Soft Comfort

The next few seconds were a blur. First Pinkie was standing in the corridor, then Twilight had her arms around Pinkie’s shoulders and Pinkie’s head against her chest, then they were on the couch together and Pinkie’s nose was running all over Twilight’s shirt sleeves and she didn’t care about it at all.

“I’m so sorry.” Twilight whispered. She didn’t know why she was whispering. It just felt like if she raised her voice it might be loud enough to break the very fragile thing she was holding together.

Pinkie sniffled again, lifted her head from Twilight only enough to rub her nose with the back of her arm. “Were you really going to eat his face?”

Twilight winced. “I have no idea why I said that.” That got a laugh, and Twilight’s blood pressure dropped ten points because of it. “How are you feeling?”

Pinkie took a while to answer. “Was he right? About me?” Pinkie sniffed. “Am I really like that?”

“You wanted to give more than he was willing to get, because he was an asshole. They’re everything I-” Twilight was going to say ‘appreciate’, but she said the word she really meant this time, “love about you. That you always want to spend time with people, that you care so much about everything, that you’re so affectionate. I like all the hugs, and the time you spend with me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Pinkie rubbed her eyes, and just ended up rubbing mascara all down the side of her nose. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Anything.” Twilight jumped up immediately, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, I mean…” Pinkie didn’t sniffle. She gave that weak, sorry smile that made her look like she was trying to apologize for something. What betrayed her was the wobble in her chin that carried to her voice. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Twilight took a deep, shuddering breath. “Pinkie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

Twilight felt the urge bubble up inside her again like steam pressure, the need to deny her desire for Pinkie’s comfort. Especially when Pinkie needed it so badly. But then she thought about spending a night curled up to Pinkie, cuddled tight against her, and having to pretend it didn’t mean anything to her.

It hurt to imagine in the second that she thought it, let alone the long hours of experiencing it, and having to deny herself in every moment.

“Because you’re hurt, and you want comfort, and I want to be that for you too…” Twilight gulped. Her throat was so dry it hurt to swallow. “Too much.”

At first. Pinkie didn’t say anything. Then she squeezed Twilight’s hand like a child holds a helium balloon they’re terrified they will never see again if they let it go. “That’s why I want it to be you.”

Twilight’s collar was hot and damp and sticking to the skin of her neck where Pinkie’s face was pressed tight against it. But nothing in the world could have made her push her away right now. “Put your arms around my shoulders for a second, okay?”

Twilight really hoped she was strong enough to do this. She put one arm against Pinkie’s back, and scooped the other behind Pinkie’s knees, picking her up. She was lucky Pinkie wasn’t heavier than she looked.

Pinkie scrunched a fistful of Twilight’s shirt against her face, and giggled. Only a small one. But it was enough motivation for Twilight to make it back to her bed, and throw Pinkie onto it. She was rewarded with a delighted squeal as Pinkie went airborne, and a peal of laughter as she bounced to a stop.

That left Twilight standing next to the bed, looking down at Pinkie, who was already slipping her way under the blankets. Pinkie looked up, confused, as to why Twilight hadn’t joined her yet - and Twilight realized Pinkie couldn’t think of a single reason Twilight should hesitate.

She shrugged her damp shirt off, and slid next to Pinkie in her jeans, sliding one arm underneath Pinkie’s head and assuming the role of big spoon. Preparing for a long night of cuddling.

That would have been enough.

Instead, Pinkie rolled over to face her, pressing her forehead against Twilight’s as she wriggled under the blankets. Pinkie’s singlet top appeared out from under the covers, just before it was tossed to the side of the bed. Some more wriggling, and her pants went as well. Then, her bra.

Then Pinkie pressed herself tight against Twilight’s chest, bringing one knee up over Twilight’s stomach. There was a pause.

“Twilight, are you still wearing jeans?”

“... yes?”

“To bed.” Pinkie managed to make a giggle that was outraged. Scandalized.

Twilight shifted. “Well, I mean…” She paused. “Could you?”

“Could I what?” Pinkie blinked. Her eyes were already so much drier than they had been, even if her voice was still weak from crying.

“Take them off for me.” Twilight’s eyes screwed shut without her knowing why she did it. “So I know it’s okay.”

Pinkie threw the blanket off them for a moment. One hand was enough for Pinkie to unbutton Twi’s jeans, unzip them. One thumb under the waistband was enough to slip them, leaving the other arm free to stay wrapped around Twilight’s shoulders.

But then Pinkie planted a kiss on Twilight’s neck. And that hand that had been around Twi’s shoulders had just undone Twi’s bra strap, which went sailing off the bed a second later. And two kisses on Twilight’s hip were enough to distract her from the fact that the hands went past her waistband, peeled her underwear down with the same deft movement.

Pinkie stopped. “Is this okay for you?”

Twilight did a wriggle-squirm to get her clothes the rest of the way off, kicked them off the end of the bed. “Yes.” She managed to say, despite the fact that the breath came out like a tremor.

“Good.” Pinkie sighed contentedly, shifting her way back up the bed until she was tucked against Twi’s shoulder again. She rubbed her head against it and hugged Twi tight around her waist, pulling her close. “Thank you.”

One of Pinkie’s legs snaked along Twilight’s own, moving occasionally to find new ways to feel more skin to press against. The other was wrapped around Twilight’s far hip, pulling her closer. Pinkie sighed happily again.

And again, Twilight felt she should be happy with this - it was already so much more than she could have asked. But that made her need to know, more than anything else; how much more could they have, if she were brave enough to ask?

Twilight cupped her hand under Pinkie’s chin, lifted it. The touch was light as a feather, and Pinkie offered less than no resistance, lifting her head along the guide of the touch until they were both looking into each other’s eyes, just inches apart.

She closed her eyes and leaned in for the kiss. In a moment she was terrified this, finally, was the step too far, the line that shouldn’t be crossed. Her eyes flickered open, just to see Pinkie’s own eyes closed, her head tilted just-so.

And then Pinkie’s hands were around the back of Twilight’s head and she was pulled in the rest of the way. The kiss was gentle, far more gentle than Twilight had been ready for. Their lips barely opened, barely parted. Over too soon because both of them had long forgotten to breathe even before their lips had touched.

When Twilight opened her eyes again, all she could see was Pinkie’s smile, just as gentle as the kiss.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Pinkie asked, and Twilight nodded - barely a nod. Pinkie kissed her cheek again. “Good. That’s what I wanted too.”

Pinkie let out a wonderful squeak when Twilight flipped her onto her back, Twilight holding herself in a push-up position directly over her. Smiled down at Pinkie from directly above, her bangs cascading down her face and falling into Pinkie’s curls.

“Hello.” Twilight breathed.

“Hi.” Pinkie smiled back. There was the ghost of tears in her eyes again, and Pinkie sniffled. Before Twilight could flinch away, Pinkie had a hand against the small of Twilight’s back, another touching the back of Twilight’s neck. Not holding her there, just… letting Twilight know that she was exactly where she was wanted. “Good crying. Just… everything feels so much right now. Sorry.”

“Why sorry?” Twilight spotted her target. Those wonderful, pronounced collarbones that sloped from Pinkie’s shoulder to her chest, that rose and fell with each breath Pinkie took under Twilight’s weight. She shifted her weight to one side, freeing one hand to trace the line of it with her fingertips.

Twilight pressed her fingernail against the inside edge of the bone, where it pulled away from the chest, and felt Pinkie shiver as she ran that slight-sharpness of her fingernail from Pinkie’s chest all the way out to her shoulder.

Pinkie tilted her head instinctively up and away, biting her bottom lip and trying to keep a moan down. But Twilight wanted to hear it from her too badly. A sucking kiss, hard enough to leave a bruise, was enough to draw the suppressed moan all the way out, made it linger.

Along the faint red line she’d left with her fingertip, she peppered kisses back down the opposite direction, from the shoulder back to the bruise she’d place on Pinkie’s neck. Pinkie giggled again. “Sorry our first time is just you taking care of me.”

That lingering fear in the back of Twilight’s mind - that these boundaries could only be pushed tonight - surged electric to the front of her brain, and then snuffed out by the significance of first. “I’m trying not to feel selfish about how much I wanted this. It helps.”

Pinkie’s fingers brushed Twi’s cheek, distracting her from her kisses, making her look up as Pinkie began to run her fingers through Twilight’s hair, down her scalp, fingertips stroking that spot behind Twilight’s ear where that splitting headache had been. Twilight felt her eyes unfocus as she was relaxed, felt lingering adrenaline evaporate out of her wherever Pinkie’s fingertips touched. Made her feel lighter than she had been just a minute ago.

“I want to be selfless too.” Pinkie whispered, then drew Twilight in for what started as that same gentle kiss. But second by second it got more urgent, hungrier. Pinkie drew back slightly to open her mouth just a little wider, encouraging Twilight to match her. Then a little wider again. There was a rising urgency to it. Sloppier, less thoughtful. More desperate to just be pressed together.

Twilight felt a fingertip that wasn’t her own slide between her legs, touch her feather-light, but it was still enough she saw sparks, jumped like she’d been shocked. Pinkie sat up immediately, clutching the blanket up over her breast.

“Was that- Was that not okay?”

Twilight heaved a ragged laugh, trying to get her breath back. “Just didn’t expect it. Wasn’t ready for it.”

“But… you want to, right? I’m not-”

Kneeling on the bed, Pinkie’s head only came as far as Twilight’s chest. Twilight spread her knees a bit more and took one of Pinkie’s hands in two of her own in answer. Pinkie watched, mesmerized, as Twilight guided that hand down her chest, gave a shudder as she guided it around the curve of her stomach, and finally again, this time when she was ready for it.

This time Twilight’s eyes shut tight. Too much stimulation, she had to close her eyes to allow her brain the space to process the overwhelming sense of touch.

Pinkie drew her hand away, still staring in fascination. Even from that light touch, pressing the tips of her fingers together joined them with thin, sticky stands that stretched surprisingly far. “Wow. Because of me...?”

Again, for once in her life, Twilight felt actions would have to speak louder than words. Speech had shut down to make room for touch and smell and taste. Twilight took that hand in her own again, and took Pinkie’s fingers into her mouth, holding Pinkie’s gaze as much as she could - she could barely keep her eyes open - and sucking them down to the knuckle, licking her clean.

Pinkie swallowed hard enough you could see all the muscles in her neck tense from the effort. Twilight reached out with one hand and traced the tensing lines of Pinkie’s neck with her fingertips, following down to her breasts, her-

“Wait.” Pinkie caught Twi’s wrist and laughed, “You’re not being fair!”

“Fair?” Twilight held both Pinkie’s hands in hers, locked them against Pinkie’s chest and loomed over her. Pinkie squealed and tried to pull her hands away, but Twilight wouldn’t let go. “This is my revenge, I don’t need to be fair.”

“Revenge?” Pinkie played the part of the damsel perfectly, with shimmering eyes and a quivering lip, and a sense she was about to break down into another fit of giggles at any second. “For what??”

“For all the time I had the biggest crush on you, and you just… Made breakfast wearing only an apron! ‘Forgot’ to wear a towel coming out of the shower! Just being all hot and sexy and naked all up in my business-”

Pinkie ‘tried’ to pull her hands away from Twilight, made a show of it. “You did not just say that!”

“Hot and sexy and naked all up in my business,” Twilight repeated. The wriggling gave her the momentum she needed to take both of Pinkie’s wrists and push them above her head, crossed against the headboard. She straddled Pinkie’s waist as she did, enjoyed the view of Pinkie staring up at her.

Pinkie stopped pretending to struggle. She was just biting her bottom lip now, but there was a wicked mischief in her eye, even pinned like this. “You know you’re an idiot, right?”

“Oh?” Twilight raised an eyebrow.

“What if I liked you, but thought you weren’t interested because you were just all… chill about it!”

“I was not chill! When have I ever been ‘chill’?” Twilight shot back, pressing her forehead to Pinkie’s. Both pretending to be mad at each other to cover that they were mad at themselves. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable!”

“Well!” Pinkie pouted, “Maybe I wanted to make you uncomfortable!” She screwed her eyes shut and tried to turn her face away as much as Twilight’s pin would let her. “Maybe just a little?”

Twilight mock gasped, exaggerated it to a cartoonish degree to cover for the real shock she was feeling. “Pinkie, were you trying to seduce me?”

“Not always! I was just really comfy a lot of the time but…” Pinkie only dared open one eye, and gosh how pink her face was right now. “Not… none of the time.”

Twilight owed Sunset Shimmer an apology.

“Well, now that we know we both want this,” Twilight had to put a lot of work in to make sure she didn’t sound disappointed, “We don’t have to do this now. We can wait. I mean, I know you just…”

Pinkie twisted her face away as much as she was able. Somehow went even pinker. “Actually, he wasn’t really all that… I was kind of… he just kind of left me worked up.”

Twilight blinked. And, because she was exceptionally clever, she made a connection. “Pinkie!” She kissed Pinkie’s cheek, to encourage her to stop hiding her face so much. It didn’t work. “Are you telling me that you were pretending to sleep so you could… finish what you’d started?”

Pinkie squeaked. Got it in one.

“I’d love to help.” Twilight whispered into Pinkie’s ear, nibbling her earlobe while she had the chance. Pinkie shuddered, then pouted.

“This is what I meant by you being unfair!” Pinkie groaned. “I finally get you to notice me, and now you’re being so nice, and making it all about me!”

“Yes,” Twilight nibbled her earlobe again, giggling. “And?”

“I want to make you feel good, too!” Pinkie protested.

Twilight considered that. Hummed in thought. “Nah.”

Pinkie thumped her head against the pillow. It was all she could do, with Twilight pinning her how she was. “Nah?!”

“Maybe later.” Twilight amended. “I’ve decided I’m going to be selfish, and hog all the selflessness to myself for a bit.”

“No!” Pinkie giggle-squeaked again, trying to unbind her hands. “I want to spoil you!”

Twilight sat up again, keeping Pinkie’s waist pinned. She needed a better angle to slip a hand between Pinkie’s legs, enjoyed the sharp gasp she got even from just the light touch. She began to trace Pinkie’s lips, watching Pinkie get indignant. “What are you going to do about it?”

Pinkie closed her eyes and sighed happily. “This is nice.”

Content with her victory, Twilight finally let Pinkie’s hands go. They stayed crossed against the headboard for a moment - a reluctance Twilight noted for later - before finding their way to Twilight’s hips, sliding across her stomach.

“You’re really pretty.” Pinkie whispered, low enough that Twilight almost didn’t hear it. The fact that it was just something Pinkie was saying for her own benefit - like she was just appreciating what she had - made Twilight’s heart beat faster.

Twilight rewarded her for it by slipping two fingers inside. Pinkie melted at the intense new touch, responded in turn by moving her hands up to cup Twilight’s breasts above her. Twilight was surprised by just how sensitive they were, how different it felt when it was someone else’s hands.

“Hold on.” Twilight took a breath. “As much as it’s really fun riding you like this… do you admit defeat? Can I change position without you trying to mutiny?”

Pinkie nodded. “I’ll be good.”

“You better.” Twilight warned, moving off of Pinkie and lying beside her. Pinkie giggled again when Twilight flipped her again, snuggling into Pinkie’s back and assuming the role of big spoon again. This time though while she kept Pinkie’s head resting on one arm, her other hand had a much better angle to slide over Pinkie’s hips, and back between her legs. She pressed the heel of her palm just above Pinkie’s clit, kept pressure there, was rewarded for it with a deep and throaty purr.

“Better?”

Pinkie’s answer was just noises of happiness, and a shift to snuggle even deeper into Twilight. She kept her strokes slow and languid. She wasn’t in any rush.

“I love you, by the way.” Twilight whispered in Pinkie’s ear. Pinkie twisted her head as much as she could to look back.

“Don’t make me start crying again.” Pinkie choked. “I love you too. I love you so much.”

Twilight changed tact, choosing to circle Pinkie’s clit instead, using her index finger to expose it from its hood, and her middle finger to trace circles around its edge, careful not to brush directly over it. Not yet.

“Not just because you are so good at that.” Pinkie added, gasping. “I love you more now, though.”

They kissed over Pinkie’s shoulder. This wasn’t hungry, like before, but comfortable. Three times they kissed, slow, barely opening their mouths. But it was perfect.

Then Pinkie’s breaths started getting shorter. She was rocking her hips into Twilight’s hands now, eyes closed like she was concentrating. Twilight switched to working the clit with her thumb as she pressed both fingers inside again, stroked like she was making a ‘come here’ gesture. Pinkie squeaked the loudest she had so far.

Pinkie grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest as tight as she could, smushing her face into the top of it. “You’re close huh?” Twilight teased, and Pinkie nodded into her pillow. “Take your time. I’ve been thinking about this for so long, I’m in no rush for it to end. So you take as long as you need-”

That was all Pinkie needed. Her muscles seized and Twilight felt her fingers get crushed against Pinkie’s pelvis, too tight to pull them out. She eased up with her thumb, but didn’t stop, trying to draw the orgasm out for as long as she could. Pinkie’s twitching pushed her tighter into Twilight's cuddle, though.

After a few seconds Pinkie broke out in a peel manic laughter. Her curls were thick with sweat, now, and every few seconds she made a gulping sound as her laughter was broken by another twitch, another spasm. “T-that was r-r-reaally, guh, good.” She managed, on her third try.

“To think, you didn’t want to let me spoil you first.” Twilight teased. “That was nice.”

Pinkie nodded, nuzzled back into her. “Thank you.”

A pause. Eventually Pinkie rolled over in Twilight’s arms, faced her with watery eyes. She had been crying again, a little. Or maybe it was just the… exertion that did it.

“You thought about this for ages, huh?”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to blush. “Maybe.”

Pinkie giggled. “Did you ever…?”

“No! Never.” Twilight assured her, and Pinkie looked extremely disappointed.

“Aww. ‘Cause, you know.” Those shimmering eyes sparkled. “I did. A few times.”

Twilight blinked. “Wait. Really?”

“Oh yeah. I even got a little purple vibrator in my room. I’ll have to introduce you two.” Pinkie kissed Twilight’s cheek.

Twilight paused. “Well. Am I allowed to now?”

Pinkie stared at her. Thought about it. “Hmm. No.”

Twilight whapped her over the head with the pillow a few times, and Pinkie flailed valiantly against it. “No?? No?! Why not?”

“Because! If you’re thinking about me, I want you to tell me.” Pinkie giggled. “That sounds much more fun.”

Twilight put the pillow down. Flushed. “Oh.”

“Actually, I changed my mind,” Pinkie peppered her cheeks with kisses again. “Do it whenever you want, just tell me after. So I know.”

“Okay.” Twilight closed her eyes. “I can… I’d like that.”

“Good!” One last kiss. “Twilight?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re girlfriends now, right?” Pinkie sounded nervous. As if there was still a chance Twilight could possibly say no.

“I mean,” Twilight laughed at how ridiculous that was, “I’d like it if we were.”

“Good.” Pinkie nodded her head once with absolute seriousness. “I’d like that too.”

“Well. We agree then. We’re dating, and we both like that.”

Pinkie smiled, and yawned. Then looked horrified at herself for yawning. “No! You wore me out! That’s not fair! It was supposed to be my turn!”

Twilight kissed Pinkie’s forehead. “I win.”

“I’m-” Pinkie yawned again, pressing her head under Twilight’s chin and curling up in a ball against her, knees tucked up to her chest and curled into Twilight’s stomach, “I’ll get you for this. Promise-promise.”

“Take your time.” Twilight smiled. “Love you?”

“Love you…” and Pinkie was asleep, for real this time, before she could say the last word. Maybe it would have been ‘too’ but, knowing Pinkie, it was probably ‘more’.

Which was obviously impossible, because Twilight loved her the most.