Pillow Talk

She is flawless. Pristine. Sublime. She is beauty incarnate and she is lying next to you in bed. Breathing hard and panting, and yet, somehow she still looks heavenly. An angel. Rarity is an angel. You'd say she was your angel, but the universe knows full well you belong to her. You love it that way. She does too.

She's got this gorgeous little fun loving smile cast across her features and she gives the occasional exhausted giggle. She's proud of herself- another masterpiece complete. "Sex is like a beautiful dance. A ballet of skillful maneuvers and loving displays of passion. " She says. It is an artform, and Rarity, if nothing is very artistic. Her creativity is only matched by her enthusiasm, and when she's finished, when you're gasping for breath, trying to figure out exactly what she did to you- that's when she giggles. That heavenly chime of a sound. Thats when she's satisfied with her generosity.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful." You sputter, and catch the smug little glimpse of a smile twitching at the corner of her lips. Of course she's beautiful, but the words feel clumsy coming out of your mouth. Grotesque and filthy, as if you can't believe 'beautiful' is the only word you can come up with to describe her. A pitiful excuse of an adjective that barely begins to scrape the surface of description. She's more to you than you can ever hope to put into words or actions. All you can ever do is try, and she knows it all too well.

Still, every now and then you manage to say something particularly heartfelt, and catch sight of a warm pink blush that raises over her cheeks. When you notice something small she's done, combed her mane in a certain way, tried on a new perfume. When you call her out on that small little piece of something out of place on her frame. When you notice how hard she works to present herself. That's what she loves the most. She doesn't need to put on makeup, or dress up, or look pretty. She's heavenly regardless, and she knows it. So it means everything, when you notice the effort she puts into her beauty.

"You're beautiful. " You say again. Her smile breaks into a warm little grin and she climbs atop you, cuddling against you lovingly. She's satisfied. The best thing you can do for an artist is indulge them. To let them create and take an interest in their imagination, and in bed, Rarity is extremely creative. And she's generous, very generous, and you let her be. Every passionate, loving session for her is a work of art, and you: her Mona Lisa. Her Sistine chapel. Her David. You are her finest masterpiece every night, and luckily for you, she only strives to get better.

For a moment, you enjoy the scent of her hair tingling in your nose. Wrapping you arms around her, you squeeze her against your frame, and gently whisper the reasons you love her into her ear. As you finally start to drift off to slumber, the last thing you can remember seeing is her loving, cozy smile.