring up into the ever-darkening sky. Her lengths of green hair were spread out all across the grass around her, and Sunset could see more little goosebumps on her skin.

Wallflower kept speaking. “Before you reached out to me... I, well, I guess I’d never had someone like you in my life. Someone I could look forward to seeing every day.”

“Y-yeah...” Sunset whispered. Wallflower’s sweater was really warm. She sighed, shivering.

“And, I dunno... I was so used to being alone that I kept rejecting your offers to hang out.” Wallflower rolled over to face Sunset, never letting go of her hand. “But you never gave up on me. You kept talking to me, asking how I was every single day, even though I never returned the favor.” Wallflower seemed to droop as she spoke. “And I feel so, so stupid for that. For a lot of things...”

Sunset kept staring at Wallflower’s eyes. They were a soft, earthy brown and completely beautiful, and they looked like they were going to cry.

“I-I know I apologized a hundred times already, and I know you always tell me it’s okay, but...” Wallflower trailed off, and Sunset could hear her struggling to hold back tears. Sunset had been in Wallflower’s position of guilt enough times to know that there was nothing she could say to make Wallflower feel better about her past mistakes.

“Hey, Wallflower?”

“H-huh?”

Sunset shifted herself so she was a little closer to Wallflower. “Do you know what my favorite thing about gardening is?”

Wallflower blinked. “Uhm... No, I guess I don’t.”

“I’ve only been doing it for a couple weeks, but I think I’m pretty familiar with the draws of it. The cool breeze rustling through the leaves, the vibrant colors all around, the smell of dew and flowers...” Sunset smiled. “It’s all great, but it’s not why I keep coming back.”

Even in the dark, Sunset could see the girl before her was blushing, and she felt a rush of shock flow through her. Even though Sunset’s own actions had brought her to this moment, she still felt surprised that this was really happening. She had no idea where this path would lead her. All she knew was that she had to follow it.

“I love being here with you. I love seeing you be yourself, smiling and laughing and loving the world around you. You’re so full of this... this passion for life, Wallflower. It’s an amazing thing to see.” Sunset paused as Wallflower seemed to inch closer to her. She was close enough that Sunset could see her shaking, though whether from the cold or something else, Sunset couldn’t tell.

“S-Sunset, I...”

“I mean, of course it’s you. It has to be you,” Sunset said. “It’s just like you said, remember? You’re who I look forward to seeing every day.”

“You don’t get it!” Wallflower cried. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I could’ve lost you before I even knew how much you’d mean to me! I almost—!”

“But you didn’t,” Sunset said. “I’m okay. I’m more than okay—I’m happy. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, because I’m here.” She placed a hand gently on Wallflower’s tearstained cheek. “With you.”

Wallflower was no longer crying. Instead, she lay beside Sunset in silence, staring into her eyes. Sunset could see the vapors from Wallflower’s exhales swirling and dissipating with her own in the ever-shrinking space between them. The comforting aromas of Wallflower’s sweater filled her lungs, and suddenly Sunset felt herself overcome with resolve. She licked her lips, her heart thundering in her chest as her gaze briefly flicked down. No more waiting. This had to happen, and it had to happen right now. She wanted this more than anything.

Just as Sunset started to move, Wallflower pressed forward and their lips met.

“Mmmph!” Sunset couldn’t silence her surprise. Even still, she wrapped her arm around Wallflower, still holding her hand with the other as their kiss lingered. Flutters danced through her entire body, and at last she knew what they meant. As the seconds passed in slow motion, Sunset had to remind herself that this was real.

At last, they broke apart, their foreheads resting together. Both of them were breathing heavily, until another sound came from Wallflower. At first Sunset thought she was crying again, and her heart sank for the briefest of moments, but... No, Wallflower wasn’t crying. She was laughing.

Wallflower’s giggles echoed through the garden, and in moments Sunset was joining her. Exhilarated, she moved in for another kiss, which Wallflower returned with glee. Soon enough, they were locked together, and had rolled over so that Wallflower was on top of Sunset. With each breath, the rhythmic motions of Wallflower’s body set Sunset’s heart aflame, and she leaned in a little more with every kiss.

Their lips separated again, and their labored breaths were the only sound in the world. Sunset closed her eyes, letting herself take in the entirety of the moment. Wallflower was still on top of her, and Sunset adored the feeling of weight and warmth pressing her down. They were really doing this.

“H-hey,” Sunset spoke so softly she could barely hear herself. She held Wallflower’s hands, and their fingers laced together.

“Yeah?” Wallflower looked at her. “Everything okay?”

“Of course,” Sunset said, smiling. “Just... This is nice, y’know?”

Wallflower sighed. “Y-yeah. Yeah, it is.”

Wallflower’s words caused another rushing pulse of electricity to resonate through Sunset’s entire body, and she relished in the feeling, heaving out a sigh of contentment. Sunset reached up and brushed a stray lock of green hair behind Wallflower’s ear. “I really wanted this,” she said.

Wallflower leaned her cheek into Sunset’s open palm. “Yeah... Me too.”

They stayed like that for a while. Wallflower closed her eyes, and Sunset took a shaky breath as Wallflower lightly touched the hand cradling her head.

“It’s funny...” Wallflower said. “When you first asked to help me in the garden, I was so surprised. It was more than just being confused. I had this... This adrenaline rush, or something.”

“Yeah?”

“And like, when we’d spend time together, no matter what we were doing, the same thing would happen. Something you’d say or do would light this spark, and my whole body could feel it. Even now...” Wallflower trailed off, shuddering. “It’s like... It’s physical, y’know?”

“I do,” Sunset said. She sat up a bit beneath Wallflower, propping herself up with her elbows. Wallflower leaned down, and they joined in another kiss. As their lips touched, Sunset felt the spark, as Wallflower had called it, pulse within her.

“Mmmm...” Sunset smiled as Wallflower pulled away. “Tummy flutters.”

Wallflower shifted her hips a bit, and Sunset’s whole body tingled. “Yeah... That’s what they are,” Wallflower said. She placed a hand just below her abdomen. “Tummy flutters...”

Sunset allowed her head to fall back to the grass. She draped her arms over the girl atop her, gently pulling Wallflower into a fleeting kiss. The moment was punctuated by a familiar shiver drifting through Sunset’s body, and her heart soared as she felt Wallflower briefly tense up in her arms.

When they separated, Sunset spoke again. “I get them too,” she said, taking Wallflower’s hands in her own once more. “And y’know what I realized?”

“What?” Wallflower’s voice was soft, shaky and tinged with unmistakable joy.

“That’s how I know this is real.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Wallflower looked around at the garden surrounding them. “I’m really here, in my favorite place.” She sighed, turning back to Sunset. “I’m really with you. It’s really happening...”

“Yeah...” Sunset said. “This couldn’t have been more perfect.”

“Mmmmmm...” Wallflower grinned and pressed her body closer into Sunset, who rose ever-so-slightly. Their kiss was soft, and it held just a little longer than the ones before. Sunset lost herself in the moment, enraptured with every detail—the easing of her own motion as she lay beneath Wallflower, the warmth building and radiating between them as their bodies touched, the delicate push and pull of kissing the one girl who could give her tummy flutters...

As their lips reluctantly drifted apart, Sunset was lost in Wallflower’s half-lidded eyes, those deep brown eyes with the color of bark and soil. In them she saw a pure and genuine affection that she had never seen before, and her entire body came alive with an intense and blissful desire to match it. When she considered that completely foreign feeling, that desperate, aching need to equal Wallflower’s adoration for her, she recognized it immediately.

“Wallflower?”

“Yeah?”

“I think this is what love feels like.”

A tranquil silence fell over the garden. Wallflower stared at Sunset, her eyes widening a little. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Finally, she shifted herself off of Sunset and knelt beside her, a quivering expression growing on her face.

“I dunno,” Sunset said as she sat up. “Maybe it’s too early to say that, but I can’t think of any other word for it.”

Wallflower didn’t answer. Instead, she fell forward into Sunset, embracing her and burying her head in her shoulder.

Sunset wrapped her arms around Wallflower, smiling. “The weather’s only going to get colder,” she said. “Maybe we should take this back to my place.”

“Y-yeah,” Wallflower said. She sat up, and Sunset could see that there were a few tears in her eyes. “How, uhm... How long will it take to get there?”

“It’s not far,” Sunset said. “About a ten minute walk, if that.” She stood up and took Wallflower’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “Though, I guess I should preemptively apologize for the mess. I don’t get visitors often.”

“That’s okay.” Wallflower sniffled. “Can’t be any worse than mine.”

Still holding Wallflower’s hand, Sunset made her way out of the garden. “Y’know, now that I think about it,” she said, “I guess you’re my first girlfriend.”

Wallflower squeezed her hand at that. “Girlfriend, huh?”

They crossed the first of several crosswalks between the school and Sunset’s apartment. “I mean, like, I guess no one asked anyone out or anything. Kinda seems like we skipped over that part.”

When Wallflower didn’t respond, Sunset glanced over at her. She was red-faced and smiling that wonderful smile. She turned to Sunset. “Uhm... Sunset, do you wanna, y’know, like, maybe go out with m-me...?”

A stupid grin settled on Sunset’s face, and she shivered as another flutter ran through her. “Yes,” she said. “Yes I do.”

A gleeful noise escaped Wallflower’s lips. “I’m still so used to being the forgotten girl in the corner,” she said. “This is all so... I dunno. Surreal, I guess. I didn’t realize just how much until you said that thing earlier.”

“Which thing?” Sunset asked.

Wallflower moved a little closer and threaded her arm beneath Sunset’s. “Y’know...” Her voice softened. “About love.”

“I meant it,” Sunset said, a blush spreading across her smiling face. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, but I guess it’s just one of those things where you know it when it happens.” She glanced at Wallflower, gently squeezing her hand. “And I know I love you,” she said.

Wallflower sighed. “It makes me really happy to hear that.”

Sunset kissed Wallflower’s freckled cheek. “It makes me happy to say it.”

As they neared Sunset’s apartment building, Wallflower leaned into Sunset, resting her head on her shoulder. “I, uhm... I love you too, by the way.”

Beneath Sunset’s quiet smile, fireworks were going off.

They stopped as Sunset fiddled with her keys. Her hands were shaking a bit, and her heartbeat pounded in her chest at the prospect of what was to happen inside. Wallflower was breathing a little faster, and Sunset could feel the anticipation radiating between them. She unlocked the door, flicked the lights on and led Wallflower inside.

“Oh, wow!”

“Hm?”

Wallflower spread her arms and twirled like a dancer. “It’s so much warmer in here! And I love what you did with the fairy lights, it’s so cozy and—hey, zinnias!”

Sunset giggled at that. Of course she’d spot the flowers. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to grow some of those seeds you gave me,” she said, gesturing to a row of pots on the windowsill. “Only a few of them sprouted, but they add so much.”

“Hmmm...” Wallflower squinted at the plant. A layering of dozens of thin petals formed a wide flower, with each petal’s color turning lighter and lighter shades of pink as they tapered to an end. The whole thing was held up by a narrow stem, which tilted to one side at an awkward angle. “Do you have a pencil and some string?”

“I think I have some twisty ties,” Sunset said. “Why?”

“You’re doing a great job growing this. It’s actually growing so fast that the weight of the flower is causing the whole plant to droop.” Wallflower turned, holding up a finger. “Zinnias naturally grow in large bushes with more support, but it’s an easy fix!” She took the pencil and ties from Sunset, then returned to the flower. “Just get a stiff object like a stick or something, and...”

With exceedingly delicate care, Wallflower lifted the zinnia’s flower until the stem was straight. She stuck the pencil into the soil beside it and lightly tied it to the plant, holding it upright.

“Some flowers need a little help to grow,” Wallflower said, stepping back to admire her work. “With a little support, they’re all the more beautiful for it.”

Sunset absolutely adored watching Wallflower do what she loved. The passion on display was a side of Wallflower she had rarely seen until recently, and it only assured her that her heart was leading her on the right path. She stepped forward and slipped her arms around Wallflower's waist from behind, pulling her close. As Sunset rested her head on Wallflower’s shoulder, she felt her shudder a bit.

Wallflower turned her head back, her lips open and searching. Sunset obliged her, and they connected. For the first time, Sunset heard the faintest of moans echo from the girl in her arms, and it only intensified the flame inside her.

“Where to?” Wallflower’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Sunset answered by wordlessly nudging Wallflower in the direction of the bedroom loft. As soon as they were up the stairs, Wallflower put her hands on Sunset’s, guiding them underneath the bottom hem of her shirt.

Sunset felt Wallflower’s direction end, and began moving on her own. Her fingertips grazed up her girlfriend’s tummy, causing Wallflower to squirm a bit. “T-ticklish!” She cried out, her protests punctuated by a squeak as Sunset’s hands slid along the bottom of her bra. Sunset couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable Wallflower was.

“I’ve, uh... I’ve never done anything like this,” Wallflower said. Sunset could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Me neither,” Sunset said.

At that, Wallflower turned. “Really? I always figured, I dunno—you were so popular, y’know?”

“Nope.” Sunset shook her head. “Never wanted to.” She smiled. “Not until you.”

Sunset felt Wallflower tense up. “So then...?”

“That’s right, Wallflower.” Sunset smirked. “We’re both awkward virgins.”

Wallflower spun around. “Oh, I knew you were the one for me!” With that, she tackled Sunset onto the bed, and they collapsed into a sea of kisses and giggles.

At the end of the struggle, Sunset was straddling Wallflower’s waist. Unable to contain herself, she closed in and pinned Wallflower with a long, drawn out kiss. Rather than break apart, the kiss transitioned seamlessly into another, with both girls drawing sharp breaths in the fleeting moments when their lips were not together. Within seconds, Sunset again heard the softest of moans coming from Wallflower. They steadily grew in volume, and Sunset realized she was making the same sound.

As their lips brushed over each other again and again, Sunset found herself slowly shifting atop Wallflower. Her hips moved on their own accord—down, in, up and back—pressing just a little more into the girl beneath her with every kiss.

Even when Sunset finally pulled away from the kiss, her body continued its autonomous movements. Each gradual grinding motion against Wallflower awakened a deeper spark of desire within Sunset, and she began to move just a bit faster. More moans escaped her lips, breathless and slow, and her back arched whenever her hips reached the deepest point in their rhythm.

Sunset looked down and saw Wallflower staring up at her with those beautiful brown eyes. Quiet breaths came from her slightly open mouth, and her hands found their way onto Sunset’s thighs, then her hips, then her waist. Wordlessly, Wallflower slipped her fingers beneath the hem of the sweater she had given Sunset, then beneath Sunset’s own shirt.

When Sunset felt Wallflower’s touch on her bare skin, electricity shot through her entire body. She shivered, and immediately she knew she wanted more. Sunset touched her hands to Wallflower’s and led them to the sweater’s hem. Wallflower began lifting, and seconds later the sweater was on the floor, followed by Sunset’s vest and blouse.

“Oh, wow...” Wallflower spoke between measured breaths. Sunset could feel Wallflower’s eyes moving up her body, from her waist to her abdomen to the cherry red bra covering her chest. “This is really happening...”

“Y-yeah,” Sunset said, her face burning the same color has her bra. “If you want to, I mean. If we’re moving too fast—”

“No, Sunset, it’s okay.” Wallflower did her best to sit up from her position beneath Sunset, propping herself up against the pillows behind her. She brought a hand to Sunset’s face, brushing several strands of hair to the side. “I want this. I really, really want this.”

Sunset lightly held on to Wallflower’s raised hand. Silently, she leaned her cheek into her girlfriend’s open palm, admiring the warmth and softness. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she whispered, smiling. Then, she guided Wallflower’s hand to her breasts.

At first, Wallflower was completely still. Then, Sunset felt a gentle squeeze, followed by another. A second hand rose and took tender hold of Sunset’s other breast, and a shaky breath passed her lips. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of Wallflower’s touch.

“Y-you’re really pretty,” Wallflower said. “And soft...”

Sunset answered by resuming her grinding from earlier. As Wallflower’s hands continued to massage her, flutters burst forth within her, building and expanding so much that Sunset thought she might float away.

“You can—hhhnnnn...” Sunset’s words were cut off as Wallflower’s thumb pressed down on the center of her breast. “You can take it off...”

Sunset instantly felt Wallflower’s fingertips drifting behind her, and she lowered herself so that Wallflower could reach her back. She felt the tension in the straps vanish, and as she sat up again, she slid her bra off entirely.

When Sunset opened her eyes, a giggle burst out of her. Wallflower was staring at her exposed chest with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“You’re really, really pretty...”

“Mmmmmmm...” Sunset leaned in, her breasts hanging freely in front of Wallflower’s face. “You really think so?”

Wallflower answered by slowly wrapping her lips around Sunset’s areola. “Mhmmm,” she mumbled. Her lips parted, and Sunset inhaled sharply as Wallflower’s tongue drifted over the sensitive nub in the center. The feeling of warmth and wetness on such a place made Sunset’s back arch, pressing her breasts further into Wallflower’s face.

When at last Sunset moved away, Wallflower’s lips lingered on her nipple. They finally parted, and the rush of cool air on the spot slick with Wallflower’s saliva made Sunset’s entire body shudder.

Wallflower stared at Sunset's chest again. "...I can't believe I just did that," she said, shivering.

"I'm glad you did." Sunset gave her best sultry smile. "You were really good at it."

Wallflower's cheeks burned red. “Do you, uhm...” She paused, placing a hand on her own chest. When she spoke again, her voice was higher than before. “Do you want to see...?”

Sunset grinned. “Sounds like you want me to see.”

“Y-yeah,” Wallflower said. “I do.”

Sunset held her breath as Wallflower pulled at the bottom of her shirt. She kept pulling, the shirt stretching as she tried to get it off her arms. “This stupid thing...” Wallflower muttered, wrestling with the twisting linens.

“Do you want me to help?” Sunset asked.

“No, I got it, just—I swear, I don’t know why I can’t—there!”

Finally free of her shirt, Wallflower triumphantly waved it like a flag before tossing it off to the side. Sunset reflexively started searching for the hook of Wallflower’s plain white bra, and when she found it, she pulled it apart, and Wallflower fell back into the pillows with a sigh. The cups of Wallflower’s bra were still covering her, and Sunset looked at her, silently asking permission.

Wallflower’s face was beet red. “Go ahead,” she whispered.

Sunset peeled the bra away. “Oh, Wallflower...”

Wallflower shivered. “W-what?”

“Just...” Sunset leaned in and gave her a fleeting kiss. “You’re the cutest girl in the whole damn world.”

The smile on Wallflower’s face made Sunset’s heart melt. Sunset dismounted her, collapsing onto the pillows beside her. She sighed as Wallflower’s arm draped over her, and she placed a hand gently on one of Wallflower’s breasts, lazily playing with it as she nestled herself into the cutest girl in the whole damn world.

“Mmmmm... You’re warm,” Sunset said.

Wallflower smirked. “And you’re hot.”

“No I’m—oh. Oh!” Sunset laughed, resting her head on Wallflower’s other breast. “Mmm—you too.” She smiled. “And your boobs make great pillows.”

Wallflower ran her fingers through Sunset’s hair. Sunset let out a heavy sigh, pressing her face a little more into Wallflower’s chest. “This is really nice,” she said.

“It is...” Wallflower’s hand found Sunset’s, and their fingers intertwined.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each others’ warmth. Sunset listened to Wallflower’s heart as it thumped in her chest. She did her best to sync her own breathing to Wallflower, so that their bodies rose and fell together. Every once in a while, one of them would shift or sigh, but neither of them spoke.

Through it all, Sunset’s tummy fluttered.

Author's Note

Snuggles warm my heart.