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// Rarity 
// Story: Mane 6 Mistletoe Simulator 
// by CategoricalGrant 
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Rarity, wearing a fashionable pink fur cap, tosses the portion of her mane still uncovered. “Why hello darling! Happy Hearth’s Warming!”
“Rarity! Come on in,” you invite, standing aside so that she can enter.
“Thank you,” she says kindly, walking in and daintily removing her scarf, hat and boots. “It’s excellent to see you,” she states upon finishing her task, wrapping a hoof around you in a quick hug.
“Glad to hear it. You’ve been pretty busy recently, right?”
“Oh, you have no idea!” she replies dramatically, placing a hoof over her forehead in faux exasperation. “That’s why it’s been so long, dear...I’ve had to make hundreds of dresses over the past few weeks.”
“I’m sorry to hear it,” you say, patting her withers softly. “Good news, though: tonight is all relaxation and fun.”
“I’m very glad, dear. I can’t wait for you to see what I’ve made for you as-” she stops, her eyes sparkling with curiosity up at the ceiling above your couch across the room.
You follow her gaze to find a spring of mistletoe hanging above your couch. 
“Oh ho ho ho,” Rarity chuckles, looking up at you with a knowing expression. “Looks like somepony had some kissing plans tonight.”
You smile and roll your eyes. “Sorry, I left it up by accident. I’ll take it down.”
“Oh, su-u-ure darling,” she giggles. “By accident, hmm? I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact I was coming over.”
“Actually, it didn’t.”
Rarity frowns. “You know that you are a dear friend of mine, but this dishonesty from you is most unbecoming.” She sits down on the couch and uses a hoof to fluff her coiffe. “I don’t usually allow kisses, but for you I think I can make an exception.” She turns a cheek toward you, her eyes closed and a satisfied little smile on her muzzle.
You want to wipe that confident smirk away, and do so with a passion. “Y’know what Rarity? I’m gonna take a pass on that.” You stand on two hooves to cut down the mistletoe and throw it onto a side table with your teeth. 
Rarity’s eyes flutter open. “I’m sorry, darling, I thought I just heard you say that you were going to ‘pass’. As in, not kiss me.”
“That’s correct.” 
“But we’re under the mistletoe!”
“Were under the mistletoe.”
Rarity sputters angrily for a few seconds before smacking one of her hooves down on the couch. “And why on earth didn’t you kiss me!? I am the most sought-after and eligible mare in town!”
You cross your hooves over your barrel and glower down at her. “Because, I don’t like your attitude.”
“Well, FINE then!” she screeches at you, standing up from the couch. “I know enough social etiquette to understand when I’m not wanted!” She fumbles pitifully with her winter gear for a few moments, her boots not entirely on and her hat askew as she reaches for the door. “Good day sir!”
Throwing the door open, she stomps out into the snow and slams it with her magic. For the next minute or so, you wait patiently next to your couch, tapping your hoof against the floor.
As expected, she comes back inside and frowns at you. “It’s too cold to walk home.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Are you sure that’s it? It has nothing to do with the fact I didn’t chase after you and beg your forgiveness?”
Rarity growls, albeit femininely. “I am STILL mad at you,” she says, throwing her hat at your face with her magic. 
You lean slightly to the side to dodge it, and it instead harmlessly impacts your shoulder and falls to the floor. “Look, does a kiss really mean that much to you?”
Rarity’s muzzle crumples up. She opens her mouth confidently, in what you assume is the first step in an indignant tirade, before closing it. After a few more moments of consideration. She softly answers, “Y-yes. Yes it does.”
“Maybe try asking politely?” you reply just as timidly, fearing a reprisal.
Rarity looks down at the ground and grumbles as she closes the distance between you. Reaching you, she looks up with a pout. “Darling, we were under the mistletoe earlier, a-and I’d really like a kiss from you. Please?”
Without another word, you lean down and place a warm kiss on her cheek, humming softly as you do so. Her coat is luxuriously soft, and it’s clear she’s only used her best perfume for tonight. Five or so seconds later, you pull away and smile. “Of course, Rarity.”
Her lips quiver before they morph into a bright smile, and she throws her front hooves around your neck in a hug.
“Now, how about some presents?”
From her face’s position buried in your barrel, you can hear her moan and sniffle. Her head rears back briefly to steal a kiss from your lips before she rubs her face against your neck. “Mmmhmmm...Please.”