In Your Eyes

by Ekhidna

Rating: teen
Tags: Rarity, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike
Length: 2162

Rarity and Spike spend time together in each other's embrace.

Rarity asks Spike his opinion on her latest wear. This leads to them spending time together in each other's embrace. At the same time, Rarity reminiscence on how she fell in love with the purple drake.

*If you are feeling generous you can buy me a Ko-Fi!!

*Rated Teen for some sexual under-themes, but no actual sexual content*
**Cover art belongs to dubstepina, which also inspired this fic with her permission**

Published 2017-02-26 01:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-26 01:00:02 UTC

I See Love

In Your Eyes

“Do you like my new stockings, Spikey? They’re for my new line, and your honest opinion would be appreciated, darling~” I tell to my adorable bundle of scales watching intently at my backside. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t refrain myself from shaking my rather generous derriere a little bit for him. “Well, mind telling me what on your mind, Spikey-Wikey?”

“Gorgeous…”

He finally says with that adorable blush across his cheeks. “Do they really, darling?” I ask while at the same time I reach the edge of my bed and turn to sit. “I think I overdid it with the frilly patterns, or maybe I should choose another kind of material? What do you think, Spikey?” I ask him again, slightly parting my hind legs before stretching out one to let the comfortable fabric of my stocking to accommodate perfectly to my movement.

“I-I think they fit you perfectly, Rari.”

My little Spikey replies with some difficulty. I suppose I can’t blame him, I do so enjoy teasing him if I’m being honest. It was me who asked for his help today, and it is me who asked him to ‘give his opinion’ in the privacy of my bedroom, after all. Goodness gracious, I can almost feel his desire to come closer every time I look into his green emerald eyes. Who am I to deny him his well-earned reward?

“Why don’t you come closer to examine it yourself, Spikey-Wikey?” I ask, shamelessly stretching out my leg further toward him. I watch him advance to me trying to look so calm when I already know he’s dying to get his sweet, caring claws on me. He’s just too adorable~

“The fabric is really nice, Rarity. But nowhere near as nice as your leg.”

He says while his claws slowly caress their way up from my shoe covered hoof, teasing my cannon, stopping for a moment at my hook to look at me with a longing stare. I nod, and then I can feel his palm, fingers, and claws continue their way up until he reaches my thigh. I can feel my heart pound faster against my chest; all those delightful tremors and shivers his familiar hand being the cause of my current state.

“You’re beautiful, Rarity.”

He says to me, without a trace of lies or deceit in his voice. I scoot back and he follows my motion with his own approach. I only stopped when I thought we had enough space to be comfortable. Using my forelegs to stay upright, I allowed my bundle of lovable purple scales move his hand up my thigh, past my cutie mark (where he gave it a soft, playful squeeze that made me bit my lower lip for a moment), tease his way up my barrel-sides, until he finally stopped. A moment later I felt his other hand land at the other side of my barrel. He wasn’t quite hugging me, nor he was trying to, he merely needed the extra support to pull himself against me completely.

“Ohhhh~ Spikey,” I moan when his warm, soft scales meet my fur. He puts his chin on my chest and looks up. I look down at him. Our eyes meet again.

I don’t know how much time we spent there, simply looking at each other’s eyes with half-lidded stares.

“I love you, Rarity. I love you so, so much, my white gem.”

“I love you too, precious scales,” I reply to his soft, true words with my own.

My heart's aflutter. I can feel my entire body tremble and feel wobbly. I know he’s in a similar state, I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine, maybe even faster, against my barrel. I can see that light, that spark of light in his eyes that made me fall in love with him all over again.

Whenever I think about it, I can hardly believe it is real. We’ve been an official couple for over a year now. And I can say without a trace of a doubt, that I have found my prince. Before I gave Spike, much to my own chagrin, a pity date after another disastrous romantic disappointment, I ever only saw him as a good friend. Granted, I may have once or twice used his infatuation, or as I called it ‘puppy love’, for me in the past, but I never once lead him on.

I was… surprised, to say the least. Our date was simple: go to dinner, talk for a little while, a walk through the park, and then accompany me to my home. It was as standard as standard could get. And yet… I felt happy. Genuinely happy. Well, maybe happy is a strong word. I think relaxed and comfortable would suit it better. Still, it was a calm, nice, relaxed and simple date.

After our date ended and I was in bed, I couldn’t sleep. Spike had acted like his usual self, maybe more chivalrous given the circumstances and moi, of course, but our date felt more like one of our usual get-togethers rather than an actual date. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that our ‘date’ had been exactly what I needed and he knew it.

The realization was almost too much to handle. He had used his one chance to impress and woo me to make me feel comfortable instead. I vowed to make it up to my sweet, caring Spikey-Wikey somehow.

For the next month, I couldn’t stop thinking about my little knight in shining scales. And him being far away with Twilight in a special mission all over Equestria made things even worse for me. But when he returned, I went to him and asked him out on an actual date. The poor dear fainted with a huge smile on his face!

One date turned into two. Two into three. And three into many more over the coming months. During a very special date, Spike was acting rather strange from the moment he picked me up to our latest date all the way up in Canterlot. By Luna’s moon, that date was disastrous! My poor Spikey tripped and ruined the flowers he had bought for me. When we arrived at our restaurant, the manager told us he couldn’t find our reservations. We ended up going to another restaurant, in which a rather brutish customer argued against his bill and ended up tossing wine all over the place, staining my dress (that poor dress has never seen the light again). Worst of all, was when the manager charged us for that expensive wine!

When we came back home my poor Spikey was devastated and angry. I tried to console him, but nothing worked. After our ride left us at the gates of Twilight’s castle Spike told me everything. He had planned that night to be perfect for weeks so he could ask me to be his marefriend. I was speechless for a moment before I could even think about the implications a potential relationship, an actual relationship that is, my body moved on its own.

I assaulted his face with a barrage of kisses; my lipstick smearing his scales with red. He stopped me, grabbing me by the cheeks and gently pushing me back. He stared into my soul and I felt my face ready to melt. Spikey-Wikey then asked me to be his marefriend. I whispered my response, and then he kissed me. In the mouth. Our lips locking into a perfect union that made both of us moan.

His scaly but tender lips against my fleshy, soft ones. We melted into our first kiss to our heart's content. It was only when the lack of oxygen forced us to end it that I noticed his bright, blushing face. He smiled and I smiled back, knowing my face was as red as his. He caressed my cheeks lovingly, before closing the gap between our lips to peck me one more time.

It took me a moment to realize and accept I had fallen in love with Spike. For all my daydreaming and, admittedly, wishful fantasies, I never once considered this scenario. But I didn’t care. I was so happy I was ready to burst at any moment! Me, Rarity Belle Unicorn, had fallen for a dragon that had always shown me nothing but affection, love, devotion, loyalty, friendship, and support. Why I had taken so long to finally open my eyes, I don’t have the faintest, if I may be honest.

I picked my Spikey up and locked my lips against his once more until my chest hurt. When we pulled apart a thin string of our saliva still connected our mouths. The sight alone made me want to kiss him again.

Twilight came out a moment before that could happen, sadly. I bid my farewell while my new drakefriend waved back with a dopey smile. I will forever treasure Twilight’s blank expression.

“Kiss me, my sweet little prince,” I whisper, longing once more to feel his lips press against mine.

“Your wish is my command, my princess.”

He pulls himself up and I lay back a little more to ease his efforts. I feel his hot, odorless and ticklish breath against my lips. His eyes piercing my own with their beautiful and captivating emerald glow. I lick my lips, preparing myself for the inevitable encounter. And then, our lips meet.

I moan into the kiss and Spike does the same. His claws dig into my sides; never painful and always so pleasing. Our locked lips dance against each other, enjoying that oh so familiar and desired contact once more. But I want more. I need more.

“Mmhmm!”

I hear my Spikey-Wikey moan in surprise before melting in pleasure as I slip my tongue past his lips and fangs. My own moan of pleasure escapes my throat when I find his thin, long, and dexterous tongue. His mouth-serpent acts on its own accord; wrapping itself around my poor, defenseless tongue. But I pull back, and his serpent follows. Slowly, I lure this mighty beast into the cavern of my own mouth. Now, our tongues can begin their practiced dance.

We continue for what I can only perceive as millennia, but always so short-lived when our thirst for each other is sated, at least for the moment. As he pulls back, I keep the tip of his thin, long tongue trapped in between my lips. He doesn’t seem to mind that I like to suckle on it from time to time~.

I notice that one of my Spikey’s hands is already undressing my left hind leg out of the stocking. I giggle when he looks up at me, partially surprised by his own action and begging me to continue. He knows he does not need my permission, yet he always asks for it. He’s such a little gentlecolt, isn’t he?

I cast away my bothersome shoes, and let go of his tongue. But my Spikey doesn’t pull it back inside his mouth, instead, he lets it hang and press along my barrel, all the way down to my nether region.

“You’re quite the naughty one,” I declare before holding the back of his head with my left foreleg. He looks at me with that same undying love and adoration he has shown me from the day we met. My heart races and I can feel my insides burning with desire. My entire body is shivering, longing for more of his touch. “Already wanting to eat me up, mmmm~?”

“Sowwy.”

He says but doesn’t stop. I smile at him before gently laying on my ample bed. My Spikey-Wikey and I have engaged in intimate activities several times now. He wants me and much as I want him. I can feel his want rest against my tummy and barrel as he lays upon me. His arms snake their way through my back and embrace me with a tight, gentle hug. He captures my lips once more as I hug him close to me. I never want to let go of my sweet little prince.

Of course, I know about the nasty rumors and pointing hoofs that we receive. I know Spike is no minor since he is twenty-one years old and is an adult according to pony laws and just four years younger than myself. Honestly, I don’t care for them. Neither does my Spikey-Wikey. We’re doing nothing wrong, after all.

Our kiss ends again and he looks into my eyes once more.

“I love you, Rarity. My precious gem.”

“I love you, Spike. My love.”

I say as we allow our passion to take over our bodies once more. Ahhh~

End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!

Special thanks to dubstepina for allowing me to make this little fic inspired on one of her pics, you are amazing!