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// Cherry - matcha cheesecake 
// Story: Pink Diamonds: A RariPie Prompt Tag Collab 
// by Starlight Shadow 
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~By matcha cheesecake~


The cloying scent of cherries wafted in as soon as the door loudly slammed open. In response, Rarity lowered everything in her telekinetic hold. She didn’t bother turning around to see who it was, though. There was only one pony who would make such an entrance. So she continued to push the fabric through her sewing machine until a pair of pink hooves draped themselves around her neck.

“You’ve been working all this time?” Pinkie’s breath was hot against Rarity’s ear, which flicked involuntarily. The sweet scent was also stronger then. The unicorn pushed away from the sewing machine and turned around within Pinkie’s embrace.

“I was just about to take a break, actually.” She smiled then locked lips with Pinkie Pie, body pressing against body. That sudden movement caused them to topple to the floor, but Pinkie didn’t seem to mind cushioning Rarity’s fall. In fact-- as her tongue slipped just past Rarity’s lips, eliciting a delighted groan-- Pinkie Pie didn’t seem to even notice what had occurred.

Rarity, on the other hoof, noticed everything. How the pink fur tickled her nose as she trailed a thousand kisses and kitten licks down Pinkie’s neck. How Pinkie’s breath would catch in her throat with a nibble here and a nibble there. How the scent of cherries and all the other mares had clung to Pinkie’s skin, masking and mixing with her natural one until it was barely recognizable.

Rarity paused just over Pinkie’s belly, inhaling deeply.

“You were with Fluttershy just now, weren’t you?” It wasn’t an accusation, but it could have been one.

“How can you tell?”

“That mare simply loooves her cherry pies. But don’t tell Applejack.”

Pinkie tried to giggle at that, but a moan escaped instead as Rarity continued her ministrations, trailing lower and lower and...

"I love you, Rare."

Her breath hitched and she froze, sure that her heart had just skipped plenty of beats. Slowly, Rarity raised her gaze until blue eyes met blue. Her jaw must have dropped as well, because she felt a hoof not her own gently pushing up her chin until her mouth closed.
“I love you,” Pinkie repeated, caressing Rarity’s cheek. The smile she offered was much more subdued than her usual fanfare-- just a tiny, almost imperceptible upward curl of her lips. Her eyes were impossibly huge as she seemed to take in every teensy detail and maybe something more. They glistened in the light, adding to the overall softness of the view.

Rarity wanted to believe her then, she really did. Just like all the other times before. But she could never be certain how many times Pinkie Pie had said those same words to how many other ponies.

After all, how could she ever know she wasn’t just another appointment on the schedule or another tickmark on the guest list?