Gatorbait - Late Night Visitor (Sunset)

>It's a little after midnight when you hear the quiet clattering of pebbles against glass.
>Stumbling from your bed, you stagger over to the window and hoist it open.
>The cool night air makes the hairs all over your body stand up at attention, quickly rousing you from the pleasant haze of sleep.
>Your eyes slowly adjust to the dull light of the full moon high overhead, at last focusing in on the source of the noise.
>Sunset Shimmer stands on the lawn with a duffel bag thrown over her shoulder, a hand cocked on her hip and a delicate smile on her lips.
>"Took you long enough."
>Grunting, you rub at your face and ask her what she's doing out there.
>"I couldn't sleep. Mind if I come up?"
>Wait, what?
>The last remnants of sleep fall away as you realize she's serious, the expectant smile on her lips speaking volumes.
>Before you can even think of sending her away, Sunset trots over to the window.
>You have a few seconds to position your late-night erection in such a way that it won't embarrass you before the red headed girl hoists up her bag to the window.
>It takes some stretching on both of your parts, but you eventually pull the bag inside.
>As you come back to the window, Sunset holds up her arms.
>"Now me."
>She can't be serious.
>You tell her as much, but from the impish smile on her lips she's thinking otherwise.
>Taking a few steps back, the girl rushes towards the window again, leaping into the air and planting her foot on the wall to give her an extra little boost.
>You give a quiet yelp as you strain your arms and back reaching for Sunset, grabbing hold of her hands by what could only be described as pure luck.
>The pressure on your back increases as Sunset plants her feet on the wall and begins the climb up to your window.
>After several grueling seconds, you manage to pull yourself back into the bedroom and Sunset quickly follows suit.

>You both collapse in a heap, the girl beside you still grinning and clutching your hand in hers.
>As much as you want to berate her for being stupid, the delicate features framed by the dull light of the moon take away what little breath you manage to catch.
>After a moment, you ask again what she's doing here.
>"Like I said," she replies with a brush of her hair behind her ear, "I couldn't sleep. My room felt too empty so I thought I'd come see you."
>Whatever.
>You tell her that you're both probably getting too old to be sneaking around after dark and climbing into each others windows.
>That's why the ladder was locked up in the garage now after all.
>Sunny rolls her eyes and then rolls to her feet.
>"All right. We can talk more in the morning. I'll go get changed."
>With that, the young woman snags her bag and hurries off into your bathroom.
>You stretch out against the floor for a while longer, thinking about how long it's been since your first encounter with the bossy emerald eyed girl.
>It's been years since the two of you met, and up until a year ago you had been all but inseparable.
>Some things happened, things neither of you were especially proud of; things that changed the way you looked at her.
>The rough and tumble girl who always seemed to have her nose in everyone else's business had, somewhere along the way, started to become a woman.
>The very thought made your heart flutter uncomfortably.
>In the bathroom, you finally hear the faucet shut off.
>Whatever.
>Sunset will be coming out soon, and it would be best for you to be in bed so that the two of you can get comfortable.
>Scrambling onto the mattress, you squirm down until you manage to get comfortable, right as the door opens.
>A thin beam of artificial light stretches out long and lingering across the floor until a click plunges the room back into relative darkness.


>The carpeted floor creeks under the gentle weight of Sunset's feet.
>You close your eyes, listening to the sounds of her approach.
>Your nose picks up on the scent of a body soaking up sunshine, fresh, clean, and slightly ticklish in your nostrils.
>The sheets covering you rustle, and you feel the tender touch of bare flesh and lacy...
>Wait, what?
>Your eyes snap open and you see Sunset's large green eyes staring up at you.
>In the pale light you can see two pinkish red straps settled on her otherwise bare shoulders, supporting a frilly piece of negligee you'd never seen before in the same color.
>Sunset shifts her legs, again sliding the soft, supple skin against you as she whispers in a quiet voice.
>"Is everything okay?"
>Your heart thuds away in your ears as you try to drink in the scene.
>Sunset raises an eyebrow and sticks out her lips ever so slightly, which almost makes your eyes cross.
>Your breathing comes in shallow, ineffective bursts as you try to process all of this.
>It's too much.

>As though sensing your distress, Sunset lifts herself up towards the head of the bed and, taking hold of your face, pulls up against her.
>Your cheek presses against the lacy cloth covering her stomach and, despite your squirming, manages to hold you in place.
>"Shh," she encourages, sliding her fingers along the back of your neck and tickling through your hair. "Calm down, everything's fine."
>You gulp, wanting to take her word for it, but her forwardness is throwing you off.
>But as you continue to lie in the bed with her, the slow, rhythmic breathing of Sunset Shimmer begins to calm your frayed nerves.
>Underneath her cool exterior, you can feel her muscles jump and twitch as you hold yourself close.
>When your head rises with each breath, her belly trembles.
>It's impossible to say if it's from fear, or excitement, or anticipation, or even a forty minute ab program.
>But the gentle, rhythmic, predictable sensation slowly pulls you away from your concerns and points you back towards dreamland.
>Reaching up, you entangle your fingers with hers, breathing gently against her body as you nestle deeper into the firm pillow of her flesh.
>You just hope there aren't too many questions tomorrow...