Written by: Squinty Mudmane
Rarity slowly levitated the cup of cocoa to her lips and sipped, savouring the taste of the warm, sweet liquid spreading over her tongue and relishing the warmth that spread through her as she drank. The two marshmallows in the cocoa bobbed as if buffeted by the gale of sleet and hail raging outside. She floated the cup back to the small round table next to the fainting couch and smiled as she looked at the window slowly being painted white by the howling blizzard.
Though the frightful weather threatened to chill to the bone anyone who dared step outside, the room she was in was warm, pleasant, safe. Even if she would throw the windows wide, she felt certain she could laugh with derision at the skies, for she was wrapped in something—or rather, someone—warmer than the thickest blankets and softer than the richest silk.
Fluttershy breathed softly as she rested her head against Rarity’s chest, her beautiful face surrounded by the abundance of pink that was her mane. It cascaded over Rarity’s body, caressing her with its silken strands as gently and softly as Fluttershy’s own hoof—polished to a sheen from their spa visit earlier the same day—did. Their hindlegs lay intertwined, thighs slipped between one another in a way that was thoroughly and intimately enjoyable while stopping just shy of crossing the threshold that demanded full and immediate attention.
“Read me another line, Rarity,” Fluttershy said softly, her eyes closed and that adorable little smile on her lips. “Please.”
Rarity smiled and turned another page in her book, a collection of poetry she had spent many a lonely night alternatingly sighing dreamily and sobbing longingly over. Now the nights with the book were spent only in pure enjoyment.
She put on her best dramatic reader’s voice and spoke: “Oh, my fair maiden! I see thy shade pass by in yonder window. Thy grace maketh the Moon Herself weep with envy.” She leaned closer so that her lips were inches from Fluttershy, dropping her voice to a sensual whisper, the heat of her breath making the pegasus shiver with delight. “The absense of thy touch doth set mine heart aflame with longing. The thought of thine lips on mine bringeth fire in mine veins.”
Fluttershy smiled and opened her eyes, looking up at Rarity with an intense warmth of her own. Rarity was certain that her poetry book had descriptions somewhere of maidens with eyes like pools of the deepest blue or which glittered like sapphires, but all of them seemed trite and insufficient compared to what she saw whenever Fluttershy looked at her.
“Why leave it at the thought?” Fluttershy asked with the gleam in her eyes and the wicked curve in her mouth that always heralded her more assertive side. She turned over slowly, pushing the book hovering between them aside with a little flick of her hoof. Rarity let go with her magical grip and the book slipped onto the floor, unceremoniously forgotten.
“Why indeed?” Rarity replied almost breathlessly, resisting the sudden urge to fan herself as Fluttershy eyed her with predatory intensity. Fluttershy let out a mixture of a giggle and a tiny squee of glee utterly at odds with her aggressiveness moments ago, then leaned forward and locked her lips with Rarity’s, filling them both with a warmth that put the merrily crackling fireplace to shame.