Author's Notes:

This chapter is also sex.

Dawn gives way to the sunrays of morning. The two girls snore softly together. Alcohol and weed alike leaving their systems while inviting another sensation. Some manner of hangover. Twilight has never had one and Sunset, although far more experienced, will be feeling the after-effects of the long party sooner or later.

Twilight does not know how long she slept. She is not even sure what day it is. The slight throbbing in her head reminds her of the epic journey she experienced. Where it came from, where it went, what it meant. Well, what it ended up meaning. The delightfully obvious.
She manages a smile as she remains absolutely still in Sunset's arms. She watches specks of dust glitter in the light from the window and listens to the yellow girl's light snooze. The pleasant feelings outweigh any throb in her head. So far, she can ignore the fact that her body feels crushed and her mouth is fighting to regain some moisture.

Thoughts of last night's end dance over the shattered landscape of her mind. Sunset's soft lips and skilled fingers. Their hot bodies against each other. She shudders lightly and takes a ragged breath. Just thinking about it makes her cheeks flush and her nethers tingle. She sure would not mind to just melt into Sunset's gentle grip and caressing touches again. She wants to give Sunset the same treatment she received. At least, she wants to try. She wants to please her as she herself was pleased. Make Sunset whimper and moan, writhe and shake...
She closes her eyes and holds her breath as she lets her hand wander. First carefully against the side of Sunset's face, then down her neck and onto her back. She lets her questing fingers lay still for a moment, avoiding the notion to drum abesent-mindedly as she mulls things over in her head. She can not touch herself while Sunset is sleeping halfway on top of her, can she?

A tingle of adventurous naughtyness surges through her. What would be the issue, anyway? Sunset has had almost as much of her body as she has had herself. What she really wants is to touch Sunset but that would surely wake her.
Pondering comes easy, even through the light headache and haze of lust. Making decisions on the other hand, therein lies the real problem. Would she anger Sunset by waking her? Probably not. On the other hand, the insecurity of what exactly would follow if she broke this serene moment is what keeps her absolutely still. If she only had the desire to get up and get rid of the dry feeling in her mouth or scrounge around for some aspirin, surely she would have broken this magic moment already. She has not, the things other than physical maladies that occupies her mind are definitely winning the fight.

Could she not simply wake Sunset and inquire? Yes, of course. At the probable loss of the near complete silence and its lovely companion, Sunset's soft breathing.

The three-front war of questions without answers is forced into a cease-fire when Sunset shifts and murmurs something inaudible. She presses herself even tighter against Twilight and shifts around until she is comfortable. Twilight could laugh or at least giggle with utmost joy but hardly even breathes in fear of interrupting the current-won situation.

She gives all her attention away to the white ceiling once more. The edge of her vision glowing with red and yellow as the closer-to-midday light reflects off Sunset's glorious hair. It gives everything an extra intriguing sheen. The little specs of dust that float in the light look like ethereal glitter on some celestial wind. She finds her mind wandering to wonders she saw the evening before. An alien world in the trees, a sea of colours in the sky, the dark yet pleasant realm of the tribal princess...
What feels like an hour passes before Twilight dares make even the slightest of movements. She tryingly strokes her fingers against Sunset's back from where they rested and then lets them slip away onto her hip. The curve is inviting, a monument to femininity, something she has gotten a keener eye for lately. She rests her hand for a moment while feeling her heart jump in her chest. Would she...? Could she?
Her hand trembles as she lets it travel further. Tracing the curve until she caresses Sunset's thigh. She stops again. Hesitates. The angle is silly, this would never work. She bites her lip and hates herself for a moment for a variety of different reasons. She has to do it, to be more assertive, or something like that.
She shuffles a bit, careful, slow, attempting to position Sunset a bit better without waking her. Why? Surely she will wake with what comes next.
Twilight swallows hard and simply follows her initial plan, however stupid it seems. She remains as still as the dead, gathering courage. A long, rather painful moment of reassuring herself later, she makes her move.

Sneaking her fingers in under the hem of Sunset's panties, Twilight places her quaking fingers onto Sunset's private parts. She dares not even breathe. Sunset does not react at all. Twilight takes a shaky breath and revels in the feeling of Sunset's warm sex. Smooth and neat. She feels her heart gallop like a race-pony on steroids. She may not be very well versed in it but she knows how to touch to make it feel good. The fact that Sunset is still asleep makes her more confident rather than feeling flat-out creepy.

She rubs her fingers slowly and incredibly carefully in small circles over Sunset's labia. The soft flesh is heavenly against her fingers. Her mind has already started focusing, flooding with positive emotion and thought. Just like most other times they have been intimate, the rest of the world simply stops existing. Well, to Twilight anyhow. Sunset is in a strangely vivid, increasingly erotic dream. Each little rub from Twilight makes it more intense.

Twilight dares and dares more. As she feels Sunset getting wet, she wastes no time getting her fingers slick and spreading it outward. Sunset lets out a muffled, moan-like sound. Now with a focused and perhaps one-track mind, Twilight manages to keep herself from freezing up. In fact, she is encouraged by it. Giving Sunset's womanhood another good rubbing, she goes a bit harder this time, aided by natural lubricant and her own enthusiasm alike.

It does not take long before Sunset moans for real, out loud. Twilight may not be overly practiced with this sort of situation but she knows enough, it is not exactly a difficult science. Emboldened by the fact that she is doing well, Twilight lets one of her slender fingers enter Sunset. She goes as deep as she can, feeling around a bit in the soft, warm wetness. She has to bite her lip painfully hard not to moan herself. Her mind is racing, all of this is a total overload for her senses.

There is no chance Sunset is still asleep. Maybe she is faking it? Why would she? Then again, how would she herself react if someone started fingering her in her sleep?
The absurdity of the situation just makes it hotter. Like a silly sex-fantasy she never knew she had.
She pulls her finger out and searches for a short moment before finding and beginning a good rub-down of Sunset's clit. A shiver goes through the fire-maned girl's entire body and she gasps before letting out a long, sensual moan. Her eyes flutter open groggily and Twilight can feel her tense up, only to almost instantly relax again. She turns her head to look at Twilight through half-closed eyes. She does not say anything, her lips are locked in a cute little smile.

Twilight hesitates for a second, then she feels the movement of Sunset bucking her hips slightly. The purple girl instantly goes back to massaging the same spot she was working on. Sunset gives a long exhale, a very satisfied sound. She rests comfortably against Twilight and takes great delight in this uncommon wake-up call. She grasps Twilight's leg with one hand while cupping the other over her breast, then squeezes both. Twilight lets out a short, cut-off giggle and follows Sunset's idea. She grabs Sunset's other breast with her free hand while really going to town with her fingers against her sex. Sunset huffs, gasps and moans. She enjoys the treatment royally for some time, stretching and squirming in Twilight's grip. Twilight gropes, touches and rubs tirelessly but after some time, she is also panting, for more reasons than one. This is all extremely hot but no matter how pleasant it is, it is also very monotone.

Sunset catches on and lays her head back to first moan, then whisper in Twilight's ear.

"Wanna try... To... Lick?"

Her breathy whisper catches Twilight completely off-guard, even through her smouldering lust and pin-point focus, she freezes.
Lick? What would she lick?
While the thought settles, she already knows what Sunset meant. Thinking about it, her cheeks burn hot with a furious blush. Even getting the suggestion has her shrink back but the thought of tasting Sunset in a different kind of kiss has her mind spinning out of control. How could she ever? Has Sunset done this before? Does she dare? Was any of it an idea before?

Twilight jerks out of her deep, spiraling thoughts as Sunset reaches out to touch her. The yellow girl gently caresses her face and does her best to smile into her field of view.

"You don't have to..."

Twilight swallows hard and finally meets Sunset's eyes. First she shakes her head with a contemplative sourness dragging on her face. Then she gets a wild look in her eyes. She wants to do it. Timidness be damned.

"I want to try it."

Twilight's voice is so faint that she barely hears it herself. She moves her hands and arms to embrace Sunset and give her a snug hug.

"Just... Uh... How do I...?"

She hasn't exactly read any books on the subject. She will have to trust in Sunset's lead again. Something that feels just as soft and cozy as safe and right.
Sunset lets out a long humming sound and starts to shift in Twilight's grip before rolling over and facing her. She gives a devilish little grin before leaning in to kiss Twilight on the lips. Just a quick little peck, an answer without words. She then quickly starts working her way downwards. Kissing the side of Twilight's neck, nuzzling her face into her breasts for a moment before finally moving down to place another kiss in her bellybutton before looking up. Twilight has tracked her every movement and is staring breathlessly as Sunset positions herself between her legs.

Has Sunset done this before? Is she simply more daring? Twilight could definitely guess how this entire act would go from beginning to end. The issue would be convincing herself that she can do it. Summoning up more courage, as it were. Her head swims in obscurity as feelings, emotions, fear and anticipation pushes her hangover aside.

She almost chokes on air as Sunset leans in to tug at the hem of her panties with her teeth. The silly notion and motion are far more erotic than they should be. Twilight's heart feels like it just skipped a beat when Sunset hooks her fingers around the slightly stretched fabric. Her heart feels like it stops fully as Sunset yanks back, removes the underwear wholly and dives back in.

A universe-wreckingly long second later, she feels it. She feels them. Sunset's divinely soft lips against her sex. A tense shiver goes through her whole body and she raises a trembling hand to touch the top of Sunset's head. As she gives ever-so-slight pressure, Sunset murmurs something inaudible against her womanhood, making Twilight break her own tension with a nervous giggle.

She inhales sharply and holds her breath as she feels Sunset's wet, warm tongue touch her moist heat. Her fingers twine in the fire-mane of her lover. The latter word flashes in her mind. Lover. She wants to close her eyes and throw her head back but she cannot take her gaze off Sunset's head. Even as her big, purple eyes dry and ache, she stares wide-eyed. Awaiting Sunset's next move. Soon, another careful lick, only a smidge more daring. Twilight remembers she needs to exhale and blink, relieving the burning feeling in her entire body and quickly having it replaced with tingling pleasure. Sunset licks again and then again. She comes into a slow but steady rhythm, letting Twilight get used to the sensation. Something the purple girl does with not-entirely-unexpected haste. She soon places her other hand on Sunset's head and scratches lightly at her scalp, flexing her fingers in a slow motion. She moans, a sweet, shy tone and careful volume but none the less a very clear sound of pleasure.

A fairly unique sensation, one she has never felt before. Given by Sunset makes it multiple times more intense just thanks to the fact that it is her. The magic of her presence never dissipating. She cannot believe it, much like most of yesterday. Wasn't she the one wanting to give some back to Sunset? Her spinning thoughts find their critical mass in a second of clarity. She chokes back a moan and lets her hands slip down the fire-maned girl's head and onto her shoulders. A not-so-agile move later and she weakly manages to push Sunset up and away. Their eyes meet and for another moment, time slows down. Sunset fully grasps what is happening and flashes Twilight a smile. The final drop to the ocean of encouragement she needed.

Only onwards to go now. As Sunset goes down onto her back in a fairly lithe motion, Twilight almost falls over trying to follow. She soon finds herself on all fours, hovering over Sunset. So far so good. She does what she can to keep a cool exterior, something far more difficult than it should be. Arousal and anticipation takes over where nervousness can no longer find grip. She gives Sunset's beautiful, calm face one last look of waning panic before inching herself downward. She rests her head on her chest for a moment, listening to her almost strangely calm heartbeat. Never before had she heard a more soothing sound, even in all the different universes she traversed in the hours passed. She feels a little bit torn when she starts downwards again. She would like to listen to Sunset's heart and breath forever. On the other hand, the want for this sexual adventure pulls her along. She promises herself to go back eventually.

She does not make a big deal about her descent down Sunset's body. A careful, trying kiss here and there but nothing grandiose. Being between her legs almost comes as a surprise to her when she has finally reached her destination. She swallows as she looks to Sunset's hidden sex. She dares not touch. She simply stares for a moment. What in all the world is wrong? This is not even unfamiliar territory anymore. Besides, she has been pining for this to the point of agony. Well, pining for it and dreading it at the same time. Perhaps those feelings are indeed meant to mix so subliminally. Before she loses herself in the usual crash of thought, she throws a glance up at Sunset. What she sees is not what she expected.

Sunset's cool and confident expression has cracked into what looks like a breathless panic of her own. Her eyes are practically glittering as they meet Twilight's. She is chewing nervously on her lower lip. Appearing both confounded, wild and greatly anticipating.

No words between them, Twilight purses her lips as she makes up her mind one final time. She leans in and presses her pursed lips against the cloth of Sunset's panties. She quickly pulls back and lets out a ragged breath while Sunset shifts and gives a little whine. So warm, so soft. A thousand and one things are instantly gone from her mind. She leans in again, giving another careful, albeit longer kiss. Her fingers curl around the sides of Sunset's underwear, trembling, tense. This time, when she pulls back, she pulls the panties along with her motion and does what she can to remove them as swiftly as possible. She fumbles clumsily but it hardly proves a distraction. Next, she dives back in, not allowing hesitation to take root again. She kisses the top of Sunset's womanhood and feels a quake as if the whole bed just shook. The fire-maned girl hums a sweet tune of pleasure as Twilight kisses again and again. Soft lips against different, hot, moist, soft lips.

Sunset clearly strains herself to stay still, her feet clench and she has a rather strong grip of the sheets with her slender fingers. She pants and moans lightly with every kiss. With every little sound she makes, Twilight gets braver and bolder. It is communication without words. She likes it. It makes her feel in sync with her lover. Before she knows it herself, she is licking. Licking rather vigorously. Dragging her tongue over the entirety of Sunset's sex. Around her labia and in between. She has a bit of experience with her own parts and imagination enough to figure what would feel good. Sunset obviously approves. She has already given up trying to hold back and is rolling her hips to meet Twilight's tongue. Her thighs brush against the sides of the purple girl's head and she is tangling her fingers in her own hair, seemingly not finding anywhere else to put her hands for the moment. Her breathing is quick and ragged, most of her oxygen falls victim to a moan or a giggle.

Twilight gets more and more adventurous. The taste of Sunset's arousal has her nearly vibrating with lust. All of this is so absurdly hot. An unknown world within her mind and a warm, slippery heaven without. She dips her tongue into Sunset and drags it upwards, over her clit. She stops as she can feel hands snake into her hair. She glances up to see Sunset flashing a beautiful smile complimented by eyes closed in bliss. Twilight starts her motion over by pushing her tongue into Sunset anew, taking delight in the shuddering she causes as she licks upwards again. She repeats this, over and over again, faster and as deep as she can manage. Sunset moans and pants loudly now, holding nothing back. Her breathing is quick and her movements irregular.

"Oh, Twilight... I'm gonna... I'm..."

Her disjointed words makes the purple girl slow for a second just to listen. What does she want? When no more words come from Sunset, she quickly and eagerly picks up her pace again. The motions and movements that in the beginning felt completely absurd now feels like she has had years of experience. At least from Sunset's amazing reactions.

"Twilight...!"

Her name is spoken in a breathy squeak just before Sunset clamps her legs around her almost too tight as her entire body quakes. Her womanhood practically radiates heat and is suddenly even more slick with fluids. Twilight stops what she was doing and blinks slowly. Did she just...? Yes, she must have. She brought Sunset to orgasm. The fire-maned girl practically radiates heat. Twilight's cheeks are blooming with a blush, her ears are burning like fire. Just the thought of it all makes her a little dizzy.

Sunset lays back with her head tilted back to a point where it actually looks uncomfortable. She pants, whimpers and lets out other little sounds of pleasure. Her body quakes again, a large shiver followed by a few little convulsions. Her fingers slowly untangle from Twilight's hair and her hands fall limply to her sides. Twilight sits up and takes a deep breath, something she has not done for quite some time. She then crawls up next to Sunset and lays an arm across her chest. Sunset tilts her head to the side and looks at her lover with a half-lidded, relaxed gaze.

"You are amazing..."

Sunset leans in while speaking the words. She means to kiss but Twilight hesitates, she did just... No, Sunset does not seem to mind. The purple girl follows the motion and leans in. Their lips meet. Sunset is indeed not swayed by the fact that Twilight's lips are slick with her own juices. Quite the opposite. She flings her arms around Twilight and pulls her close while showering her in kisses. An unbroken assault of affection for quite some time before she pauses briefly to speak.

"I could get used to this."

She half-whispers the words in a tone dripping with the afterglow of her orgasm. Twilight gives a brief nod for an answer and wastes no time continuing their kissing. Lips against lips as well as the meeting of tongues. Having some when she feels like it is definitely a thing she likes the thought of.

Their kissing slowly grinds to a halt while the atmosphere between them becomes more and more thoughtful. From their mutual beginning, they have been like a rolling stone, unstoppable and continuously building momentum. How long will they be able to stay in this enchanted bubble? Building it up was an experience to remember. Staying in it for hours was the time of an eternity. Perhaps they can manage a few days in this bliss. Maybe even a week or two. Forget about all worldly issues. Nevermind all the rest of everything and everyone. Immerse their entire existence into each other and nothing else.