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// 81. Snow - by Astrarian 
// Story: RariJack - The Compilation of Prompts 
// by Titanium Dragon 
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Astrarian



Snow






Rarity gasped. “Oh, darling, look!”

Applejack glanced over. The unicorn stood on her hind legs with her front hooves up on the windowsill, and she was leaning forward, so that her interest in the view outside was clear.

“What is it?” Applejack asked. Pointless, in some respects, since she was going to join Rarity at the window anyway whatever the answer.

“It’s snowing,” Rarity said, and then she exclaimed, “Ooh!” with such obvious joy that Applejack couldn’t help but smile.

“That so? Even though it’s spring?”

Rarity looked over her shoulder with a smile of her own. “Perhaps somepony told the local weather team we’re on vacation.”

Applejack nudged the open suitcase on the floor. “You been hiding Rainbow Dash in here somehow? I mean, I did think the case was kinda heavy, even considerin’ all your, er, essentials.”

Rarity shook her head and giggled all at the same time. “Oh, hush, you,” she said. Applejack’s grin grew even wider when she saw Rarity blushing. “Come and see for yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

Quietly, Applejack picked something off the top of the dresser. Rarity’s process of unpacking always involved choosing what to wear as well, and the whole affair inevitably left more clothes on the floor than in wardrobes or drawers.

“Look out there,” Rarity said to her, hearing her hoofsteps against the floor. “What did I tell you?”

“Pretty sight,” Applejack murmured, looking briefly at the white swirling past the window before returning her focus to the real beauty in front of her. “Real pretty.”

“Isn’t it marvellous? We’re so lucky.”

“Yep,” said Applejack, close enough now to feel warmth radiating from Rarity’s body. It’d be a shame to lose any of that lovely heat.

She leaned closer and nuzzled Rarity’s neck. A tiny shiver against her lips made her flush as well.

“Mmm, darling, what are you doing?”

“Well, I think you fancy sorts call this accessorising, sugar.” Applejack began to wrap Rarity’s neck in what she had picked up off the dresser: a scarf of several pastel yarns crocheted together into a pattern that Rarity found pleasing, but Applejack could barely tell from all the others like it. Still, she’d realised that didn’t really matter. “You ain’t exactly gonna come outside with me without a scarf, are you?”

“For you, Applejack, I’d consider anything.”

Rarity sounded quite serious, and thinking about it, wasn’t it great that Applejack knew she was - and that it didn’t need to turn the moment into something heavy?

Applejack chuckled. “Good to know. Still, you don’t have to consider that, at any rate. Scarves are no bad thing in snow.”

Rarity nuzzled Applejack’s cheek, and she met the action halfway. “What do you suppose brought a snowfall on, anyway?” she asked.

Rarity adjusted the scarf and then stepped towards the bed. “I daresay there was leftover snow in the weather factory?” She picked up Applejack’s hat, walked back over to her, and carefully placed it on her head, brushing an errant lock of golden hair away from her mouth to complete the process. “But like I said, I think we’re just lucky.”

“Yeah,” Applejack agreed, catching Rarity’s hoof in her own.





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