Via Prisma

   "I suppose I just want... I need something to hold on to."

   "What do you mean?"

   Her questions had become more quiet, and she knew less and less how to answer them. "There's a lot going on right now," she began hesitantly. "There are a lot of things that I have to do, and I don't get too many opportunities to do things I want to do. I mean... no, that makes it sound like I'm overworked." She put a hand to her forehead. "I just want a constant. Do you know what I mean? Something... to come home to after business in Canterlot." It had been crawling up to her little by little, and finally took hold of her. "Maybe I'd like to settle down."

   Fluttershy was silently looking down at her hands. "What do you mean?" It was almost a whisper.

   She turned to face her, opened her mouth as though to speak, and sighed. "... I'm - I'm not getting any younger, Shy. I just..." Fluttershy finally made eye contact, the sea-glass of her irises shimmering with a very particular message. But, of course, perhaps Rarity was just projecting. "I need someone. Someone who cares about me. Who I care about."

   The message was unavoidable, and without a moment's recourse, she was fixed in her stare. She glanced down to her lips, tense, waiting. "I need someone... who can..." she trailed off, suddenly magnetized.

   As their lips touched, there were no explosions or shivers or waves of heat. In fact, there was little pressure at all. Only Fluttershy could give a kiss so delicate, so fragile. For a moment, they separated. Then Rarity put a hand to Fluttershy's neck, just below her jaw, and led her closer and deeper. And then came the heat. She felt herself shake a little as she drew her hand along through that wet bubblegum hair and on down her back. It didn't seem real. The dry warmth of her lips didn't seem real.