With feline grace, Sunset slid off of the table, looking hungrily at Twilight. She giggled, then let her loose lab coat fall. Her unzipped dress followed. She stepped, out of the pile of fabric, towards Twilight.

And the whole time, that hungry look never faded, never wavered. Twilight stood, frozen, as she watched Sunset approach. Twilight couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't act. She was barely able to think as the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen in her life walked over to her.

"Twiliiiight..." Sunset sang in an alluring whisper. She placed her hands on Twilight's cheeks, and pulled her close.

Sunset's kiss carried the energy of an erupting volcano—hot, fiery, forceful. It was everything Twilight suspected Sunset was capable of, but only now was she able to feel it. And in the midst of feeling it, she barely noticed herself being turned around, and backed towards the work table Sunset had just been sitting on.

Twilight's eyes opened when her butt bumped against something hard. She gasped when Sunset lifted her slightly, setting her on the table's broad, flat surface.

Sunset removed her tongue to nip briefly at Twilight's lower lip. Then she pulled away to look Twilight over.

Twilight stared back up at her. This wasn't Sunset Shimmer, Her Girlfriend, in front of Twilight. This was Sunny, Creature of Wanton Lust for Twilight Sparkle, in front of her.

Twilight made a little happy noise at the sight.

Sunny, Creature of Wanton Lust for Twilight Sparkle, twitched, and her hands were on the buttons of Twilight's lab coat in a flash. Twilight let her work—she clearly knew what she was doing. It wasn't long before Twilight's coat was ripped from her body.

Sunny pressed up against Twilight, undid her blouse, then tossed it to the floor. The shirt under it went next. The chill from the air conditioning washed over Twilight.

For a moment, Twilight just lay there, propped up by her elbows, on her new work table. She was in the middle of her new lab, in just her bra and skirt, and Sunny was clearly enjoying the sight.

The moment passed, and Sunny stepped into Twilight—swaying her hips, licking her lips, and oh gosh, Twilight was the luckiest girl in the world right now.

"Do you know how many nights I've thought about doing exactly this?" Sunny purred, as she arched over Twilight.

Twilight blinked. Sunny didn't mean... wait, did she?

She was so close now. Twilight could feel the heat from Sunny radiating around her. Her breath ghosted against Twilight's ear.

"Kissing you everywhere, until you have no energy left to give..." Sunny's sweet voice continued, just before making good on her wish. She hotly trailed her lips across Twilight's face, scorching Twilight with their sweet heat, until they reached Twilight's own lips...

...and the flame poured into her. And it lasted for so, so deliciously long. And Twilight's heart thundered in response. Blood pounding in her ears, face tingling from the heat, Twilight thought she was going to faint, until...!

...until Sunny pulled back, licking her lips. Twilight gasped, desperately catching her breath.

Sunny's green eyes were very, very big as she grinned down at Twilight. They were so big that Twilight could see herself reflected in them: glasses askew, her pupils fully dilated, her lips puffy and pursed, and her skin flushed to the top of her heaving breasts.

Forget Sunny, the Wanton Lust Beast, Twilight thought. Who is that?

Before she could say anything to that effect, Sunny returned, pressing her lips to Twilight's again. But she didn't simply repeat what came before. She kissed Twilight quickly, then brushed her lips east and north. She trailed her tickling, fluttering tongue along with each kiss, making Twilight giggle, moan, and writhe. She held Twilight still by pressing up against her body, and kept kissing, until she reached Twilight's ear again.

"Do you know how many nights I've thought about making love to you, with nothing but books all around us...?" Sunny whispered.

Twilight blinked rapidly, trying to clear her head, which was buzzing and light. Had she actually heard that one right? There was no way. It was impossible. That was only Twilight's fantasy—and a repeatedly dreamed one at that.

Sunny rose back into her vision, and there was that mischievous smile again. She winked and straightened, holding out an arm.

"Take my hand, Twilight," Sunny said.

Wordlessly, Twilight did so. Sunset lifted her up, letting Twilight bump into her briefly. She grinned, and Twilight could see the gooseflesh that rippled out from where she and Sunset touched.

Languidly, Sunset lead Twilight along. Thanks to the light-headed tingles that still engulfed her, it was like being lead in a dream. A dream that ended at an even better dream.

The two left the lab, and stopped near a wall-mounted bookshelf close to Sunset's makeshift bed. Some of her light-headedness passed, and Twilight remembered they were in a public space. However, a quick look around told her that the library was completely deserted, and that all the blinds were closed.

"And it'll stay that way," Sunset said, somehow reading Twilight's thoughts. "I've got the only key, and even the janitor won't be in here until tomorrow morning."

"But... how?" Twilight asked.

Sunset leaned against the back of the bookshelf, and pulled Twilight in front of her. She grinned, fluttered her eyelashes, and pursed her lips into the mother of all puppy dog pouts. "'Principal Celestia, could I ask a huuuge favor?'"

Twilight did a double take.

She hadn't.

Sunset ran her fingertips down the length of Twilight's arms, sending Twilight into a shuddering tizzy. Her hands slipped further down Twilight's body, and she scooped them under her skirt, squeezing Twilight's ass. She caressed in tight little circles with her thumbs. Twilight's breath hitched, and she melted into Sunset. Their breasts squished pleasantly into one another.

"'Twilight and I are in the middle of a big science project," Sunset continued in her pleading, pouting, voice. "Would it be alright if we had the library completely to ourselves for some late-night research?'"

She had. Oh, this was perfect. She was perfect. Twilight cuddled against Sunset, giggling. "An all-nighter? I'm game."

"Good," Sunset said, drawing Twilight's face close. "Because it could be a very long time before we find the answers we're looking for."

"That's what partners are for," Twilight said, her voice soft and low. "To make the long, lonely nights not so long... or lonely."

"I'm so happy to hear you say that." It took only a short movement of Sunset's head to reach Twilight's ears for a nibble, sending ripples through her. "Because I meant what I've always said. I'm yours. For as long as you want me."

Twilight's voice slipped to a whisper. Gathering her nerves, she put her hands on Sunset's shoulders. "How does 'forever' sound?" she asked.

"Absolutely perfect." Sunset said, kissing Twilight's forehead.

Twilight hugged Sunset, then kissed Sunset, then she was unable to control herself any longer. She kissed Sunset's chin. She kissed Sunset's throat. Sunset arched briefly, then backed up against the bookshelf with a happy sigh.

Twilight reached out, buried her fingers in Sunset's hair, and kissed her cheek. She made sure Sunset was safe between her and the books. Sunset exhaled through pursed lips, and loosed a low moan.

Twilight stepped her leg in between Sunset's, and pressed up against her. She felt the warmth of Sunset's hips and chest as she nuzzled into her neck. She nipped tenderly at that neck, tasting Sunset's silken skin as she went from one side to the other. She traveled down to Sunset's chest, and Sunset moaned, hissed, and let out the longest of whimpers.

Sunset reached up, and undid the fastener that held Twilight's hair. As her hair fell down around her shoulders, Twilight smiled up at Sunset, and pulled back, allowing both of them to catch their breath.

Beneath her, Sunset panted heavily, eyes slightly glazed and overwhelmed with desire. Her expression wasn't Sunny, but it was… it was still just Sunny enough to recognize the need she had. A need Twilight shared.

Already, Twilight wanted to dive back in; the tingle which had started at her thighs had spread over her entire body long ago. But just as Twilight bit her lip to contemplate her next move, Sunset laughed and pulled Twilight against her.

"That..." Sunset said, voice hot and breathy, "...that was pretty good. Don't tell me you've..."

Twilight shook her head. "Never. This is—this my first. Outside of, um..." Her face warmed, and tinted crimson. "...maybe some of my own, solitary, late night research?"

Sunset's eyebrows shot up, and she giggled. It was a light and airy sound. "I take it back, then," Sunset said, as she traced her finger from Twilight's forehead to her lips. "That was excellent."

Twilight shuddered from sheer giddiness. She slid her hands from Sunset's shoulders, down her front, until reaching her chest. Idly, she traced her finger over the lace of Sunset's bra, admiring the make and fabric. "Was it really?" she asked.

Sunset's eyelids hooded, and her breath hitched. Tilting her head back, she murmured, "Uh-huuuuuh."

"Hmmm." Twilight giggled, still fingering that soft fabric. "Want more, then?"

"H-... hurry..." Sunset whispered.

Not one to leave her love waiting, Twilight reached around and undid the clasp of Sunset's bra. She made sure to smile, and to keep eye contact with Sunset the whole time. Sunset stared back, not speaking, only panting. Her eyes said it all.

The bra fell, and Sunset's breasts, full and firm, heaved in freedom. Twilight licked her lips. She casually cupped Sunset's left breast with her hand, cradling it, then slowly sliding up the underside. "Sunny? Are you still with me?" she asked.

"U-uh huh," Sunny replied, eyelids fluttering as she leaned into Twilight's touch. For all intents and purposes, she was completely at Twilight's mercy. Twilight decided that she wasn't going to take advantage. Too much.

"Good." Twilight smiled. Because I don't want you to miss a single second of me showing you how much I love you.

She cupped Sunset's other breast with her other hand. She watched Sunset's nipples stiffen, listened to her breaths come, sharp and staccato. Twilight stroked both of Sunset's nipples lightly with her thumbs. Back and forth, playfully, lovingly. With a sharp inhale, Sunset locked her hands behind Twilight's neck, holding her in place.

With a happy smile, Twilight brought her mouth to Sunset's breast. She sucked on one, then the other, sliding her lips all around the areolae, licking the nipples with her tongue. The taste of Sunset's soft and slightly salty skin filled Twilight's mouth, mixing with the heat coming off of Sunset's body.

Twilight reached a hand up to fondle Sunset's free breast as she continued to flick her tongue across Sunset's nipple. Sunset yelped and bit her thumb, her body sinewing against the books behind her. Twilight grinned, and, still sucking, she roved her hands further down the length of Sunset's torso. She moved up to kiss Sunset, and ran her fingers enticingly along Sunset's hips.

Sunset moaned into Twilight's mouth, and Twilight would have smiled with satisfaction were her own mouth not already occupied. With one hand on Sunset's hip, she raised her other hand back to Sunset's breast, and stroked her thumb across it. She watched in delight as Sunset's eyes flittered.

Sunset kissed her harder, then slid her hands against Twilight's wrists, doing her best to direct them lower. It didn't go unnoticed. Twilight let her hands go limp, allowed them to be guided.

What do you want, Sunny? Twilight thought. Keep telling me. Please. I'm here for you.

Sunset answered by leaving Twilight's hands resting atop her inner thighs. Suppressing a giggle, Twilight snaked her hand below Sunset's hips. She stroked lines up from Sunset's knees, slowly, teasingly, until a gasping Sunset lifted her hips up, silently pleading.

Smiling, Twilight cupped Sunset's mound through her tights, and stroked. And Sunset loosed a loud, low moan and ground against Twilight's palm.

Twilight continued rubbing, staring into Sunset's eyes, watching and listening to Sunset's staccato breaths. She pressed her middle finger in, finding Sunset's folds, snuggling her finger between them, still rubbing, heat still building, still watching Sunset move those luscious hips, using everything but words to beg Twilight to give her more, now...

Twilight stopped—ignoring Sunset's groan of disappointment—and took hold of Sunset's tights. With a decisive yank, she pulled them down and bunched them around Sunset's ankles. She saw Sunset's panties were the same color as her bra, with the same lovely frills. Twilight suppressed another giggle. Cute was cute. She'd have to ask about them later.

She reached inside those panties, her middle finger leading the way. She found the telltale groove of Sunset's labia again. As expected, it was slick and slippery with a half-hour's worth of arousal. Twilight massaged the outer lips, and the flesh above, navigating, making sure she was in the right place, making sure that Sunset wanted her there.

Sunset's legs quivered and shook almost immediately, and she moaned even louder than the first time. Squeezing her arms around Twilight in a vice grip, Twilight got the message loud and clear: she was doing just fine. She played her finger around Sunset's lips again, feeling her heat, her wetness...

...then she parted the lips, and revealed Sunset's clit. Ever so gently, Twilight slid one finger inside Sunset, and rested her thumb against her clitoris. Sunset shuddered pleasingly.

And Twilight went to work.

It was joy and satisfaction. Of at last touching her girlfriend like this, of her girlfriend being happy that Twilight was touching her this way. It was moving, it was curling, it was thrusting—in, out, in, out. It was her hand going slick as her thumb continued to tend to Sunny's clit, stroking it, massaging it.

Twilight wanted to make sure Sunset could hardly breathe, let alone think.

She sucked on Sunset's nipples again, to make her gasp, make her pant. She nibbled Sunset's neck, and the lobe of her ear, to make her squeal. She shoved Sunset back against the nearby bookshelf to handle her rapid bucking, because she was absolutely bucking against Twilight's finger—no, fingers. Fingers that dripped as more and more of Sunset's juices ran down them, as walls of wet flesh clamped down, clutching, aching, and with Sunset crying for more.

And Twilight smiled. Her heart swelled. Sunset, beautiful, strong, vulnerable Sunset, was melted and gooey under her every whim. Twilight loved it.

Just as Twilight's hand was starting to cramp, Sunset's gasps rose in pitch, and her face scrunched slightly. Sunset was at the peak. At least, it looked enough like the peak Twilight had seen on herself. Ooooh, she should have Sunset over to her house to see her bedroom mirror! Twilight had learned so much from it as she pleasured hersel—

Sunset made a small, desperate noise. Twilight shook off her distraction, and focused back on what she was doing.

She pushed past the ache in her hand and leapt in, kissing Sunset long and deep—and just as their lips locked, Twilight saw and felt a crippling, heavenly climax crash through Sunset.

Her pussy squeezed Twilight's fingers spasmodically, as a shudder rippled out from her abdomen. Her whole body jerked in fits and starts. Her fingers dug into Twilight's shoulders in a way Twilight decided was not unpleasant. Her loudest moan was muffled into Twilight's mouth—gratitude passing from one girl to the other.

And, at the end, she slumped happily into Twilight.

Twilight sighed in relief with Sunset, and kept the kiss going. She slid her fingers slowly out, and gently stroked Sunset's clit with her thumb. Each light, little touch elicited a small yip and twitch, until Twilight was just stroking Sunset's stomach. She slowed the kiss, and ran her drier hand through Sunset's hair, until all was calm, muted bliss.

With a sigh of ultimate satisfaction, Sunset sagged to a sitting position at the base of the bookshelf. Twilight sat on her knees next to her, bracing Sunset up as she rode through the afterglow.

"How are you feeling?" Twilight asked. "Did... was I alright?"

Still breathing hard, Sunset faced Twilight incredulously. "Were you..." At Twilight's earnest expression, Sunset laughed weakly. "Oh... oh sweet Celestia... you are an absolute..."

Sunset held out her arms, and Twilight leaned into them. "So precious. Beyond precious," Sunset murmured. She ran her hand through Twilight's hair. "I don't care what you say," she said, voice soft. "There's no way I believe you've never done that before. Looks like my little Sparkle has a tigress inside that's never been out to play, hmm?"

Twilight chuckled. "No more so than any other girl my age," she said.

Twilight lay against Sunset and listened to her heart as it slowed. She lightly traced circles on one of Sunset's breasts. "While I was... looking for what you liked," she said, "something dawned on me: you've only had a few years with your human body, haven't you?"

Sunset was silent for a few moments, then bit her lip. "...any shower I take still blows my mind if I'm not careful," she admitted. "I've always wondered if every human's body is as sensitive as the one I ended up with."

Twilight giggled and tapped Sunset on the nose. "Most humans' are, yes. But we get used to it over time. Years. Lots of years you haven't had. As soon as I realized that, I knew I had a chance to make you as happy as I wanted you to be."

Sunset's smile was sly. "And that's when you got brave?"

Twilight blushed. "Maybe."

"I like brave." Sunset stood up, and slid out of her boots, socks, and the tights still bunched at her ankles. She turned and faced Twilight fully. Twilight couldn't think of a sight more beautiful.

With a predatory smile, Sunset put her hands on Twilight's shoulders and kissed her—and through her tongue alone, Twilight knew. The hunger was back. Sunny was back.

"I think we should test your body, then, Twilight Sparkle," Sunny purred, gently nudging Twilight towards the bed behind her. "As a control."

Twilight blushed and stepped backwards. It only took a couple of steps to reach the bed, and when Twilight did, Sunny took her hands and gently laid her down. To Twilight's surprise, it didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as any book she'd ever accidentally fallen asleep on.

"It's... it's a lot softer than I would have expected," Twilight commented, as she rested on her elbows. Her heart picked up speed.

"I know, right?" Sunny chuckled, leaning over Twilight. She kissed her on the top of her head, tracing circles on Twilight's shoulders. "It took me a lot of time and experimenting to get it this way. But, eventually, I figured it out: hardcovers on the bottom, paperbacks on the top. I might've still cheated with some stuffing, though." She eased down next to Twilight and nuzzled her neck. Twilight made an appreciative noise in response.

"Still, you're laying on top of some pretty big names. Starswirl's The Meaning of Relativity, Meadowbrook's A Theory of the Learnable... all old editions, though." Sunny chuckled again. "So, not depriving students or anything."

Eyes sparkling, Twilight took Sunny's arm. "I love it," she said.

Sunny hugged Twilight, then gently nudged her backwards. "I figured you would. But how about we add another great mind to the mix?"

With a burning blush, Twilight reclined fully onto the bed and rested her head on a pillow that was just as soft as she'd hoped. Sunny hovered over her, looking down in appreciation.

"My beautiful goddess of knowledge..." Sunny whispered, hungrily.

She crawled over Twilight, scarlet locks falling over her face as she leant down into a heart-fluttering kiss. She quickly moved down to Twilight's neck, kissing it, nibbling it, and holding her close, so close. Twilight was massaged into a loose-limbed relaxation by the warm wetness of Sunny's lips and tongue. She lost herself in the contact, not noticing that Sunny had unhooked her bra until it dangled in front of her face.

Sunny giggled at Twilight's confused surprise, and tossed the bra aside. She leaned back in to kiss again, long and lingering. She traced her hands all across Twilight's body, soft fingernails trailing along Twilight's skin. Even when Twilight opened her eyes, Sunny took up her entire field of vision. She never knew just where her girlfriend's warm hands would touch next.

She certainly didn't expect Sunny to pluck her glasses off her face. "H-hey!" Twilight gasped.

A Sunny-shaped blur placed them on a shelf just above Twilight. "Let's not lose these," she said. "Or get them any more smudged."

Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but Sunny placed a finger over Twilight's lips. Then, she got in close, close enough that Twilight didn't need her glasses. Sunny looked up and down the length of Twilight's body. It sent a thrill through Twilight—that level of inspection, of scrutiny. She felt her cheeks flush in response to the attention.

Then, Sunny was at Twilight's neck again, and—oh. Oh wow. Where was that when Twilight mastur—and rational thought stopped. It was just too much. Sunny was too much. Twilight's breath hitched, and there was that hair, and warmth, and Sunny's musky, strawberry scent, and Twilight was frozen again—

"Are you alright?" Sunset's voice lilted in her ear, soft and tender and attentive.

It took some effort, but Twilight nodded. "It's just... a lot at once," she said, panting. "But I don't want you to stop, at all."

"I'll slow down. Don't be scared," Sunset said. "You know I'll always take care of you."

Twilight nodded again, smiling happily. "I know."

Sunset kissed Twilight on the lips again, as if for luck, then started kissing a trail slowly down. She kissed Twilight's neck, her chest, her stomach. Twilight realized that it was now her who was completely powerless under Sunset's caring mouth and hands.... and she was very okay with this turn of events.

Sunset kept kissing down Twilight's body until she reached her skirt. She then made a slow U-turn, and kissed her way back up to Twilight's chest. Amidst Twilight's shivers and shudders, amidst the jolts of heat above, and the tingles of wetness below, Sunset licked and lapped across Twilight's breasts. She playfully squeezed them, sucking Twilight's nipples soft, then hard, then soft again. Twilight gasped and arched her back in her first true, and loud, moan.

Sunset pulled away. And through the haze of her near-sightedness and pleasure, Twilight could see Sunset visibly drinking in Twilight's reaction. Twilight whimpered, making grabby hands at her blurry girlfriend.

With a laugh, Sunset returned to Twilight's personal space. Twilight hugged her close with a happy sigh. Pressed hip to hip, Sunset rocked hers against Twilight's, and...

Twilight's eyebrows shot up as tingles burst along her skin. She stared up at Sunset's Cheshire smile. She had definitely seen Twilight's reaction.

It wasn't long before her girlfriend ground against Twilight again, and again. And Twilight felt every bit of her, even through her skirt. She gasped, clutching Sunset tighter as Sunset firmed her movements, one tigress awakening another through hips and thighs.

Was Twilight sweating? She wasn't sure. She felt like a hot spring and a desert all rolled into one. But Twilight didn't get to dwell on this for long, because Sunset's tricky hands were on the move again. They caressed Twilight's shoulders, then her sides, then disappeared to unzip Twilight's skirt. Sunset parted from Twilight, then pulled the garment down and off in one smooth motion.

Twilight blinked. She hadn't even realized her feet were in the air.

Sunset tossed the skirt to parts unknown, then dove for Twilight's knees. She kissed anywhere and everywhere along Twilight's legs. The pecking and twitching made Twilight giggle, not knowing what Sunset was getting at... until her trail of kisses moved upward.

Sunset kissed Twilight's inner thighs, left and right, hopping back and forth. She took her time, sometimes nipping, sometimes licking just a bit, and it all filled Twilight with desperate anticipation.

Sunset kissed the border between thigh and panty.

Close. So close.

Twilight tried to move her hands, tried to nudge Sunset's head exactly where she wanted, tried to at least say something, but every touch of Sunset's lips and tongue left her gaspingly overwhelmed.

And then, Sunset wedged her finger just under the bottom left of Twilight's panties. It was just half an inch, but she ran her finger all under the fabric and Twilight went absolutely crazy. Her head spun, her legs stiffened, her nipples ached, why, oh gosh, why, Sunny, why, please, more, please—

Sunset's fingers curled around the top of Twilight's panties, and mercifully pulled. Twilight gasped as coolness kissed her skin, exposing her wetness to Sunset.

"I said I'll take care of you," Sunset whispered.

Twilight had just enough time to blink, before Sunset's finger started making little circles on her clitoris. Twilight moaned louder than before, and her head slumped back. Sunset kissed at her mound, and Twilight somehow managed to moan even louder than that.

Sunset's fingertips traced ticklishly, arousingly, along Twilight's lower lips. Twilight felt her mouth forming pleas, but had no idea if anything was being said. She was swimming through a world of warmth and tingling, and Sunset seemed content to stretch things out, until...

Until… on the edge of her awareness, Twilight just barely managed to make out Sunset dipping her head between her legs.

And Sunset was giving Twilight the greatest, bestest, most awesome kiss in the universe.

The tingling was everywhere now, every inch of Twilight lit up and buzzing. The heat flushed just beneath the tingles, and Twilight was certain she was sweating. But she didn't care. Because a glorious dripping, swelling feeling was concentrated in one place: right where Sunset's lips met Twilight's clit. From there, all the electricity, all the love and joy, swelled and built up. Twilight was completely lost in the ecstasy.

And nothing else mattered. Sunset's tongue was her entire world.

Twilight's thighs clamped around Sunset's head. Her hands waved around, until finding the shelves behind her. She gripped them tight.

Sunset, meanwhile, played to her heart's content. She lapped amidst Twilight's inner walls, sucked on Twilight's clit, and ran her fingers tantalizingly over Twilight's hips.

Just when Twilight wasn't sure she could take anymore, Sunny did the most wonderful, most terrible thing, and slipped two fingers inside of her. She then placed her whole mouth on Twilight's clit, and thrust and sucked at the same time, and it didn't matter if Twilight couldn't take anymore, because Twilight abruptly exploded with the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her voice caught, her mind sparked, and she didn't so much roll with the sensations as much as she hoped to survive them, so twitchingly wonderful as they were.

Even if the place hadn't been deserted, Twilight didn't care one bit who heard her impassioned screams as they echoed through the library.

Then, her body slowly, gradually calmed. But it seemed that the gleeful ripples never, ever would. Twilight idly wondered what it would be like to live with them forever.

She smiled.

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When Twilight regained a semblance of rational thought, she saw Sunset laying next to her. The two wrapped their arms around each other, snuggling under covers Sunset had seemingly produced from nowhere.

"That..." Twilight huffed, "that was..."

Sunset laughed. "Told you."

"You played dirty," Twilight said. "Completely dirty."

Sunset laughed again, and pecked Twilight's lips lightly. "Told you," she repeated.

Twilight smiled and sighed, settling into the pile of books beneath her. She looked around the space, squinting. Sunset handed her her glasses, and Twilight smiled in response. After sliding them back on, and relishing a clear view of her girlfriend once more, she asked. "So... what now?"

Sunset stretched lazily, draping an arm around Twilight. "Oh, well. Now that we've gone all the way, we have to break up," she drawled. "I'll actually be deleting your number from my phone as soon as I get back to my stuff."

Twilight slapped a pillow in Sunset's face.

"Kidding, kidding!" Sunset said, laughing. She pulled the pillow off. "Seriously, though? We relax a bit then… do whatever. Afterglow doesn't last forever. What do you want to do?"

"Well..." Twilight mused, tapping her chin. "I want to get some dinner. Then I want to come here and really check out my new lab. Can we do that? Please?" Twilight sounded like a child asking to go to the amusement park.

"Absolutely," Sunset said, kissing Twilight's cheek. "So, you really like the room? Is it really alright? I'll admit, I... wasn't completely sure what to do. I just looked for everything I could, talked to everyone I could, tossed in a few kitchen sinks... I started working on it, and then I couldn't stop working on it, and I—"

Twilight put a finger to Sunset's lips.

"Sunny, that place is more than 'alright'. It's everything I've ever wanted." She snuggled in closer to Sunset and whispered, "Just like a certain someone who's right next to me."

Sunset grinned and blushed. "Well, I'm glad." She cradled Twilight in her arms. "I don't ever want you to have to worry or be sad."

"Well," Twilight said, "I have my old data, a new lab to use it in, an unheard-of number of personal connections, and a girlfriend so hot she's named after the sun. To say nothing of being able to give fabulous oral."

Sunset's blush darkened. Twilight giggled, and continued, "I don't think anyone has to worry about my happiness. But you... I'll work on you." She leaned in to kiss Sunset on the cheek. "Until there's nothing left but smiles and joy."

Sunset stroked her fingers through Twilight's hair. "I welcome it."

"And then I'll write a journal on it," Twilight said, staring into space with a mischievous smile. "Think 'I'll call it The Science of Emotion. You wouldn't mind being my 24-hours-a-day guinea pig, would you? We can get a jump start after we inspect the lab. I'll requisition a human-sized hamster wheel from Principal Celestia, and then we can—owie!"

Sunset hit Twilight in the face with the pillow this time.

And the two rolled around on the bed, laughter filling the library with their love.

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5DVorEgfho

Team Delightful Is:
Muse: Bookish Delight
Polish: nanashi_jones
Artistry: Shaxbert
Shenanigans: IJAB

The Girlfriends Will Return.