Nerds Are Hot

Was she more nervous or excited? To give an honest answer was more than Fleur could manage at the moment. She just knew that she was going to be in close proximity to Twilight for at least a good hour of the evening, and she would have to capitalize on those sixty minutes as best as she could manage. Open seduction was probably off the table -a public setting was good at ruining that sort of fun- but she felt reasonably confident that she could at least get a date with the sweet-hearted woman of her dreams. Twilight wouldn’t be against that offer, right? Or would she? It was actually rather hard to tell sometimes, the tranquil girl’s intelligence making her a bit inscrutable even for Fleur’s senses of personal interaction. Come to think of it, would Twilight even be receptive to her? The beauteous woman just might have to win her over.

That, Fleur thought confidently, is something I can achieve. No one knew how to flirt better than Fleur, even in such a subdued, restricted setting as a tutoring session.

Much to Indigo’s humored exasperation, Fleur had spent most of the last hour trying to figure out a wardrobe that was both seasonally comfortable and fashionable. The fall had been lovely so far, but the nights had been a bit chilly. Should she go with the leather jacket and skirt? A dress was too thin, even if it gave her a more striking figure. But she’d be inside for most of her time away, too- the light-grey cardigan sweater and dark jeans ended up winning out, allowing for comfort and a relatively fashionable appearance.

“What, no perfume?” Lemon Zest asked as Fleur strode out of her bedroom, heading to the bathroom for a quick touchup of her makeup. “You must be taking things slow, I figured you’d try to wow her.”

“We’re meeting at the education center, not her dorm room,” Fleur sighed. “A tragedy. Her bed would be so much more comfortable.”

“I don’t believe this,” Lemon Zest muttered, her word turning to a low stream of laughter. “Just- out of all people, Fleur. All people-! Twilight. You could have anyone you wanted, for shit’s sake.”

“I don’t want anyone,” Fleur said proudly, annoyed that her friend continued to bash her romantic choices. “I want Twilight. And shame on you for not being happy for me.”

“I just think it’s weird.”

“Zest, just shut up already,” Indigo interjected, trying to focus on a video that flashed across her laptop. “Jeez, I know it’s a mismatch, but chill- Fleur, I swear you better make this work out. We all really want you to relax.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” Fleur purred, pausing at the coat rack to ponder her selection of scarves. Was it too much for this early in the fall? “I can’t believe you girls never tried to go after her. Wasn’t she a friend of yours, once?”

Indigo pondered the thought, then shrugged. “Too insecure to put up with,” she remarked. “But hey, you do you.”

“Oh no Fleur won’t do Fleur,” Lemon Zest objected hotly. “Woman, go get your girl- because I can’t afford new headphones to block your private time out. OK?”

Fleur smiled at their well-meaning abrasiveness and departed, positively skipping along the way. Oh, she was going to adore this! Poor Twilight couldn’t imagine what was in store for her.

Much to her delight, the Ed Center was rather absent of life, only a trio of students in the far corner speaking amongst themselves to add to the sum of human presence; Fleur could only hope that they were closer to departing than arriving. There in the center of the room, a mass of scratch paper and a laptop beside her, sat Twilight Sparkle. Not yet alerted to her tutee’s presence allowed Fleur a chance to lavish her desires silently, adoring the very sight of this remarkable woman; dressed in little more than a college-themed shirt and sweatpants, her hair falling straight down behind her, the beautiful woman could find no words to properly describe what sat there before her.

Oh my gosh, she’s so cute!

Perhaps the overflow of muted admiration had somehow caught Twilight’s attention, but the bookish woman suddenly looked up from her laptop and caught sight of her companion, giving a bright smile and wave in recognition before motioning to the seat beside her.

“Hey! Good to see you, I was worried you might not show up!” Twilight greeted as Fleur came beside her.

“What? And not be around the smartest girl in college?” Fleur asked, another hug of her heart’s desire. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Twilight laughed- and Fleur’s heart melted. “You’d be surprised. A lot of people will ask for help and then just never show up. I guess they’ve got other people and places they’d rather be.”

“Well, they are missing out,” Fleur said. “You look very pretty, Twilight.”

Twilight gave her new companion a strange look, quickly assessing herself and the wardrobe that adorned her skin. “I’m just wearing a shirt and sweatpants. I don’t think that’s supposed to be very pretty, Fleur.”

“Then look at you, you overachiever!” Fleur replied. “I’m jealous, you look so comfy…”

“It really is, these are definitely my favorite pants. So, umm… you ready to get started? Did you bring your laptop? I figured we’d just go over the homework that’s due for Monday.”

Fleur could have gone on for ages; really, she just wanted to keep lavishing praise on Twilight until she somehow found a way to see those clothes come off. But Twilight was trying to be helpful, and she did appreciate that effort. Besides, she had the entire evening to see the job done. She could be patient.

“Ooh, OK… this is actually a really hard one, I definitely get why you’re having trouble with this question,” Twilight said some time later, her eyes assessing the latest question with no small level of scrutiny. “Here, we’ll write this one out on paper, maybe that’ll help make it easier to figure out.”

“Mm?” Fleur was trying accomplish two focuses at once and failing miserably. Her academic works needed proper attention and she knew it, but Twilight was so darn cute! She would have such adorable little dimples whenever she smiled, her eyes so aglow with a fervor whenever she studied- and even more when Fleur managed to get the question right! She seemed to so effortlessly be nice, and looked even prettier when she was being so. How on earth was one supposed to pay attention to physics when all she wanted to do was get physical?

“Here. We’ll start with this part of the formula,” Twilight said, sliding over a bit closer to her companion and beginning to scratch out a series of letters and numbers. That perfume again! Fleur loved tea- wait, did she? She never drank it much, but she would definitely have to now. She’d think of Twilight every time. Maybe she could take her to a tea shop as a date?

“OK, so this single string of wire has a resistance of-” Twilight, so focused on the problem at hand, was slow in noticing the distracted presence of the girl beside her. “Tired? We can stop if you need to rest.”

“I’m fine,” Fleur said dreamily, shamelessly staring at Twilight with a gaze that couldn’t possibly be ignored. She wanted to caress that sweet face, feel those demure lips against hers, tear those pesky clothes away herself and get to the fun part already! Did public decency really have to matter here?

“You keep staring, I don’t think you’re alright,” Twilight remarked. She pushed her laptop and scratchwork aside, gazing at Fleur with concern. “Are you feeling OK? Something bothering you?”

“I’m thirsty,” Fleur replied, leaning in a little closer and seeing the gap between them shrink. “Could you, maybe, help me fix that?”

“Sure! The water fountain’s just around the corner near the bathrooms, you can’t miss it!”

The record scratch that ripped across her mind could have been audible across the spacious room. “What?”

“The water fountains. I guess you didn’t bring a water bottle with you,” Twilight said cheerfully. “I guess I could use a stretch, too. I’ve been sitting around all day!”

“Oh, if it’s exercise you want, I can help you with that,” Fleur replied, instantly composing herself at this new remark. “I’ll show you how to be flexible.”

“That’d be a big help, really. What do you do- yoga?”

She was being intentionally ignored and the thought of it was crushing. Surely Twilight couldn’t be missing these obvious signals? “I- I’ll be back in a minute,” Fleur stammered, departing down the halls and appearing to seek out a quick drink. She’s rebuffing me, the beauty silently wailed as she let the cool water touch her lips. She doesn’t want me at all, I know it! I bet she doesn’t even like girls, of course she doesn’t want me, she thinks I’m just a pretty idiot! She’s too smart to be missing what I’m saying! It was a painful thought to bear- but Fleur at least wanted to keep trying for a little bit more. And besides, she did need help with this homework.

“Alright, ready to get back to work?” Twilight asked as Fleur returned to her seat, as excited as always at the prospect of further intellectual challenge. “I hope this isn’t boring you too much, I know it can be difficult to pay attention to sometimes.”

“Oh, definitely,” Fleur agreed. “I’d much rather pay attention to you.”

“That works fine!” the bright-faced woman said. “Here, I’ll write this one out and then you can explain how we got the answer. Does that sound a little easier?”

Fleur felt as cold as a stone, knowing nothing about tonight was going to bend to her will in the slightest and she was fairly sure God was laughing at her.

Sugarcoat and Indigo were trying their best to be sympathetic- really, they were. Abrasive as their words could be, they genuinely did like Fleur and considered her a friend. Beyond the loud moaning that permeated the last several days of their existence she was a great roommate, and an excellent chef that helped stem the tide of lowly college student meals. They were glad to have her around. So of course they’d tried to be supportive when Fleur had returned home that evening, weeping embarrassed tears and bemoaning how Twilight had rebuffed her every advance.

Beyond the sympathy, they all felt a unified sense of dread at the days to come; how on earth were they going to prevent this beautiful woman from being even more of a wreck?

“Of course she doesn’t like girls,” Fleur despaired, facedown against the table with her head hidden between her arms. “She was too good to be true, I just knew it.”

Sugarcoat and Indigo exchanged a glance, trying to think of a way they could prevent a disaster. A hopeful Fleur had been enough of an embarrassment already- a miserable, moping Fleur was something they didn’t have the imagination or will to experience. “Look,” Indigo said at last, “it’s probably not that. Everyone likes you, Fleur- like to an insane degree, so many people. But she probably didn’t think you were being flirtatious.”

“But I was so obvious!” Fleur wailed. “I can’t just start stripping her naked or something, that’d be horrible!”

“Well… it was obvious to you,” Sugarcoat replied. “I’m sorry, but you’re in love with an idiot.”

Fleur didn’t take kindly to that remark. “She’s the smartest person I’ve ever met! How-”

“Yes, she’s an academic genius, I get it,” her friend continued, “but you weren’t around her much in high school. Twilight… she’s got the social sense of a dead slug. Cannot pick up cues to save her life. You thought you were being obvious, but I promise she didn’t catch any of it.”

Fleur found herself torn between the desire to continue bathing in her misery and the almost foolhardy hope that maybe her heart’s longing wasn’t yet out of reach. “So she just… thought I was being serious?”

“Yeah. Like, a hundred percent,” Sugarcoat said. “You’re basically gonna have to spell it out for her or she won’t get it. Like, all intelligence- no charisma.”

“But she’s so sweet. There’s not a mean bone in her whole body,” Fleur said dejectedly. “You’re sure she wasn’t just trying to be nice and avoid it?”

“I mean, it’s possible. But I really doubt it. She just won’t have noticed.” Sugarcoat continued to gawk at her friend, mystified that this conversation was even occurring at all- and the subject matter! Fleur could have anyone she wanted, married or single or whatever, and she’d somehow decided to lust for an oblivious nerd. If it hadn’t been for the length of time Twilight had spent in Fleur’s mind, she would’ve figured it was just a phase. “You’re just gonna… have to try again. And be totally straightforward.”

“Well, then,” Fleur said, her doubts and despair cast aside in favor of this new potential outcome. “I don’t mind that at all. Heaven knows I know how to get someone’s attention.”

“Uh- one last thing,” Indigo added, knowing full well her friend’s flair for the excessive. “Maybe a little restraint? No throwing her on the bed, stuff like that? Take it a bit slow.”

She knew it was likely good advice, and a good counter to her desire for a torrid, sexual romanticism. But that only meant it was also exactly what she didn’t want to hear. “Spoilsport,” Fleur said in a huff, “just take all the fun out of it, why don’t you?”

Despite her initial worries, the plan began with a smoothness that was almost suspicious. Their study session together hadn’t been entirely unfruitful, Fleur coming away with Twilight’s number even if it was given for academic questions rather than anything steamy. But still- a quick query if she could swing by Twilight’s dorm room regarding a question over class that was swiftly accepted and that was that; she now possessed the excuse she needed.

But what to wear? It wasn’t as if she didn’t have plenty of options, although showing up dressed in a thick coat and lingerie underneath did have its appeal; sorting through her wardrobe for a longer time than Indigo could have imagined, Fleur eventually settled on something both fashionable and sensuous, despite her roommate’s objections that such an item was still too much. But why should it be? Fleur loved the look, and she wanted to wow Twilight- at least a little. As she adorned herself in the form-fitting fabric, the beautiful woman couldn’t help but grin in delight; the solitary strap across her shoulder that allowed her form to be just properly exposed, the open back for a little added sensuality, and the slit on the full skirt that fell down at her heels, all an emerald green that so perfectly clashed with her skin and made her whole body shine.

“She’ll love it!” Fleur squeed.

“And- holy jeez, you look hot!” Lemon Zest was the solitary member of their quartet still remaining at home that evening, now left stunned by the sudden and brilliant reminder of her friend’s capability for extreme beauty. “Uh, I- wait, that’s what you’re wearing to Twilight’s place?”

“It fits the occasion, or at least it will before the night’s done,” Fleur said smoothly. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re gonna get gawked at wherever you walk,” Lemon Zest answered bluntly. “Where on earth are you planning to even go?”

“That’s a secret. And a surprise for Twilight,” Fleur said, taking a moment to adjust herself in the bathroom mirror. “Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“What, not even a hint?”

“Not this time,” was the answer. “Have a good night, Zesty! Don’t stay up all night playing video games, alright?”

“Like you’ve got the right to tell me what to do with my private time!”

Fleur was grateful for the speedy arrival of her ride, the coolness of fall beginning to descend on her collegiate dwellings in force. The driver was a rather friendly soul as well, eager to chat and –astoundingly- even willing to wait for Fleur to return with her awaiting companion, an extra $50 given in gratitude for his patience. She could hardly believe her luck at how things were going, and the night had only just started!

Fleur’s short walk through the dormitory halls was an illuminating one; the place seemed cleaner, quieter, and even more sophisticated than the one in which she now dwelled, an air of tranquil calm that seemed to so fiercely clash with the common college experience. Fleur knew her parents had paid a rather expensive fee for her residence hall, and that was being shared with three other girls; what sort of money was Twilight paying to live in a place this nice? I guess I might ask.

She found Twilight’s abode nestled in the back corner, well away from any entryways that could offer excess noise. Anyone who was back here was burdened by purpose, and Fleur was certainly weighted down with that. She couldn’t help but be nervous- that was fine, right? Who wasn’t nervous when they were trying to get their dreamgirl out on a date with them, and also maybe under her sheets for added measure? She just wanted Twilight to really, really like- well, her. Had anyone really ever?

The sound of a lock sliding back and Twilight appeared at the door, her features aglow in welcome and a peaceful beauty. “Fleur, hello! It’s good- oh wow, you look amazing!” Twilight cast the door open and stared at her guest wide-eyed, apparently left awed by the sight that now stood before her. “Jeez, I feel underdressed! Here I am just in shorts and a hoodie, look at you!”

The overlarge hoodie paired well with Twilight’s legwear, the entire ensemble positively cute to behold; Fleur couldn’t help but envy the level of comfort the lovely girl had achieved with something so simple. “You definitely look comfortable. I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry! I was just about to settle in and read for a bit,” Twilight said, gesturing to the cup of tea that sat atop a thick book of intimidating proportions. “Honestly, I think you probably came at a perfect time. Right before I could sit down!”

So she wasn’t yet encumbered by any activity of leisure just yet! The scent of blood was in the water, and the flawless beauty was swiftly transforming into a hungering predator. The odds of her goal being achieved was steadily rising, as though lady luck had descended from on high and blessed her evening’s endeavors. “You don’t have anything planned for the evening? Twilight, it’s Friday!”

“Oh, I know,” the cheerful girl said with a shrug. “I’m not a big social butterfly, and my scholarship got me a room to myself. So, you know- kinda like to be a shut-in after a long week.”

“What a crime, keeping yourself locked away from everyone,” Fleur said in a scandalized gasp. “The whole world doesn’t know they’re missing out. I think we need to change that!”

“It’s alright, really. I don’t mind too much.” Twilight seemed to mean it, perfectly at ease in her solitude. “I keep up with my friends from CHS, and I help people out throughout the week with things. I know a lot of people go out on weekends, but… well, it’s a bit loud for my tastes. I like something a little more relaxed.”

“What a coincidence, so do I!” Fleur said delightedly, grasping her companion by the hand and holding tight to keep her ensnared. “All that noise and drunken silliness can be a bit gaudy, don’t you think? I was actually on my way to a lovely little bistro when I stopped by- oh, Twilight! You should come with me!”

“Wait, what? Fleur!” Twilight’s comfortable appearance promptly became nerve-wracked, the prospect of a new experience an intimidating thought. “I mean, look at how you’re dressed, I don’t- aren’t you going somewhere really fancy?”

“Oh, don’t you try and tell me that you wouldn’t fit in,” Fleur admonished, already walking over to the nearby closet doors and throwing them open. “Now, I know just the sort of styles that will be perfect for the evening, so let me just… aha! Now this would be lovely!”

Indeed it was, even to the touch; a classically designed cocktail gown, sleeveless and prepared to give its wearer a graceful appearance akin to the women of yesteryear. Lacking sleeves, and a slight V-neck gave it just the right amount of modernity while still retaining its tasteful design. It was a beautiful outfit all on its own, and the idea that it would soon adorn Twilight so perfectly was a salivating thought. She couldn’t possibly let the opportunity slide! “Twilight, I’m sure this would be perfect on you. Wherever did you get it?”

“Huh? Oh, my Mom. It was a gift for graduation day, back in high school,” Twilight answered. “I… never really have much of a reason to wear it.”

“Well you certainly do tonight,” Fleur assured her. “I’d be delighted to see you in it- and our ride’s waiting for us outside! Come on, we’ll have a splendid time!”

Twilight regarded the dress that now hung from her hands with uncertainty, an expression soon shared with her eager companion. “Are… are you sure you want me to go with you?” she asked at last.

“I wouldn’t wish for anyone else,” Fleur replied delightedly, her hands diving into the depths of her purse and extracting her own personal makeup kit. “Get dressed, and quickly as you can! You’ll be the talk of the town before night’s end!”

The welcoming warmth of the evening lights across the bistro floor gave the small wine bar a feeling of incredible comfort and sophistication; a light, barely audible string of notes echoed from speakers hidden from sight and gently caressed the ears that heard it. Darkened colors of the brick muted the soft orange bulbs that hung overhead, while the black marble of the nearby bar reflected the dimness in perfect harmony onto black wood that consumed it all entirely. The people that surrounded them were held close about small tables that only just gave room for all the glasses and miniature plates that were there to tempt their palate, only further adding to the cozy atmosphere and beckoning for those within to enjoy its quiet solitude from the rest of the world.

Nestled far to the back of the building, beside a towering cabinet of wines that awaited their selection from eager guests, sat a young pair of women about a high-seating table, one letting her eyes look about the place in which she now dwelled while the other had eyes only for the girl with whom she sat.

Fleur gazed at Twilight with no small amount of lavishness, amazed that this pretty thing she adored had somehow become all the more lovely. The warm lights that hung about them so perfectly contrasted against her dark colors, both dress and hair adorning her so magnificently and giving Twilight the appearance of being basked in starlight, an endless ocean that bore faint pinpricks of lights. How had she managed to find someone so pretty?

“How… how am I going to afford this?” Twilight mused, looking as though she were in a daze. “This looks so expensive, oh my gosh.”

“Nonsense! You’ll needn’t pay a thing,” Fleur said, waving away the very thought. “I’ll be glad to treat you, don’t you worry.”

Twilight’s wandering eyes snapped back to her companion. “But- Fleur, you can’t!”

“Can- and will,” she said sleekly. “Please, Twilight. It’d be my pleasure.”

The classically dressed woman across from her seemed to struggle with the offer, unable or unwilling to accept the outpouring of generosity. “I… OK,” she said meekly. “You are really rich, aren’t you?”

Fleur shrugged. “My family has been very lucky, that’s all.” They were actually quite rich, but she hardly felt like that mattered. What was the point of keeping that money to yourself? “Have you ever been to a wine bar before?”

“N-no, I haven’t,” Twilight said. “I like to have some on the weekends every now and then, but… you know, college student budget. The scholarship only pays for school.”

“Well, do you trust me?” Twilight’s nod set Fleur to glowing. “Wonderful. I’ll order for both of us.”

Twilight’s smile remained uncertain, but now possessed a flicker of excitement in anticipation of a new experience, the sight of it a delight to the spirit of her beautiful companion. A small movement beyond and the sight of a dutiful server heading their direction was the cue to make a swift selection.

Something romantic, Fleur promptly decided. Make yourself obvious. “Hi,” she greeted the pleasant-faced man who came beside their table. “We’re actually ready if you are.”

“Glad to hear it. What’s on your mind?” he replied.

Fleur stole a look over at Twilight and winked. “Two glasses of the Valmoissine, if you please- and two charcuterie boards as well. The pâté, proscuitto, and… manchego.”

“Excellent choice, be back in just a moment with the wine.” Their server left them behind in a flash, a smugly smiling Fleur and an impressed Twilight in his wake.

“You knew that almost instantly,” Twilight remarked. “You must know this sort of stuff really well.”

“My mother is a socialite. She made sure to teach me everything I’d need to know about people and formal settings,” Fleur explained. “What to eat, to drink, anything you could think of. I’d like to see it put to use someday.”

“How so?”

“Politics, I hope,” Fleur answered. “Not a senator or mayor, but perhaps an ambassador. Something that would help people talk to one another.”

Twilight regarded her companion. “That… would actually really suit you,” she said. “I bet you’d be great at it.”

It was the first compliment Twilight had given her, and she held to it like a child clutching their favorite toy. “Oh? How so?”

“Well because you’re so beautiful, people just want to agree with you!” Twilight’s eyes immediately flashed wide and her face began to flush red. “I’m sorry, that sounded really bad. I didn’t mean like you were manipulative or anything.”

Fleur hadn’t even considered that to be an option, more focused on Twilight considering her beautiful than any other sort of foolishness. Two compliments in a row? Maybe there was reason to hope after all. “Oh, do you really think I’m pretty, Twilight?” she asked softly.

Twilight stared at her as though she were mad. “You might be the most beautiful person on earth!” she said. “Of course I think you’re pretty, Fleur.”

Heaven. Absolute heaven, and it had come down to rest upon her heart so fiercely that she could hear the angels singing. “Thank you so much. You’re so sweet,” Fleur breathed, positively beaming. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

Twilight gave a small laugh at the passionate remark. “You’re welcome. After all, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

And an immediate thud somewhere down to the depths. “Beg pardon?”

“Well, I mean, I hope we are,” Twilight added. “I know we didn’t talk much in high school, but it’s been nice to be with you here. I think I missed out.”

Fleur was a creature of subtlety, a lady of standing who had been impressed to not speak openly of personal matters. In the matter of an instant, all of her years of social education was immediately flung out the window like a sack of garbage. “Twilight, are you actually serious?”

The brilliant girl paused, fearful. “Did- do you not want to be friends?”

“I was hoping more for girlfriends. Romantically, I mean,” Fleur said, pausing in her efforts as their glasses were set before them. “I’d like this to be our first date.”

Twilight could do little more than gawk, stunned into silence by the brash proclamation of her companion’s romantic advances. As the depth of the message began to sink in her face flushed a deep crimson, the smile on her face wide and embarrassed. “Umm… wow… Fleur, you’re not- do you really like me that way?”

“Deeply. Ravenously. I adore you, Twilight,” Fleur replied, sending her already-sheepish companion into further depths. “I have spent every day since the semester started trying to figure out how to tell you, if you must know.”

“Wow,” Twilight said again, staring at Fleur with stars in her eyes. “I mean- wow. But, well… why me?”

“For starters?” Fleur asked, a sip of wine to help spur her tongue. “You are the nicest person I have ever met; I can hardly imagine you being mean. Secondly, I admire your mind, for I think you’re also the most intelligent person I’ve ever known. And you possess such a classic sort of prettiness, like an actress from yesteryear. How could I hope to resist you?”

Twilight had managed to descend to shades of red darker than even her wine could match, the praise heaped upon her unlike anything she’d ever heard. “Oh my gosh… umm, thank you. I just- I never knew you thought of me like that.”

“I could hardly resist telling you, anyway,” Fleur remarked. “I was starting to worry I’d never even get the chance.” Those lovely eyes looked over the rim of her glasses, mere slits that still fully betrayed all the longing she held for the woman opposite her. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Twilight still stewed in her shock, little more than a flustered mess in a lovely dress as she struggled to comprehend the idea that this beautiful creature before her held a romantic flame for her. “Mind- mind?” she spluttered. “What, no- no, I don’t mind. I really like it.”

“You do?” Fleur went breathless, her heart swelling as she was given answer in the form of Twilight’s sheepish nod. “Oh, wonderful! A toast, then; to our lovely evening together!”

The rest of the evening couldn’t have gone better even if she had made a personal plea before the thrones of heaven. Their worlds so separate became intertwined, Fleur’s familiarity with finery allowing her to gently lead her heart’s desire through the evening with grace. She thoroughly enjoyed every moment, reveling in the pleasure Twilight took in each new novelty that came before her; a wondrous contrast to the admiration she held for the lovely woman’s obvious brilliance, fascinated by her ability to expound on numerous subjects with ease. That unbound enthusiasm she so easily displayed, occasionally putting Twilight through a sense of embarrassment, was something she enjoyed seeing. It was comforting to watch: no feigned interest in her companion’s words, no subduing of her own fervor, no liking things simply because one was supposed to. To be with Twilight was as refreshing as the spring rain.

Like all good things, the evening was forced to come to an end, the two women slightly set abuzz by their evening’s enjoyment, Twilight far more mellowed than her beautiful counterpart. A quick ride up the road and they’d soon arrived back at Twilight’s residence hall, Fleur departing from the vehicle to see her new beau safely back- and perhaps gain a little privacy just in case.

“That was fun. Thanks for inviting me,” Twilight said as they slowly made their way down the hall towards her solitary abode. “I haven’t done anything like that in a while.”

“Like what?”

“Like… well, a date,” came the shamefaced confession. “It was nice, though. And I got to spend it with you, so that’s nice, too.”

“I hope it’s not our only one together,” Fleur said. “After all, I enjoyed being with you tonight. I’d hate for it to be just a one-off.”

I- I guess we could.” Twilight fell against her door and tried to conceal her stream of surprised, somewhat inebriated giggles. “I just still- you really like me, that is so weird.”

“You think I’m weird, Twilight?” Fleur teased, taking a stance before her companion and keeping her pinned to the door. “Why, that rather hurts.”

Twilight laughed and immediately went from amusement to horror. “No, of course not! I'm just shocked that you like me of all people.”

“Oh, I definitely do. And just in case- if you think I’m joking…” Fleur’s silken words fell to the wayside as her arm was pinned to Twilight’s side, the slit on her dress thrown wide as she leaned in and pressed her beautiful, flawless form against that of her partner, the magnificent breasts she bore summoning all of the intelligent woman's attentions for a mere heartbeat. As the young woman’s eyes went wide so Fleur’s sealed gently closed, her lips brought to Twilight’s in a deep, unmistakable, most definitely passionate kiss. She’d waited too long for this moment, waiting and dreaming for the feel of Twilight against her; the residual hint of wine on her lips, the subtle taste of her lip gloss that still remained, the gentle pressure that she possessed… her eyes opened just a tinge to see the object of her desire melt and swoon at this blissful, wondrously romantic union- the wondrous beauty couldn’t resist returning for one more, another, and then one last taste of Twilight’s lips before at last relenting. “Ooh, that was sexy.”

Twilight was left breathless, in a daze by the hunger that had been within their kiss, little more than a melted fluster of emotions that couldn’t even summon strength to speak. Smile, perhaps, but even that only just.

“See you Sunday for brunch?” Fleur suggested. “Sleep well, Twilight. I’ll be dreaming about you.”

Her smile was all aglow with the rapturous mix of mischievous delight and sultry desire at last given room to breathe as she waved goodbye and strode away, the memory given strength in permanence when she heard the awestruck, delirious wheeze of Twilight’s voice:

“Wow.”