>winter time in Equestria
>over a feet of snow has fallen all across Ponyville
>unplanned, but when was the last time the weather patrol did anything right
>Rarity is prepared, however, wearing boots with a bit of a heel so she doesn't have to literally drag her body through the snow
>you're outside with a shovel clearing out the walkway to the boutique
>Rarity is shivering in her scarf, helping out with her magic where she can
>it's not much, but she absolutely refused leaving you out in the cold alone
>just when you're about to be done with the front of the boutique, the snow from the roof gets loose and slides down right on the cleared out path
>you concede defeat, falling backwards into the snow, letting it take you while you contemplate your life choices
>pulling yourself back up, you notice Rarity's gone
>you look around, finding Rarity behind you, sneakily wading through the deep snow
>like a shark, if sharks had purple, curled fins
>she is steadily moving towards you, the snow crunching beneath her hooves being the only sound she makes
>you watch her, wondering what she's up to
>Rarity closes the distance with a couple quick skips before leaping forward, pouncing you back into the snow
>as she sits on your chest, she sticks her tongue out and quickly starts running away into the snowdrifts
>you get up and give chase
>not really rushing anywhere, getting through the snow is easy when you're not a ponelet
>that is, until Rarity turns left with a jump and completely vanishes in the snow
>in a couple seconds you're next to her, digging in the snow and dragging her out from it
>she's still a bit in shock, so you carry her back home in your arms
>lose the scarf and the boots, get the sweater
>the fireplace is already prepared and lit, so you sit down next to it, pull the sweater over you both and cuddle the shivers away
>once Rarity warms up a little, you'll go make some hot cocoa, too
>with marshmallows, exactly how she likes it


---


>it's marshmallow drama time
>you enter the boutique already hearing Rarity theatrically cry
>she is lying on the sofa, tears in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks
>you know that it's nothing serious
>when Rarity gets quiet, that's when things get real
>her mane isn't even dishevelled this time and there is no ice cream, this will be easy
>it's probably something silly
>like the last time when she bursted into tears because she ran out of paper just when she got a great idea for a dress design
>with time you learned when it is appropriate to tell her to cut the crap, when to help and when to just shut up and listen
>treating every outburst seriously gets old and grating
>so you announce yourself, take your jacket off and walk towards Rarity
>she plays up her sigh as you sit next to her
>you take her hoof in your hands, gently stroking it, telling her to let it all out
>she starts her rant about what happened today
>the latest delivery of silk came in the wrong color that doesn't go with the gems she prepared, some stuck up customer trash talked her designs and she got a letter from Manehattan telling her that Coco is sick, so she won't be able to help with the increasing demand just before the holiday season
>just another Bad Day at Work™
>her recounting of the day is interwoven with sobbing, but you know that she really only needs to let out steam, because she can't look distressed while her boutique is open
>when she finally winds down, you wipe away the tear on her cheek, lean in and give her a gentle kiss
>ask her if she's feeling better
>Rarity smiles a sincere smile for the first time today, thanking you for being there for her
>she sits up straight and nuzzles you
>you wrap an arm around her and pet her chest
>Rarity satisfyingly hums as you both sit there, enjoying the quiet company
>after all the stress is gone, she breaks the embrace, even though you can tell she doesn't really want to
>you let her go fix herself up as you go brew some tea


---


>Winter caught you unprepared
>you eat all your veggies, but every year when winter comes you inevitably catch a cold
>right now, your illness peaked
>light fever, stuffy nose, headache, a dry cough, the whole package
>so you're stuck in bed, sweating under the blankets, hoping the next day will be better
>Rarity has been an absolute dear though
>she brought your breakfast to bed in the morning, made you some lovely herbal tea
>you're not incapacitated, but she checks up on you so often you don't really ever need to get up unless you need to go
>Rarity is working downstairs, but almost every half an hour she comes up to check your temperature, see if you need any water, something to eat, perhaps another tea
>when she's sure you'll be alright, she leaves with a kiss on your forehead
>a few times when you were trying to fall asleep, you heard her quietly open the door
>you could hear a couple hoofsteps, then Rarity gently clearing her throat, checking if you're sleeping
>you didn't move, so that she could focus on other things instead of only you
>not that the attention wasn't flattering, but she's too busy to be serving you 24/7, you know that
>you manage to fall asleep eventually, until a certain pony wakes you up by gently nuzzling you with her cheek
>time for another meal accompanied by tea
>sometime during the afternoon, Rarity dropped by the hospital to get you a willow bark elixir for the headache
>with thanks you swallow a spoonful before quickly washing the taste out with tea
>it tastes like piss, but the more awful a medicine tastes the more effective it is, right?
>Rarity just giggles at your grimaces
>when evening comes, Rarity joins you in bed, cuddling up next to you
>she puts her left legs around your torso, nuzzling her head on your shoulder
>you know you're covered in sweat
>she knows you're sweaty
>you know that she knows
>but neither of you mind
>you drift off to sleep together
>after a day of nursing like this, you're sure you'll be better tomorrow


---


>Rarity has been having an artist's block lately
>sitting in her inspiration room, with her organized chaos extra chaotic
>as she's once again staring on a blank piece of paper with a pencil in her mouth, you intervene
>coming up from behind, you wrap your arms around her, looking over her head at the painfully empty paper
>her mane is a bit frazzled and she is chewing on the pencil from the stress, though she'd never admit to it
>as you gently rub her forelegs, she lets out a pleasant hum, happy to see you
>"Still nothing?" you ask her, knowing the answer beforehand
>"Afraid so, dear. I have been trying to invoke my inspiration, but none of my methods are working. Even worse, when I feel like I finally found my muse, after drawing it I realize I have either copied one of my older designs, or even somepony else's! I cannot trust myself anymore, and the more I worry that I am plagiarizing, the more difficult it is to be creative!"
>Rarity lets out a frustrated sigh while you kiss the top of her head
>"I don't know how long this dry spell will last, but if I won't get some semblance of an idea soon, I think I might go mad," she says with a shake of her head
>time to get the dresshorse out of dressprison
>"Relax, Rara. You just need a change of pace. Instead of being all gloom and doom locked up in here, how about you take the day off and we go out? See the Whitetail, get some fresh air, have a picnic, visit your friends, all that jazz, you know?"
>"A picnic, you say?" Rarity smiles with a huff, deflating a little, as if conceding defeat. "Okay then, a picnic it is. You are right, of course, taking my mind off things should do me good."
>Rarity, sold on the idea, hops off her stool and looks up at you. "I'll go prepare some hors d'oeuvres. Could you go buy some pastries in the meantime? I'll leave the choice to you," she offers
>you nod in agreement as Rarity smiles and pats the ground with her right hoof
>you bend down to give her a kiss before leaving for the Corner


---


>you always considered Rarity part fancy, part hipstery when it came to beverages
>wine was the only alcohol she drank, and only on special occassions
>at home, you were the only one drinking coffee
>Rarity, like almost all of Ponyville it seemed, was hooked on tea
>green, black, herbal, fruity with spices
>not that she needed the caffeine boost, Rarity somehow always looked well rested and perfect in the mornings
>when you wake up feeling like a walking corpse, you can't help but wonder if the unicorn is draining your life magic
>even when going out, Rarity would order some frappe spiced mocha whatever that isn't coffee anymore
>you kinda assumed that she simply doesn't like the taste much and left it at that
>until you witnessed Rarity pulling an allnighter
>she told you that she'll join you in bed later
>you tried to wait for her, but couldn't stay awake
>when the sun woke you up, Rarity wasn't there
>stretching your arms and breathing in, you realize something
>the boutique smells of coffee
>which is suspicious, because the grinder is downstairs in the kitchen
>perhaps Rarity got up earlier and prepared breakfast for you
>as you go for the bathroom, you realize the aroma is way too strong for one cup
>deciding to investigate, you head downstairs
>entering the workroom, you immediately see the root of the problem
>your mug
>and the coffee pot
>both empty
>and next to them sits Rarity, her head resting on her hooves, quietly snoring
>looks like she tried to keep herself up, but couldn't beat the caffeine crash
>you check the poneyquins, all the dresses look finished to you
>nodding to yourself, you decide to pick up Rarity
>she stirs a bit, clinging to your arm, murmuring something ineligible
>she's completely knocked out
>you carefully carry her back upstairs, laying her in bed
>as you tuck her under the blankets, she automatically snuggles into them, drifting off to deep sleep again
>you close the blinds before leaving
>maybe you'll try waking her up for lunch


---


>Rarity is a very musical pony
>it's no secret that she is a great singer
>she's even the founding member of The Ponytones
>but it wasn't until recently that you started noticing how much she lives with and through music
>you'd often find her humming to herself when working
>or outright singing when in very good mood
>but it's the smaller things
>even when speaking her voice carries a melody, thanks to her accent
>the other day you've noticed that Rarity walks around with a rhythm
>it's noticeable especially when she's happy or determined, because she gives her steps extra spring when trotting
>seeing her use magic is now a different experience, too
>Rarity using levitation always felt somehow more graceful compared to any other unicorn, and it wasn't until now that you noticed why
>unless she's in a hurry, the levitated objects move around slowly, floating up and down slightly, never really straightforward
>almost like there's music playing that you can't hear
>when Rarity is in control, it might as well be
>everything she does, every move and every word, always calculated, precise, and virtually set to a tune
>she can get very rhythmic between the sheets, too
>you can make her sing in return
>you forget your train of thoughts that derailed into the gutter and focus on something else
>despite all this, Rarity doesn't have anything to actually listen to music with, besides a musical jewelry box
>they're tacky, but ponies are completely enamored of them
>there is some childish joy from opening a box only for it to start playing some old song
>anyway, Hearth's Warming is coming up
>maybe you should look around to see if anyone is selling gramophones in Ponyville
>Rarity already has a small bookcase containing all her favorite novels
>a vinyl record stand would fit right next to it
>you could build a collection together


---


>Rarity's been hit with a wave of melancholy lately
>shorter days and bad weather can do that to a pony
>sometimes you catch her sitting by the fireplace, reading a book and sipping on wine
>she'd come up to you with a pout, sharing a kiss or a nuzzle, but never quite happy
>or she'd sit next to you and lean her head against you, enjoying the quiet company
>she's fine, but she needs an impulse
>something to give her energy and break the monotony
>so when the weather forecast finally predicts clear skies, you set your plan in motion
>early in the morning you go wake up Rarity with a cup of coffee
>Rarity grumbles about being woken up while it's still dark outside, but you convince her to get up and even skip the morning beautification ritual
>grabbing a bag with supplies you head out into the brisk weather and lead Rarity to the edge of Ponyville
>luckily you're wearing the scarf she knitted for you, so you're pretty cozy
>there on a small hill you put the bag down and pull a blanket out of it
>you packed some light breakfast too, but it's mostly carrots, salad leaves and so on
>it's hard to get fresh goods in late autumn, but at least it's healthy and something you know Rarity loves to munch on
>you both sit down and start breathing in the view
>to the left of you are the Canterlot mountains, with the sky donning purple hues from the rising sun
>in front of you is a meadow surrounded by the nearby Everfree forest
>aside from the birdsong and the last few leaves rustling in the wind, it's dead quiet
>Rarity is enjoying the sight but still questions why you're here
>so you take out the small foldable stand and a canvas you packed, along with some paints and brushes
>you tell Rarity to get inspired
>she's taken aback by the gesture, but smiles and grabs the tools in her magic
>as you're watching the sunrise, you put your arms around her to keep her warm
>Rarity keeps chewing on her arugula as she starts mixing her prussian blue and titanium hwite


---


>you're walking Rarity home after a fun night out
>you've talked, laughed, danced and also drank
>Rarity has had one too many daiquiris
>her usually proper language and accent started slipping
>she leans into you to keep balance
>as you walk, she's trash talking somepony's dress
>"Honestly, the last time lime accents were in season, we still had a Mare in the Moon!
>"That dress wasn't last season, more like last generation! My mother has a dress just like that!"
>she gigglesnorts
>as realization hits her, she holds a hoof to her mouth
>except she forgot to stop moving, so she stumbles
>you barely managed to catch her before she faceplanted the road
>as Rarity regains balance, she tries to look proper and serious again, but she can't keep her smirk under control
>you laugh at the sight, and finally her facade breaks and she lets out a hearty laugh as well
>"I suppose tonight was too much fun. A-and it would be a shame if my dress got dirty, and... could you carry me home?" Rarity asks with a pleading look
>you're a bit surprised at the request, but who are you to deny a lady's plea?
>as you're stretching out your arms for Rarity to climb on, she shakes her head
>"No, you would wrinkle my dress that way. Can I climb on your back?"
>you don't see how that is supposed to help, but you kneel down nonetheless
>Rarity climbs on your back, hooking her forelegs around your neck
>"Thank you so much, my dear. I promise I'll make it worth your while."
>you can feel her breath on your neck as she nuzzles in
>slightly hunched over, you head home again
>giving a horse a ride
>before you get there, Rarity falls asleep
>once in the Boutique you carry Rarity upstairs, carefully sliding her off into your bed
>you manage to disrobe her as she murmurs in her sleep, getting comfortable in the bedsheets
>putting her dress on the rack and taking your clothes off as well, you go to bed as well
>you put an arm around Rarity and drift to sleep, hoping you both won't be too hungover tomorrow


---


>Rarity has been having wild dreams lately
>you'd go to bed, spooning her as always
>but during the night she'd get restless
>she'd start swishing her tail, her hooves kicking you lightly
>every now and then she'd whine and nicker
>by then you'd usually be awake
>like you're right now, watching your fashion horse struggle against the sheets
>Rarity doesn't remember what the bad dreams are about, but you chalk it up to one of the recent adventures she's had with the girls
>there are only so many life or death situations before it reflects on you somewhere
>only so many great evils threatening Equestria
>only so many lives at stake
>she's become a national hero, and Equestria and the princesses owe her enough favors for at least two luxurious lifetimes
>of course, Rarity never wanted that
>her dream was to make a name for herself in the fashion industry without taking any shortcuts
>through her original designs and hard work
>so that's why she keeps slaving away on finding or setting new trends, making new dresses and new connections
>it's easy to get an invite to some Canterlot Elite's ball when she's a hero
>but every invitation, offer or favor, she has to think about twice
>to try and see if it's genuine or if someone's only trying to use her influence again
>her close connections to royalty make her a desirable pony to have on the good side
>Rarity herself could ask the royal sisters for one endorsement and be immediately rocketed to the top of the game
>that's not how she imagined her dream, though
>and so with every next adventure, that dream slips away more
>every adventure makes her more Rarity, the savior and the hero and less Rarity, the successful self-made fashionista
>and she knows the thoughts are selfish, which only makes her feel worse
>but during the night there is nothing to suppress the subconscious fears and worries
>so you hug her against you extra tight, cooing softly, hoping she'll calm down and get a good night's rest


---


>it's a warm summer night
>the sky is clear
>you're outside with Rarity, both of you lying down on a blanket, stargazing
>Rarity is lying on her back and just has her hooves dangling in the air
>it's pretty cute
>she is pointing with one hoof at various constellations that you can see
>you try to help out, but compared to Rarity you don't actually know that many names
>ever since she was forced to learn the entire sky map for a dress for Twilight, a lot of it stuck
>you're content with being quiet and listening to her voice
>eventually even Rarity runs out of stars or constellations to name
>for a while, you're just enjoying the quiet company
>"...you know, I am very glad Luna is back with us," Rarity suddenly speaks up, something clearly weighing on her mind
>"The night sky was always romantic, yes, but the Mare in the Moon served a grim reminder.
>"As a foal, you're being told the fairy tales about Nightmare Moon, so from the start the Moon is something to be wary of.
>"And then you have Nightmare Night, where ponies create a mockery of her. Foals love the holiday, and so did I, because it was the perfect opportunity to create and show off your own costumes.
>"Sweetie Belle loves Nightmare Night as well, and for years it's only been a harmless holiday. When Luna returned, however...
>"I couldn't bring myself to celebrate that year. Imagine missing out on a thousand years of life, of Equestria's life, and one of the first things you find out is that your suffering and punishment became a fairy tale for foals.
>"It didn't feel right. I locked myself in the boutique, not opening to anyone. Of course, that night turned out very differently, and now I almost feel sorry that I wasn't there.
>"Luna has been taking everything in stride, and she adjusted quickly. And even though I barely even know her, I feel proud of her.
>"And now that the Moon is free of any harmful memories and filled with pleasant ones instead, it makes stargazing that much more enjoyable."


---


>"Ponies tend to underappreciate the amount of work that goes into a dress," Rarity proclaims, visibly frustrated, massaging her temple with her left hoof
>she's been having a bit of an inspirational dry spell, and it's getting to her
>"A dress is not only a bundle of cloth with some gems on it for good measure. A dress is not worth only the material and the time spent sewing it," says Rarity, beginning her rant as she goes to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water
>"Every dress I create, there is a piece of me in it. It's the creative idea, the time I spent getting inspired, the time looking for something original, and the love that goes into nurturing those seeds of ideas until they blossom into an ensemble. It is time and love you need to create couture. But sometimes, ponies will come to my shop looking at my designs as if they were all manufactured from a template, without any creative process. At times like these, witnessing a pony dismiss my fashion like that almost drives me mad."
>Rarity stops for a theatrical sigh, which you figure is your cue
>"Rare, you know that's just how it is. We pour our souls and our hearts into things we love to do, into things we're proud of, but strangers can't see that. Friends understand what is important to you, but other people only see the dress, not the love behind it, no matter how exquisite it is. It's like that with everything. Art, of course, but remember about the bitter salad you had yesterday for lunch? Someone probably poured his heart into growing it, watering it, tending the soil," you explain as you walk up to Miss Poutyface, lifting her chin up
>"Not even the most generous pony around can appreciate all the love that goes into everything. That's fine. You won't be able to open others' eyes to it all either, but you can understand, even if it stings a little."
>Rarity's eyes look a little watered as she rears up to give you a hug
>"Thank you, dear. You always had a way with words."


---


>Rarity takes you along on one of her gemhunting trips
>mostly to show you how the magic works and to keep her company, but also so you can carry the pickaxe and pull the cart
>the Ponyville gem caves are safe from danger except for cave-ins, so you can't even pretend to be a bodyguard
>you're just leaning against the walls of the cold cave while Rarity scans the area for anything interesting
>shit is far more boring than you imagined, so you strike up a conversation
>"So why are you still doing this? I mean, you've made it, right? Can't you just place an order, have your gems delivered? No more dark caves and damp air?"
>"Is someone being impatient, perhaps?" Rarity quips back at you with a smirk. "I haven't... made it, as you say, by being in the comfort of my home placing orders, dear. Do you know how many costs I cut by finding my own gems? Earning my place in the fashion business was much easier when I could sell for half the price of the competition.
>"After all, clothing is still worn only for special occasions. No matter how much us designers try to change that, sadly. But now, partially thanks to moi, fashion was made much more accessible for ponies below the upper crust," Rarity allows herself a brag, sticking out her chest a bit
>"And that's without a doubt a great achievement," you assure her, "but is it really still necessary? You don't need to cut costs anymore, why not save yourself all the trouble?"
>Rarity raises an eyebrow at your question, before looking away to check the nearby wall for gems
>"You still don't understand it, do you? Looking for the gems is a part of the process. Going out here and finding my own gems is so much more satisfying than to sit at home, browsing through a catalogue. It started as a necessity, yes, because even the cost of the gems aside, finding someone willing to deliver to Ponyville was almost impossible. But I kept at it even later, whenever I had the time. It's inspirational, too. When one works hard to get something, one also values it more. I find that gemfinding makes me think of a dress' composition and how I'll use the gems before I even have an idea for a dress in my head," Rarity interrupts herself with an excited look on her face, turning to you. 
>"Ooh, this rock seems to be hollow. Could you try to crack it open, dear?" She asks, pointing her hoof at one of the nearby rock formations. Stalagmites, stalactites, or is that something else completely?
>you oblige and take the pickaxe anyway, Rarity stepping a respectable distance away
>"Also, the spell is fairly unique in Equestria. It's not very difficult to learn, but neither it is a common knowledge in unicorns. I've learned it very young, and I suspect it is because of how it ties to my cutie mark that I was able to master it with ease. Nonetheless, it's a gift, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste, don't you think?"
>after a couple swings a piece of the rock finally chips away, and you can see something glittering inside
>so you continue swinging at it, even if you're starting to run out of breath
>when the hole gets big enough for Rarity to start levitating gems out of the rock, you put the pickaxe down and rest against it
>"It sure is a gift alright. But I think I'm starting to understand. Finding gems is like a part of you, something that defines you, right?"
>as Rarity is loading the cart, she puts a hoof on her chin in thought
>"I suppose that is accurate, yes. I've started looking for gems when I was still a filly, it is something I draw inspiration and enjoyment from. Yes, you're quite correct, darling. It seems now you're getting it," she nods with a smile in agreement
>Rarity starts walking ahead with her horn lit again, so you grab the cart and follow her, satisfied with the answer
>"Hey, since you sing all these songs when creating dresses, do you have like coal miner songs in your repertoire as well? Something we can sing while I'm slaving away here?"
>Rarity lets out a laugh
>"Let me remind you, you cad, that it was your idea to do all the hard work yourself. And no, I don't know any songs that have to do with mining," she says with tangible amusement in her voice
>"But if you need to take a break, don't be afraid to speak up, okay? While I certainly appreciate the gesture, I don't want you to overexert yourself, I'm perfectly capable of carrying my weight."
>you're a bit sweaty but you're not that out of shape
>damn fashionhorse will give you no credit
>"Nah, I'm fine," you reply, "but thanks for your concern."
>Rarity stops casting her spell, turning around towards you
>she gives you a look you can't quite read
>there are hints of empathy, adoration, with some concern in her eyes
>you let go of the cart, kneeling in front of her as she lightly stomps her hoof against the stone floor
>once you're in reach, she rears up, hugging your neck with her forelegs, nuzzling cheek to cheek
>"No, thank you."


---


>early morning in Ponyville
>Rarity has been working well into the night
>as she says, inspiration doesn't have working hours
>when it hits, delaying is risky, as it might won't be there tomorrow
>and Rarity doesn't like to delay
>one late night, she got up from bed to get herself a glass of water
>she never returned, instead sitting in the kitchen sketching into her notebook until sunrise
>you found her there, her glass still half full
>she said something about the shadows from the lamplight inspiring her Autumn line or whatever
>but she had around eight ideas sketched out, and her work set for the next two weeks at least
>you can't imagine how Rarity would handle a nine to five cubicle job
>she probably simply wouldn't handle it at all
>her creative life can be problematic sometimes, as she often fluctuates between having little to do and being busy for a week straight
>at times like those you need to give her space and not bother her too often
>which sucks, but Rarity always tries her best to make it up to you later
>today, Rarity got to bed well after you
>that also means it's one of the rare occasions when Rarity tries to be the big spoon, her hooves gently brushing against your side
>deciding not to wake her up just yet, you carefully sneak out of the bed
>as you look back and see her sleep peacefully, you almost change your mind
>but you quietly leave to wash up anyway
>once you're presentable after your morning routine, you decide to go get some breakfast pastries and the morning paper
>the Ponyville Express isn't exactly a riveting read, but at least you can read the funnies and get the weather forecast from it
>at the market you find Big Mac tending to the Apples' stand
>you buy one of the apple tarts trying not to think too much about how exactly they make those thin folded apple slices
>it's probably in some freaky and unhygienic way
>Rarity loves them but she wouldn't ever put them in her mouth again if she found out
>so you decide to roll with ignorance as you head back home
>you put your things on the table, the silence giving away that Rarity is still asleep
>time to get some water boiling and go wake her up
>Rarity is bundled in the sheets
>you tell yourself it's because she misses your warmth
>you sit at the edge of the bed and gently stroke her hair, waking her from her slumber
>Rarity opens her eyes, smiles at you and stretches her legs out in the air
>"Good morning, dear," she says, stifling a yawn before getting on her hooves and giving you a kiss
>"Time to get up, sleepyhead. Come, I'm already making tea," you say as the kettle in the kitchen starts whistling
>you leave Rarity to herself, because she still gets a bit antsy about her bed head, occasional morning breath, so on
>you're working at it, but you're still not quite in the stage where Rarity will be able to drop these worries around you
>you're not sure if you ever will get there
>right now you have at least five minutes before Rarity comes down to join you for breakfast
>you start brewing a green tea herbal mix, and while waiting you prepare a light cucumber and daffodil sandwich for Rarity and some müsli mix for you
>rolled oats, wheat flakes, a handful of cranberries, teaspoon of honey and fresh milk
>you're setting the table when Rarity finally comes down
>her hair in the usual curls, coat slightly brushed to even out any loose hairs, perfection as usual
>at the sight of you laying out the tableware, she purses her lips
>"Oh my, for what have I deserved such courteousness?" She playfully asks as she sits in her chair
>"Thought you might like a lazy morning after the long night you had," you reply, pouring her some of the tea before sitting down as well, happy to finally get some food into you
>"Thank you ever so much, dear, that's very thoughtful. It seems I lost track of the time again. Oh, but you already know how it is sometimes."
>Rarity dismissively waves her hoof before grabbing a bite of the sandwich
>"Yeah. Yeah, I've been thinking about getting you an alarm clock, except instead of being set to wake you up, it would be set to when you need to go to sleep," you remark with a grin
>"Har har," chuckles Rarity, trying to hide her real laugh behind a fake one, "you know well that I cannot just leave an unfinished idea be when I'm inspired. I wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway, so unless you want me drawing in our bed, it's not happening."
>"That doesn't sound half bad, actually. Listening to the sound of your magic could even be pretty calming. I don't know how I'd feel about all the crumbled paper flying over my head and angry grumbling, though," you say, and at that Rarity tries to glare at you
>except her cheeks are also bulging a bit from the sandwich she's chewing on, so she looks more like an angry chipmunk
>the thought makes you laugh out loud, spilling some milk in the process
>still smiling like an idiot you fetch some napkins
>"Good job, you comedian. Less joking around and more focusing on our breakfast so I don't have to wash the tablecloth every other day, hm? I swear you're like Sweetie Belle sometimes when it comes to table manners," Rarity scolds you, but her tone indicates it's all just playful banter
>"Alright, sorry, I- sorry," you stumble as you're soaking up the spill, "but yesterday was productive, yeah?"
>"Indeed, I've been wanting to come up with something more metropolitan for my shop in Manehattan, as all the classic fashion here and in Canterlot doesn't seem to resonate with them well, and it seems I finally have some promising early drafts. I will probably have to visit Coco next week, so she can give me an opinion. Even if she doesn't behave like a Manehattanite, she has a great understanding of the culture there, and will be able to at least give me some pointers," Rarity explains
>the conversation continues to delve more into small talk as you enjoy your breakfast and tea


---


>you're on a train to Fillydelphia with Rarity
>she has business to attend to and you've never been there, so you decided to come with
>you didn't expect to take the morning train that departs at five o'clock, though
>so you spend most of the ride cuddled up to Rarity, zoning out and trying to get at least some precious minutes of sleep
>Rarity rouses you from your sleep with a gentle kiss when you're arriving to Filly
>letting out a yawn, you get the two suitcases Rarity packed for the trip and exit the train
>there's a large crowd of ponies constantly on the move at the train station, boarding and leaving trains, rushing to their destinations
>you feel like a fish out of water, but luckily Rarity orientates quickly and starts leading you out of the too busy place
>"I think I've gotten too used to the backwater still life of Ponyville. Even Canterlot isn't usually this lively," you muse
>"Trust me dear, this is still quite tame compared to rush hours in Manehattan. Ponies aren't even bumping into each other here, all you need is some confidence in your gait," Rarity replies as she seemingly effortlessly swims through the swarms of ponies, almost like if everyone stepped out of her way immediately
>she also creates a slipstream for you and the luggage
>"So what's the agenda? Are we going to accommodate ourselves in a hotel?" You ask, trying to keep up with her while also being careful not to crash into somebody
>"First things first, we need to get to the office for the fashion expo to book a table and get approval for the designs. The quicker we get there the better. Then we can unpack our things and get something to eat," Rarity replies
>"Yeah, about that, can we stop for a snack right now? I don't know about you, but I'm already starting to feel famished. Maybe like a muffin and a coffee to go?" You propose, because from the sound of it you'll be busy the next two hours
>"I suppose we have time for a little something if we hurry up. Very well," Rarity agrees
>you've finally escaped the confinements of the train station, but the main street isn't any less busy
>you both walk for a little while before you find yourselves standing in front of a patisserie
>Rarity holds the door for you, allowing you to drag the suitcases inside
>before you're able to do anything else however, Rarity is already ordering at the counter
>so you shrug and wait there, pretending to guard your luggage from the dozen ponies inside that mind their own business
>soon enough Rarity walks back to you, with two muffins and two takeaway cups of coffee in her magic
>you grab the suitcases again and walk outside, before suddenly stopping as realization hits you
>two hands
>two bags
>and now a muffin and a cup
>how the fuck are you going to do this
>"Hey, Rarity... can we go back inside and sit for a while? My hands are kinda full here."
>"No can do, darling. The city never stops, and we can't afford to waste time. Every extra minute can mean someone will take the best places at the venue! But don't worry, I have it all figured out," Rarity says with a sly smile before levitating one of the muffins to your face
>"Well? Eat up," she adds, fluttering her eyelashes
>you eye her and the muffin carefully
>Rarity bites her lip, looking way too into it
>is this about her magic enveloping the muffin, are you missing some obvious innuendo, or...?
>fuck it, you lean in and take a bite
>despite how weird the situation is, the bite itself feels relatively normal
>Rarity still has a grin on her face, but you both get moving again
>every little while, Rarity nibbles on her muffin and levitates the other one to your mouth so you can take a bite as well
>and every time she does that she has that curious look on her, too
>the rest of the day goes fine, but later at night, as Rarity quietly snores next to you, you stare at the ceiling and wonder
>what was up with that muffin?


---


>Carousel Boutique, Ponyville
>nighttime
>you're upstairs, cuddling with Rarity
>she's resting against your chest as you're sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard
>one arm under her backlegs, supporting her so you can kiss comfortably
>the other arm caressing various parts of her body, from her thighs to her withers
>the tension is high
>you're about to let your hand wander a little lower towards the dock and below, when you suddenly hear a magicky noise
>you guess Rarity is about to get kinky
>until you realize the light isn't coming from her horn, but from under your hand
>it's a booty call
>Rarity doesn't notice straight away, too busy nuzzling into your cheek
>but the glowing cutie mark doesn't cease
>after a couple more cycles, and after your arms stopped moving, Rarity tenses up as realization hits her
>she turns her head as if to confirm it's actually her butt that's glowing
>seeing the blue gems light up makes her frown with a very dramatic groan
>"Of all the possible moments, the map calls me now? Seriously?" She complains, letting out another sigh
>"Can't you like... put it on hold, or something?" You try, not wanting to get cockblocked by a goddamn table
>"I'm sorry dear, but this cannot wait. If somepony else got called, they will most likely be waiting for me at the castle. Or worse, Twilight will come here looking for me," Rarity denies you
>she gives you one last quick kiss, pushing her forelegs against your chest as she stands up
>hopping off the bed, she looks back at you, her eyes filled with sympathy
>you both clearly wanted to spend the night together
>"I'll make it up to you, I promise, but I really have to go now, I have to find out what's going on! Don't worry though, I'll be back soon. If I have to leave for longer, please don't forget to feed Opal. Ta ta, darling!" Rarity says, blowing you a kiss before leaving
>you can hear her running down the stairs, followed by the jingle of the door bell
>guess you're sleeping alone tonight


---


>something is poking you
>startled, you try to push yourself away as you open your eyes
>Rarity is lying next to you, patting your chest, cooing softly
>you start taking in your surroundings as the familiar shapes of the bedroom of the boutique start filling your vision
>your breath is ragged, you're matted with sweat
>the last visions from your dream dissipate as you focus on Rarity's concerned face
>"It's all right now, darling, I'm here. You've been calling my name quite a lot. Bad dream?" Rarity asks once she's sure you're awake
>you try to remember, but all memory of your nightmare is gone
>Rarity is resting one of her hooves on your chest as your breathing slows down to its usual rate
>"Yeah. It was just some nightmare, I'm okay," you finally reply when you fail to recollect any details
>your answer calms Rarity down, and she sighs in relief
>she leans in to give you a quick kiss before snuggling to your side, laying her head under your neck
>you put your arm around her body, gently stroking her coat
>"Hey, sorry I woke you up," you apologize, more because you're aware that Rarity is now willingly staining her coat with your sweat
>you can't bring that up directly, though, she'd probably scold you that you're even considering that
>"It's quite alright, just try to get some more rest. I'm here for you," Rarity reassures you, shifting slightly
>you smile, gripping her a bit tighter in reply as you close your eyes
>it takes you a while to fall asleep
>you're too focused at Rarity pretending to be asleep as she's waiting to see if you'll have another nightmare
>eventually the tiredness sets in again, and you give in to it
>the rest of the night is peaceful, and you're awoken only by the first rays of morning sunlight hitting your face
>Rarity is still lightly snoring on your chest
>you decide not to wake her straight away, to make up for the midnight interruption


---


>it's New Year's Eve again
>and for the past couple years, also a very special anniversary
>of the first kiss you shared with Rarity
>as usual, Pinkie organized a shindig
>all Rarity's and also yours friends are gathered around the castle
>Applejack is there, too
>Twilight is just finishing up prepping the fireworks, as it's about two minutes to midnight
>Rarity is pouring the champagne into crystal flutes, distributing them to all the other ponies
>then she picks up the last two and walks over to you, levitating one into your hand as she sits next to you
>the others have begun counting down the last seconds of the year, but neither of you joins in
>Rarity looks at you, with an excited smile on her face and her eyes slightly glassy, whether from all the romantic sentiment or too much punch
>you both sit there as the new year draws near, in anticipation and mutual love
>as the countdown reaches zero, the bell starts to chime and the first fireworks start flying over your head, you both lean towards each other, meeting halfways and sharing a deep kiss
>as your tongues intertwine, all the noise from the explosions and surrounding cheers are drown out
>only when the fireworks end, you both pull away, slightly gasping for air
>with a smile you raise your champagne glass, looking deep into Rarity's wide and teary eyes as she lifts her glass as well
>the glasses clink on contact, and before putting yours to your lips, you say
"Happy New Year's, Rarity..."


---


>it's a Sunday night
>you find yourself home, in the Carousel Boutique
>you're just about done cleaning the dishes after the dinner Rarity cooked while she's making herself comfortable in the living room
>you're in the mood for a drink, so you pour two glasses of white wine
>Rarity doesn't drink red often, as it stains her coat
>with the two glasses in your hands, you move to the living room
>Rarity is lying on the chaise longue, humming a melody
>she's levitating a notebook and a pencil in front of her
>she's tapping her snout with the pencil while in deep thought
>you put the glasses on the coffee table nearby, the resulting clank breaking her concentration
>Rarity first looks at the glasses and then at you, thanking you silently with a smile
>she scoots a little to the side, tapping a hoof next to her
>you accept the invitation and sit down, adjusting yourself so that you can feel Rarity's side without pushing into her too much
>without any words being said, Rarity levitates one of the glasses to you
>you take it, do a silent toast and take a sip
>Rarity mirrors your actions, never breaking eye contact
>neither of you has to say anything, you're pretty much perfectly attuned to each other
>as you put your arm around Rarity to gently scratch her shoulders, you look over at the notebook
>instead of the regular sketches of dresses you expected, there's mostly just text
>"Is that... poetry?" You ask, after noticing the text rhymes
>"Close, but no. These are lyrics," Rarity replies with a faint smile, "but I suppose there is not much difference between those two, is there?"
>"I dunno, I'm sure Twilight could write you a paper on all the differences that there are. So since when are you a songwriter? Have you decided to change careers?"
>"Oh, no such thing, dear. I've been feeling a bit tired with designing, but it's still what I live for. Songwriting is just a hobby, or more of an experiment, really. It's for The Ponytones. We rehearse classic folk songs, and we do covers of more modern music as well, but every now and then we try to compose our own songs. During rehearsals, sometimes one of us comes up with a melody, or we start improvising with an old tune. I find it is a good creative exercise," Rarity explains while scribbling some more words in the notebook
>"Oh yeah, that makes sense. Well, how far along are you? Do you plan to have a full repertoire of originals?" You ask, taking another sip of wine while focusing your hand on the roots of Rarity's mane
>she hums softly
>"Nowhere near that, I'm afraid. Although I don't think that's even the goal. All of us are doing this just for fun, performing at only a hoofful of events each year. We're all busy ponies, after all. And ponies mostly want to hear the songs they already know, so we usually prepare one or two originals for a show to see how ponies react. A little bit lower, please -- ooh, that's it. Maybe if we ever write a hit song, who knows?" Rarity muses while enjoying your ministrations
>"Yeah, I think I like it better that way. Knowing you, you'd probably all get really famous, and then you'd have to deal with the manager, and the bodyguards, the entourage... and I would have to deal with all the stallions throwing themselves at your hooves everywhere. Yeah, I think I like dressmaker Rarity more," you say with a grin
>"You know, when you put it this way, it doesn't actually sound half bad," Rarity teases right back
>you indignantly look away, head held high
>"Well, I never!"
>"I would have admirers everywhere, willing to do me favors, I would be getting flowers and letters everyday... hm, maybe I should reconsider this again," Rarity says, letting out a chuckle at your fake offense
>"And who would be there to make sure everybody is looking fabulous, huh? The fashion biz needs you, Rarity!"
>"Oh, is that what you're concerned about?" She instantly fires back with a sly smile
>"Of course, I have only everyone's best interests at heart," you reply as seriously as you can manage
>which isn't much
>"Truly you're the paragon of generosity, so selfless!" Rarity laughs, unable to keep the charade anymore
>"Shush, you."
>you decide to quiet her the only way you know
>by leaning in and giving Rarity a kiss, which she gladly reciprocates


---


>"So what's on the agenda for today, Rares?"
>you've just finished your breakfast, wondering how you'll spend your day
>it feels like it's going to be a lazy weekend
>the sky is overcast, weather chilly, and this is Ponyville
>monster invasions aside nothing really happens here
>"Not much. I've been planning to drop by Fluttershy's, to see how she's doing, and then probably go visit Aloe and Lotus for a spa session in the afternoon," Rarity answers, "the stress as of late has been doing quite a number on my complexion," she complains with a quiet sigh
>"Come on Rarity, you're still as beautiful as always. Besides, I think a wrinkle or two would add to your maturity," you tease
>Rarity practically recoils in horror
>"A wrinkle?! Do not even joke about that!"
>Rarity magically grabs a mirror from another room, quickly inspecting her eyes for any signs of crow's feet
>After assuring herself that she's still looking perfect, she puts the mirror away, turning around to face you, sporting a serious frown
>"We really have to talk about setting up some boundaries very soon," Rarity says with an offended huff
>"Oh come on, you know it's all in good fun," you reply defensively, putting your hands up to your chest
>"Regardless, there are things that should not be joked about."
>"Alright, fine, I apologise," you say, kneeling down to give Rarity a kiss
>she's still trying to be offended, but the affection breaks her frown as a smile creeps back on her face
>"If you want, I can give you a proper deep tissue massage when you get back," you up the ante, cracking your knuckles, "I'll even light the scented candles."
>Rarity purses her lips slightly
>"Hm, I might take you up on that. Very well, I accept your apology."
>crisis averted
>and you will get to have a fun evening with Rarity
>the right touch and the right atmosphere can get her a bit hot and bothered
>Rarity most likely anticipates it as well
>so you have a lot to look forward to, if all goes well


---


>just another day in Ponyville
>Rarity is working on some design of sorts
>you don't have anything to do right now, so you're keeping her a quiet company, reading one of the Shadow Spade mystery novels Rarity owns
>accompanied by the whirring of the sewing machine and Rarity's gentle humming, along with the occasional words she mumbles to herself
>the story itself is not very mysterious or thrilling
>you're not even a third of the way through and you're pretty sure the banker staged the robbery
>but it paints the atmosphere very nicely, it's like you're really in the old fashioned Manehattan
>covering yourself from the rain, leaning against the wall under a marquise with a cigarette, while a pony plays a saxophone on one of the balconies above you
>it's noir cliche as hell, but it has the right amount of flowery language to pull you in
>glancing over to Rarity, you can't help but wonder how fun a life like that of Shadow Spade would be
>you and her, the best private eyes of Equestria
>scumbags everywhere trying to get you, the police force jealous of you, ponies trying to get your help for every lost trinket
>and Rarity would be there, looking dashing as always, saying things like "We'll crack this case wide open!" and other cliche phrases and metaphors
>you laugh at the thought
>Rarity's ears perk up at the sound
>she stops the machine and turns her head to see you still looking at you, the last of the chuckle fading away
>"Something the matter, dear?" She asks in a more curious than worried tone, wanting to get in on the fun
>"Oh, nothing, I'm just imagining what a perfect detective duo we would make," you say, holding up the cover of the book to show her what you've been reading, "solving crimes and spreading justice through Equestria."
>"I know, wouldn't it be absolutely marvelous? I must say I have a great eye for detail, and ooh, helping poor Rainbow Dash that one time in Canterlot was so much fun!" Rarity says with excitement in her voice and a twinkle in her eye, "but while I adore the Shadow Spade series, the truth is it does romanticize the idea quite a lot. The books paint a wonderful picture I can get lost in, but the reality can be much more... bleak, so to speak."
>with that, the excitement is replaced with a twinge of melancholy instead
>"I have been wondering about that, actually. I think that by now I know you well enough to also know you're not reading these just for the detective work and mystery. But the atmosphere is just... spot on, isn't it?"
>"Exactly! It's so exciting and thrilling. With time, and especially after my first Gala, I think I grew out of the romantic fantasies I had as a filly. This... this life of adventure, however, sounds almost idyllic. Helping ponies, making Equestria a better place, living an exciting life... now don't get me wrong, I do like where I am right now, and the adventures I went through with the girls are enough excitement to satisfy me probably for the rest of my life, but sometimes, when I'm working long into the night for a third time in a row to get a commission done... it's nice to fantasize, you know?" Rarity explains with almost dreamy eyes
>hearing her say all that, you're surprised by all the passion that hides behind those words
>you don't really know what to say, but Rarity expects some sort of an answer
>you stall as long as you can, trying to find the proper words of... encouragement?
>what are you even supposed to encourage here?
>it starts to get awkward, so you say the first thing that comes to your mind
>"Then why don't we run away?"
>"What?"
>what?
>"Run away, as in leave all of this behind, forever? The boutique, my friends... my sister? For what, to become... detectives?" Rarity is as surprised as you are, but she's giving it a serious thought
>you can't decide if that's better or worse than if she played it off as a stupid joke
>"Darling, you know I hold you dear, but I'm... I don't think that, uh..."
>Rarity is desperately trying to find the most polite way of telling you that you're an idiot
>time to damage control
>"Well not literally run away, but maybe like close shop for a week and take a trip to Manehattan? We could wander the streets and try to look for people that need help. Wouldn't it be like one of your friendship missions?" You ask, recovering from your pasta problem fairly well
>Rarity releases a breath she didn't know she was holding, visibly more relaxed now that she knows you haven't completely lost your mind
>"Oh thank goodness, for a while I thought... nevermind. I admit your idea does sound enticing, but you know it's never as easy as simply... closing shop. Especially now that there are three of them," Rarity says with a smile of relief on her face
>"Yeah, of course, I get it. But it could be fun, right? You'd be the charming and smart detective, and... I guess I'd be your muscle," you say, not feeling like bragging too much about your wits after that brain short circuit, "just remember it for when you're in need of a change of pace, alright? Because I'm down with that."
>"Mmhm, of course I will. As soon as I have a clear schedule, I promise."


---


>"So, what do you think?"
>Rarity stands in front of you with an expectant look
>she wanted to show you her new hat she's been working on and expects you to give her your opinion
>you, giving a fashion opinion to the most fashionable pony in a 100 mile radius
>you're not sure how you got yourself in this situation, but you sense it is a trap
>Rarity clearly knows by herself whether the hat looks good on her or not
>and she obviously knows whether it's trendy or completely out of style
>so this must clearly be a test
>she's either testing your fashion knowledge and taste, or...
>or you're already supposed to know the hat is not a good pick, and Rarity is curious if you'll be able to tell her that
>there are three or maybe four outcomes that can come from this
>either the hat is indeed nice, you compliment it, and everything is peachy
>or the hat is meant to be terrible, you trash it, and Rarity now respects you for your knowledge of couture along with your honesty
>or you accidentally trash a good hat, making the truth come out that you don't know what the fuck you're talking about
>worst case scenario you compliment the hat when you weren't supposed to, which could make you look insincere and/or stupid
>you're buying yourself time by looking at the hat from various angles
>if your precise calculations are correct, not liking the hat is probably the safer play
>but maybe you can try to figure it out yourself
>for starters, the hat is giant
>ponies tend to like giant hats, from what you noticed
>it fits Rarity's head well, and it has a really long visor
>probably some kind of a summer hat, you assume
>second, it's yellow, which is good
>yellow goes well with purple, you've learned that already
>disliking the hat seems less and less like the better choice
>it fits, it's obviously well made, the colors are fine
>you might actually brain this out
>these big hats usually have some more decoration though, this one is plain
>maybe a pattern, or an ornament, flowers since it's probably a summer hat
>"Well?"
>Rarity's voice brings you out of your musing
>you've been focusing on the hat so deeply you forgot to check on her
>she's been patiently standing in place while you walked around her looking at the hat, but you can't help but notice the slightly suspicious look, complemented by the curiously raised eyebrow
>you can't stall any longer
>listen to your heart
>"It's nice! I like it, actually. I think it could use something more on the crown, so it doesn't feel so plain. Like a ribbon, maybe? Something to add a little more flair, definitely. But I wonder if this is really the best choice for this weather - it can get very windy, and a hat like this would be swept away in no time," you start voicing your thoughts, improvising along the way, "and I think something smaller and heavier would be better, especially to keep you warm. Yeah, the hat's nice, I just think it's not the best time to wear it," you finish, shrugging your shoulders
>now you're bracing yourself for the final verdict
>Rarity looks at you with a blank expression, mouth slightly opened
>you've fucked up, haven't you
>the hat is garbage and now you just embarrassed yourself
>"You..." Rarity says almost breathlessly
>"You're absolutely right, dear! Of course this hat isn't suitable for winter, and it desperately requires some accessories!" She says amusedly, with eyes wide in disbelief
>"My stars, have I been rubbing off on you, or have you secretly been a fashionista the whole time, hm?"
>Rarity giggles at her words, while you release a quiet sigh of relief
>"Yeah, I guess I picked up a few things from you here and there over time," you say, trying to casually play it off
>"Ooooh, that's so adorable! No, really, I am so proud of you!" Rarity basically squeals
>she lifts one of her hooves, looking up at you
>so you kneel down, grab her forelegs in your hands, and let her give you a kiss
>you've earned it


---


>"It's raining."
>"...yes?"
>Rarity pouts
>"Yes! It's raining, and I wanted to spend the day outside, to mingle with ponies, and now I can't!"
>she stomps a hoof for emphasis
>"That is... truly a problem you have there, Rares."
>"What am I supposed to do now? I can't possibly spend the entire day stuck in my boutique!"
>she's practically whining now
>"...you can't?"
>"Of course not! How can you expect me to just sit here doing nothing the whole day? I need to be out there! To inspire ponies, to advertise my fashion, to be in the know! How can I catch up on the latest gossip while stuck here?"
>yeah, Rarity is bored
>you hold back a sigh
>"Then take that weird saddle umbrella and go."
>she's dramatic because of a non-issue
>"Oh, honestly, are you even listening to me? It's raining!"
>for the love of
>"I know, that's what the umbrella is for. To shield you from the rain?"
>"Well obviously, but if it's raining then everypony will be stuck inside like I am, so there won't be anypony to mingle with!"
>okay, now she's just being upset for the sake of being upset
>"You could... pay someone a visit?"
>"What, out of the blue? Not even blue, because it's raining! Who expects guests in this weather?"
>this marshmelodrama is getting ridiculous
>"Well then, what do you wanna do?"
>just a little patience
>"Oh I'm so glad you asked!" Rarity says, now practically beaming with all signs of despair gone
>"How about we get cozy by the fireplace, I'll make some cocoa, and you'll read us a story?"
>so that's what this whole charade was about
>all part of Rarity's masterplan
>though she could've just asked straight away
>"It's not some saccharine fantasy where you'll force me to do the voices, is it?"
>"Oh, not at all! I promise you're going to love it!"
>Rarity perks up at your indirect agreement, grinning victoriously
>you give her a scratch behind her right ear
>"Alright, I'll get the fire started."
>there are worse ways to spend an afternoon than cuddling a pony, you suppose


---


>"I'm ho-o-ome!"
>Rarity's singsong voice rings through the boutique
>so does the door bell, for that matter
>you go downstairs to greet her
>Rarity is in the kitchen, unpacking groceries from two paper bags floating in her grasp
>"Hey, Rarity! How'd your spa date go?" You ask, kneeling down to give her a quick peck on the lips
>you can smell the scented candles and massage oils instead of the usual perfume
>the scents Aloe and Lotus use are specifically chosen by Rarity, but they're happy to oblige their most loyal customer
>and probably generous too, considering the tips Rarity leaves
>"Oh, it was lovely. Convincing Twilight to unwind can be so difficult sometimes, but I think the spa appointments are worked into her schedule now."
>you just silently nod, getting one of the paper bags to help Rarity store the food
>once Rarity runs out of friends to convince to attend the spa with her, she'll turn to you
>and she already managed to break Twilight, so your time comes soon
>"Oh! And we met none other than Rainbow Dash in the spa's reception room," Rarity adds with tangible merriment in her voice
>"Again? What was it this time?"
>"She said she just dropped by to get some preening oils."
>"You know, she has to run out of excuses sooner or later. She can't pretend forever," you say, grinning
>it recently turned out that Dash really enjoys some of the spa treatments, but refuses to admit it
>and while Aloe and Lotus might be the paragons of discreteness, you can't really hide from Rarity at the spa
>Rarity laughs
>"Everypony already knows about how our daredevil likes to be pampered, anyway. Rainbow is absolutely hopeless when she tries to lie under pressure. But you're right, I can't imagine she can keep this up for much longer, especially if we are going to keep running into each other every week.
>"That being said, I feel like wrapping myself in something silky and lying down. Care to join me?"
>you smile
>"I'd love to."
>after a massage, Rarity is always extra susceptible to petting
>it's like a second, lighter massage on top of the deep tissue one she gets at the spa
>especially if you also gently brush her coat with your fingers
>she basically melts in your arms at that
>that's your favorite part of Rarity's spa visits
>when she comes home extra marshmallowy and cuddly
>if the time would allow it, you'd simply lounge on a sofa while caressing Rarity, talking about whatever
>small talk, gossip, plans for next week
>it's a form of meditation for you
>idly listening to Rarity talk about various topics, listening to her giddy voice when she gets excited and enjoying the playful intonations
>it is the perfect symbiosis, Rarity can talk for hours, and you want to listen for hours
>you shake your head to wake yourself from daydreaming, heading back upstairs
>no need to daydream when your dream is about to come true


---


>bedtime o'clock in the Carousel Boutique
>you're lying in bed on your side, one arm over Rarity, keeping her close to your body
>Rarity is already asleep, and you're dozing off as well
>that is until Rarity suddenly murmurs
>"...yellow..."
>"Hm?" Is all you say, not fully registering what Rarity has just said
>"...doesn't go with the scarf..."
>you perk up a little, lightly squeezing Rarity's midsection
>she lets out a soft whine
>"What do you mean?"
>"...if it arrives late, I won't..."
>you can't quite make out what she's saying
>"If what arrives late?"
>Rarity shifts her body an inch
>"...the ensemble... make adjustments..."
>you're finally awake enough to realize you've been trying to hold a conversation with a sleeping pony
>Rarity's eyes are still closed, but she's apparently in a conversation of her own
>"...will it do?"
>there seems to be a fashion crisis in dreamland
>you smile to yourself
>"I'm sure it will," you whisper, deciding to have some fun
>after your response, Rarity makes a worried noise
>it's like a mix of a sigh and a squeak
>"...enough silk... could try crimson..."
>she stirs a bit, stretching her back leg, pushing it against you
>"Crimson sounds lovely," you continue the conversation
>Rarity smiles, humming affirmatively
>which leaves you wondering if your feedback reflects in her dream, or what exactly she's dreaming about
>the next minute Rarity doesn't say anything intelligible, but she still keeps chatting
>and as cute as it is, you'd like to get some shut eye as well
>so you make yourself comfortable again, still smiling at the arrangement of cute little noises Rarity keeps making
>until she suddenly tenses up under your arm and turns quiet
>a few seconds later she slowly starts inching away from your grasp, getting out of bed
>"Everything okay, Rarity?" You ask, more curious than worried
>Rarity freezes at the unexpected sound of your voice
>"Oh! Terribly sorry I woke you up, dear. Everything's fine, I just... well, inspiration hit me, and I wanted to get my sketchbook to write some ideas down before I forget them," she says in a quiet, apologetic tone
>"Came to you in a dream, hm?" You ask, despite already knowing the answer
>"Yes. I dreamt about being in my boutique in Canterlot, and... I don't recall why exactly, but I've been designing something in a hurry, and I thought of this wonderful skirt that could be a great start for my next collection!" Rarity explains, almost dreamily
>except for the fact that she's actually awake and not dreaming anymore, of course
>you let her rush off into her inspiration room to draw her designs
>soon the light bleeding into the bedroom turns off again, and Rarity comes back with a content smile on her face
>as she climbs back into bed, you ask her
>"I don't suppose the skirt was crimson red, was it?"
>Rarity, now lying down facing you, gleefully answers
>"Yes! I have an idea on how to combine it with some softer shades, and-" her excitement turns into shocked curiosity, as her wide eyes, only a few inches away from yours, stare at you almost suspiciously
>"How ever did you know that?" She squeaks, surprised
>you smile and lean in to leave a kiss on her slightly scrunched snout
>"Some very pretty unicorn told me."


---


>a few days ago, Rarity had received a letter from Canterlot
>the Carousel faced some issues with a particular needy customer who refused to deal with Sassy Saddles, so she asked, or more accurately pleaded, for help
>so you and Rarity took a trip to Canterlot
>Rarity settled whatever issue with the designs there was
>since you didn't want to take the night train, you've decided to stay overnight in the Canterlot Carousel
>to make the night more fun, you both agreed to go out and see the city's nightlife
>Canterlot is significantly busier than Ponyville, but also a lot more...
>Rarity would call it sophisticated, but you find stuck up to be more fitting
>you didn't feel like attending a formal event
>luckily for you, Rarity wasn't in the mood for networking either
>you ended up in a restaurant a few blocks away from the main boulevard
>far enough for the atmosphere to be more casual, but still close enough to have live music playing and very polite service strict on etiquette
>while you were waiting for your food to arrive, you mostly entertained yourselves with small talk, both enjoying a glass of wine
>the walls of the restaurant were decorated with paintings, but most of them were abstract art that didn't really catch your eye
>except for one further in the back
>it featured Canterlot, except it looked much smaller than how it looked nowadays
>most importantly, there was no castle
>some spires, presumably a watch tower, and most of the old town that is now Canterlot's main square, but the castle on the face of the mountain was blatantly missing
>"...these are always the worst clients. They don't know what they want, but they know exactly what they don't want," Rarity said with a small huff, as you shifted your attention back to her
>you offered a sympathetic smile
>even if you didn't pay attention you were able to guess what her rant was about
>"A bit for your thoughts?" Rarity asked, your lack of attention to the conversation too obvious to sneak past her
>"I've been just taking in the decor of this place, and I noticed the painting over there," you said, nodding in its general direction
>Rarity turned around to follow your gaze
>"It's a picture of Canterlot, but the castle isn't there, and it made me wonder why."
>Rarity gave the painting a quick look before turning back towards you
>"That's because there was no castle when it was painted. Or rather when the original was, as I doubt this is the real one."
>that made you raise your eyebrow
>"So the original painting is like a thousand years old?" You asked with a hint of disbelief
>"Around that time, yes. I think the original is in the Royal Gallery Archives. It depicts Canterlot at the time of Luna's rebellion, but it's not clear when exactly it was painted. Back then, Canterlot was just another small city barely on the map of Equestria. Only later, after the banishment of Nightmare Moon, had Celestia decided to make Canterlot the new capital, and build a new castle here," Rarity explained, "in fact, you can see the solar eclipse on that painting. That is also why the original painting is so treasured."
>after hearing Rarity's words you immediately noticed the eclipse, feeling a bit embarrassed for missing it at first
>before you managed to say anything, the waiter brought you your order
>you continued the conversation about the history of Canterlot while eating, but Rarity didn't know much more, admitting that Twilight would be the best pony to ask, considering she grew up in Canterlot, and that, well, she's Twilight
>after the meal you shared another toast with Rarity, finishing your glasses and ordering another round
>"But it is lovely here, isn't it dear?" Rarity asked, looking around to breathe in the atmosphere
>"It is very nice here, indeed," you said, before a grin crept on your face, "but then again, I think that might be because of my company."
>Rarity suppressed a chuckle at your not very clever attempt at a flirty compliment
>but her cheeks had flushed a bit anyway
>you decided to blame the wine, which you deemed to be very interesting at the moment, using it as the perfect distraction to stop you from saying anything else
>Rarity nonchalantly played it off
>you continued to talk for roughly the next half hour
>the second glass of wine was soon followed by a third
>Rarity was beginning to act slightly tipsy
>her hooves gesticulated with more passion and her voice started to sound more conspiratory when sharing some latest gossip she had heard
>this continued up until she gigglesnorted at some lame joke you said
>Rarity suddenly realized her current state, hiding her mouth behind her hooves
>you gave her an amused look as she tried to regain her composure
>"Well... I think it's about time we head back to the Boutique," Rarity said, clearing her throat
>you nodded in silent agreement
>a few minutes later, you were both on the way home
>Rarity was walking close to you, sometimes brushing against your leg, but you decided not to question whether for warmth or balance
>eventually you both made it to the upper floor of the Canterlot Carousel, which had a simple bedroom prepared for when Rarity had to stay in Canterlot for longer than a day
>you both cuddled up under the sheets, shared a goodnight kiss
>and then a few more
>eventually the exhaustion claimed you both, however
>so with one hand on Rarity's chest and her back warming your body, you drifted to sleep


---


>you're watching Rarity work
>she's currently fitting a dress on a poneyquin
>she seems to concentrate on some small details on the dress while simultaneously levitating around her a pincushion, some threads, a needle and some sort of a fabric color palette
>she's basically juggling several items in her magic
>all while humming a familiar melody
>dresshorse is in her zone, and she radiates nonchalant elegance
>it's quite calming to watch
>when she's satisfied with the fixing she did, she moves back to the sewing machine, setting all her things on the table and freeing them from her magical grasp
>"How does it feel doing all the multitasking?" You ask, deciding now is an acceptable time to interrupt
>"Pardon?" Rarity answers, shifting her focus from the fabrics to you, looking at you questioningly through her glasses, but with a warm smile nonetheless
>"I mean, just now you were floating like five different things in the air, using all of them. Do you have to focus on each one, is it hard to do? Is it like doing circles with one hand... or hoof, and squares with the other?"
>Rarity knits her eyebrows at the question, quietly thinking about it
>"Hm, that's difficult to explain to someone who doesn't have magic," Rarity finally says after a while, mulling her words over. "It's not very hard to do it, no. Holding something with my magic is like holding it in my hooves. I have to focus on the movement, but once I hold it, I can leave it there. Does that make sense?"
>"But you're not simply holding all those things, are you? I saw you moving them just now."
>"Well, yes, but it's always just one or two things at a time," Rarity explains, "moving more than that in different patterns requires a lot of coordination and focus. It's usually too much effort, it's easier to carry things manually."
>you nod, thinking
>"Would you mind if we tried it out, like a little experiment?"
>Rarity smiles in agreement
>"Of course, dear. Once I'm finished with this dress, I'm all yours."
>"So, what was it you wanted to try?"
>Rarity finished her work on the dress
>you look up from the book you're reading while lounging on the chaise longue
>she's standing next to you, waiting expectantly
>she's also in the perfect height for you to gently run your hand across her cheek
>Rarity leans into it ever so slightly, letting out a satisfied hum
>"I've thought about it. You said that moving things in different ways is difficult. So, what about, let's say, writing your name with three pencils at once?"
>cupping Rarity's cheek is nice, but keeping your arm extended like that hurts
>so you pull it back and sit up straight, making space for Rarity
>she accepts the unspoken invitation, climbing on the sofa and sitting down
>"That should be easy enough," Rarity answers after a moment
>"Care to try it?" You ask, nodding towards the nearby coffee table
>on it lie the necessary tools you prepared ahead of time
>a small stack of papers and a bunch of pencils
>Rarity starts channeling her magic, picking up one sheet and three pencils and flying them over to her
>lining up all three pencils directly under each other, she starts signing the paper, thrice
>the autographs come out identical, down to the little curl under the "y"
>Rarity smiles with satisfaction
>"See? Since I give all three pencils the same force in the same direction, it's really no trouble at all."
>"Okay, so how about... let's do something basic. A circle, a square and a triangle?"
>Rarity frowns slightly
>"Now that is trickier, but it should still be fairly easy. You know, this reminds me of all the levitation and concentration exercises I was taught as a foal," she says, giggling, "my mother would always make me spin something around while moving something else up and down, with the latter not being allowed to rotate. Usually I practiced with pillows, because, well... accidents happened," she says with a slight wince at the memory
>"Accidents?"
>"Yes, like when you focus on the spinning pillow too much and the other one starts falling, so you hurriedly try to catch it, but accidentally use too much magic, sending it flying away straight into your mother's face... accidents," Rarity explains with a forced smile
>"Uh huh. I think now I can see why the pillows, yes," you answer, suppressing your laugh at the image of young Rarity accidentally smashing her mom in her face
>"Well! Let's get back to drawing shapes, shall we?" Rarity quickly redirects the conversation before you can say anything else
>she arranges the pencils in a horizontal line, and gets to drawing
>since it's just a couple basic movements, she's done immediately
>"So... which one was supposed to be the square?" You ask, the amusement in your voice obvious as you inspect the paper
>on it is an oval and two trapezoids
>"I... wasn't concentrating properly, it seems," Rarity says, her voice pitched higher with embarrassment
>"Guess I'm lucky I didn't ask you to do levitating exercises, hm?" You say teasingly
>Rarity scrunches her snout at that, her eyes burning a hole into the paper, her cheeks blushing lightly
>you laugh shortly, putting an arm over her and pulling her towards you, giving her a kiss on her still reddening cheek, followed with a quick nuzzle
>"Relax, I'm just playing. You can try again, properly this time," you say to the flustered unicorn
>Rarity draws in a deep breath, lines up the pencils again, and closes her eyes
>as she breathes out the air, the pencils start moving
>soon after, Rarity opens her eyes and can't help but let out a tiny squeak at the sight of the three perfect geometric shapes
>"Now that's how it's done!" she exclaims
>you tighten your arm around her a bit, stroking her forelegs, wearing a prideful smile
>your little marshmallow can draw a square


---


>your sickness is relentless
>this is your third day of being under the weather with no signs of progress
>it leaves you wondering if horse flus are somehow more potent on humans
>even getting up to take a piss is pain as all your joints make themselves known with throbbing ache
>the headache itself isn't helping any
>when Rarity saw you downtrodden like that for the first time, she immediately went to the doctor
>he couldn't really do much more than just shrug
>recommending bed rest and something to bring down your fever, waiting it out, was the only advice he could give
>so that's what you do
>luckily for you, you have the greatest and prettiest nurse in Equestria
>Rarity always made sure you're drinking enough water, taking your medicine on time, that the room is neither too stuffy nor too cold
>you stocked up on books to read to pass the time, but the letters started getting blurry and only make your head hurt even more after a couple hours
>you tried getting some shut eye, which only taught you just how real fever dreams are
>so you're stuck in this limbo where you can't really do anything
>getting up to do any work or god forbid go outside is unacceptable
>as sweet as Rarity is, she's also overprotective, and would probably cure you by murdering you if you dared to stick even a foot out the door
>speaking of, the door to the bedroom starts slowly opening
>behind it, a curious light blue eye peeks at you
>seeing that you're awake, Rarity walks in
>"So, how is my favorite patient doing?" She asks in an uplifting tone
>"Pretty shi- uh... not really any better," you say, clearing your throat
>Rarity walks closer to your bed, inspecting you
>"Oh my. You're still burning up," she says after putting a hoof on your forehead
>you try to answer, but instead let out only a croak while setting off a coughing fit
>"Are you sure you still don't want anything for the cough?" Rarity asks, concern written on her face
>"Rare, darling, it's onions with honey. I don't care if it cured entire generations of ponies. I'll rather take my chances without it."
>Rarity frowns at this
>"It's really not as bad as you think, and it always worked marvelously for me. But, since you insist... anything else I can get you?"
>"Mm, no, thanks. I've been trying to get some sleep, but it's practically impossible. I keep waking up," you say, omitting the nightmares
>Rarity would probably go as far as finding some sort of a dream catcher if she knew
>instead, she just smiles for herself a bit, leaning over for a cheek nuzzle
>"I might have a remedy for that," she says, not explaining any further, as she gives you a light kiss and walks away
>you're left wondering if she doesn't actually already have a dream catcher stashed somewhere
>in a few minutes she comes back, with her horn glowing
>behind her enter a bunch of scented candles, her sleeping mask and an assortment of threads and fabrics
>she lights up one of the candles, putting it on the bedside table, while levitating the mask to you
>"Be a dear and put this on, hm?" Rarity requests
>her voice sounds innocent, but you're still wondering whether you're about to end up in some freaky bondage situation
>you obey anyway, putting it on and making yourself comfortable
>Rarity rustles around you for a while, until the noises stop somewhere in front of you
>you can't help but peek a little
>Rarity is lying on a couple pillows next to the bed, stitching something together
>she notices your look, and smiles at you
>"Try to get some sleep, okay?"
>you nod, covering your eyes again, breathing in the flowery smell of the candle
>and soon enough, Rarity starts humming
>it's a slow, calming melody, possibly a lullaby
>you can't help but smile as you focus onto that sweet, soft voice
>it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep
>you don't remember what you dreamed about, but you didn't wake up in cold sweat this time


---


>you've been out on a quick errand with Rarity
>she needed to order some supplies, so you decided to go out for lunch as well
>Rarity took the opportunity to wear her new short dress as well
>you enjoyed a nice meal together, talking about weekend plans, gossiping a little
>Rarity was sitting next to you so she could cuddle up
>when you were done with your food, you decided to feed Rarity her salad
>childish, but she played along, so you had fun
>when you were ready to head back home, you realized the weather patrol overdid their midday drizzle
>it wasn't raining anymore, but you could still see the water slowly flowing down the street
>Rarity was devastated
>wearing her brand new design and immediately ruining it by having to go through puddles of mud was too cruel for her
>so you took the only way out of this predicament
>without even asking, you bent down, grabbing her chest with both of your arms and lifting her up
>you suppressed a groan when you realized she's not in fact made of marshmallow
>Rarity only managed to squeak in surprise, demanding that you put her back down
>you paid her no mind, instead putting one arm under her hind legs for support while keeping her close to your chest with the other
>Rarity was visibly flustered, swishing her tail, as you walked out into the street carrying a fabulously dressed adult pony
>the blush on her face as ponies kept turning their heads told the full story
>but as you were getting closer to the boutique, Rarity's resolution to be angry started faltering
>she eventually accepted her fate and leaned under your chin, enjoying the ride
>when you carefully put her down on the clean floors of the boutique, you managed to get a giggle out of her
>Rarity gave you a kiss and thanks for saving her dress
>before she pulled you closer with her magic grabbing the collar of your shirt, warning you to never do that again
>you could see the corners of her lips strained, trying to be serious
>but you knew her true feelings


---


>it's another cozy evening in Ponyville
>the sun has already set, you're enjoying the warmth of your home with your filled coffee mug, looking out the window to watch the snow fall
>Rarity is in the bathroom having a shower
>you enjoy the light sounds of her singing that passes through the doors
>eventually the water stops, and after a few more minutes Rarity finally leaves the bathroom to join you
>you move away from the window and make yourself comfortable on the couch
>"Nothing like a hot shower to ease all the tense muscles, don't you think?" Rarity says with a relaxed sigh, walking towards you
>"I can think of a few better ways," you answer while cracking your knuckles
>Rarity lets out a soft hum
>"Would you care to demonstrate, dear?"
>she climbs up and sits down on her hooves, facing away from you
>you scoot a little closer and start running your hand along the back of her head
>as you begin gently scratching her coat as well, Rarity starts to visibly relax, seemingly sinking into the couch a bit
>you can smell the lavender scent from her mane, which is still slightly wet and flows freely down without any of the usual curls
>Rarity turns her head down a bit to give you better access as you focus on her neck
>"Everytime I spend the whole day sewing, my neck locks up," she complains, "it gets so stiff it starts hurting when I turn my head. I've tried to do exercises to prevent this, but I always forget until it's too late once I get in the zone."
>her speech is occasionally interrupted with soft groans when you dig into her muscles a bit more
>you decide to turn it up a notch
>holding her still with your palms just above her forelegs, you start working your thumbs into her muscles
>switching between simple downward movements along her crest and small circular motions
>Rarity voices her satisfaction with a husky purr
>she guides your fingers further with more groans and hums, leaning against one or the other hand to signify where she wants your attention next
>you keep at it for a minute or two until her neck doesn't feel as stiff anymore
>then you move on to her shoulders, mostly only softly pushing your fingers together and moving them down to her elbows
>"Hold on, let me just..." Rarity interrupts as she suddenly gets up
>you let her readjust herself, stroking her back along her spine all the way to her tail
>she shivers slightly at that, before lying down again, but this time on her back
>it's a bit clumsy in the limited space, but she manages to pull it off and still look graceful anyway
>then she smiles, stretching one foreleg towards you
>"Please, do proceed," she politely orders you
>you smile back, slightly nervous
>necks you understand, but pony forelimbs are a bit more complicated
>you'll have to wing it and learn on the fly
>you grab her hoof in one hand as you slowly start to rub the other against the muscles on her forearm
>this doesn't seem to elicit any response from Rarity, so you move your hand closer to her hoof
>only when you get to the hoof itself does she let out a happy noise as she rests her head on the sofa and closes her eyes
>hoof massage it is
>you keep supporting her hoof in one hand while gently rubbing the sole with two fingers from the other
>you're not aware of any pressure points or sensitive spots, so you take it slowly and carefully
>sometimes you scratch the tip of her hoof as well just to switch things up
>Rarity seems to be zoning out, so you're doing something right at least
>after a minute, she pulls her leg closer to her body, softly bopping you with the other instead
>you skip all the fore(leg)play and focus on the hoof straight away
>repeating the movements until Rarity is satisfied
>she stretches her legs a bit, releasing a sigh that turns halfway into a yawn
>"You've been absolutely marvelous darling," she says with a smile, her eyes still closed. "Come closer. You deserve a kiss for your services."
>you obey, leaning down to meet her pursed lips
>Rarity giggles after you give her your well earned kiss, too comfortable and tired to do anything else
>you smile to yourself at the sight
>grabbing your mug, you lean into the sofa
>you take a sip of your coffee, grimacing when you realize it's barely lukewarm now
>you aim your displeased frown at the unicorn responsible for this, but it quickly fades away when you take in her sight
>her mane and tail still flowing down in strands, swirling on the floor while her legs are folded against her belly
>she's going to have a serious case of bed hair if she plans to stay like this
>you wonder how she can even be comfortable like this


---


>it's late afternoon and you're getting back home
>the sun has already set due to the shorter winter days
>as you enter the Boutique, you hear Rarity frantically galloping upstairs, as the stomping sound of her hooves resonates throughout the ground floor
>you wonder if there's some emergency
>you pick up the distinct sound of furniture being moved around
>at first you guessed at Rarity being overly dramatic
>again
>but then you'd also hear her cry, whine and wail
>the more you think it over the more suspicious it seems
>you move towards the stairs, wanting to see what the ruckus is about
>"Rarity, I'm home!" You announce yourself, to make sure you don't accidentally scare her and make things worse
>the first response you get is a loud crashing noise, which makes you rush up the stairs
>"I'll be down there in a moment, dear!" Rarity shouts out, thinking you're still somewhere downstairs
>you see her quickly exiting the bedroom, squeaking in surprise when she sees you climbing the stairs
>she hastily shuts the door close and stands next to it, slightly out of breath, her pupils half the usual size
>"Darling! You're home already!" She exclaims, trying to regain composure after realizing how stressed she looks
>"Yeah. Yeah I am. Mind telling me what is happening in there?" You ask, pointing at the door Rarity is guarding.
>"Nothing! I was... uh..." Rarity stares at the ceiling, very obviously trying to find an excuse, "I couldn't find a gem for a dress and I wanted to check if it's not under the bed, haha!"
>she forces a smile, while you only raise an eyebrow
>Rarity always keeps her gems organized in chests and cases, and she has them all counted
>there's exactly zero percent chance that a gem would somehow stumble under your bed
>"Why don't you go prepare some tea, so you can tell me all about your day? I'll just, uh, put everything in order and join you down there in a minute," Rarity not-so-subtly suggests, her fake grin widening an extra inch
>this is bullshit, and you think Rarity knows that you know that
>she appears resolute, and though you could simply barge into the room, you don't feel like picking a fight
>after a moment of silence, you shrug and go back downstairs, leaving Rarity to do whatever it is she was doing
>you'll ask her later what it was all about
>Rarity quickly runs into your bedroom again, and from the kitchen you can still faintly hear the stomping accompanied by a wide range of other noises
>after a couple minutes it gets quiet, and soon enough Rarity joins you for tea
>you obviously inquire about what you witnessed five minutes ago, but Rarity keeps dodging the question, telling you that you'll find out soon enough
>she manages to steer the conversation into small talk
>she's really good at doing that
>when you've retold the events of the day to each other, Rarity stands up from the kitchen table, looking back at you
>"Well? Are you not curious anymore?"
>truthfully, for a while you completely forgot about the bedroom fiasco
>right now you're more put off by Rarity's sultry tone and her teasingly swishing tail
>"Yeah, of course I am. Now more than ever," you answer after you recover from your bewilderment
>Rarity only giggles as you get up and start following her
>you can't help but stare a little at her hips swaying as she goes up the stairs
>she's putting extra effort into it, which leaves you confused, but undeniably also excited
>as you approach the bedroom door, Rarity gives you one last half-lidded look, with a lip bite to seal the deal, and then opens the door
>immediately the smell of scented candles hits you
>the drapes are covering the window, and instead all the light comes from at least a dozen candles across the room
>there are new silk sheets on the bed, lightly sprinkled with rose petals
>you walk in, taking in the sight
>there's a mirror above the bed now, that's new
>you turn around to say something to Rarity, though you're not yet sure what
>but as you look towards the door, you realize Rarity is already standing next to you
>reared up
>she lays her weight into you, effectively pouncing you onto the bed
>this sends a few petals flying into the air and off the bed
>she keeps your chest pinned with her body, leaning into a deep kiss while closing the door with her magic
>you run your hand through her mane, pushing her head closer
>it takes a couple seconds until you break away again
>"I guess now I know what all the noise was. Why, though?" You can't help but ask, despite the fear of ruining the moment
>"Do I really need a profound reason why? I just wanted to enjoy a nice night together. To give you a fun night to remember," Rarity smiles, following up with another kiss
>you're okay with that
>something tells you that you'll definitely remember this night for quite some time


---


>you're sitting outside the Ponyville Café, enjoying a large espresso
>alone
>Rarity was supposed to meet you here about 15 minutes ago, right after she stopped by Twilight to return some book that was overdue
>judging by her absence, it probably didn't go well
>just as you're thinking about finishing your coffee and going to the castle, you spot Rarity trotting towards you from across the street
>she looks disgruntled, but still gives you a warm smile as she's approaching your table
>"Terribly sorry for being late, darling."
>you stand up and crouch slightly to give Rarity a quick kiss, which she exaggerates with a loud mwah
>then she gets to her side of the table and hops on the stool, glancing around and gently nodding at the waiter
>"Twilight held you up?" You ask, albeit unnecessarily, because Rarity was about to rant anyways
>"Ugh, honestly! One would imagine she would be busier now as a princess to pester ponies about returning books. It was only a week late! I gave it to her, apologized, and she was all 'Don't worry Rarity, of course I won't give you a fine! By the way, would you like to hear about the new sorting system I'm working on for the library?', and how could I say no?" She says with light irritation in her tone, stopping to grumble for a while as the waiter got to your table
>she orders her usual latte with cinnamon, waits for the waiter to leave while aggressively scrunching and then draws a second breath
>you're just in for the ride, not saying anything
>"I miss when Twilight was socially clueless sometimes. She had me cornered, and so I had to listen to how her new ordering works and how it might make finding books whole five percent faster and so on for half an hour. She knew very well what she was doing. I would have rather paid the two bit fine," she sighs, finally starting to wind down
>the schadenfreude overwhelms you and you can't help but laugh
>"Enjoying laughing at my suffering, dear?" Rarity asks in a playfully offended tone, flicking her mane, "maybe next time I should send you instead, so you can hear about lovely Twilight's opinion on the proper temperature for a library, among other things."
>you put your hands up in defense
>"Hey, it wasn't me who borrowed the book in the first place. I always return mine on time," you retort with a smirk
>"Yes, well, sometimes a relationship isn't only about sharing all the nice things. Actually, I'm sure Twilight has an entry on that in her Friendship Journal. Perhaps you could pay her a visit right now and ask, while she's still in a talkative mood," Rarity teases back, before the waiter interrupts once again, bringing Rarity her coffee
>"Ooh, thank you," she says with a gentle smile, levitating the cup closer
>"I'm fine, thanks, I'll take your word for it," is all you say, out of witty replies
>"Mm, of course," Rarity replies in a sarcastic tone
>she then takes a sip of her latte, savoring the taste for a while before continuing
>"Anyway, I've ran into Pinkie on the way to-" she cuts herself short, her eyes focusing on the milk foam on her snout, her lips still stuck in their slightly pursed position
>she reaches with her magic for a napkin to wipe it off, but you take the opportunity to reach out with your arm, smoothly wiping the foam from her snout with your finger
>Rarity recoils a little in surprise, following your finger as you lick it clean
>you see her look in confusion as she can't decide whether to act upset at this indignant act or laugh it off
>she goes with hiding her snout behind the napkin to clean the rest off
>you think you can see hints of a smile, though
>and maybe you're just imagining it, but a light blush as well
>this was stupid, but you managed to throw her off and make her forget what she was trying to say
>that has to count for something, right?


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>you just got home from your afternoon stroll
>you haven't returned empty-handed, carrying a small bag with five apples in it
>well, only four now, as you started eating one on the way to the boutique
>after you ran into Applejack at the market, you've been persuaded that a couple apples would make for a great snack
>she was right, the apples were pretty sweet
>you pop your head into the living room, seeing Rarity lounging on a sofa, drawing something into her sketchbook
>"Hey, Rarity, catch!" you say instead of a greeting, biting into the apple and with your now free hand grabbing another one from the bag
>Rarity turns her head, looking at you questioningly
>you lob the apple slowly towards her, and she envelopes it in her magic mid-air, slowing it and levitating it closer
>"Thank you, dear. I must admit I was getting kind of peckish," she says, floating the apple next to her head so it can undergo a rigorous inspection
>"You're welcome. Applejack says hi," you say, taking another bite out of the apple, "she, uh, convinced me to take a few. Probably had a slow day."
>Rarity smiled at that, lightly stepping off the sofa, heading towards the kitchen
>"That always happens after cider season. Everypony gets tired of apples for the following week or two," she explains, brushing her coat against you as she passes you
>"Mmhm," is all you say, not wanting to talk with a full mouth
>until a thought strikes you
>"Wait, where are you going with that?" You ask, turning around to see Rarity turn the faucet on, rinsing the apple in the water
>"Whatever do you mean?" Rarity asks back, puzzled, "I only want to eat this lovely apple you just gave me."
>after the apple is judged to be clean enough, Rarity grabs a kitchen knife in her magic, slicing the apple into quarters
>"Yeah, so just eat it. It's an apple, it doesn't grow underground like a carrot. You pick it from a tree and you eat it, that's all."
>"I will generously glance over your suggestion to eat dirty apples," Rarity says gracefully, her accent very careful, patient smile on her face, "but what about the core?"
>you're fully aware where this is going
>you know it's unnecessary
>but you decide to continue anyway
>as Rarity carves precise curves into the quartered apple to get rid of the core and its seeds, you patiently wait for her to look back at you
>when she does, you maintain eye contact and assertively take another bite out of your dirty apple, chewing exaggeratedly
>Rarity doesn't budge either, sporting an amused smirk
>you swallow the bite down after a few seconds
>"You can eat the apple whole, you know. Or just eat around the core, if you so desire."
>"The core is not tasty, and honestly, do you expect me to nibble around it? That would stain my coat, and apple juice is sticky!" she retorts, levitating one slice of the apple to her mouth, taking a gentle bite, still keeping eye contact with a determined stare
>"And besides, you don't eat oranges whole either, you peel them and eat individual slices," she adds before eating another bit of the apple slice
>"You're literally comparing apples to oranges right now! Apples are apples, Rarity, and you eat them whole! Applejack eats them whole, and she's the biggest expert on apples possibly in all of Equestria!"
>you don't want to really eat the core, because you don't enjoy the taste, but now you have a point to prove
>"I mean no disrespect to sweet Applejack, but she can be a bit... uncouth in her ways, sometimes. But just because others are, doesn't mean I have to lower my standards," she says, finishing the second slice and grabbing another from the kitchen countertop
>you somehow managed to get yourself in this apple standoff
>you're not even sure how or why, but it's a thing now
>as you start working on the core from the bottom, you immediately regret the decisions that got you here
>neither of you moves, looking each other in the eyes
>at least you can get lost in those and forget the taste
>you try to hold back from grimacing after each bite
>Rarity has no problems finishing her apple, discarding the sliced off core into the trash bin
>she's still watching you, except now the smirk has grown into a full shit-eating grin as she watches you struggle
>"What's the matter, dear? I thought you enjoyed eating apples whole?"
>you finally get to work on the last bite
>at this point you're getting numb to the taste
>you swallow and concede defeat, walking towards the sink to wash the unpleasant taste out
>"Let me remind you that you started this," Rarity smugly adds, "perhaps now you'll understand."
>you grumble for yourself, stepping away from the sink and picking up the smug pony
>you crane your neck to give her a noseboop, followed by a kiss
>that wipes the smug smirk off her face
>you can still taste the sweet apple from her lips as you carry her back to the living room
>she won this one, whatever 'this one' was about
>and winners get ear scratches


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>"Wake up, dearest!"
>what is this sweet, soft voice interrupting your sleep
>it's surely way too early to wake up
>you groan in disapproval, turning to lie on your side, away from the sing-song voice
>the voice giggles at that, and the sound of hoofsteps carries it closer to the side of your bed
>"Come on, sleepyhead. Breakfast is ready!"
>the voice relentlessly continues
>so you turn back again, opening your eyes
>and there stands Rarity
>her forelegs resting on the mattress
>her mouth in a faint smile, her head tilted down slightly to make her beautiful blue eyes stand out more
>you stare deeply into her eyes, enjoying the cute and somewhat coy look Rarity is giving you
>"Five more minutes?" you ask, booping Rarity on the nose
>she's so determined she doesn't even scrunch up a little, shaking her head instead
>the snooze button didn't work
>"You've already had more than that. Now come on, before it gets cold!"
>with those words, she trots away again, presumably into the kitchen
>you vaguely recall visions of Rarity waking you up when she got up
>considering Rarity's morning routine, that must have been at least half an hour ago
>oh well, it can't be helped then
>you stretch with a yawn, finally getting out of the bed and heading into the bathroom to make yourself presentable
>a few minutes later, you join Rarity for breakfast
>she's already waiting at the table, which she also set
>the scent of cinnamon already hints at what you're about to eat, and looking at the table confirms your suspicions
>Rarity likes a healthy breakfast for herself, so you're having oatmeal, with cinnamon and an assortment of fresh fruits
>and while it's good to start the day, you wouldn't mind having pancakes again sometime soon
>but that means getting up before Rarity to make the breakfast yourself, and that hasn't happened for quite a while
>maybe when she starts working late into the night again


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>it's been a lazy day
>Rarity tended to the shop through most of it, taking a few orders for custom dresses, fitting another one for a customer
>no weird events, no disasters, no surprises
>just a completely regular Wednesday
>a lunch break at noon, cleaning up at three o'clock, closing the shop shortly afterwards
>you joined her for her errand run around Ponyville
>buy some food, toiletries, see if anything interesting is on the market
>drop by the Corner for a muffin, small talk with familiar ponies
>take the longer route through the park back home
>get into an innocent argument about your refusal to do pony yoga
>it just doesn't work on a human body, Rarity
>get home, make some tea
>relax on the couch
>let Rarity cuddle with you
>pretend to not notice how she's angling herself for scratches
>talk about any topic that comes up
>or simply enjoy the comfortable silence
>get up eventually even if neither of you want to, because you still have to eat something
>have dinner
>offer to clean the dishes and let Rarity to her creative work
>check up on her before bedtime
>talk her out of doing just one more of whatever she's currently working on
>wait until Rarity joins you in your bed
>hug her closely to you, ruffling her coat as you caress her chest
>enjoy the sounds of her faux-protest that turns into laughter
>gently move the hair out of her face to give her a goodnight kiss
>let her magic turn off the lights
>keep spooning her
>let Rarity clutch your arm in her hooves as her soft snoring fills the room
>just a completely regular Wednesday


---


>the Gala is coming up in a few months, and the nobles are looking for dresses following the latest fashion trends
>nothing is older than yesterday's fashion, and the Canterlot snobs are in all honesty a giant circlejerk
>you didn't explain what that meant to Rarity, because she's too pure
>nonetheless, Rarity now has a big enough renomé that ponies are specifically asking for her designs
>which means she's under a heavy workload and quite a lot of stress
>she can get a bit snappy when frustrated, so your job is to make sure everything is running smoothly with minimal interruptions
>that one time she barked at you when you brought her coffee but didn't put a coaster under the cup
>she immediately started apologizing
>you pulled her into a hug, letting her vent while she rested her head on your shoulder
>she was tripping over her words, telling you that she didn't mean to
>and you just slowly caressed her, reassuring her that you understand
>Rarity kept repeating that she's sorry, and how all the stress keeps building in her with no way out
>she broke down and started crying
>so you let her get it all out while consoling her
>she complained about the orders, and how demanding and sometimes almost impossible some of the specifications are
>until she went full circle back to her recent outburst
>at that point you pulled away slightly, only to pull her closer in and silence her in a surefire way, with a kiss
>reminding her again that it's okay, you wiped the tears from her face
>you held her head in your hands, leaving her no choice but to look at you, as you told her that you're positive that things will work out fine
>and that you believe that if there's a single pony who can handle this, it's her
>you gave Rarity your best reassuring smile and saw her calm down slightly
>she smiled back after a short while, pulling you back into a quick hug with a word of thanks
>now that Rarity vented her stress, she was ready to tackle her work again
>your job was done


---


>you don't know when exactly Rarity went to bed
>but when you woke up with the morning light, your marshmallow was holding your arm between her hooves
>you looked her over, carefully sliding your arm from her grasp
>Rarity made a dissatisfied noise at that, reaching out with her legs, trying to find your warmth again
>she tangled herself in the covers instead, still fast asleep
>you couldn't help but notice that her mane was still unkempt, which means she went straight to bed without grooming herself
>and Rarity going to bed frazzled basically signifies a crisis
>not much you can do, however
>you can be her emotional support, but as for the actual work, Rarity handling everything on her own with her magic is much faster than communicating orders to let you do them
>so you need to be the best emotional support you can
>starting with breakfast
>and since this is an emergency, Rarity's diet has to take a break
>better now than if she doesn't succeed and binges on several tubs of ice cream
>judging by how knocked out cold Rarity was, you should have enough time to make some pancakes
>you make sure that you have all the ingredients
>running low on milk, but luckily enough for you, you also found some left over raspberries and blueberries in the pantry
>so you start working on the batter, not wasting any time
>roughly 20 minutes later you have two stacks of pancakes ready, along with some coffee
>Rarity is more of a tea pony, but nothing beats coffee when you need a kick start
>you head back to the bedroom to wake her up
>but as you open the door, you almost feel like reconsidering
>Rarity is curled up under the sheets in the middle of the bed
>it looks like she shifted there, trying to find you
>still you sit down at the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets off her slowly
>you take one of her hooves in your hands, whispering that it's time to wake up
>Rarity opens her eyes, forces a smile that quickly transforms into a yawn as she stretches her legs
>you mention that you also made breakfast as she's climbing out of the bed
>she mutters a thanks, still half asleep, so you let her excuse herself to the bathroom and head back to the kitchen
>Rarity joins you only a few minutes later, looking much more presentable
>her mane is not perfect but at least it's curled as usual
>as she sits down by the table, she sighs that all this fat will go straight to her thighs before taking a sip of her coffee, grimacing at the taste
>she's snarky, which is good, that means she's feeling better
>you decide not to push your luck by saying that you wouldn't mind, reminding her that she's going to need the energy instead
>she grows visibly more tired after recalling all the work she still has to do
>that wasn't your intent, shit
>you cut the conversation short by digging into your pancakes
>Rarity takes a bite as well, and her eyes get some of that sparkle back at the sweet taste
>when you're done with your meal, Rarity is already wearing her natural soft smile
>she finishes her coffee while you're washing up the plates
>levitating the mug towards the sink, she rubs her body against your side, thanking you for a lovely breakfast
>you can hear that slightly tired, yet sincere contentment in her voice
>you take the chance, kneeling down and giving her a short kiss, stroking her neck with your hand
>Rarity coos softly, and you let her get back to whatever she's planning to work on next
>you'll check on her during lunchtime, to remind her that she has to eat something and to catch up
>but for now, she'll be fine


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>Rarity went out on a little get together with the girls
>she told you she'd come back around sunset to join you for dinner and probably bring something sweet for dessert from Pinkie, too
>since it's already around five, you decide to wait the remaining hour
>you pick up one of the fashion magazines Rarity keeps in her boutique and make yourself comfortable on the couch
>Rarity has those magazines delivered mostly to have something for a waiting customer, and to show that she's well informed about the latest fashion news
>she usually doesn't read them thoroughly, because she gets most of her information from gossip faster than they can print it
>you use this to your advantage, reading up on various things and surprising Rarity with random trivia
>even if the trick is old and she's rarely impressed anymore, it still makes her happy that you show interest in things she's passionate about
>like few days ago, when you nonchalantly gave her some polka dot facts
>she let out a soft hum and went straight to guessing which magazine you read it in
>but she still had that subtle, relaxed smile on her face
>it's the smile she reserves for company she feels comfortable around
>the ones around which she doesn't have to worry about masks, etiquette and charades
>and it serves as a reminder to how close you are
>so you keep reading the magazines
>and you also keep snippets of articles about her, or the whole issues when she's on the cover, despite Rarity's protests
>they're memories, mapping Rarity's journey, but also kind of like trophies, too
>whenever she receives accolades for her boutiques, fashion show appearances, you keep some of the gossip too
>they're made from paper instead of metal, and you keep them in a drawer instead of the mantle where the actual trophies are, but in an industry based more on reputation and status rather than pure skill, you find them just as significant
>one day you'll maybe even laugh together at those rumors of Rarity eloping with Fashion Plate


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>you register a distinct voice talking to you
>you open your eyes to look towards the source, but you're met with darkness
>it takes you a while to figure out what's going on
>you must've fallen asleep on the couch
>judging from how your neck hurts, probably not in the best position
>as you sit up, the Cosmare magazine slides off you and falls on the floor
>oh yeah, you've been waiting for Rarity
>you stretch your sore muscles with a yawn
>Rarity apparently heard you, as the hoofsteps draw closer
>she flicks the lights on, the brightness blinding your still disoriented self
>Rarity trots towards you, apologizing profusely
>she puts an affectionate hoof on your leg
>you reciprocate with petting her head while your eyes adjust and your headache fades away
>Rarity has a questioning look on her face, but you start explaining why you were on the couch before she even has the chance to ask
>she picks up the magazine and puts it on the coffee table while listening
>she giggles softly at your intention, before apologizing again and telling you about what she's been up to with the girls
>and how it almost turned into an impromptu sleepover at the castle
>as Rarity goes on, she climbs up to lean against you, so you wrap an arm around her, silently enjoying her soothing voice
>you try to stifle a yawn, unsuccessfully
>Rarity pauses to yawn as well, since it has apparently been a long and eventful day for her
>so you cut the comfy storytelling short, deciding to continue it in the bedroom
>after a few minutes, you're lying together
>but you didn't even have a chance to properly wake up and Rarity is visibly tired as well
>instead of more talking, you give Rarity a goodnight kiss and let her snuggle her back into your chest
>you once again put an arm over her body, just under the forelegs, while she makes herself comfortable
>all that is left is for you to readjust your head so her mane doesn't tickle you
>then both of you swiftly drift off to sleep


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>Rarity looks up at you as you're walking through the boutique
>she hops off her stool, slowly walking towards you
>she doesn't say anything, waiting for you to give her attention
>you eventually look back down at her, stopping and raising an eyebrow
>her eyes are sparkling with excitement, and she's grinning
>she remains quiet, waiting for you to ask first
>you steel yourself
>Rarity's being silly on purpose, so this is going to be something stupid
>"...yes?"
>she just giggles and walks around you in circles, gently rubbing her body against yours
>"What's this about, Rare?"
>"Nothing, my dear!" Rarity answers in a very amused tone
>she stops with the weird spinning cuddle, leaning against your side, still looking up into your eyes
>not that you don't enjoy the company, but you'd really rather cut to the point
>Rarity speaks up before you can ask again
>"Let's do something fun!" 
>there we go, her plan is unraveling
>you bite
>"What do you have in mind?"
>Rarity prances in place at the question
>"Ooh, I don't know! Let's go outside and have a picnic!"
>you smile and scratch the back of her head to calm her down a little
>"Isn't it a bit too cold for that? There's still some snow outside left from yesterday," you say
>you can't deny the enthusiasm isn't rubbing off on you, but you've got your limits
>Rarity doesn't skip a beat
>"That's okay! We'll grab a coffee and drink it outside. That almost counts as a picnic!"
>you don't mind doing that, but this still feels shady
>orchestrated, as if Rarity planned to do that all along
>she has to be scheming something
>"Sure, we can do that. But what has gotten into you?"
>"I'm fine, my dear! I just have all this built up energy, and I need to do something to let it out," Rarity answers casually, still wearing the excited grin
>either there really is nothing to it, or she's not telling
>you decide to roll with it, grabbing your coat while Rarity wraps a scarf around her neck before you both step out into the cold
>and so you both went to grab a coffee
>Rarity was practically galloping half the time, the other half she at least had a spring in her gait
>seeing her being in such high spirits made you happy as well
>but even as you briskly walked to match Rarity's pace, you wondered what was behind all this
>it didn't take you long to get to the café and pick up your cups of coffee
>you let Rarity lead you to wherever she wanted to go
>Rarity set her sights at a fairly secluded bench where you wouldn't be interrupted
>both of you sat down, and Rarity leaned into your left side
>you sipped at your coffee, looking around awkwardly
>you still didn't understand the purpose
>"It's nice out here, isn't it? Surprisingly quiet for this time of the day," Rarity said when she noticed how you're taking in the sights
>her tone was lacking some of that previous enthusiasm, as she similarly looked around, enjoying her coffee
>"It is. A bit too chilly for my taste," you say, before finally asking. "So, why are we here, Rarity?"
>"Does there have to be a reason?" She asks back, speaking more to the air around then directly at you
>"I, uh..."
>you didn't expect that answer
>"Well, no?" You say, still dumbfounded
>"I'm sorry. It's just that, lately we do everything for a reason. When have we done something just because, spontaneously, to enjoy each other's company and nothing else?"
>you see
>"I see."
>you hug Rarity with your arm while in thought
>"So I wanted us to spend time together without an ulterior motive, for once," she explains
>Rarity's right, lately you'd always see her only when one of you needed help, or just needed something
>you don't have anything to add
>so you take another sip of coffee and caress Rarity's chest below her scarf
>Rarity silently smiles and closes her eyes
>you sit there for a while, enjoying the physical contact
>when you're both done with your coffees, you get up and head home, promising each other to spend more time together simply because you can


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>it's early morning
>both of you are up, Rarity is getting ready to open the boutique
>you picked some mail from the mailpony that went by
>you sort out and discard all the fliers, being left with a letter from Manehattan
>you take it to the salesroom, where Rarity is dressing up a poneyquin with her latest creation
>"Hey Rara, you've got a letter from Coco. It's sent from the boutique address, probably business," you say, extending your arm so Rarity can easily grab the letter from your hand with her magic
>she floats it over to herself, squints at the address, and grabs her glasses from a nearby counter while opening the letter
>she unfolds the letter, places the glasses on her snout and reads in silence
>you just stand there, looking around, trying to not feel awkward
>"Yes, it's mostly just business. The boutique is doing rather well. However, Coco also asks when we are going to visit again," Rarity says, pausing for a while to think about when was the last time she went to Manehattan
>"I suppose it is time to check on the boutique again. I could also refresh the inventory with pieces from my latest line."
>Rarity hums, a smile creeping on her face as she's already making plans
>"And of course, I also need to catch up with Coco and the Manehattan gossip. What do you say about a weekend in Manehattan?"
>you're about to agree, but before you draw in a breath, Rarity continues
>"We can take the train on Thursday. I will deal with restocking the boutique on Friday, chat with Coco, and have Saturday and Sunday just for the two of us! Sounds great, non?"
>"Sure, that seems fun. I could use a few days outside of Ponyville," you manage to get a word in
>"Then it's settled. I'll write to Coco right away," Rarity delightedly says as she's already cantering off to her work room
>in a few minutes, she comes out with a second letter in her grasp, and you watch it slowly float to you
>"Would you be a dear and drop it off at the post office, sweetheart?"
>can't say no to that