~ IV ~

Rejection

Spike indulged himself in each and every sensation, the plushness of the coat and how it subtle flattened into his scales, a constant feeling of brushing warmth floating over his soul. There was something different about hugging a mare. Or maybe this one. Nothing could compare to her heat.

Slowly her head nuzzled upward, starting at his belly and ending over his chest, diving herself into the space beneath his jaw. It was there she rested for the moment as the silence ticked on longer than that. His heart was pacing, which she heard and felt, doubling the effect. He didn't break away in cowardice for the sake of her.

“That's not selfishness... not one bit.” Spike lifted a claw to the back of her head, allowing his digits to comb through her mane. It killed him to do so. Velvet silk was smooth on its way through the gaps. It soothed her, but also ruined her curls. “There's nothing wrong with reassessing the things that made you happy and wanting to go back to them.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, still brushing her mane, feeling all the little wiggles for his efforts. “Maybe you won't get it from the same ponies. But at least you know what you want. And out others are wanting the same.”

Rarity stopped her wiggling and pulled out from underneath him, enough for her face to appear below his chin, looking up at him with brilliant blue eyes. Her ears lowered at the sides as her shoulders slumped into a clump of white. “Spikey? I must admit... I came here with a purpose today. The desire to have a question finally answered.”

“And what's that?”

“The day you and I finally parted, I asked you a question, the curiosity if you would be with me.” Rarity blinked but did not look away. Neither did he despite every nerve asking it to be. “You answered no. It was a hypothetical question, so I could understand the hesitance.” She shook her head. “But if you had answered yes...”

“Then I wouldn't have deserved it.”

“Deserved it?” Rarity tilted her head to the side as she arched an eyebrow; some of her straightened mane fell across her neck. “Darling you spent all those years being there for me. Surely if any were afforded the chance—“

“It should be that prince you spoke about.”

“Has it been that all this time?” Her forehooves rose between the tight space between their bodies until coming to rest on his shoulders. “My words and desires of seeking someone greater. Did that raise the pedestal—“

“It's because perfect deserves perfect.” Spike lowered his head in the attempt to look away, but even then, she sunk deeper beneath him to still catch his gaze. Looking into her eyes, he was compelled into truth. “You're perfect, Rarity, and I don't have the head to compare you to a season. Nothing I can say can strike just how perfect you are. Nothing can encapsulate that feeling.”

Rarity narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “Flattery at the cost of self-deprecating is hardly flattering.”

“There are two sides to our relationship, right? The part of you that's my friend and the part of you that's a princess.” Spike inhaled deeply and exhaled the same. “Even as a friend I'm still aware of the princess I hold you as. Keeping around you is okay because it still preserves that. But the idea of holding you, hugging you, being with you, kissing you...”

He shook his head again and again, spawned into laughter, a horrible feeling over him. “It all feels so tainted because it doesn't belong to me. I can so easily see you kissing and snuggling with a prince because a perfect mare belongs with a perfection stallion. But when I enter the picture... it all feels so sinister.”

Rarity seemed stunned as she kept within his hold and, for the moment, appeared ready to leave it. Instead of retreating, however, she inched closer. Up to his face to the point their breaths exchange. Soft and scented were her own. Burly and smoky was his. It was great for him and unfair for her.

“Perfection shouldn't be tainted by imperfection.”

“You boy.” Rarity shook her head while keeping her eyes locked on him. “You silly little boy. Has that been it the whole time? That you could never be good enough to be with the perfection that you see? Even after all those weeping sessions on the couch with all the ice-cream?”

Spike smiled. “The feelings never went away even in times like those. Sorry Rarity. You're just too good for me.”

Rarity looked at him for a while. Then a smirk appeared on her muzzle as well. The eyes gazing to the ceiling, keeping their, prodding him into doing the same. “Isn't this certainly an interesting problem we've gotten ourselves into? The attention of being famous and the countless suitors couldn't compare to the feelings that arose in being with you.”

Spike decided to keep silent as he searched the ceiling, looking for whatever it was she was seeing. He found nothing of interest. Yet her gaze was fixated upon something.

“And here you viewed me as a perfect and natural beauty you couldn't handle corrupting with your imperfections.” Rarity giggled. “Such a drastic contrast between us, isn't there? A refined lady and the goofy but genuine boy. But alas... I want to be with you Spike.”

His heart seized. Everything in his body tensed. Ringing started in his ears as sweat then seeped through his scales. His nerves compressed into themselves as a swirling then shrunk his stomach together. Opening his mouth produced a gasp.

“Two choices wait before you.” Rarity lowered his muzzle and Spike did the same as a result, a trick for them to press together, harder on the way down, the two joined as they looked flatly into the other. An inch was the distance between their lips. “Can you handle being kissed by what you perceive as perfection?”

Her eyes drew closed as a warm exhale blew across him. It pulled him in so badly that, even though his moral compass spoke to go away, the perfection of it all begged for him to indulge. His eyes closed as well, a tight clench spawning wrinkles around his eyes, causing the mare to peek, giggling, before closing again.

“And are you able to kiss perfection back... ruining it... all so a lonely girl can feel loved once more?”

Spike felt it. The push and the press of the muzzle and then the lips. Soft and fuzzy and supple, tracing over and across his own, light brushes, teases, wondering if he'll take the risk and the hit. Perfection stood on the edge, asking for him to come in, allowing them to go back to the start of it all again.

His lips quivered as they inched forward, coming to press against her own, corrupting the greatness of their feeling in pressing against them. Yet the lips parted ever so slightly, dancing more on his own, asking for him to do the same, a favour then returned.

The two kissed and then kissed again, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen, the air infused with beginning love. His claw returned to the back of her head, supporting the mare as he leaned in, wanting more of that denied perfection. And she was glad to take it from him. Her returns were as greedy as he—and she wasn't a beast like him.

His claw brushed her mane straight during the kiss, all to feel her moans in his mouth, the wiggling of her plush body into his. Just as she was perfect no matter what style of mane she wore, little guilt came in causing it to be straight.

The kiss broke for a second as the two inched away, panting faintly, their lips connected by a bridge of saliva. Rarity rose a hoof to wash across his cheek and over the side of his head, looking deeply into his eyes. “Destroy my mane with your claws. Ruin me with your imperfections. So long as you continue to see me as perfect no matter what happens to me... then you need not fear tainting me.”

She leaned close. “For that bias of yours has always been mine in turn. I've always seen you as perfect even in your stuttering. It warms a girl's heart to see the full effect she can have on a boy. Now come here. Kiss me again.”

And so they leaned in, their kiss in the middle, an imperfect first kiss, to them, perfect for exactly that.

Author's Note

I almost want to end the story here as the romantic problems have reached their conclusion and feels like a natural end. What do you guys think? Another chapter or so for sweet p0rn or leave it as is?
~ Yr. Pal, B