//------------------------------// // Moonlight - Karrakaz // Story: Flarity Group Collab // by Jondor //------------------------------// Written by: Karrakaz It takes my breath away every time, seeing you happy under a starry sky. I could watch you forever, twirling through the sky like a ballerina. You are so graceful, so delicate, so... tender. All  of which only enhance your beauty. Without warning you appear at my side, giggling softly and nuzzling my side, nudging my flank with your head shortly afterwards. “Come on, Rarity. Will you try for me? Please?” I could never say no to you, did you know that? “As you wish, darling. Don’t expect too much.” I flash you a good natured smile which belies the nervousness I feel. I step forward into the moonlight which illuminates the center of the meadow like a spotlight and begin swaying with the sounds of the night as if they were a melody. I try following your example, adding a twirl here, and a flip of my mane there. I haven’t set five steps into my impromptu dance routine before I stumble and very nearly fall. Blood rushes to my cheeks and I feel horrid. Is this what you always felt like? Failing to meet up to expectations you set for yourself or perhaps other set for you? Myself included? And to think that I had wanted to become a dancer before I’d gotten my cutiemark. Looking over in your direction, I can barely make out the serene smile in the darkness as I continue with the flailing I’m trying to pass off as dancing. It will be okay, is what I tell myself. As long as you don’t mind my mistakes, I shan’t either. What could I try to make it more entertaining? A pirouette perhaps? How did my instructor say it went back then? Lean forward, leg out, and stretch, and spin! Dirt. I don’t much care for dirt. In fact I rather despise it. With a very unladylike snort I get rid of whatever dirt I was about to consume and right myself. What was I thinking, trying an advanced dancing technique I never even mastered? Perhaps I should ask Twilight for some lessons. “Rarity?” your voice pierces my self loathing and I remember where I am. In a meadow, close to your cottage. Where we can share intimate moments, and we can be silly ponies without the world judging us. I’m still grateful that you trusted me enough to share this place with me. I can tell it means a lot to you. I decide to be silly for a while longer tonight, and tackle you to the ground, drawing a timid squeal from you. Even when you’re scared you’re adorable. “Are you okay?” The question escapes me. It seems like I cannot let myself be swept away by emotions when there is any chance I might be making you uncomfortable. “I’m okay...” A small confirmation, one I would usually question. But right now, it is enough. I start with your eyes, closing each with a kiss before nibbling on an ear which I know will make you squirm. Trying to keep you out of balance is a game I very much enjoy, so rather than nibble on the other ear, I blow a warm breath into it. I can feel it when you shiver and whisper an ‘I love you’ into your ears before moving on. My mind won’t leave me alone, and I come to a halt just as I am about to press a kiss on your chin. Tonight was supposed to be for dancing, specifically, you wanted me to loosen up a little and dance for you. And now I’ve derailed that as well. I really am the worst sometimes. I startle when something touches my sides, only to see your wings trying to wrap themselves around my back when I look up. Perhaps I could be forgiven for ruining your plans? The stars know you forgive easily. Your chin, your neck, your stomach, I pepper all of them with kisses before my mind tries again. I swallow away the obstruction in my throat and crawl back until we are face to face. “Darling?” The moonlight reflects in your eyes, showing me another thing I simply cannot get enough of. “No.” You stop me before I can even begin my apology and I... don’t quite know what to do with myself. Fortunately, you have the answer. A kiss, how fitting. “We’ll dance again tomorrow, if that’s okay?” I smile for you again, a breathless one this time. “Anything for you, darling.”