Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 14 - Homecoming

Alas, the time came to say goodbye to Diamond Sands Luxury Resort. Their seven days were at an end, with the last night having been spent engaged in the most filthy, wonderful sex Rarity had had the pleasure of sharing with her wife. She still wasn’t entirely sure what had possessed both of them to go so wild, but the whole night was still incredible. She and Octavia were in agreement on that much. Their train left the station at four, and they would be back in Canterlot by tomorrow. They had one last morning to enjoy themselves, but the exertion of last night’s romp saw both women curled up in bed, nursing cramps and sores. Rarity had barely managed to shower and pack on time. Almost all of their clothes were dirty, so she and Octavia both settled on the last two pairs of sweatpants they owned, while Rarity wore a light green blouse and Octavia settled for a t-shirt. Stuffing their dirty laundry into suitcases, cleaning up the ‘fun bag,’ stripping the bed, packing their last resort lunch, and making sure everything was in order took up the rest of the day.

Much to their surprise, it was Phillip himself who came to bid them farewell. He pulled up to the bungalow in his big truck, dressed in khaki cargo pants and a brightly-patterned tropical shirt. They met him with a warm hug and a smile. “I’m going to be sad to see you go, ladies.” He pulled away from their hugs with a glint in his eye. “I’m not so sure your performance the other day was a good thing for us.”

“What? Why?” Octavia asked, stiffening slightly.

“Now we have a reputation. Word has gotten out, this is apparently your new favorite vacation destination. Look.” He reached in through the open passenger window of his truck and produced a paper. This one, Rarity saw, was much more official-looking than the tabloid she had seen their first night on Diamond Beach. It was indeed the local publication, and on the front was a picture of Octavia, wearing Rarity’s dress, performing for a crowd of dancing, laughing spa-goers.

“Oh no,” Octavia moaned. “I wanted to come back here so badly-“

“Aah.” Phillip raised a hand. “I’ll not hear it, Octavia. Your place here isn’t ruined. I wanted to send you two off with a proposition, of sorts.” He opened both hands, smiling warmly at them. “You come out here once a year to put on a seaside concert, and I will comp you a one-week stay in one of our bungalows. The exact same package you just indulged in.”

“Woah.”

“Phillip, that’s… That’s incredible!” Rarity and Octavia shared a giddy look. A single evening spent performing by the seaside in return for a whole week of what they had just lived through? Octavia offered her hand to Phillip immediately.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Phillip.”

Switching trains was always the hardest part. Rarity still hadn’t quite recovered from last night’s romp, and neither had Octavia. When they disembarked in Horseshoe Bay, both of them were dead on their feet. The train ride back to Canterlot, at least, would last a few hours, and their car had a small sleeper bed. Rarity was looking forward to some sleep. Not to mention a full day’s rest back in their Canterlot apartment before she had to go to work the next day. When their luggage was transferred onto the new, larger train, it couldn’t happen soon enough for Rarity.

Still, when they found their car, she couldn’t help but sit by the window while Octavia stretched out on the sleeper bed. Tired as she was, and with as much work as they would have when they got back, she couldn’t bring herself to snatch a few hour’s rest. Not just yet. The train hissed, gave an ear-splitting whistle, and pulled out of the station. It took fifteen minutes of slow chugging before they left the city limits, and Rarity got to see it one last time.

The sea was a beautiful thing this late at night. Looking back the way she was, Rarity could see the vast expanse of water turned molten-gold by the setting sun. Further out, the gold cooled to crimson, and to the northern and southern horizons, rarity saw purple and black. The sun sank into the waters, glimmering like a trillion garnets set in satin. The majesty of the sea had not been lost on her. Rarity remembered their first full day at the resort, when they had romped in the surf, and then sprawled on their backs to look up at the endless, infinite sky. The memory of their swimsuits brought a faint blush to her cheeks, as did many nights of this wonderful trip.

The first day had been blissful. Spending it on the beach with Octavia had been everything Rarity had ever dreamed. She still remembered the taste of the salt water and the way the waves pulled and tugged at her. Afterwards, their tender session in the shower, and the way the sand had clung to them all over.

The second day had been the grotto and the nightclub. Rarity wondered if going out down here might urge Octavia into another trip to the club they had first met at. Rarity remembered the dancing that wasn’t really dancing, how they had all but fucked on the floor, drunk and lost in the music. She especially remembered her little trick in the VIP booth. She’d have to remember that one.

No resort vacation was complete without a spa trip, though. During that stormy day, Rarity had taken part of one of the more luxurious treatments she’d ever had. The manicures, pedicures, massages, and even the salon trip had all done wonders for Rarity’s complexion. She and Octavia had positively glowed after their treatment, and the seaside dinner had been arguably the best yet. The next day was the dreariest of all, yet Rarity remembered it fondly. The casino they visited had been luxurious, and Rarity recalled her exploits at the poker table almost perfectly.

After that, though, Rarity wondered if she hadn’t dreamed it. The grotto had been better than the first time they visited it, and they spent hours on end kissing, fucking, hugging and sunbathing. Rarity had a certain fondness for the small grotto. It was so peaceful, ringed in by the vibrant jungle, serenaded by the waterfall that fell on the flat rock. The crystal-clear water hid nothing, but cleansed everything. Rarity had felt more clean in those wonderful waters than she had after any shower in recent memory.

But that night… That night Rarity had experienced something she was never like to forget. The blush was gone from her cheeks, replaced instead by a warm, contented smile. To Rarity, that night had meant much more than the countless orgasm she had been subject to, or the way she and Octavia had tested one another’s boundaries time and time again. It even transcended past her slightly strange clothing fetish and Octavia’s willingness to partake.

Somewhere in that night, buried between the pretext of all those orgasms and the expensive clothing, somewhere between the first tenuous kiss and the last, breathy gasp before passing out, somewhere in there…

Somewhere, Rarity had found love.

If it had been anyone other than Octavia in that bed that night, Rarity wouldn’t have found that. It would have just been a debauched fuck-fest. They would have cum time and again, and whispered those three fervent words more than any one person could hope to count. They’d have fucked and fingered and screamed all the same.

But it took Octavia to make Rarity feel loved. When Rarity was in the midst of her eighteenth orgasm, or if she had her cramped tongue pressed deep into Octavia’s dripping womanhood, or even if they were laying in one another’s arms, sweaty and panting and tired, Rarity felt the same connection to Octavia that she had on the altar. That, she realized, was the difference between Octavia and any other woman in Equestria.

Idly, she pulled her ring off of her finger. She and Octavia had simple rings, platinum bands inlaid with six minute diamonds each. But when viewed from the side, the rings were unblemished. It was a single, whole loop, unmarred by jagged edges or brackets or other unnecessary adornments. It was simple. Perfect. And to Rarity, it suddenly had a much greater meaning.

The ring was infinite. A perfect loop, tucked back in upon itself, never breaking, never even wavering. That was what their relationship was. Infinite love. Rarity could go around the outside of the ring, could find things about Octavia that she both loved and drove her up the wall, but in the end she came back around to the start. Rarity pulled her ring back down on her finger and looked out of the window once more. The sea was darker now, turned from a molten gold to a deep crimson, stained purple and black at the edges of the horizon. Night time would soon be upon them, and the train would be hurtling through the dark to take them home. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to see the ocean and its vast majesty. But she could watch it as long as her tired eyes would allow her to.

The train crested a hill, and the sea disappeared behind a mask of trees. Darkness descended on the train, held at bay by a single light out in the hallway of the rattling train car. Octavia slumbered peacefully on the sleeper bed, only to wake when they arrived back in Canterlot. Rarity cast one more wistful look out of the window before gingerly curling up behind her wife. She buried her face in Octavia’s hair, wound her arms around the slumbering cellist, and closed her eyes.

When she woke, she would be home.