Golden Opportunities IIII

>"Hmmm..."
>It was early...
>Very early...
>You didn't know how early, because you had absolutely no idea where the hell your phone went and there wasn't a clock in sight, but you knew that it was early
>Being a high school student--wildly known for their hatred of getting up early-- you had a sixth sense about these kind of things
>So it was early...
>And you were awake...
>Wiiiiiiddddddddeeeee awake
>You were lying on what felt like a bunch of pillows
>There must have been eight blankets on top of you
>You could hear a fire crackling in the background
>If you picked your head up and twisted your neck as far as it would go you could just make out a pile of firewood sitting by the fireplace that was as high as your knee
>...
>Which wasn't safe...
>If the flame managed to jump from the fireplace bad things could happen...
>But FUCK fire safety
>Fuck it hard!
>You had bigger problems at the moment...
>Twilight, dead to the world, sighed into your ear as she nuzzled herself closer to you
>...
>Now...
>This wasn't the first time that you had waken up to something... different
>You were known to sleepwalk from time to time, so there was a chance each time that you closed your eyes to sleep you'd wake up in your bathtub or outside next to your dad's shed or any number of weird places
>Hell, one time you woke up on the neighbor's roof!
>But this...?
>This was...
>This was different…
>REALLY different...
>You twitched as someone sighed in your ear
>A hand slowly slid down your side to rest on top of your hip
>That wasn’t Twilight
>Twilight couldn’t sigh into your ear from the position she was in
>No...
>There wasn't just one person pressed up against you, there were two

>Two women...
>Sunset and Twi...
>Sunset and Twi had, for whatever reason, snuggled up on either side of you sometime in the middle of the night
>You were lying on your side
>One of your arms was draped over Twi's middle
>Twilight was hugging your other arm against her chest, resisting any attempt that you made in trying to pull it away
>Her head was tucked up underneath your chin and her nose was buried in your neck
>She was your little spoon, while Sunset had taken it upon herself to be your snuggler
>The girl had pressed her warm, beautiful body against your back
>Your head rested under her chin, and one of her arms was wrapped around your belly, holding you firmly in place
>Both of the girls were quietly breathing
>Their body language--from what you could see with your limited mobility anyways-- was relaxed and peaceful
>Hair, both purple and bacon-colored, could be seen at the fringes of your vision
>You were also pretty sure that Sunset was drooling because your hair felt a little wet...
>Twilight mumbled nonsensically in her sleep
>She shifted her weight, rubbing your arm against her breasts before sighing and laying still once more
>You could feel her nipples through her undershirt, slightly hardened from either the cold that still stubbornly clung to the room despite the fire and the blankets or the stimulation that your arm was providing
>...
>Wew…
>Wew, wew, wew...
>You had absolutely no idea how long you had just been lying there, frozen, as those two beautiful women used you like a body pillow…
>It was probably a long time…
>It FELT like a long time...
>For what must have been the tenth time in as many minutes, you pinched yourself

>Just like the last ten times, you felt pain
>...
>You couldn't feel in a dream
>That meant that this isn't a dream
>...
>This was real life
>This was happening
>...
>Somehow...
>You were so flabbergasted by the position you found yourself in you couldn't even freak out
>You just laid there, listening to unfamiliar sounds that girls made when they slept, wide-eyed and confused
>...You might have been focusing most of your energies on not getting a boner too
>Because that would be bad…
>Twilight having your arm was bad enough--if she woke up and realized that your arm was in between her boobs at this moment you were positive that you’d get an earful at the very least-- but if you went and got hard the shit would hit a whole different type of fan
>Probably...
>Maybe...
>...
>What the FUCK were you even doing here?!
>What happened when you were asleep?!
>Why didn't you wake up?!
>Why was the fire still going?!
>SWEET BABY JESUS IN A HOT AIR BALLOON, DON'T GET A FUCKING BONER!
>A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you looked down at Twilight
>Just like you, she was covered from head to toe in blankets
>The only thing that you could honestly see on her was the top of her head and parts of her face
>”Hmm…”
>Twi’s blankets gently rose and fell with each breath that she took
>Whenever she moved, her knees gently tapped against yours
>Her grip on your arm would also relax and tense every few moments, as if she were expecting you to try to pull away from her at any moment
>...
>At least she seemed comfortable now and not cold like she was last night...
>You shifted your legs, trying your hardest not to accidently kick one of the other girls

>You didn't want to wake them up
>Not yet...
>You still had to figure out what the heck you were going to do when they opened their eyes...
>A very particular sound escaped your throat when you finally realized that, eventually, the girls were going to wake up
>It was the same kind of sound that a hobo made when he found himself with a winning lottery ticket
>There was joy in the noise, along with a little confusion and disbelief
>What the hell was going to happen?
>Were they going to open their eyes, smile and whisper their good mornings?
>Or were they going to start freaking out?
>You honestly had no idea
>You’ve never slept with a girl before
>...And no, your mom doesn’t count, and nor should she
>Twi shifted again, finally pressing as much of her body against yours as physically possible
>She was a perfect fit it seemed
>From the top of her head to the tips of her toes she fit along the contours of your body
>You didn’t want to sound like a weirdo or a freak or a loser, but you MIGHT say it was almost like she was MADE to snuggle up against you
>...
>Which, now that you’ve thought it aloud, actually sounds creepy…
>Really creepy
>...
>Don’t get a boner...
>Twilight let out another happy sigh, her lips brushing against your adam’s apple
>You made your hobo noise again, your toes curling
>Why...?
>What were you doing here?
>Did the girls pull you off of the couch?
>If they did, why the heck were they cuddling you?
>...
>Did they like you?
>Was this some trick?
>This was some weird trick, wasn’t it?
>Or maybe a conspiracy!
>Yeah, it could have been something like that!
>...
>Why did it feel like you wanted to cry...?
>Your free hand began to wander on its own as you wrestled with these questions
>It slowly slid up Twilight's back
>Up the gentle curves of her body, up the muscles in her upper back, up her neck
>Twilight let out a sleepy giggle, nuzzling you with a little more force as your hand found its way to her head

>You froze, waiting until she had once again gone still before you began to run your fingers through her hair
>...
>Guys did that to girls they slept with, right?
>They ran their fingers through the girl's hair a-and gave them a kiss on the cheek?
>Yep…
>You were PRETTY sure that was what they did...
>At least in movies…
>Your touches were careful and light
>You didn't want to yank on her hair and wake her up
>You also wanted to be able to yank your hand away if her eyes opened suddenly...
>W-Wew...
>Sweet Christ above was your heart beating fast...
>Still though, even though it felt like you were on the verge of having a panic attack, you continued playing with your b-bed buddy's hair
>After about a minute of this Twilight sighed again
>Relaxing slightly, you couldn't help but sigh as well
>Twi's hair was silky smooth, tickling your fingers each time you made your way up the back of her head
>It felt… nice doing this
>And not just because you liked the feeling of her hair...
>With each stroke you began to grow more comfortable
>Your touches started to get a little more firm and confident
>You teased her scalp, gently raking it with your fingertips
>You also began to rub strands of her hair between your pointer finger and thumb
>God was her hair soft...
>It took a few minutes, but eventually you started to enjoy the position you were in
>Like really enjoyed
>And not even in the sexual way
>It was just nice to have someone pressed up against you...
>Someone that trusted you so much that they were comfortable sleeping right next to you…
>It made you feel wanted, liked
>Maybe even loved...?
>You exhaled, closing your eyes and nuzzling the top of Twilight's head
>She immediately nuzzled back and, to your surprise, she began to move her head toward your hand, giving you more hair to run your fingers through
>You did just that; happily and with a heart full of emotion

>For some reason or another, tears began to form out of the corners of your eyes, but you ignored them
>There was no reason to cry...
>You had two beautiful women pressed up against you...
>Two women that WANTED to be pressed up against you…
>There was no good reason to cry
>You should be happy
>HAPPY!
>You don't know how long you laid there, listening to the sounds that Twilight made
>The girl continued to lean back and back and back
>Her beautiful, sleeping face was soon revealed to you
>Her mouth was partially opened, you could see a bead of drool making its way down her chin
>The hair on the top of her head was a little messy from all of the nuzzling that she had been doing and there was an imprint of your shirt collar across her face
>...
>God was she beautiful...
>Your hand left her head and found its way to her cheek
>You ran your fingers along it, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin was
>Twi's lips twitched in what could have been a smile, and she leaned into your touch once more
>You found yourself smiling even as you blinked away tears, cupping the girl's cheek and leaning forward
>Maybe just a little kiss on the cheek...
>Not a long one, just a peck...
>She wouldn't even notic--
>"Whatcha doin', Nonny?”
>You frozen, your lips puckered, as someone whispered into your ear
>Someone that sounded AWFULLY like Sunset...
>...
>Oh shit...
>Your eyes widened as Sunset's grip around your stomach tightened
>You hadn't noticed, but the top of your head was no longer resting under her chin
>She had picked her head up...
>She had picked her head up and her face was now uncomfortably close to yours...
>Double shit...
>The girl nuzzled the side of your face, chuckling quietly as she did so
>"Are you trying to steal kisses, Nonny?" she cooed
>You stiffened
"N-No! I w-was um, I thought I s-saw something o-on her face w-was looking for i-it," you quickly blurted out
>Sunset chuckled again, her other hand making its way up your side

>"Really? You were just looking for something?" she teased
>You jumped when you felt her fingertip slid along your neck
>Ohfuckingshityou'reinforitnow!
>Because you were the unluckiest son of a bitch that ever walked this earth, Twilight picked that moment to stir
>She yawned, her eyes slowly opening
>...
>And your lips was an inch from her face
>Yourlipswereabouttotouchhercheek!
>A blush exploded across your face as Twilight, blinking tiredly, looked up at you and instantly smiled
>Holyfuckingshitwasshethecutestgirlinthewholeworld!
>"Good morning, Anon," she whispered
"I w-wasn't stealing k-kisses, I promise!" you responded. "I w-wasn't! I’m n-not a kissing b-burglar!"
>The fire crackled in the background as you all sat there for a few moments in silence
>Sunset chuckled, and you couldn't help but flinch when she went ahead and kissed your cheek
>"I wish I knew who was cuter out of the two of you," she proclaimed

>You liked Sunset's kitchen
>Pots and pans hung on hooks next to the stove
>A spice rack sat next to the sink
>The chairs and table that sat next to the big, fancy window in the room looked comfortable and well-made
>It was homey, small; nothing like that hulking monstrosity that you had back at home
>In fact, as you looked around, you couldn’t help be reminded of your dad’s kitchen...
>You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it felt like a stallion had set this room up with a family in mind...
>But that, of course, wasn't true in the slightest
>There was no stay-at-home stallion to cook for you in this house
>There was only you and Sunset
>The only thing that you could make consistently well were peanut butter and sunflower sandwiches, and from what Sunset told you she more burned things than she cooked
>But here the two of you were, hunched over Sunset's stove with pans and cooking utensils in hand, trying to cook breakfast

>...
>You weren't doing very well
>You weren’t doing very well at all

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

>"Twilight! Open up the window or something!" Sunset barked, trying to fan away the smoke that was all around the room. "I need to find out where the hell that fire alarm is!"
>The kitchen was a mess
>Half-burnt batter and syrup was EVERYWHERE
>One of the pans on the stove was missing a handle
>Another pan was floating in the sink, still on fire even though water was pouring down on top of it
>The toaster had been smashed to pieces, and there was also a butcher knife sticking in the wall for some reason
>...
>And did you mention the smoke?
>Because it was everywhere
>...
>There was a REASON why you didn't cook back at home...
>Coughing, you looked over at her
"Did you turn the stove off?" you asked
>Sunset bristled, her eyes wild and her hair a mess
>"Of course I did! Now go and--"
"Are you sure?"
>"Yes I'm sure!"
>Sunset frowned at you, quickly looking at the stove
>She stared at it for a few moments, her frown deepening
>Looking back over at you, she reached over and turned one of the knobs
>"...There," she grumbled
>Even though you looked just as frazzled and messy as Sunset, you couldn't help but smile
"Okay!" you chirped. "Why don't you try to put out the fire in the sink and find that alarm while I get the windows opened?"
>Sunset grumbled something under her breath that you couldn't quite catch

>Taking that as an okay, you quickly made your way to the windows and began throwing them open, opening the back door for good measure
>While you did that, Sunset FINALLY managed to extinguish the pan fire
>The fire alarm thingy was found also, and its batteries were pulled out, stopping that horrible beeping
>The stove was off, the smoke was starting to leave, nothing was on fire as far as you could see, and the two of you had walked away with only a few minor burns and scrapes
>Which was a HECK of a lot better than what had happened last time you had tried cooking something
>...
>Spike still wouldn't talk about what happened that day...
>"Fucking cooking..." Sunset grumbled, marching toward the table and sitting down, covering her face with her hands
>Nervously looking around the room to see if anything was burning or about to blow up, you made your way over and sat down with her
>This...
>That was going to be hard to explain...
>...
>Hopefully no one called the fire department...
"H-Hey, it's not that bad," you assured, running through fingers through your hair to fix it as best as you could. "Scrambled eggs is a hard dish to make. Anybody could mess it up!"
>Sunset groaned, slamming her forehead against the table
>"The two of us were Celestia's PERSONAL students, Twi. We can do magic that most unicorns couldn't do in their wildest dreams."
>She groaned again, kicking at a table leg
>"Why the hell can't we just make some breakfast?!"
>You opened your mouth to answer
"Well, um..."
>Your brow scrunched up in though as you tried to think of a good reason
>...

>You couldn't think of one...
"Maybe it's just harder than it looks?" you suggested
>Sunset picked her head up and looked at you with a deadpan expression
>You bit your lip, rubbing your arm
"...Maybe Anon will be okay with cereal and milk?"
>Sunset's mouth twitched
>Even though she was doing her best to look grumpy, you could see a smile worming its way onto her face
>"If we don't go and burn that too," she mumbled
>You chuckled, leaning across the table and nudging her
"Come on, give us a LITTLE credit," you joked
>Sunset's smile widened a little more
>Blowing a bit of hair from her face she sat back up
>She then looked around at the mess the two of you made
>”...Well, I think--”
>"SON OF A BIT--EKRNELNL!"
>Both you and Sunset jumped
>Your heads snapped toward the window and you both looked outside
>The entire landscape was nothing but snow as far as the eye could see
>The blizzard had gone, leaving this winter wonderland that you all found yourselves in
>From what Sunset had read on her phone, there was two and a half feet of snow on the ground
>That was a lot of snow
>It was so much snow, in fact, that someone called a “governor” had called a state of emergency, telling people to stay in their homes until their local snow removal services had done their jobs
>Not like anyone COULD leave their homes...
>The power was still out, though not the telephone or the gas or the water
>For some reason...
>Even though that terrible wind was gone, the cold was still there
>Last time Sunset had checked her phone it was zero degrees out there, and there were signs that it wasn't going to get warmer anytime soon
>It was bad outside
>Bad with a capital B
>Even when you had magic at your disposal, you would have hesitated stepping hoof outside in something like this

>But out there, amidst the snow, was Anon, all bundled up and with a shovel in his hand
>...Or at least there HAD been a shovel in his hand
>At that moment it was sticking out of a snow pile a few feet away from him
>Anon himself appeared to be lying face-first in the snow, his legs kicking and his arms flapping as he swore and cussed his heart out
>It was an admittedly silly sight
>So silly that you might have started chuckling if you didn't know how cold it was
>Or for the fact that a STALLION was out there in all of that snow SHOVELING IT
"Are you SURE that we should be letting Anon clear your sidewalk?" you quietly asked, feeling your stomach tighten just by looking at him
>"You heard him, Twi," Sunset said with a helpless shrug. "He was going to do it whether we wanted him to or not."
>Even though she was used to how things were here, you could see that Anon being out there didn't sit very well with her
>And it SHOULDN'T!
>No mare worth her cutiemark would want a stallion working out in conditions like this!
>The most a colt should be doing on a day like today was trying to keep warm under the covers with a hot mug of something in his hooves!
>But Anon had been insistent, saying about how the snow would turn into ice in this weather
>If it didn't get shoveled now you'd never be able to shovel it, he said
>He had then found a shovel in Sunset's basement and had gone outside to do all of the work by himself before either of you could properly protest
>All. By. Himself.
>He would have worn just the light jacket that he had brought with him the day before--Celestia forbid-- if not for the fact that Sunset had dragged his butt back into the house to get some proper clothes on
>...
>You didn't like it
>Different world or not, seeing him out there all by himself, didn't sit very well with you
>You wanted to go out there and drag him back inside

>You wanted to strip him out of all of those sweatshirts and jackets and gloves and have him put a blanket around himself and sit by the fire
>He was going to catch a cold out there...
>He was going to get FROSTBITE out there...
>You bit your lip, gripping the edge of the table so hard that you knuckles were white
"We should make him come inside," you said. "He needs to come inside and warm up."
>Sunset said nothing for a moment as she watched Anon struggle to his feet only to take two steps and fall right back down
>"I'll make him come inside in a few minutes," she said, drumming her fingers against the table and standing up. "I SHOULD be able to get him to come inside if he shovels the walkway. Now come on, help me clean up this mess a bit."
>You rose from your seat, following Sunset to the sink
"It's a shame that we couldn't cook anything to warm him up for when he comes back inside," you said regretfully, eyeing the battlefield that was the stove
>"I'm pretty sure that I have some hot chocolate somewhere," Sunset said, wetting a rag and handing it to you. "It might be a little early for cocoa, but at least I can make that and it's warm."
>You took the rag
>Leaning over, you also grabbed the knife stuck in the wall
>It came out cleanly with a single tug, and Sunset took it without a word, putting it in the sink and grabbing a rag herself
"Well, at least it's SOMETHING," you proclaimed, walking over to the counter and starting to wipe the soot and grease from it
>Sunset walked over to the stove, a small smile on her face
>"Maybe we should try to warm him up in another way?" she suggested, slapping her rag onto the top of the stove and rolling back her sleeves
>You frowned
"Another way? What other way?"
>Your friend raised an eyebrow
>She then wiggled her hips in a provocative manner
>...

>Ohhhhh...
>Sunset's smile widened when a look of realization came across your face
>...Along with a blush
>"You know, I woke up to him running his fingers through your hair," she told you. "I swear to Luna I was about it have a heart attack it was so cute."
>You nodded, looking down at the counter
“Y-Yeah, I know,” you muttered
>And you did
>You remembered vividly waking up in Anon's arms
>You had felt him running his fingers through your hair
>You also felt his warm, soft body against yours, you smelled his scent, and you had listened to his heartbeat as you laid there with your eyes closed
>It had been wonderful
>Indescribable
>You had never been more well-rested, or as happy to wake up as you have been this morning
>Your blush deepened just a hair when you remembered looking up into Anon's face
>His eyes had been wide with surprise and shock, and his face had been as red as a tomato
>He looked, for all of the world, like a colt with his hoof in a cookie jar
>Except instead of trying to get cookies h-he had been trying to...
>You cleared your throat
"Y-Yes, it was really cute, w-wasn't it?" you asked
>Sunset nodded, walking over to the sink and wringing out the soot and grime on her rag and then washing it with out cold, COLD water
>"I told you Twi: the hard part was getting him to cuddle us, and now that we've done that we're in the clear for anything else that we want to do," she said confidently
>You nodded, looking down at your rag
>Quietly, you let what your friend had just said sink in
>...
>You could do ANYTHING...
>Anything with a stallion that put your comfort and safety above his own...
>A stallion that didn't make your stomach knot up in fear whenever you talked to him…
>A stallion that mares would happily kill for...
>You leaned against the counter, using it to support yourself so that you didn't fall over
"Anything..." you muttered, looking over at your friend

>Sunset was, of course, looking back at you with a smile
>You looked down at your feet for a few moments, chewing on your lip
>You then looked back up at her
"Sunset? Do you have any ideas about how w-we could ‘warm’ Anon?" you asked
>Your friend's smile widened
>"I think I do, Twi..."

>You didn't like snow
>That was a pretty weird thing for a high school student to say, in all honesty
>Why wouldn't you like snow?
>Snow was pretty
>You could make snowmen out of them
>You could write your name in it using piss
>If there was enough snow you wouldn't have to go to school for the day
>Snow was the BEST thing in the world for a high schooler, right?
>FUCKING WRONG!
>If there was snow it was cold outside
>You didn't like cold
>Also, if there was snow you had to shovel the shit
>As someone who has had to shovel his long ass driveway since he was eight years old, you were confident in saying that you didn't very much care for the activity
>In fact, one might correctly state that you COULDN'T FUCKING STAND IT!
>You didn't care about the snow days
>You didn't really care about snowy Christmas mornings and you sure as shit didn't care about snowmen
>FUCK the snow
>FUCK a winter wonderland
>FUCK the cold
>And bah humbug
"Goddamn, piece of shit... can't walk five feet without falling over..."
>You carefully climbed back to your feet after falling for the THOUSANDTH time since you walked out of here, brushing the snow from your jacket and your face with a gloved hand

>The snow was already melting on your cheeks and jaw, making your skin sting
>Fucking snow...
>Grimacing, you bent down and picked up your shovel
>You were almost done with the sidewalk...
>Just a few more feet you'd be able to go inside, pull off all of your wet clothes, and sit next to the fire in Sunset's living room
"Come on... Just a few more feet. Just a few more..."
>Gripping the shovel in your hands tightly, you attacked the last bit of snow like a man possessed
>Shovel-full by shovel-full you cleared the way so that you and the girls could walk outside if you needed to
>Even though it did its best to resist you, almost making you fall flat on your face more times than you could could, the battle quickly turned into a rout
>You were a god on this battlefield
>All that stood before you were cut down without mercy
>...
>Or at least tossed through the air like they were shovel-fulls of snow...
>When you had finally found yourself near what you thought was the street you drove your shovel into the snow and leaned against it, sweaty and breathing hard
>You hated snow...
>You you hate it so much that you didn’t know what to do with yourself...
>"Nonny!"
>You picked your head up and looked over just as Sunset stepped out of the house
>Unlike you--so bundled up that you probably could have walked safely through an arctic snowstorm-- Sunset was lightly dressed
>She had a thick sweatshirt on, along with a wool cap, a long scarf, a pair of thin gloves, and these cute little boots
>"It looks like you got everything done, huh?" she called, hopping off of the porch and making her way toward you
>Even though she was being careful, she was still doing that skip-hop walk thing that girls liked to do when they got excited, her hair bouncing around her shoulders
>You found yourself smiling at the sight
"Yeah, I got the front walk pretty much finished," you said, pushing off of the shovel and standing up to your full height

>Sunset, stopping just short of you, smiled a cute little smile of hers that always left a warm, tingly feeling in your chest
>"It looks great!" she chirped with a bounce. "Now, why don't you come on back inside and get warmed up a bit? I made some hot cocoa for you to drink!!"
>You perked up
>Cocoa?
>You LOVED cocoa!
>Picking up the shovel, you were about to make your way back toward the house, but after two steps you found yourself stopping
>...
>Maybe cocoa could wait for a little while...
>You might have finished the front but you should probably go back and do some of the backyard too
>Not a lot…
>Just enough so that Sunny here could take her trash back to the alley...
>You tried to look away from Sunset, but the girl leapt forward, cupping your face with her hands and forcing you to look back into her eyes
>"Come on. Let’s get out of this cold, silly," she said, giving you a little tug
>You tried to gently pull your face from her grasp
"Actually, before I go inside I was thinking that maybe I should go around the back and do a bit of shoveling there, too," you said, your gaze drifting toward the side of the house
>Her nose scrunching up cutely, Sunset once again forced you to look at her
>"You've done enough, Anon," she said firmly. "Now come on back inside before you cocoa gets cold."
"But--"
>Sunset leaned forward and booped your nose with her own
>"Butts are for sitting, and we're not sitting out here, mister!" she said, tugging on your face once again, forcing you to take a step forward. "Now get your butt in the house."
>You looked at Sunset for a few moments, a blush creeping down your neck
"...Y-Yes ma'am," you found yourself saying
>Sunset's smile came back to full force
>"Alrighty! Let's go then!" she said, nose-booping you once more before grabbing your free hand and pulling you toward the house
>You allowed yourself to be pulled along, staring at the back of Sunset's head as she began humming to herself

>You then looked down at the hand that she was holding
>...
>Maybe you could have some cocoa first before you came back out and shoveled the back
>It WAS really cold outside...
>Your smile came back to your face, and you began to move a little more eagerly toward the house
>Because of the neat little path that you had hewn from the snow, both you and Sunset easily made your way back into the front porch
>"You can lean my shovel against the wall if you want, Nonny," Sunset said stomping her feet against the welcome mat in front of the door
"Okie dokie," you replied, brushing past her and leaned her shovel against the wall
>You were about to turn back to Sunset, only for the girl to leap toward you
>You stumbled backward a few feet as she threw her arms around your neck, thankfully managing to catch yourself before you fell over
>"Thanks for doing all that shoveling, Nonny," she said, rubbing her cheek against yours affectionately. "I really appreciate it. Really."
>Since you were kind of getting used to the surprise hugs, you were sorta ready for this one
>Instead of standing there frozen and blushing like a moron you returned it, wrapping your arms around the cute girl and hugging her back
>You still might have been blushing, but it was a work in process
"It w-wasn't that much shoveling," you insisted, daring to give her a few nuzzles back. "But you're w-welcome."
>Sunset giggled that sweet, musical giggle of hers, her grip around your neck tightening
>Your grip on her, in turn, tightened
>It must have been in the negatives...
>The wind was starting to pick up...
>But, as you stood there, hugging this girl that you had only gotten to know the other day, you didn't feel cold...
>Not at all...
>A content sigh escaped your lips
>You found yourself closing your eyes and leaning into the hug
>Sunset sighed as well, slipping a hand under your hat to play with your hair

>You nuzzled her some more, much to her delight
>Seconds ticked by, then minutes
>Finally, after Sunset had ran her fingers all along her scalp and the two of you had nuzzled so long and hard that your lips had almost touched more than once, Sunset broke the hug
>And, to your surprise, her cheeks were a little red
>"Oops, I told you to hurry up and get inside and here I am keeping you out here because I can't keep my hands to myself," she said, with a shy little giggle
"It's alright," you told her, feeling just a bit lightheaded. "I don't mind. I like hugs. I mean, I like when you hug me..."
>Stop...
>STOP...
>Don't ruin this moment by opening that stupid mouth of yours and babbling
>Your brow furrowed
>Closing your mouth, you placed your hands behind your back and rocked on your heels
"I like hugs. Yep..."
>...
>5/10...
>Sunset smiled
>"Good," she said. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if a cute guy like you didn't like hugs."
>...
>C-Cute?
>Grabbing your jacket, Sunet leaned toward you and kissed you on the cheek before you could open your mouth and start spewing words again
>While you might have been used to all of the hugging, this cheek-kissing thing was still new to you
>REALLY new...
>You stiffened when you felt her warm, soft lips against your cold, red skin
>You sharply inhaled, getting a nose full of Sunny's scent
>Unlike the quick peck that you were given before, this kiss was lingering
>Sunset held it for one, two, three seconds
>While that may not have seemed like all that much time, to you it may as well have been an eternity
>"Mwah!"
>Even though Sunset was careful to lean away from you slowly, you still almost fell over
>Thankfully, she managed to grab you by the shoulders to keep you from toppling over

>Her face was a little redder than it had been before, you noticed, and her bright blue eyes were almost glowing as she looked back at you
>"See? I just can't keep my hands off you!" she chirped with a grin
>Giving your shoulders a squeeze, she spun around and opened the door
>"Come on, let's get inside and warm ourselves up! It's freezing out here!"
>You stood there for a few moments and watched her disappear into the house
>One of your hands slowly reaches up to touch the cheek that had just been kissed
>The skin felt tingly, but in a good way
>...
>"Anon? Are you coming?"
>...
>Well, no...
>You might be a virgin, but not even you would--
>...
>Wait...
>Different kind of coming...
>DIFFERENT kind of coming...
>Shaking your head, you nodded your head for no one
"Y-Yeah! I'm coming!"