Ask Me To Promise

Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bah-bum.

People say it goes more like bah-dum. It's never been that way for Sunset. She doesn't know if they're wrong, she's not hearing it right, or hearing it different.

She smiles, and rolls over in bed. It doesn't really matter. But she likes to think about strange things in quiet times.

Mornings with her are quiet times. It's not always the case, but she usually wakes up before she does.

It didn't used to be that way. Sunset used to have sleeping problems, consistently throughout her entire life. Even as a kid.

Insomnia worsened with age. It got particularly bad in her first three years at CHS. Better, once she fixed herself.

With Twilight, insomnia might as well not exist.

She's the closest thing to glue Sunset has ever gotten. She's comfortable with Sunset sharing and showing off the broken pieces of her, then helping her put them back in place. The cracks still show, and she gets new ones every week. But Twilight helps.

She always helps. Even when she doesn't. Because her being there is enough.

Stifling a yawn, Sunset shifts under the covers. Twilight lays on her back, ponytail still up, glasses to the side. Sunset considers nabbing them off the desk but decides not to.

She sweeps a leg over Twilight's, entangling yellow with purple. An arm follows suit, hugging the soft curve of her belly. It doesn't take much to scoot over, until their bodies press together.

Warm. Content. Peaceful. Twilight turns out the ever-present static in Sunset's head, and allows her to live.

Twilight wakes up. Slowly, but inevitably. She makes the cutest noises, squeaks and whines as she stretches in place, instinctually knowing Sunset holds her before she consciously realizes. Sunset knows by the way Twilight twists herself left, and wraps an arm around Sunset for a brief but meaningful half-hug.

"Hey you," she yawns.

Sunset reels her in. The big spoon makes itself small and clustered. "Hey."

"What time is it?"

Sunset asks her phone to answer. It buzzes somewhere on the bed, muffled under the sheets. She has to stop leaving it there at night.

"Late," she says.

"Again?"

Sunset buries her face in Twilight's neck. Nips. Kisses. Breathes and smells the bare skin.

"It's Saturday. The planner doesn't come until tomorrow."

"But-"

Sunset bites. Twilight gasps with a shudder, then melts. Lilac pool in Sunset's arms.

"Sunday, hon. We can worry about it on Sunday." She squeezes tight. "Now, lemme keep you for a lil' longer."

Twilight wiggles. "For you?"

She pivots, and they touch lips. "You can keep me forever."