"Spike! I'm leaving!" Twilight called, waking the slumbering dragon. "I'll be back in the afternoon to finish the report on the life cycle of bees, and the checklist of things you need to do in the morning is over there, bye!"
The scholarly unicorn had arranged with Rarity to stop by the Boutique before it opened for business to allow the fashionista to take her measurements, something the elegant unicorn had obviously been eager to do since their first date.
Twilight closed the door of the library, a pair of saddlebags full of books on her back. Taking in the fresh brisk air of the early morning, she trotted to the Carousel Boutique and let herself in.
“Twilight, darling!” Rarity looked up from her sewing machine and instantly scooted to Twilight’s side.
“Hi Rarity.” Twilight pecked Rarity lightly on the cheek, then set down her saddlebags. “So, I’m, uh… looking forward to being measured by you.” She grinned nervously. “And it’s not like we haven’t done it before… um, but we weren’t, um, seeing each other then, so could you please, please not mind me if my face goes really red?”
“I believe that I will blush even harder than you, Captain Sparkle, but I shall try to do as you asked.” They were both pink by then.
“Wait… huh? What’s ‘Captain Sparkle’?” Twilight wanted to find a place to lie down; her face was getting so hot. What she had expected to be just a morning at Rarity's boutique had turned out to be another of these awkward scenes that were also so... suggestive. The purple unicorn did enjoy these moments, but it was so frustratingly hard to keep a calm demeanor.
“Oh…! Well, ah, it’s just something that came into my mind when you organized us at Sweet Apple Acres yesterday to defeat those ridiculous unicorn twins… you were so charismatic,” breathed Rarity. In fact, she had just had an extremely vivid and graphic dream about ‘Captain Sparkle’ and herself the previous night.
“I uh, I really think we should get this out of our systems if we’re going to start my measuring.” Twilight’s voice came out about an octave higher than normal.
“The kitchen, perhaps? I’m afraid if we go to my bedroom we won’t come down again until sunset.” Rarity felt light-headed, and she was sure if she measured Twilight now, the dresses that she would make from those measurements would not fit any pony at all.
They half stumbled, half galloped to the back of the boutique. Rarity grabbed a cushion with her magic and dropped it on the floor of the kitchen. Twilight threw herself on the cushion immediately - and Rarity threw herself on Twilight.
“Twilight, please, kiss me,” whispered Rarity in Twilight’s ear.
“Urphf.” Twilight felt limp all over. She couldn’t move; it was as if her ribcages were stuck, she couldn’t breathe properly. She mustered the rest of her fast draining strength to pull Rarity’s face to hers.
The moment their mouths touched, Twilight could breathe again. She hadn’t realized that her body could go out of control like that, but now that she was back in charge she just wanted Rarity. She placed her hooves on Rarity’s back and pulled her close, pressing the other mare’s body against her own. Rarity’s mane lightly curtained them while they hungrily kissed.
Rarity tentatively slid her tongue to Twilight’s half-opened mouth, not sure if the lavender unicorn would accept. She was thrilled when Twilight’s tongue came to meet hers. They explored, both eager and curious. The fashionista felt her chest heaving in synch with Twilight’s, hoping this would never stop.
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Twilight stretched on the cushion, Rarity’s head on her chest. They had laid in this fashion for a while now, sharing passionate kisses then resting, in turn.
The fashionista played with Twilight’s mane, gradually sliding her hooves along the bookworm’s torso. The purple unicorn shivered with satisfaction at the contact.
Rarity traced further down Twilight’s upper body, entertaining some less-than-innocent thoughts… soon she would be running a measuring tape along these fine curves... the fashion designer almost jolted as she suddenly remembered that the Boutique was supposed to be opened twenty minutes ago, and that Twilight’s measurements should have been finished well before that.
“Twilight, darling? I-l think… I should take your measurements now, if you don’t mind,” stammered the white unicorn.
“Oh, okay! Heh, guess we can finally go about our business normally now,” chuckled Twilight.
They headed back to the front of the Boutique. Rarity guided the other mare to a pedestal, and started the procedure of measuring Twilight.
It went well, neither mare losing their composure… until Rarity started on Twilight’s flank. Her face grew quite hot, and she fumbled the measuring tape. She was quite annoyed at this, since the last time this had occurred she had just started her dress-maker apprenticeship.
The studious mare turned her head to look at the fashionista, cocking an eyebrow. “Rarity!” she teased, flicking her tail in amusement. “And you were doing so well!”
The pale unicorn pulled herself together, lifting her head up in a haughty manner. “I shall never use my profession as an excuse to feel ponies up, Twilight. Please forgive that unprofessional slip of my hooves."
Twilight narrowed her eyes in an attempt to look appalled. "I never said anything about 'feeling me up'... so, that's what you were doing, huh?"
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Twilight rested on Rarity’s chaise longue, reading the books that she had brought to the Boutique. She occasionally sneaked a glance at Rarity, who was discussing the details of a dress with a client.
Just then Sweetie Belle burst in the Boutique. “Rarity!” she called to her sister.
“Please do excuse me for a minute,” Rarity said apologetically to her customer. She walked towards her little sister. “What is it, Sweetie Belle?”
“Can I borrow a roll of cloth? I need to make this Cutie Mark Crusaders… thingy!”
“Fine Sweetie, just pick one, but let me see which one it is before you leave.”
Rarity returned to her customer, and Sweetie Belle scurried to the back of the room to look at a rack of cloth.
Twilight noticed the little filly coming her way, and said cheerfully, “It’s nice to see you again, Sweetie Belle!”
“Oh, hi Twilight!” Sweetie Belle skidded to a stop when she saw that Twilight was lying on Rarity’s chaise longue. “Hey, why can you use Rarity’s fancy couch? She won’t even let me touch it!”
“Well, Rarity was kind enough to offer that I use it for reading.”
“But she said it was so expensive, she would never ever let anypony touch it! Wow… she must really like you a lot!” exclaimed the filly.
“Uh… yeah, I think she does like me pretty much.” Twilight replied, a little awkwardly.
Luckily, Sweetie Belle didn’t notice, and she leapt towards Rarity’s collection of fabrics again. “Well, I’ve got to get the cloth to our clubhouse quickly, so, bye!”
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The rest of the morning passed quickly, and Rarity closed the Boutique for the lunch period.
Twilight placed a bookmark on the page she was previously reading and slid off the fainting couch, her limbs slightly stiff from being in the same position for the whole morning.
"So, Rarity, do you want to get something to eat? Or I could go buy lunch for you if you don't want to leave, I know you've got more clients in the afternoon."
"Actually, I was thinking that I could prepare something for us, here. No, It shall be no trouble at all." Rarity raised a hoof to stop Twilight, who had just opened her mouth to object.
"Well, at least let me help you?"
"Oh, perhaps you could set the table later, but nothing more." Giving Twilight no chance to argue, the indigo-maned unicorn turned and started trotting down to the kitchen.