A Magic Moment

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Twilight Sparkle was normally not a nervous woman... Ok, that was a bold-faced lie. When it came to anything that she was uncertain about, anxiously anticipating, or just didn't think she was equipped to handle, Twilight Sparkle usually tended to be a chaotic wreck on the edge of a breakdown. Even now the lavender haired young woman was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, trying her absolute best to remain as quiet as possible. The reason for that being the sleeping form of the beautiful red and gold haired young woman in Twilight's bed.

If there was anytime that Sunset Shimmer looked the most beautiful to Twilight, it was when her girlfriend was sleeping. Gone were the sarcastically raised eyebrows and teasing words of her lover and in its place was the calm, relaxed peacefulness of rest. There were times where she could just stare at her for hours...

Get a grip, Twilight! She thought, shaking her gaze free of her girlfriend's pretty face. I still need to figure out how I'm going to do this. I don't think it's possible for me to do this in public, I'd freak out! But it's not all that special if I just ask her right at home... I've got to find the most perfect moment or otherwise Sunset might think I don't love her at all!

That, of course, couldn't be further from the truth as Twilight turned to the collection of framed photos all standing silently on the dresser across the room. While the ones that held a picture of her family and a group photo of the Rainbooms were always cherished, it was the other three that the lavender woman loved the most. The first of the three was simple shot of the evening sky, Sunset and her sitting side by side enjoying the stars. That had been the night that they had confessed their feelings to each other and it still made her heart beat faster when she looked at that image.

The second photograph had been during Prom night, with the two girls both in dresses designed by Rarity and both in their respective colors. Sunset's was a strapless red and gold that had hugged her figure, while Twilight's own purple and pink dress looked more like a ballgown from a fairy tale. The fashionista had later explained because she wanted Twilight to feel like a real Princess without any comparisons to her Pony counterpart. Regardless of the reasoning, all the intelligent young woman had recalled was how her breath had been stolen away by Sunset that night.

The final one had been taken not too long ago; Just last Christmas. As the couple at the party, of course her friends had moved her and Sunset underneath the mistletoe. And Pinkie Pie, being the party girl she was, had a camera ready just in time to capture the simple act of the two girls kissing. While Twilight had felt mortified to know that she had been photographed while wearing one of her ugly Christmas sweaters, as was tradition for her family during the holidays, she couldn't bring herself to hate the wonderful image of the two locked in a soft kiss.

A small groan escaped Twilight's throat as she raked her fingers across her scalp, not caring if she mussed up her hair. She loved Sunset, that much was certain. But could she really do this? Was it worth the risk? Twilight completed another lap in her pacing, fretting all the while, when a tired, sleepy voice broke through her thoughts. "Got something on your mind, Twi?"

"I'm sorry, Sunset. Did I wake you up?" Twilight asked, cringing a bit. She thought she had been so quiet! But here her girlfriend was, sitting up in bed with just a simple shirt covering her curved frame, her hair messy as it always was after bed and curled about her head like a wild flame. A small yawn broke past those lips that Twilight had kissed not too long ago, covered for a moment by pale amber hand.

"Eh, it's alright, hun. You know me, I'm always bit of a night owl anyway." Sunset said, trying to stop another yawn from escaping her. She shook her head lightly, causing her red and gold hair to bounce about before looking up to Twilight. "You, on the other hand, are only ever up this late and pacing when you've got something on your mind."

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