Title:           [EqG] (Sunset) Intimacy (3/15/15 update)
Author:          Gatorbait
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First Edit:      Sunday 16th of November 2014 09:06:38 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 15th of March 2015 08:05:45 PM CDT

>The volume in the restaurant is at a steady hum, punctuated by silverware clicking against plates and the gentle droning of distant conversation in the background. Sunset Shimmer sits across from you, a gentle smile on her lips as you finish a story from when you were growing up. She chuckles, tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear before she reaches out and slides hand over top of yours. A shiver rolls down your spine as her lips part with a soft pop and she whispers your name.
>"You really are the best, you know that?"
>Gulping, you stammer out a suitable response even as droplets of sweat begin beading at the back of your neck. Biting down on the corner of her lip, Sunset shimmies her rump forward in her chair, putting her middle in contact with the table.
>"I'm serious; you always know how to treat me right."
>There's a quiet pressure at your fingers as Sunset forces them apart, entangling them with her own and pressing her palm to yours. The heat radiating off her supple skin is enough to make you shudder again and the two of you stay in that position while you wait for the check, engaging in small talk once more.
>As you finally follow the retreating waiter with your eyes, there's a soft sensation pressing up against your ankle. Turning back to Sunset, you suppress a small yelp as you feel her bare toes slide up underneath the hem of your pants. She smiles and winks at you.
>"Walk home with me, okay?"
>You bob your head and Sunset grins, sliding one of her toes up and down your ankle as you wait. The server can't come back soon enough.
>After getting your coats, you make your way out into the brisk night air. Sunset makes a big show of taking a deep breath and then puffing steam in your general direction. But still, she never strays too far and in insistent on keeping your hand tightly in her grip. The night is uncomfortably cold, but outside of your tingling ears you can't feel it with Sunset clinging so close to you.
 
>When you arrive, Sunset is quick to tug you up the stairs to the door and pauses under the overhang. The keypad on the door glows with a soft light, the distant flickering of streetlamps forgotten for the moment. Sunset’s cheeks have taken on a reddish, somewhat irritated color, though you can’t tell if it’s because of the wind or the incessant wiggling of her fingers in yours. Leaning close, she whispers your name, adding
>“I guess that makes half a dozen dates this month.”
>A lengthy pause fills the air. Your heart begins to thud away in your chest as you find that you can’t pull your gaze away from her eyes. They glitter in the chilly air, each a precious stone that you could stare at for hours. The tip of Sunset’s tongue slides out past her lips, a quiet popping sound following as she takes a breath.
>“Would you, like to come up?”
>Is that even a question? You respond that you would and watch as the girl’s face lights up. With an anxious smile, she finally pulls her hand away from yours and hurriedly keys in a six digit number code. It takes her another try to get it right in her rush, but as soon as the electronic lock clicks, her palm is pressed back into your hand and she’s pulling you inside.
>Three flights of stairs and a keychain fumble later, you follow her into her apartment. Sunset doesn’t even reach for the light, instead popping up onto her toes and planting her lips over yours. While not the first kiss, your head still feels like it’s about to pop off from the amount of blood rushing to your face, but you still respond in kind. She leads you away from the door with short, mincing steps, deeper into the darkness of her apartment.
 
>Your eyes adjust to the apartment after a short while, and you’re able to help guide her in the direction she’s headed. Faint slivers of moonlight illuminate the bed, and Sunset separates her lips from yours with a gentle sigh. Her hair is slightly mussed, but you can see her shoulders rolling as she shimmies out of her coat. The dull thwap of leather against the carpet is quickly followed by the hiss of her dress hitting the floor. Despite the knot in your throat, you start to undress as well, but Sunset reaches out and stops you.
>“Wait, let me do it.”
>Breathing out a quiet sound of affirmation, you feel your body go tense as Sunset slides her still chilly hands up under your shirt. You both shiver, the redhead letting out a satisfied sigh as she steps closer and rests her head against your shoulder.
>“You’re so wonderfully warm. And I can feel your belly twitching.”
>With a slight cock of her head, Sunset leans up again, whispering against your lips.
>“It’s okay; I’m a little nervous too.”
>Sunset takes her time undressing you; starting with your coat and having you step out of your shoes. While she struts around in her skivvies, she makes a point to press herself against freshly exposed skin at multiple opportunities: her fingers against your stomach, her lips on your neck and shoulders, her leg against your thigh, until finally you’re as naked as she is. The stripping pauses for a moment, Sunset’s face coloring as she finally turns her back to you and lifts her hair up and out of the way.
>“Could you get this?”
>Fumbling fingers tickle at the girl’s back, earning a few giggles from her before you finally find the clasp and Sunset sends the bra to the ground with a roll of her shoulders. As she steps over towards the bed, your breath catches in your throat at the silhouette the external light casts on her. A nice handful of breasts, but her hips just weren’t fair; they slope out away, rolling for almost an age before curving back in towards her thighs.
 
>Sunset calls your name again, snapping you out of your reverie. With a teasing smile, she cocks a hand onto her hip.
>“I swear, if I didn’t know any better I’d think I had you entranced.”
>Gulping, you close the gap between the two of you and admit that she actually does. Even in the faint light, you can see Sunset’s face brighten, both from the blood rushing to her cheeks and the smile that threatens to split her face in half. Without another word, she gives you a playful shove onto the bed before pouncing on top of you.
>The sensation of her bare breasts pressing into your stomach is enough for you to lose yourself in, but she drags her half-hard nipples up to your chest and planting her lips on top of yours again. She catches one of your hands in hers, but the other manages to elude her and takes its rightful place nestled in her hair. The two of you exchange kisses, brushing your tongues against one another and eventually graduating to gratuitous grinding before Sunset finally separates herself from you again. With a coy smile, she lowers her head back to your chest and kisses at your neck.
>“I don’t think I can take much more of this playing.” Murmuring your name, you feel her take a small bite of the tender flesh at your collar before sighing. It’s clear enough what she’s trying to get out of you. And it’s working.
>With a grunt, you shift your combined weight, earning a squeak of surprise from Sunset as she ends up pressed between you and the mattress. To her credit, the girl recovers quickly and grins up at you.
>“What are we gonna do on th-”
>She’s cut off by your lips, the moan escaping her throat washing away any sense of humor she might have had. With some squirming and heavy petting, the two of you strip away the last of your clothes and send them against the wall with a quiet whisper. Both of your hands find each other, fingers entangling as you stare into one another’s eyes.
 
>With a little maneuvering and words of encouragement from Sunset, you finally set yourself against her labial lips. You watch as the girl’s face loses some of its confidence presence, her eyes taking on a concerned, anxious quality. But as you slide inside her, you press your lips together again and feel her relax underneath your affections. The tight, hot sensation surrounding you is delightful enough, but hearing Sunset whimper in approval is just as enticing.
>It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a steady, comfortable rhythm to fall into; her hips rolling against the bed to meet yours, while her eyes remain locked on your face. When your lips separate, you begin to notice the slight twitches and contortions she makes as she trembles, the occasional lip bites and the slow, half-lidded smile she adopts from time to time.
>Her enthusiasm only grows as the two of you continue, quiet half-sounds slowly growing into quiet mutterings and finally full on moans of your name. Sunset encourages you onward, her legs locking around your waist in an attempt to keep you from pulling too far out. The short, shallow movements that follow send her into a delirious moment of whimpering, her whole body clutching down abruptly as she lets out a short string of breathless gasps, stuttering your name.
>Still riding her orgasm, Sunset can only whine as you reach your own, her insides thoroughly coated by the time you finish. With a grunt, you collapse beside her. After a few moments of silence, Sunset squeezes her hand against yours, drawing your attention back to her face. With a delicate smile, she leans over and kisses you. Pulling close, she nestles herself into the crook of your shoulder, one hand lazily flopping over your waist as she buries her face in your skin. After a long while the gentle, sleepy breathing of the girl eventually carries you away with her.
 
 
 
=3/15=
>Really... how long is she going to be?
>With a frustrated sigh, you shift your weight in the chair and stare at the wall. Deeper in the apartment, you can hear Sunset getting ready for your date.
>A dinner date at a fairly busy restaurant. And your reservation was for twenty minutes ago. But no matter how many times you try to remind her, Sunset laughs it off and answer the same way.
>"Trust me, it's be worth the wait."
>Maybe so, but that doesn't mean they'll hold your reservation forever. At this rate, your table may already be gone, which means an even longer wait. Doesn't this girl know-
>"All right, I think I'm just about set."
>Finally. You sigh, then put on a smile and tell her to hurry up. From down the hall, you see her stick her head out and scowl at you.
>"Cool your heels for a minute and close your eyes. I want my outfit to be a surprise."
>Oh for-- with a forced smile, you nod and then close your eyes. After a few seconds, you call out and tell Sunset it's okay for her to come out.
>There's a lengthy pause, but your ears begin to pick up the soft shuffle of carpet being rustled. Then, the muffled sounds from her heels. Probably the open-toed red ones with the yellow strap; she did seem very attached to those. If that's the case, maybe she went with that slinky sleeveless bronze dress that shows off her back and shoulders?
>Convincing your dick to be still takes a supreme force of will, but you manage. Shimmer sure is taking her time though. You crack your eye, only to receive a loud click of the tongue in response as Sunset calls your name.
>"I told you, I want it to be a surprise. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you."
>Ugh. Shutting your eye again, you squirm in your seat and wait. The seconds tick by, accompanied by the quiet sounds of her steps before they stop in front of you. There's a gentle weight of her hand pressing against your shoulder. And then, a much heavier weight positioning itself in your lap.
 
>You grunt a little as the familiar shape of Sunset nestles itself across your legs. Her hand leaves your shoulder and slides up your neck before resting on your cheek. She grinds her backside against your crotch for a moment as she shifts her weight, and you feel the supple wetness of her lips against your neck.
>"Hey-"
>Sunset takes on a chiding tone, calling you by her favorite pet name.
>"What were you so upset about earlier?"
>While it's assured that cooler heads will prevail, it's difficult to keep one chilly when your girlfriend is doing everything she can to turn up the heat on another. You grumble something about a reservation, while Sunset continues to kiss at your neck and jaw.
>"Really? That's all?"
>She gives a delicate sigh and takes your hand in hers. She guides it out and away before finally resting your finger tips on her bare ankle. Even though your eyes are closed, you can hear the playful sparkle in her eyes when she teases you.
>"I have something much more interesting than some over-priced seafood. Try and guess what it is."
>With a gentle nudge, Sunset sends your fingers forward, slipping, sliding, stroking their way up her leg. Your concerns about the reservation are quickly filed away under 'f', in the 'forget about it' folder as you grope your way along the offered limb.
>It's not that her leg feels any different than usual; her quads are toned, but the muscle still yields under your prodding. What is unusual is the silky-slick sensation surrounding your hand. It rolls over your palm, front and back, caressing it in a way that compliments Sunset's shaven smoothness. What it is though, remains uncertain. So you press on.
>There's a quiet gasp of delight from your precariously positioned princess as your fingers leave her lower leg and find the back of her knee. Sunset arches her body so that the brunt of her weight settles down into your lap for a few moments, as you tease the tender joint with feather light touches and scratches.
 
>"J-Jerk."
>She whispers, murmuring your name into your neck. Her breathless gasps send tingles of heat to the tips of your hair and all the way down to your toes. After an unsteady moment, she chides you again.
>"You know I'm ticklish there. Keep, keep going."
>Not one to disappoint, your roving fingers continue their trek upwards. The fabric flooding over your fingers and hands becomes more pronounced; each slide upwards encountering a little more resistance than before. By the time you reach the middle of her generous thighs, you're certain you've run out of runway. So you give them their due diligence.
 
>Sunset shivers as you slide your palm over her thigh, letting your fingers find their rest on the softer flesh along the inside. Despite her hard work, the meaty muscles of her upper legs refuse to relent any bit of their size. While they are a point of irritation for her, she has admitted to loving they way they feel when they're wrapped around you. Or when you can't get enough of them.
>Your consistent attention has the results you would expect; Sunset's breathy sighs gradually become more intense, more eager, as she gently slides her bottom back and forth against your crotch. Any attempt at controlling the rocket in you pants has long since failed, and the only thing keeping your eyes shut at this point is the fact that you agreed to it.
>"Ah, as nice as this is, I, I want you to keep going."
>Keep going? You sigh and tell her that you've reached the end of the road, which earns an irritated huff from Sunset. She wriggled about a little, and you can feel her fingers brush against your wrist before her hands move to your face and chest. With your name on her lips, she encourages you again.
>"Now. Try it now."
 
>And so you do, and to your surprise, there's still something left on this journey up Sunset's legs. Each sharp intake of breath is punctuated by an exchange of hot and cool air against your neck and chest as the girl in your lap curls ever closer to you. The scent of her soap and shampoo moves from the background to an almost overwhelming presence at the fore.
>At long last, your fingers make contact with an unyielding fixture. Heat all but boils off the lacy fabric in between you and the juncture between Sunset's thighs, threatening to scald you if you aren't careful. As you continue to circle the source of her discomfort, Sunset whispers into your ear.
>"D-do you know what it is yet?"
>Much as you'd like to say yes, you can't be certain. Sunset doesn't really own anything like this, at least she's never broken it out for you before. So you tell her as much, and are rewarded for your honesty with a delighted laugh. At once, the weight on your lap disappears and you hear Sunset step away.
>"Okay then, you can open your eyes."
>Finally. Even with your eagerness, you have to blink several times to shake off the spots that cover your vision. When they do, your grin could be said to rival Sunset's.
>She stands in front of you in a red, backless, and full-length nightgown, decorated with yellow-bronze bits of lace on the upper half. The way it catches the light compliments her skin nicely, and the low-cut top cradles her chest, giving them a little push upwards. Even her waist seems slimmer, with a tightly tied sash of the same color. But the real treat is down below.
>A long, wide slit runs up either side of the gown, tapering inwards as it goes. Even still, the dress leaves her legs on full display, from her slender ankles and quads, up to her broad thighs, and even showcasing the generous swell of her hips; their size equal in width to her shoulders.
>"What do you think?"
 
 
>Giving a playful smile, Sunset plants one of her feet and twirls, the gown riding up and exposing her legs to the world. Further up, you're treated to flashes of the black lace panties you had been so attentively exploring.
>"I bought it especially for tonight."
>There's a purring lilt to her voice as she steps closer again and presses a finger to your chest. You gulp and manage to get out that you don't think she could get away with wearing something like that to the restaurant. With a knowing smile, Sunset slides her finger down from your chest; bending her waist in the process and ending up with the tip of her nose pressed against yours.
>"Right, but this is what I'm wearing for you tonight. So, what does that tell you?"
>That you're not going out ton-- oh. Oh! Oh... Sunset smiles at your response, nodding twice before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.
>It's a closed mouth kiss, but it's anything but chaste. The electric spark between the two of you is almost enough to ignite the room, and you can still feel the slick sensation of her lipstick, despite her incessant attention to your neck. After several long moments, she breaks away and picks herself back up.
>Cocking a hand onto her hip, Sunset smirks down at your love-drunk expression with breathless, blushing one of her own. Sliding a hand to her cheek, she sighs your name.
>"But we still have to do something about dinner. ...Could you get Chinese?"
>You manage to choke something out about ordering delivery, which brings an excited glint to Sunset's eyes.
 
>"Great idea. That should give you even more time to lavish me with attention. I'll leave what we get up to you. Come meet me in the bedroom after."
>The saucy seductress swings her hips as she turns, sending the floor length gown swishing from side to side like a pendulum. Only Sunset's honey-dipped hips roll as the counter weight, the fabric doing a poor job of covering her hips, her thighs, and even parts of her backside. The sound of your name snaps you out of your reverie and draws your attention back to her face. A coy smile dances across her lips as she bats her eyes at you.
>"Don't think too long, or I'll come out and make ordering over the phone that much harder."
>She winks and holds up a finger, as if that would drive home her threat before sashaying into the bedroom. As for you, you can't do a phone-pat-down fast enough. The order is placed in record time and you hustle after your girlfriend. It's going to be a long night.