Author's Note

It’s Valentine’s Day once again, and, after dating her for over half a year, Ethan Heart is scrambling to find the perfect gift for his girlfriend Rarity, but when he admits defeat and goes to her empty-handed, he is instead surprised and taken headstrong into a gift exchange that the two of them will forever treasure.

Happy Valentine's Day! (February 14th, 2023)

And that’s how Valentine’s Day ended Rarithan, Ethan concluded to himself.

Ethan Heart, with dark blue eyes and tan brown hair matted down, was now standing before the door of the house of the most important woman in his life. Today was a very special day. It was the one time of year where he could be at his most romantic with her. Today was a holiday that one spends with someone with whom they share a pleasant and special association that includes the sharing of enjoyable recreation-chocolate milkshakes, strawberries coated in chocolate, and, of course, chocolate snacks in countless shapes or forms, to name a few-the expensive buying of bountiful and beautiful floral arrangements, the exchanging of commercialized greeting cards that shallowly express deep emotions, and, the fourth-eldest Heart’s least favorite of any holiday, the purchasing of a gift that grows meaningless after a couple years of collecting dust. If the dots haven’t been connected yet, today was a sunny, yet cool Valentine’s Day.

He never really cared much for the holiday at first. In fact, nobody who’s single doesn’t really care for Valentine’s until they get a significant other. But now, he did. And he had his gorgeous diamond to thank for it. This was his very first Valentine’s with her, and he was going to make it count.

However, it looked to seem that the day was going to be soiled for him again. He had wasted his whole afternoon on a desperate, yet fruitless search for a perfect gift that matched her personality. While he hated gift-exchanging due to the avarice it caused, he was forced to make an exception when it revolved around his girlfriend. She only deserved the best. She deserved a gift that was equally fabulous, beautiful, gorgeous, and generous to her.

Rarity…deserved that much.

His heart missed a beat at the thought of his girl. There was absolutely nothing to scoff at with her. She was walking perfection in every sense of the word. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend: beautiful, understanding, generous, hardworking, supportive, and the type of girl who isn’t all shallow and values the inner beauty within even the most mundane things. She even made the most amazing clothes that could put any other fashion designer to shame, even those big-time, spoiled, stupid, little stick figures for fashion designers with poofy lips and snooty accents who think only about themselves who travel worldwide. If she ever took part in a fashion contest, he wouldn’t hesitate to give her a perfect ten out of ten.

Rarity was simply the best…

…and may soon be gone, out of his reach forever.

Ethan sighed deep melancholy when he finally found the courage to lift his hand and move it to the doorbell. Biting his tongue and cringing visibly, he pressed forward, and his fingertip contacted the switch. But he didn’t press on. He felt-no, he knew the minute he rang the bell, it would be the last time he did. When she’d answer the door, Rarity would see her beau empty-handed while she probably had some extravagant, yet sentimental outfit for him. She’d then accused him of not caring about her and expressing his appreciation in some meaningful way, and she would just cut things off and kick him to the curb, breaking his heart forever. Holding back his tears with a released breath, he rang the bell.

He jumped slightly, somehow startled by the bell after just ringing. He stiffened in place, waiting for the arrival of his girlfriend to begin the end of their relationship. Hands cupped together and sanding still and tall, he waited in uncomfortable silence.

In his waiting, his thoughts drifted back to how Rarithan started.

Ethan, back as a recent graduate from Canterlot High, first met the fabulous fashion designer that would later be his girlfriend in the middle of July during the summer after graduation. He was out on the town, looking for a job to that could help him pay for his college education, mostly at the insistence of his parents. He wasn’t at all happy with the concept, something his eldest brother Terry sympathized with. Everywhere Ethan went, even the jobs he was more looking forward to-assistant in Vinyl Scratch’s music store, employee at the nearest GameStop, and simply watering and maintain flowers and assorted plants in the coastal greenhouse within the city-were either full of no more open spots or not accepting of his application. Fresh out of ideas and no other job that tickled his fancy, he was ready to strike out and return to his parents an unemployed Heart. That is, until he saw an application for the Carousel Boutique.

Taped onto a lamppost, Heart observed it further, and found the job’s requirements a little too simple, yet manageable. They were only in need of mostly a gopher, assistant tasks on the sidelines; the pay would’ve been within fifteen to twenty dollars, he doesn’t remember what exact amount; the hours would’ve varied on the days of the week; and they would want someone willing to model on occasion. Not one for fashion yet left with very little options and not wanting to return home without a job, he had no choice but to pull his cell out and dial the number on the application.

After a few rings, the line was soon answered by the poise, yet sweet tone of his future girlfriend. He explained how he was interested in working for the Boutique, much to Rarity’s open delight on the other end before the fashionista explained conducting an interview sometime tomorrow at the Boutique itself. Ethan approved and the call was shortly over. Application still in hand, he returned home and told his family of the news, much to his parents’ proud approval. Later that night, Heart turned his wardrobe inside and out in search of what to wear for his interview, finally settling on a white-buttoned shirt and simple jeans that would’ve been ironed out tomorrow. For now, he could just lay his bed and snooze away.

His reminiscing was interrupted when the door to Rarity’s residence opened in front of him. He cringed at the sight, still not emotional ready to face the music of heartbreak. He didn’t realize his eyes were closed until the person at the door spoke aloud.

“Hey, Ethan,” a high-pitched, sweet voice welcomed. “Why are your eyes closed?”

The fourth-eldest Heart peaked his eyes open to see, to his surprise, Rarity’s little sister Sweetie Belle instead at the door. She was wearing her white and pink striped dress, with her coat, her boats, and her hairband in the same pink. She was also carrying a similarly colored handbag under her left arm. A puzzled expression was plastered on her face.

“Oh, Sweetie Belle,” acknowledged Heart whose heart rate went down at the relief of not facing his girlfriend yet. “What’re you doing?”

“Well, I just finished getting ready for my date with Button Mash when you rang the bell. We’re doing nothing big, just a hangout at the arcade. Anyway, I take it you’re here for Rarity.”

“Y-yeah. Today’s out first Valentine’s together, and we’re spending it here at her house.”

“Ah, that’s interesting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing much, Ethan. It’s just that the last time Rarity brought a guy that wasn’t you to the house, he left with a broken nose and blinded from two black eyes, sobbing them out. She even cut off half of his hair.”

Ethan’s heart dropped at the mention, and his eyes shrank their way back into his skull. All the while, Sweetie was giggling at the apparent memory of her sister’s violent actions. Was Sweetie talking about the same Rarity that is so generous and understanding to a fault? His Rarity…so willing to beat the crap out of a guy to the point of tears? Bullets raced down his face at the mere thought of it. If that really happened, he could only imagine what’ll happen to him.

Oh, sweet mercy, kill me now.

“But don’t you worry about anything. You’re the best thing to happen to Rarity in who knows how long. So, happy Valentine’s Day, Ethan.”

Not waiting for a response, Sweetie made her way out of the house, leaving the door wide open for Heart to enter into the house, and pass the frozen-stiff boyfriend of her older sister. The clanking of her shoes on the concrete sidewalk echoed into his ears, his thoughts dominated by the possible violent whooping awaiting him in the house.

Eyes looking at nothing and planted at the door, Ethan inhaled deep, summoned all of the willpower he could manage, and willed himself to move forward and enter the lion’s den.

Once pass the threshold, he found the house basically emptied and quiet. The living room and the stairs leading up was darkened aside from a couple of windows with the blinds undrawn and the light from the open door. He closed the door behind him, the door giving off a small click sound. He then proceeded to look around for any sign of his girlfriend.

He suddenly felt his jeans buzz. Pulling his cell from his front left pocket, he unlocked it to find a message from Rarity.

(Rarity: Was that you, my prince?)

Ethan felt a chill across his body at the sight of one of her favorite pet names for him. It wasn’t that surprising for a woman of her tastes and styles to call her significant other such fantasy-related names. It only whipped at his soul more thought, knowing of the impending breakup coming his way. Sucking up his fear, he responded.

(Ethan: Yes. Sweetie Belle just left to meet with Button Mash.)

(Rarity: That’s lovely, darling. I’m so proud of her for accepting his date. My parents are having dinner at the city winery. So it’s just youand me in the house. I’m upstairs in my room, ready for you to join me.)

(Ethan: I’ll be right there.)

Sending the message and directing his attention to the stairs, he began the walk of pre-breakup. With every ascending step, his heart thumped, echoing into his brain, sweat continuing dripping down his face, and his nerves quaking. All he needed now was music from John Carpenter's Halloween film, and he’d be all set for a heart attack.

The more Ethan ascended, the deeper he lost himself in his memories with Rarity.

After a shower and ironing out his clothes, he was willing to walk his way to Carousel Boutique, but his mother, not wanting him to ruin his clothes in sweat, drove him there instead, much to his reluctance. After she wished him luck and told him to text him when done, he made his way inside the Boutique, the ringing of a bell being heard overhead, and found the store unoccupied and not-so-busy during the AM hours. Making his way to the unoccupied counter, he rang the desk bell, hoping to attract someone’s attention. Which he did immediately after ringing.

Just a moment, were the first words he heard her speak towards him. Then, in a brief moment, from the violet curtains behind the counter, stepped forward the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. To this day, he couldn’t believe how off-guard her beauty caught him; everything about her was…beautiful. Her perfect, coiffed, long indigo waterfall for hair with a small triple-sapphire hairclip, her azure eyes, her nails and eyeshadow matching in light cornflower bluish gray, and her perfectly slim, sexy figure that could instant make anybody within a three feet of her fall under her spell. Somehow, her bluish-white silk shirt and indigo skirt and purple boots made her look cute along with beautiful. What Ethan was looking at now was the walking definition of a human diamond: simple…gorgeous…perfection.

She quickly apologized for not responding right away to the bell, but Heart didn’t mind. In fact, he was too captivated to even care. Any girl, he thought, who was that beautiful wasn’t meant to be annoyed at. He introduced himself and his interest in the job, much to Rarity’s delight, who introduced herself and immediately took the interview at the desk. There, they discussed his organizing skills and his fast, yet careful attitude for whenever she needed something. With those skills listed, Rarity narrowed his jobs down: he could provide her with whatever tools she needed for her work, he could organize the fabrics and threads by color or frequent use whenever she asked, pose clothes onto the mannequins to advertise, and, of course, model some wardrobe here and there. Rarity was willing to understand if he’d be uncomfortable with it, but Ethan assured her that he’s okay with it and that he was willing to do anything to make work at the Boutique easier for her. He didn’t realize what he had declared until he saw a small blush on her cheeks, making him blush back. And when he tried to apologize, she merely assured him that it was okay, contemplating him for his generous offer. A moment of silence and about eight more questions regarding Ethan’s hours and means of transportation later, she declared him part of the Carousel Boutique team, much to his surprise.

Afterwards, she decided to give him a tour of the store, so he could familiarize himself with the layout. She showed him all over, where to find the threads and the fabrics, where to place the mannequins, where to hang the prices signs, and her work station high in the back of the store among other things. Ethan was trying his hardest to pay attention and summarize the information in a way that he could remember. But it was increasing difficult to do so, since he was getting a tour by the most beautiful woman on the planet. Every movement she made was just urging him to make a move on her. The way her flowing hair released her lavender scents in such a seducing manner, her sashaying hips, her batting eyelashes, and just that accent she spoke in, whatever it was; it was all too much for him to take in one gulp. Even her breasts and butt, covered delicately by her clothes, somehow managed to stick out, compelling him to touch them. First time it happened required all of his willpower to fight off the fire burning down in his loins. He was wondering if Rarity was a siren or human with her flawless beauty.

Then it was time to train him in the field. After a short brunch, Rarity brought herself to work at her sewing machine, filling in orders at a speed that no ordinary human could achieve. Heart stood close by, waiting for whatever orders she had waiting for him. And when she did, it was to test Ethan’s knowledge of which color thread he could recognize and what fabric she needed. One time, she needed a roll of red thread and burgundy toile. The latter Heart found it with ease, but in the case of red thread he couldn’t tell without keeping Rarity waiting. So, instead of one roll of red thread, he just gave her the whole drawer of red thread with the toile. She didn’t seem to mind much, since she needed three more colors for her next outfit. Ethan couldn’t help but see a flattered smile on her face, making him blush at the notion that she was actually appreciative of his attempt.

After completing the orders, Ethan Heart was officially an employee for Carousel Boutique, and he couldn’t be happier about the result. Texting his mom for pickup, Rarity stopped him to thank him for taking the time to considering her line of work over anything else. She then did something he didn’t think she’d do right after meeting him: hugging him. The instant she did, Heart’s entire being quaked at the contact the feeling of the most perfect woman wrapping herself around him in such an intimate manner, even after spending less than a day getting to know him. Whatever the reason, he wasn’t complaining in the slightest. He was enjoying it so much that he didn’t hesitate to return it. Pulling away from each other, Mrs. Heart immediately pulled to the curb, signaling Ethan that it’s time to go. But not before his new boss surprised him again, and gave him a small, farewell peck on the cheek. At that point, Ethan, once getting in the car and waving his new boss bye, was convinced that, despite admitting it being so cliché and corny to be so soon, he was in love with the fabulous fashionista.

From that day forward, it was nothing but a friendly boss-employee relationship between them. Ethan was nothing but a courteous gentleman around Rarity, never letting his feelings for her distract him from his work. Even though sometimes, it made him do things that often landed him in a hot-water situation here and there. Rarity never seem creeped or offput by it; she was but understanding and willing to put up with whatever her assistant did. And he was willing to return the favor, especially when she asked him to model in her latest clothes for her. He actually like it so much that he considered modeling a potential career if his dream career doesn’t go so right, much to their amusement. He was but the greatest assistant that anyone could ask for.

Over time, however, she started to find his methods and his unflinching devotion to her attracting. She considered herself a demanding person sometimes, so demanding that even her friends wouldn’t go ten minutes without giving her a piece of their minds. But Ethan turned out be something more. Whatever she asked him to do, he’d do it without batting an eye. He didn’t try flirting with her or treating her a shallow prize to win at all. To him, she was just another human being who deserved respect. Something her first crush didn’t bother with at all.

Then the truth came out one June day after completing their college sophomore year. The pair of them were in the middle of completing a very big demanded by Sapphire Shores when Rarity suddenly broke down over something yet unexplained to Heart. She just straight crumpled and started sobbing her eyes out, leaving drops of mascara on the store’s floors. Seeing her so miserable just nicked at his soul. Hating to stand by and feel helpless, Ethan got down to her level and tenderly wrapped himself around her, giving her a hug to cry her pain out. Once she finally calmed, he asked whatever was bothering her, to which Rarity cryptically claimed was a broken heart over her boyfriend turning out to be a massive jerk who only cared for himself and wanted nothing with her at all, just so long it made him look good in front of his peers.

Absolutely appalled by what he was told, Ethan outright expressed his wish to give the stuck-up prick the what-for, eager to either pummel his pretty ass into bloody paste or killing and making it seem an accident. While not one for laughing at the thought of someone’s misery, Rarity merely broke down into a helpless giggle fit. Once that died down, she explained how the guy got his just desserts, courtesy of her dad. When asked what was next for her, she merely expressed her plan to wait for someone to approach her and “sweep her off her emotional feet” for being an endearing, compassionate, self-sufficient, and loyal soul who would treat her for the passionate fashionista she is.

Someone equal to Ethan.

Upon hearing that, Heart froze at the very notion of Rarity looking for someone even remotely similar to him. He asked her if she was serious and was met with an affirmative. She went on to describe him and his best traits of organizing, his creative passions in speaking German and promoting the Boutique, and simply being a diamond in the rough of shallow doormats for guys who treated her a feeling human than a winnable prize. By the time she finished, Rarity and Ethan didn’t realize how close their faces were to each other. Their lips just inches apart and their breathing washing onto their faces, they both watched their faces grow red and hot. Ethan offered a small smile that was recuperated in kind, and, in one swift moment, her lips met his.

From that point on, Rarithan were an inseparable pair that always supported each other and their dreams. They comforted each other whenever at their lowest points; they’ve made dates plans with each other; they’ve announced their relationship to their friends and families; they’ve consulted the other about a major choice that affects them and their friendships around them; and before 2022 was done and over with, the boy himself grew the pair to proclaim his love for the fashionista, much to her jubilation. She echoed the sentiment and bestowed her Romeo a kiss just when the clock struck midnight.

For both parties, life was beautiful with their significant other.

Ethan didn’t realize that he reached Rarity’s room until he heard the mechanism of a door handle click him out of his thoughts. He froze and removed his hand swiftly from the handle before he could fully open it. A blush burning on his cheeks, he smacked his temples repeatedly with his clenched left hand, berating himself for nearly intruding on his girlfriend’s private property. After his brief self-abuse, he looked at the door with nothing but resignation and fear.

This was it. This was the event horizon. Once pass the threshold, there’s no turning back. Rarity was going to dump him for not giving her a gift for Valentine’s Day, but not without a possibly violent, ass-whooping. He didn’t want his relationship to end because of his failure at gift-exchanging. But he thought she deserved the best, and if she didn’t think he was for his lack of a gift, then it was her choice, not his. So, steeling her nerves, he brought his clenched fist to the door, and knocked rhythmically to The Blue Danube.

“Ethan, darling,” immediately answered the fashionista through the door, “are you okay?”

“Y-y-yes, I am,” stammered Heart. “I just didn’t wanna barge in without knocking.”

He heard his boo giggling shortly afterwards.

“Oh, sweetie, there’s no need to be discreet with me; you can just walk right in.”

“I know. Still, it’s our first Valentine’s together, and I like to surprise my lady right.”

“That’s understandable. But I honestly doubt whatever surprise you have in mind will hold a candle next to mine.”

I sincerely doubt that.

“Now just come on in, darling. I’ve missed you all day, and I just want to see your handsome face and spend the rest of the day with you.”

He sigh deeply at the invitation. It was time for the breakup itself.

Willing his arm to the door, he reached for the knob. His fingers gripped the cold metal, took one last deep breath, turned it opened, and felt the warm blast of his boo’s room wash over his face,…

…only for his entire face to be lit ablaze.

What he was looking at now was something he’d seen Rarity do hundreds of times in over the two years they’ve known each other. She had always found a way to wear an outfit for the occasion however it suited her, extending it to Ethan when they started getting closer and dating. But this time, this Valentine’s Day, was completely different from the dresses that she wore the previous Valentine’s. This time was something completely surprising and welcoming. He felt overdressed in his blue jeans and midnight-blue collared shirt compared to her. Sitting on her knees, Rarity’s appearance was simple: a pair of lacey black stockings, her fingernails painted red, azure eyes with azure eyeshadow, lips coated in shiny reddish pink, a pair of small diamond earrings, coiffed indigo hair without the hairpin that just made her look more beautiful, and a small necklace with three azure diamonds. But they all paled to the crème de la crème of her ensemble: a red corset that showcased her round, juicy breasts and displayed her gorgeous figure, with black flower designs all over and black frills around her waistline, accompanied by two black ribbons, and on the breast-cups, tied by a small bow.

Words alone could not describe the most gorgeous diamond appearing more beautiful than ever, Ethan knew too well at the moment. His face was completely bright red, his eyes bugging out of his skull and shrinking to the size of atoms. His agape mouth was threatening to break loose, and his jeans slowly felt tighter, clearly because of the pitched tent that was building and bending downstairs.

I’ll be damned, she was right, was all Ethan dumbly thought to himself despite his earlier reservations. He was so captivated by his beautiful girlfriend that vocal communication was utterly moot for him.

Giggling at her boyfriend’s dumbfounded trance, Rarity shifted herself slightly to her left, reaching for a small red heart box. Placing it on her lap, she looked at her beau with a beguiling lip-bite before opening the box to reveal a small assortment of chocolates. Colored in shades of brown, from gold-brown to red brown, the bite-size treats were in a small variety of shapes: some heart-shaped, others swirled, and the rest other random shapes with random features. Simply dropping the lip on her right, her gaze never broke away from her Heart, aimlessly picking a random heart-piece out of the box, and delicately placing it between her mouth-watering breasts.

There were absolutely no words to describe her teasing perfectly.

“Oh, come on now, darling,” teasingly pleaded the half-naked fashionista, “aren’t you gonna complement my latest ensemble?”

Ethan didn't immediately answer, utterly captivated by the unfiltered beauty she was seeing. He tried to speak, only for the words screech out through his closed throat.

"Oh, what's wrong, darling? Opal got your tongue?"

Ethan was going to say something. He really was going. He even thought of how to describe her so accurate. Well, accurate enough so the point will get across how much he’s really drooling over her and hint his urging sexual desire to just have his way with her. The only thing stopping him from doing so, unfortunately, was the lump formed within his throat upon seeing her. He’s had plenty of lumps around her before, but they were all before he confessed his feelings. Anything else was just trying to think of what to say whenever she was being over-dramatic or wanted constructive criticism over her work. But this one was so hard to fight back against. All he could manage was a cracking of voice that only seemed to make Rarity snicker.

“Ethan Evan Heart, I am shocked. I mean, I always knew I was gorgeous. But do you always mean to tell me that whenever I’m half-naked, you’re unable to speak a single, coherent sentence? And here I thought you saw me a human being than a beauty object.”

“N-n-n-no,” Heart immediately sputtered aloud. He didn’t realize how loud he was until he saw Rarity flinch at his outburst. He blushed, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Rare. I’d never think any less of you. It’s just-.”

“Why so defensive,” Rarity joked, barely able to contain her amusement. “You know I like to jab at you on occasion.”

She then scooted herself over to her left, the box and chocolate kept in place by her hands. She then patted down on the bed, inviting Heart to join her. Seeing it, the fourth-eldest Heart crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him before making his way towards his diamond’s bed. It was then he realized that the sheet were changed for the holiday as well. Instead of the white and purple sheets with diamond patterns and simple indigo pillows that he was familiar with, they were Valentine’s themed, in color at least. The sheets were rosy-pink silk, and the pillows were two separate entities of silky red and purple, while a third was of grayish-white fuzz. Once he finally made his way to the bed, he took his shoes off one at a time before leaving them at the foot of the bed. He look at his boo and gestured with his head, shooting slightly upright at his shoes. She gestured him the greenlight with a wave of her hand, and soon heard the clanking of his shoes being kicked underneath the bed. Without wasting another second, Ethan sat himself down on the mattress, his sock-covered feet hanging off the bed and looking at her with those warm dark blue eyes of his.

“I haven’t forgotten that; it’s just I thought you’d be wearing something less…” He gestured at her from the neck down, a blushing expression on his face, “…revealing, for lack of a better word. But I’d never treat you any less than I have since we met.”

He watched his lovely fashionista’s face morph into a blushing smile when she started shifting herself to face him. She knew her man would never treat her any less than a human, and he always knew what to say to make her fall further in love with him. She then scooted herself closer to him, looking back at him with those sparkling azure eyes of hers.

“That’s ever so sweet of you, honey. And I could never think any less of you.”

Not waiting for a response from him, she immediately leaned forward to steal a kiss from him. Their lips soon interlocking, Ethan was now locked in make-out session with the love of his life, a feeling that would instantly melt away any and all bad feelings that he was having. Yet, his foreboding feelings regarding his lack of a gift left him still on edge on Rarity’s reaction towards it. But he didn’t want to ruin anything yet. For now, he could just, even if it were underhanded on his part, keep his mouth shut and just savor the warm, glossy feeling of his lovely, half-naked girl’s lips pressed against his. He could feel the chocolate box slide off her thighs and land on his jeans crotch, his pitched tent slightly twitching underneath, small pieces scattering all over the sheets when she leaned in further to deepen the kiss, their lips perfectly melding together. She brought them closer together when she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, giving him reason to wrap his own limbs around her toned back. He proceeded to rub his hands slowly up and down, causing her to moan into his mouth. He could feel her breasts pressed firmly against his shirt-covered chest, the chocolate heart included. The aroma of her indigo hair was all the more intoxicating for the moment.

Unfortunately for both parties, the need to breath outweighed the moment, forcing them apart. Both halves of Rarithan were left panting for breath, yet maintained lovestruck smiles and eyes. Ethan brought a hand to brush a few loose strands of hair out of his boo’s left eye. He watched a small smile on her face from the gesture.

“But the fact stands that you’ve not complement me yet,” Rarity brought up with a teasing smirk, causing Heart to break into a flustered expression, face burning red hot and eyes shrinking to pinpricks. “So, I’ll ask again: what do you think of my corset?”

Ethan looked at his beautiful woman, and, with a smile, told her exactly what he thought.

“Rarity, I don’t think there’s anything that will remotely describe how sexy you look right now. I mean, I’ve seen you in plenty of gorgeous clothes before, but, honestly, this is top five at best. You’re just so beautiful and hot in that corset, and I’m not even sure if I deserve you.”

He finished his confession with a look of apprehension on his face, waiting for what Rarity just had to say to him. His gaze never broke away from her, and saw but eye widened and sparkling, and a blush with one hand over her lips. That expression alone was enough to make him freeze on the spot, concerned that he might have crossed some sort of line. Seeing this caused the stupefied boyfriend to panic internally.

But before he even had the chance to speak his worries, he was immediately cut off by a massive smooch on his lips by her own. The sudden feeling made him instant jelly, the surge of emotions from his fashionista love just too much to fight back against. Her hands were firmly planted on his cheeks, keeping him in place as she unleashed the extent of her emotions into her beau’s lips. His widened eyes soon caved in and succumbed to the kiss, his palms find their way to her own, wanting to savor the moment yet again.

The kiss was broken with a loud smack, leaving both parties panting, yet pressed together.

“That…was all…I needed…to hear…darling,” panted Rarity, sliding her hands off her man’s cheeks and bringing them down to his shoulders. She then started to massage them, looking at him with a pair of gorgeous bedroom eyes. “I don’t care much…for other’s opinions,…but only yours…matters to me.”

“How could…I not like…your clothes,” replied Ethan, giving her a small smile in response, his nerves calm from the kiss. “Anything you make is just…a rarity.”

He let out a small mirthful chuckle, to which Rarity couldn’t help but laugh along.

“So is your complimenting wit, sweetie,” the fashion designer commented, giving his cheek a peck. She pulled away to flash him a flirting expression. “Now, it’s you and me, in the house, all alone. What would you like to do with me?”

Ethan blushed vibrantly at the sultry way she was looking at him: a cute smile, slightly reddened cheeks, and those innocent, yet flirty eyes with batting lashes. One of his greatest weaknesses around her. Whenever she flashed him that look, he was instantly under her control, allowing her to do whatever she pleased with him. And he was willing to let her have her way with him.

“Honestly, Rare,” he answered, “I didn’t think that far ahead.”

His answer made her giggle.

“Neither did I, darling, but we have all the time in the night here, and we can practically do whatever we want.”

She followed that up by sliding two left fingers down his chest and making her way down to his jean-covered crotch. Once making it down to her destination, she gave it a squeeze. A light one, but enough to instantly make Ethan shudder his hitched breath. She smirked at the result.

The stringed-by-his-limbs Heart boy was hitching his breath at the feeling of his girlfriend squeezing one of his most sensitive parts. He always lost his spine when she squeezed his wood, even if they’ve yet to cross the threshold of sexual intimacy. He’d’ve been completely at her teasing,…if his eyes hadn’t eyed a potential target: the chocolate heart still placed between and on top of her breasts. How it stayed there was beyond his understanding, but he didn’t care. It gave him a reason.

“See something you like, darling,” he heard his boo tease. He didn’t respond vocally, letting his actions do the talking for him. In a swift movement, he brought his head down to her breasts, his lips soon wrapping around the treat and bringing it into his mouth and swallowing it whole. But the treat was a small bonus since he was now kissing along the outline of his girlfriend’s perfect breasts. She was moaning in pleasure while he went about his teasing kissing, sending electrifying shivers across her body and bringing a hand to her right thigh to tenderly massage it.

Once kissing every single inch of the outline, Ethan pulled away and watched his boo’s face stare flirty daggers at him.

“You opportunistic perv,” she teasingly cooed.

“Last I checked, Rare,” he countered, “I’m not the one who left a heart-shaped chocolate on top and between my perfect breasts.”

“The fact still stands, hun. You’re fortunate that you’re my boyfriend; otherwise, I’d beat the life out of you and thrown you out onto the street.”

The mere threat made Heart freeze in fear, the possibility of that happening to him creeping upon every ounces of his being. He maintained a smile for his sweetheart’s happiness. His eyes darted back and forth numerous different places before they found their way back to Rarity, who was leaning towards him with bedroom eyes. Her mere presence close to him was enough to instantly melt his nerves away while he turned to face her.

“But now,” she brought up, “about our Valentine’s plans…”

“I’m sure we can figure something out, Rare,” sultry hummed the boyfriend before pecking her cheek. “For now, how’d you feel about simply making out on your bed?”

Upon hearing his proposal, she merely looked at her beau with a small, sultry smile and gave her answer:

“Tongue me, darling.”

Breaking into a smirk, Ethan needed no other motivation and dove right in for Rarity’s lips. The feeling of her moist, glistening lips on him instantly made him moan in pleasured ecstasy, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around her back to pull her in closer, his tongue pushing back to break through her teeth. In response, she brought her hands to cup his face and deepen the kiss. Soon enough, they broke into a make-out session. Both parties moaning into each other’s mouths and fondling each other so tenderly, their smooches soon evolved into a full-on tongue-wrestling match, each putting up a valiant stand against the other for control. Heart brought himself down on his girl, getting on top of her and slowly taking over the kiss when he started gingerly rubbing her left thigh.

Getting lost in the evenly matched battle with her beau, Rarity merely continued her futile efforts while mentally congratulating herself for her success. She was now in her latest ensemble and successfully seduced her handsomely cute boyfriend with it. Valentine’s was off to a great start for them, with zero doubts about both parties passionately enjoying each other’s company, saliva, and the rest of the day. And she was confident to a tee that, from later on, the night was going to get better for them both.

Later

While not the ideal way of spending Valentine’s for many couples, Rarithan had each other’s company in the comfort of her home, and that was more than enough. Most people would’ve gone to some fancy restaurant for a romantic meal or make out in the most romantic parts of the city. But given the rush for dinner reservations and how crowded most, if not all, of the beautiful sceneries in town are this time of year, it was best for them to just stay at home and enjoy quality time in peace and privacy. Yet, they were eager to do something other than nothing. Since Heart settled in, they’ve been having a tamed first Valentine’s Day. They had dinner comprised of leftovers from the fridge, watched Pretty Woman, slow danced to classic 80’s music, including Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time, snacked on most of the chocolates in the box, and read a couple of chapters of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. They even took the time to brush up on their German speaking. They started taking such classes for their Fall 2022 semester for varying reasons. Rarity wanted to speak in a language that she thought was the most romantic after French, while Ethan, mostly per her suggestions, wanted to speak in a language that his brothers wouldn’t understand and flirt with his sweetheart.

And, right now, the pair were laying down on her bed, cuddled together, merely enjoying each other’s time in the warm embrace of their significant other.

This Valentine’s Day was the best that Ethan has had in forever, and he was enjoying every moment of it the best he could. He had the most gorgeous diamond for his girlfriend; he loved her equal to her love for him; and she was dressed, in his brother Josh’s words, in a “beautisexy” corset that outlined her figure and presented her breasts so sensually. If possible and with her consent, he would want to stay in this moment forever and not change anything. Everything could be perfect…if his mind were not burdened by the fact that he’s still without a gift and before he knows, she was going to want to exchange gifts soon and he would soon face her wrath. What made it worse was the fact that Rarity has been teasing with him, treating him to so much flirting that he was bound to pounce on her. He was enjoying it, but when she knows about his lack of gift, she’ll feel that she was subjected to some “uncouth teasing for an equally uncouth neanderthal,” how she’d put it. The very notion made him feel so ashamed of himself. He could just tell her right now and be done with it, but it wouldn’t change anything.

Rarity, meanwhile, was enjoying her Valentine’s with her Heart to the fullest. She didn’t care that everything they did wasn’t the most flashy or extravagant things to do on such a holiday, but it was still enough for her to have a good time, because she had the greatest guy in the world. He was everything she wanted in a prince of a boyfriend: compassionate, caring, handsome, honest, loyal, and generous when needed. He was simply perfect in her eyes, and she couldn’t think of a better man for her even if she tried. Yet, she was aware that when one enters a relationship, both parties are expected to be ready to support and be supported by each other. And, right now, her man was in serious need of it. She saw him try numerous times, but whenever she occasionally looked his way, she knew there was something plaguing his mind. If she tried asking him directly, he’d simply deny anything and just mask his discomfort. Watching him try to be strong, while a part of her thought it noteworthy, wasn’t going to do wonders for him. So, while on his chest, the generous fashionista contemplated her next move.

Ethan looked down at his indigo-haired diamond with a small smile, watching her so content and at peace, simply laying herself down on his chest, eyes closed and a smile and pinkish blush on face. He brought his hands to her hair and started running his fingers through the perfectly coiffed waterfall gingerly, listening to her moan.

Rarity started moaning when he felt her prince’s hand run through her hair. One of her biggest weaknesses. Whenever he pulled that move, she’d instantly fall under his spell, letting herself do nothing but submit to his will. She opened her eyes slightly to look down at their cuddled positions, her stockings sticking out.

Her eyes widened and her moaning ceased, which halted Ethan’s efforts.

“Is something wrong, Rare,” inquired Ethan in a tender voice, looking at his beautiful girl with concern and fear. She looked up in his general direction with a smile.

“Oh, nothing at all, darling,” she assured her boyfriend. “I was simply considering taking off my stockings, provided that you’re okay with it.”

Hearing that made Ethan’s eyes shrink and his face crack with sweat. Rarity? Taking off her stockings? Exposing her bare feet to him? Making him feel all the more worst about supposedly stringing her along and making her waste her time on a boy who doesn’t express his love for her with a stupid gift?

Mercy, where’s that fricking death?!?

“Heh, I don’t mind,” he chokily replied, breathing shakily, “whatever makes you feel more comfortable, babe.”

Smart, self. Listen to your penis and dig yourself deeper. Why don’t you just eat two barrels while you’re at it?!?

“Always so considerate about me,” she hummed, leaning in to peck him. “One of the many reasons why I love you, darling.”

Heh, don’t speak so soon, sweetie.

Breaking apart from each other, Ethan sat straight and cross-legged while Rarity leaned herself against her silky pillows, her knees touching her stomach. Her hands then made their way towards their lacey target on the left leg. She slid them up her thigh slowly and teasingly, moaning along the way, looking at her man while biting her lip and giving off her bedroom eyes. She wanted to coo at the adorable face he was making, completely flustered and entranced by her sexuality. Her fingernails reached the top of the stocking, and lightly gripped the fabric before slowly sliding it upward. She positioned herself up to easily take it off, sliding it off teasingly, just to keep Ethan on the edge of his seat.

Her man, on the other hand, was on the verge of a breakdown at this point. He just wanted to enjoy a nice Valentine’s Day with her, but now he was feeling no better than complete shit. He couldn’t help feeling that he was dragging her along, making her feel that she wasted all the sexual energy on a boyfriend who gave her no gift that expressed his love for her. He only felt worser when he saw her finally removed the stocking to reveal her dainty cute feet, the toes matching her fingers in nail color. Merely, the sight of it made his face heat up in love and shame, even more so when she wiggled them in front of him. He was now deep in his self-loathing, not paying any mind to Rarity at all while she repeated the process with her right target.

Oh, why is she being extra flirty today, bemoaned the fourth-eldest Heart to himself. This is just making me feel more worse.

“Oh, handsome!”

The sound off his boo’s singing voice broke Ethan out of his thoughts. Shaking himself straight, his eyes widened at the sight of Rarity’s right foot being up close and right in front of his face. He could see the artificial light of the room shine their way onto her red polished nails. He looked back at his girlfriend leaning back against the mattress, and felt his innards melt away once again at the combo of bedroom eyes and lip-biting. Why was she so freaking sexy and good at the face?

“Y-y-yes, b-beautiful,” he croaked, stupefied.

“I just asked what you thought of my bare legs, Ethan.”

“Oh, they’re-.” He felt his entire mouth freeze wide open, not taking the time to actually observe what was asked of him. His eyes worked their way down her legs, finding his beautiful, corset-wearing diamond to be looking even more beautisexy without the stockings. Now she could strut her long, sexy, skinny legs in their perfect glory. And that was what they were to him: perfect. No different than the rest of her, from hair to toes. Her legs were perfect for carrying the rest of the walking perfection that was his girlfriend.

“Well,” she teasingly poked for an answer.

“They’re…perfect,” he managed to choked out. “Simply…perfect.”

“Darling, you claimed the same thing regarding my hair and my eyes and, well, everything else.”

“Well, what else can I say about you, sweetie? You’re just…walking perfection. I can’t imagine any other word describing you so accurately.”

He watched her giggling at his claim. She then retracted her leg and sat straight to give her beau a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t a kiss that often evolved into a tongue-on-tongue brawl; it was simply a passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss that instantly made both parties fall more in love with each other.

She pulled away, looking up at her boyfriend with her seducing bedroom eyes and lip bite.

He looked down at her face, and tried his best to mask his discomfort and contempt for what he was certain was coming.

“I hope you enjoyed the view, darling,” seductively cooed the generous fashionista, walking two fingers up his chest, sending shivers across his body. “Because I could have more in store for you.” She then brought her head to rest on his chest with closed eyes, failing to notice her man stiffening at the contact. “So. Much. More.”

“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

Rarity jumped out of her body upon hearing her man scream out. His outburst somehow echoed across the house, evident by the hissing yowl Opalescence emitted from downstairs. Regaining her bearings, she turned to see her boyfriend burying his face in his hands. He then balled his right hand and started beating himself across the head. Muffled it was, but she could faintly hear him whisper, “stupid, stupid, stupid…”

Watching it made her heart tear at the seams. She couldn’t help but slightly tear up. Something clearly made him scream that way. Was it something before arriving at her place? Something at college? Her? Her eyes widened at the horrifying possibility, despite knowing the vast unlikeliness of the possibility. Whatever the case, she acted.

Ethan felt the bed rustling and the sheets shifting from the corner of his eyes. He then felt a gentle hand befall on his knee. His eyes looked up to stare back at Rarity’s sapphires, who was offering a sharp contrast towards her seductive, yet loving smile: a saddened, yet concerned frown. Seeing it instantly made him feel cold inside. Seeing, let alone making her, his girlfriend upset was enough to make him drop his defenses.

“Sweetie,” she tenderly cooed, “whatever is the matter? What can’t you take anymore?”

Sighing in defeat, he looked at his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, Rare,” he admitted slowly. The more he explained himself, the more he broke down. “All I really wanted to have a nice Valentine’s Day for us, but instead I’ve ruined it. Well, mostly for me, but right now, I’m ruining it for both of us. I tried finding you a gift before getting here and couldn’t find anything that was cheap and within your interests. I was just so scared that you’d break things off between us over something material. I do love the corset, no lie, but I couldn’t help feeling that I was stringing you along, letting you expose your naked body to some ‘jerkass’ who you thought didn’t care about your feelings in the slightest. And then, Sweetie Belle told me about the last guy you threw out of the hou-.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up, darling,” halted Rarity, cutting her vulnerable boyfriend off with a finger to his lips. He stared straight at her and flinched upon seeing her stern frown, insistent daggers for eyes with one eyebrow raised. “What exactly did Sweetie Belle tell you?”

She removed her finger to allow Ethan to speak, sweat running down his face at the rage he somehow provoked.

“She uh…just told me that the uh, uh…last guy that you brought into the house left with a broken nose and crying out his blinded, black eyes. She even mentioned you cut half…of his…hair off?”

He cringed the last words out upon seeing his love stare at him with an agape mouth and wide eyes. He was now frozen still in fear, waiting for some sort of reaction. Whatever the case, he thought that it wasn’t going to be pleasant for him. He closed his eyes for the inevitable slap.

“Oh my goodness, darling. You know what I did to Blueblood?”

His eyes shot open.

“Wait, what,” Ethan exclaimed in shock. A smile formed wide with his next words: “You did all that to Blueblood himself?!”

“Why, yes, I did,” confirmed the boo, a smile that was bigger than his. “I called him one night before you and I started dating. I brought himself in the house, introduced him to my family-they could’ve cared less, which I don’t blame them for-I brought him up to this room, I teased him a little, and before he knew it with his smoochy face, I socked him right in the nose!”

Both parties were smiling and laughing at the notion of Rarity clubbing the crap out of that stuck-up, pompous prick.

“Oh my goodness, are you for real?! Is this even the same Blueblood who was Celestia’s nephew?”

“Former nephew, darling. He told me that he cut himself off from his family when we were dating for that one week.”

At that point, Ethan’s smile dropped to a frown.

“Wait,” he questioned, “you dated that selfish shit? Is he the same guy you were crying over back in June last year?”

Rarity’s face lost all mirth and frowned at the mention of her ex.

“Yes, he is,” she confessed, looking down at the bed. “The truth is that I didn’t think he was that selfish. It was just an act to hide the real prince charming within, I kept telling myself. He was everything I wanted in a boyfriend: compassionate, caring, handsome, honest, loyal, generous, a true gentleman, even at his worst. But I was late on the realization. He was that self-centered, greedy, heartless, stuck-up shit-pardon my language, darling-and I was so mad at both him and myself. That’s why I was crying that day: because I hated myself for not realizing it before I wasted that week dating him and not going after the true man of my affections: you.”

At that declaration, Heart’s eyes widened and his heart warmed.

“Honestly, I started developing a crush on you when you started working for me. Your quirks, your methods of helping around the Boutique, your unflinching devotion. Don’t tell him this, but you admittedly put Spike Sparkle to shame with the extent of your helping me. I wasted so much time chasing after an act of a prince instead of going after the real prince in front of me. That’s why I made the first move: to make up for so much time with you. To finally be with my one true love who loves me no less than I love them. And I could care less about the commercialized tradition of gift-giving. All I want for any Valentine’s Day is simply the Heart who swept me off my feet.”

By the time she finished, her eyes were tearing up, the weight of her vulnerability finally cracking through her shield. Usually, she’d sweat over ruined makeup, but she wanted her Ethan to know how vulnerable she was feeling at this point.

Seeing this gave him the instinct to comfort her. Cautious to not cross a line, he wrapped his arms around her. The contact made her slightly flinch, causing him to retract his hands slightly. Before he could fully retract, though, she immediately leaned her head towards his chest, the smooth, indigo waterfall making its way past his shirt and sending euphoric shivers across his body. The feeling was undermined, however, by his saddened girlfriend.

“Oh my Rarity,” he sadly cooed, wrapping his arms around her. “What’ve I done to you? Thinking that getting you a gift would make you love me more when you, while a little less compared to me, don’t care for material gifts?”

“No one, myself included, would blame you, sweetie,” assured the downhearted girlfriend. “We both know that I can be melodramatic and demanding on occasions.”

“Yeah, well, If I’m to be more honest, there were times…that I was willing to quit on you in the past.”

“What,” Rarity exclaimed, immediately jolting herself straight and staring at Ethan with wide, shocked eyes. With her still in his arms, Heart was now staring back at her with a cringed smile, rubbing the back of his embarrassed head with his left hand, his eyes looking away from her.

“Yeah,” admitted the boyfriend in headlights, “I’m not proud of it, either. Mostly during the beginning, though, your demands were often impossible to meet to your expectations, and I was ready to throw the towel and not look back on you.”

The more he explained himself, he was gaining confidence, while his girlfriend was slowly forming an incredulous expression at his willingness to quit in the past.

“But you want to know why I stayed with you after all this time?”

At that, Rarity composed herself and glared at Heart with daggers and a pout.

“Oh, please, darling,” she sarcastically demanded, folding her arms. “Enlighten me.”

She’s actually pretty cute with that pouty look on her face, Ethan mentally commented before “enlightening” his love.

“Well,” he explained, “after a really busy day of meeting customers’ orders and your demands, I returned home, thinking I should just drop everything, working for you and my crush, and just focus on college. But then, my brother Josh related to me his misadventures with Sunset Shimmer. He told me how there were times that he could have just left Sunset forever and moved onto another girl. But he told me that it was worth it in the end. And we both know what happened to him and Sunset after the Formal.”

While he made his case, his girlfriend’s insulted expression slowly melted away. Soon, her face was conveying nothing short of being touched. Her eyes shined with small tears, glistening more with each word that echoed from her beau’s mouth.

“So what I’m trying to explain is that I thought-knew-that you were worth standing by for. Unrealistic you can call it, for all I care, but it’s my honest-to-goodness truth to you. You deserved nothing less of a prince who’d put you on the highest pedestal imaginable. And I’d have been willing to do anything just to see you happy, whether or not I enjoyed whatever was demanded of me. Basically, I wanted to be your perfect everything a-.”

He was immediately cut off by a sudden pull into his Valentine’s. Before he could question the next course of action, he suddenly felt the oxygen within him make its way into Rarity’s mouth, her tongue piercing its way pass his teeth. He felt his cheeks pressed closed together by her delicate, yet beautiful hands. His widened eyes slowly gave in, his own hands making their way around her curvy, mouthwatering waist. He then pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss and allowing his boo’s tongue entry while fighting his tongue through her oral threshold. It was at that moment that his self-loathing was replaced with utter bliss.

Soon, both parties became lost in their passionate moment, their tongues locked in intimate combat. Their hands moved around, Rarity’s from Ethan’s cheeks to the back of his neck and his up to her upper back. They both moaned in content at the contact and the moment they were savoring with each other. Their lips molded perfectly with their tongues dying down in their efforts. There was nothing between the pair. No emotional turmoil. No drama. No relationship-damaging baggage. Just them. And their mutual love.

Soon after, they broke apart, breathing heavy and staring down each other with loving eyes and smiles. Their arms remained where they were.

“Und das ist als wie ich ziehe vor dich seist, Liebling (And that’s just how I prefer you to be, darling),” Rarity quietly declared in German before pecking her beau’s lips. “Du bist zehn mal der Mann Blueblood war immer und wird es auch sein (You’re ten times the man Blueblood ever was and will be).”

“Nun (Well),” replied Ethan in the same tongue, “du bist ehrlich besser als die meisten Prinzessinnen Ich weiß für wählend ein mit Herz bürger über ein selbstberechtigt Fürst (you’re honestly better than most princesses I know for choosing a kindhearted commoner over a self-titled prince).”

His comment made her giggle sweetly before she pecked his cheek.

“Du hast ein verblüffend Talent für deutschsprachig, Liebling (You’ve an amazing talent for speaking German, darling).”

“He, Ich würde nicht habe genommen Deutsch Klassen wenn du hast nicht empfehlen sie (Hey, I’d never have taken German classes if you hadn’t recommended them).”

“Wer hätte anspruch dass Deutsch ist nicht eine romantisch Sprache (Who would claim that German isn’t a romantic language)?”

“Ihr geratet ist nein mehr gut als mein, Liebling (Your guess is no more good than mine, babe).”

Not another word was spoken among the pair while they merely smiled at each other and sported bedroom eyes at each other. They then leaned towards each other and resumed their kissing, their lips mirroring each other’s movements perfectly. They moaned into each other’s mouths, savoring each other’s flavor.

Wanting to sweeten the deal, Heart slid one of his hands from her back to the front of her chest. His hand was now directly beneath her mouthwatering breasts. But he resisted the temptation to clutched even one of them and instead moved it down her stomach, sending shivers across her body. His senses were warning about going near uncharted territory, forcing him to detour slightly to his right before finally crossing with his target.

He then proceeded to slide two fingers across her upper thighs. He felt her entire body shake at the feeling of his fingers running across an area close to her womanhood. She then moaned herself into his mouth, much to his satisfaction. They continued kissing while he started massaging her left thigh with his right hand, causing her to moan even more. The collective sensation was a slice of passionate heaven for them both.

Their lips remained locked until a mutual need for oxygen outweighed their passion.

They broke apart again, flirting smirks plastered on each other’s faces despite their deep breathing.

“So,” he asked in amused English, “Blueblood’s now out cut out of his family’s will?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” she boasted with a confident smirk. “He was so arrogantly confident that he could make himself 'richer than those charitable, non-self-serving degenerates for a family'-his words, not mine-on his own. And look where it’s gotten him at this point. He’s probably lying face-up in a gutter or begging for change on the street. Serves the bastard right, regardless.”

“Wow. And here I was thinking you were too generous to laugh at someone’s expense.”

“I reserve such distasteful comments for only the worst of people. And I let my friends know not to screw with me.”

“And I definitely know better than that. Plus, I know it’s probably not okay to ask on my part, but you didn’t happen to record you punching Blueblood or snap a picture, did you?”

“That’s what Sweetie Belle was for. When we were in the room, Blueblood and me, she was recording underneath my fainting couch. Remind me to show you later on my phone; it’s in a folder labelled ‘Karma is a dish best served fabulous.’”

“Holy shit, my girlfriend’s a fricking savage.”

The joke provoked both parties into a collective fit of laughter. Once their mirth shortly died down, the fashionista made yet another move on him: simply bringing one hand to his cheek, bringing him to her direction, and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Ethan soon followed afterwards with a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss.

Locked in the moment for a couple of passionate moments, the pair pulled away before looking at each other with affectionate eyes.

“Ich liebe dich, Ethan Heart (I love you),” declared th generous fashion designer in German.

“Ich liebe dich auch, Rarity (I love you too),” returned the fourth-eldest Heart in the same language.

The pair then butted heads, eyes closed with small, warm smiles and content with the comfort and love they share with each other. Not one word was spoken by each party.

Rarithan shared their intimate moment in peace before the generous fashionista broke it.

“Now that we got the melodrama out of the way,” she quipped, “what do you say we make our first Valentine’s Day more memorable?”

“Hmm,” her beau questioned. He pulled away to see a lust-stricken expression, her bedrooms eyes strangling him by his heartstrings. “How do you propose?”

“Oh, I honestly don’t know, Liebling,” she simply stated, her gaze never breaking away from him. Unbeknownst to him, she made her move.

He shivered at the sudden feeling of two fingers placed on his shirt-covered chest. She then began walking their way down from his chest. She took her time, slowly leading her red-polished nails down his abdomen. She looked back at his face, smirking at the sight of his shivering expression. Her gaze never broke away from him while she continued to lead her fingers down to their intended target. His slightly-rising chest didn’t deterred her mission. She smirked further at the sight of Ethan’s red-tomato face.

Oh, he’s so cute when I touch him so intimately, she mentally mused to herself.

Heart’s face was burning to the point that it threatened to melt off his skull. His eyes never stayed in one place, darting their way from location to the next, never once landing on his beautiful diamond of a girlfriend. His senses tracked her walking fingers, and he’d had a very valid feeling about where they were heading. Biting his tongue, he felt his temples grow moist at the implications of what was next for him.

His breath hitched and his eyes retreated deep into his skull when the walking digits finally stop at a very certain sweet spot of his. Bullets started leaking down his cheeks and eyelids when he heard Rarity’s sweet, yet amused laugh.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed, “you’re so sensitive down there,…aren’t you?”

The generous fashionista didn’t bother to wait for an answer and instead went for the whole staff. She slightly jumped back when he heard Ethan gasp in hitches at the feeling of her grasping his manhood behind his denim barriers. She giggled at the contortions that were terraforming across Ethan’s entire face.

“Do you really love me touching your wood that much,” she hummed, an innocently hungry smile on her lower face.

Heart was trapped in an aroused seizure, the feeling of his johnson being touched by his lovely girlfriend being without equal. He looked back at her, her smile making his heartrate rise ever more slightly and piercing his heart. He was now wondering if she slipped something in the chocolates on his dinner. Whatever the case, he, along with his most defining gender feature, was completely under her lustful control.

And he wasn’t going to turn it down at all.

“Rare,” he groaned through the pleasure surging across his body, “are you…suggesting…that we…advance…to the next…level?”

Another squeeze sent his head looking upward at the ceiling. In his euphoria, he vaguely heard Rarity chuckle.

“What gave me away,” she responded.

Her intentions now confirmed, she released her grasp on his hardened member, letting him breath steadily after being teased in such a desirable manner. She then watched her Heart struggle his head back to face her, an even-brighter hue of red across his face. Biting her lips, she didn’t give any chance of recuperation.

She immediately started kissing and sucking on his neck and throat, instantly sending him into shivering fits. Her lip gloss has been schmeared all over his face all night, but now she was schmearing his neck with it, just to mark her beau. Her kisses and sucking echoed across the room, probably making their way across the whole house. She smiled to herself when she heard him moaning in pleasure at her kisses. She kept her lips locked onto his neck, never daring to break away.

Eventually, she broke away, a smack echoing across the room. She pulled back, biting her smirk at the glossy, purple mark now etched onto Heart’s skin.

“My, what a gorgeous hickey,” commented the azure-eyed Valentine’s. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“It should be,” quipped the dark-blue-eyed Heart. “An equally gorgeous diamond gave it to me.”

“Well, I merely felt that my sweet and handsome boyfriend deserved a beauty mark…before the main event.”

Before he could question her, Ethan was immediately blinded by a thick blue fabric, cool air shivering across his abdomen. His mouth became muffled by his shirt being yanked upward in his face, his body quaking at the cool air coming over. His arms were lifted up automatically before the clothing was finally removed from his skin. He breathed deep when he regained his vision and saw the lust behind his girlfriend’s eyes, a smile following shortly behind.

“Mmm-mmm,” she hungrily hummed, eyeing her man-candy up and down. “My dear Ethan, you’ve a handsome figure for someone who doesn’t works out excessively.” She then brought her bare hand to feel him.

“Well,” he fidgeted to speak, anticipating her hand. “I try to keep myself healthy enough to n-.”

Just instantly, Heart quaked in euphoria at the feeling of Rarity’s naked hand over his naked chest. Her fingers ran seamlessly across his skin, her fingers combing across his left nipple. The contact made him breath in hitches. She squeezed his breast gingerly, leaning forward to peck at it. The kisses made her beau moan and shiver at the attention his left breast was starting to get. She pulled away before looking at him again.

“Yet you’re great eye-candy, darling. To me, at least. But I’m certain that there’s nothing compared to your moneymaker downstairs.”

“Oh. So you want me to-?”

“After me, darling.”

Her hand detaching from his breast, Ethan was left to watch his boo go about her own business. Bringing both hands to the breast cups, she never looked away from him, bearing down at him with a clear, yet passionate lust while her fingertips made their way around the smoothly soft knot in between. She gave him a small wink before her fingers gripped the loop knots and pulled them apart, delicately undoing the small knot. He watched with rapt attention when the silky knots came loose and hung apart in threads. His excitement only grew more with Rarity’s hands being brought over them before pulling the cups down.

In that one movement, Heart’s entire face went red, and his manhood grew even more harder at the sight of his girlfriend’s unfiltered beauty. Her pair of perfect, round, full breasts with erect nipples was enough to instantly make him go crazy with lust. He just wanted to pounce on her and just have at her. But he was forced to be the bigger man and deal with the uncomfortableness of his tent.

“See something irresistible, beau,” Rarity teased. She brought one hand to elevate her pair. Her man’s only response was to vigorously nod, much to her amusement. She licked her glossy lips before demanding: “Now, in one go,…both of your pants.”

His eyes widening and his face heating up more, Ethan did not object to his queen’s commands and did what he was told. Hands on his belt, he moved them to the buckle before undoing it with mild struggle and taking the leathery snake off his waistline. He watched his Valentine’s stare at him with those lustful sapphire eyes that longed for more. He tossed the belt off the bed before he shifted himself to the edge of the bed. Then, after looking at her one last time, he proceeded to the main event. After undoing his button and zipper, his fingers interlaced with the waistline of his jeans, making sure that he was also latched onto his underwear. His face was on fire at this point, breathing deep to cool his nerves before he developed the will to do so.

He lowered his hands further, feeling a sudden draft hit his nether region, making his face burn even more. He just couldn’t believe that this way actually happening. He was about to have sex with the most beautiful in his life, and that was after some teasing foreplay that left him stark naked. He wasn’t complaining at all; it was just too much to take in at once. Only good thing he could vouch about taking his pants off, though, was that it released his rock-hard member from its small-spaced prison.

Finally, he removed his legs entirely from their denim confinements. He looked down at his still sock-covered feet. He leaned down at them and quickly removed them, freeing his ten toes from their own imprisonment. Now he was completely naked. And he has yet to let his girlfriend judge his birthday suit.

He shifted himself to face his Rarity, only to be hypnotized by her current action.

His dark blues were now entranced by her lovely hands going about the corset’s clasps. She had already undone two, and there were but four more to undo. And her azure eyes were looking dead at him the whole time with but lust. She smirked confidently at the man of her lust, watching his face go even redder than humanly possible, while she unclasped three more clasps. She felt her hands reach the last one, exactly above her corset-covered womanhood, her gaze never breaking from his. Licking her lips once more, her gaze stayed glued to her man when she finally undo her sixth and final clasp.

Finally clasp free, she pulled apart the front of her corset to reveal her gorgeous belly. Heck, to Ethan, everything about her was beautiful, and she was very well aware of it. And she wasn’t scared to tease him with the fact. She watched her Heart twitch in lust for her to next move when she did nothing more after revealing her flat, yet toned stomach. She watched with personal amusement at her beau, whose face was now broken into a stupefied trance, his watering mouth quivering with desire. She brought herself onto her knees before placing her hands down to her open corset’s waistline.

“Are you ready for the…pinnacle beauty of Rarity,” was her simple, yet lustful question.

“Yes,” was his simple, yet lustful answer.

With that, she brought her hands down, the red fabric of her latest outfit sliding down her perfect skin so beautifully. She never broke her gaze from her man, whose face was now an agape mouth and widened eyes with the yearning for her to unveil her natural, beautiful glory. She could have just dropped the corset entirely, but she wanted herself completely free of clothing. The very need forced her to lean forward to her prince when the one-piece corset reached her knees. One leg at a time, she managed to slide her crème de la crème off easily before she completely removed from her lustrous legs. Now, other than her earrings and necklace, she was completely naked, her unfiltered beauty on full display for her boyfriend to gawk over.

And gawking he was. When Rarity straightened herself on her knees again, he was then seeing her completely and utterly nude. The very sight of it made his libido kick into maximum overdrive, his penis growing and twitching at the sexually implications of what was to follow between them. Everything about her was drop-dead sexy, and she knew it no more than he knew. She was now definitely fitting Heart’s first assumptions of her being a siren, with her long, sexy, legs, skinny, lustrous arms, perfectly coiffed hair, and beautiful sapphire eyes. But none of that could ever compare to the two eyesores that were her pair of juicy, round breasts and her clean, mouthwatering, slightly moist womanhood. All that put together just made Rarity look even more no different than a beautiful goddess.

“Tut mein Prinz liebe mein Naturschönheit (Does my prince love my natural beauty),” she asked in German.

“Ehrlich, so viel dass ich möchte auslassen das Vorspiel (Honestly, so much that I wish to skip the foreplay),” Ethan commented in the same tongue, much to her mirth.

“Geduldig, mi Baby. Wir werden stanzen unser fau-Karten bald genug, aber gerade (Be patient, my baby. We’ll punch our V-cards soon enough, but right now)…”

She didn’t speak anything else. She instead went to the nightstand on her bedframe’s left, going for the heart-shaped box of chocolates and opening it to reveal the three remaining hearts left. Tossing the lid aside, she turned to her Heart and never looked away before laying herself flat on her bed. The box still in hand, she absentmindedly fished for a golden-brown heart and hovered it in front of her beau. She looked at him with those bedroom eyes that she was a queen at doing before she brought the heart down across her body.

Ethan watched with rapt attention, his attention split between his beautifully nude diamond and where she was taking the chocolate. His eyes grew wide when she slid past her ribcage and kept it going towards her belly button. Where was she going? What did she have in mind? His mind started to malfunction when he saw the piece go past her button and get closer and closer to her personal territory. His johnson stiffened straight and his eyes widened even more. His rational mind reached a conclusion that didn’t seem possible for even his boo of all people.

She proved him greatly wronged when her hand and the chocolate finally stopped at their destination.

Jaw slackened to the point of snapping off, he looked back at her and was nearly turned into jelly by her lustful smile and eyes. What didn’t help matters at all was her simple German command:

“Isst mein Schokolade bei neunundsechzig, Liebling (Eat my chocolate at sixty-nine, darling).”

“Jawohl, mein Diamant (Yes, my diamond),” obeyed the fourth-eldest Heart, still utterly stupefied by how she was going about her sex proposal.

Getting down on all four, he crawled his way towards the woman he was yet to give his virginity to. But, for now, he was going to pleasure her however she demanded, even if it meant licking her pie with a chocolate cherry on top. He was now within arms’ reach of her before he shifted himself to have his unmentionables face her instead. He eyed his chocolate-covered target, his mouth watering at what he was soon to dine on. He then adjusted himself to have himself on top of his naked beauty before he then lowered himself down a little. He could just imagine his knees pressed deep into the bed’s silky covers on either side of Rarity’s head. But most important, he could just imagine the lust mustered across her face, and how eager she was to suck the lust out of his hardened member.

He brought his head down for his mouth to be directly above his target, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Your penis looks simply fantastic to dine on, darling," complimented the fashionista. She ran her fingers across his hardened member, sending shivers across his body.

"It's...not that great,...is it," moaned Heart.

"It is to me. And I can only imagine how you use it on me."

Ethan's face was lit ablaze at the innuendo, his spine shivering at the inevitable finale.

“Well, then, unless there's anything else to get out in the open,...are you ready for me, my dear princess?”

Despite knowing her answer very well, he was given the drive to dine with her words:

“Let’s be uncouth animals.”

He didn’t bother to tease her at all, for he immediately dove in for a taste,…

…exactly when Rarity brought her hands to his ass cheeks and leaned up for her own.

Both halves of Rarithan gasped in euphoric arousal. The feeling of their most intimate areas being orally touched was enough to render their spines to jelly. The collective feeling itself was indescribable, but they pressed forward with their sixty-nine.

Ethan was still unable to believe that this was actually happening. He was now on his hands and knees, giving his girlfriend the pleasure only attainable through her very special someone. He was sucking and kissing her pussy, making sure to lick every single inch of her just to simply mark his own territory, all while feeling every bit of electrifying suck that Rarity delivered to him. It was a wet dream of his come true. And he was more than happy to make it a reality. Before he went further, he made sure to swallow the chocolate whole before continuing his efforts. While he was going to town on her lower lips, his tongue breaking past her barrier, he decided to pleasure her in more ways than through oral. He brought his hands up and gingerly ran them over her thighs, sending shivers across her body. Once they made their way to her inner thighs, he began tenderly massaging them. He could hear Rarity moan through her fellatio. He smirked to himself at his accomplishment. He multitasked his oral and massaging assaults on his generous girlfriend. Suddenly, he released his oral grip in a gasp at the feeling of a small hand massaging his balls. He stifled his moaning before continuing his efforts, letting her boo's hands stay where they were.

Rarity was enjoying this no more than her prince was. She couldn’t believe that she was actually going to lose his virginity to her perfect man. She quivered at the feeling of her lower lips being licked and tongued so lustfully while she was deepthroating his big, hard wood. She used her tongue to douse every inch of his manhood in her saliva, moaning and groaning in the process. She felt the chocolate on her pussy be taken from her before Ethan continued his work on her moist entrance. Her muffled moaning at his tongue piercing her barrier, she shivered in more euphoria at the ginger feeling of his hands wrapped on her thighs. She was then a moaning mess of a fashionista being bathed in her Heart's lustful, from his pussy-kissing to his thigh-massaging, making her feel unwilling to do anything than take his onslaught in stride. But she wasn't one to just give in without a fight. While she continued her fellatio, she willed her hands to make their way up to his sack. Both hands found a handful of testes, making Ethan gasp away from his pussy loving. She mentally patted her back for getting such a rise out of her eye-candy while her hands continued to tenderly massage and grasp his balls. She twitched her legs slightly when her pussy was assaulted yet again.

Rarithan were now lost in an ocean of sexual euphoria aboard a creaking bedframe that managed to hold their passion. They were, and wish they could be forever, two pieces fitting each other perfectly.

And they were both starting to feel their limit.

Both parties started to moan louder and louder with every caress and kiss. Every passionate moment shared between them was making it impossible for both parties to hold back their flood of reproductive fluids.

“Rare,” panted Ethan between kisses, “Are you...starting to...break? Because I-.”

He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, for he suddenly pushed off her boo and fell flat on his back onto the mattress. Straightening his dazed vision, he looked up to see Rarity and her chest block most of his vision. Her flirty smile and bedroom eyes were slightly hotter with her slightly sweaty face. Both individuals were breathing hard, trying to recuperate from their tidal waves of pleasure.

He opened his mouth to question her but was immediately silenced by two fingers.

“I know…I just pushed you…off me without explanation,…darling,” she panted, “but I…had to…stop you…so you could…unload…within me.”

At that, Ethan’s entire face went, if even possible for humans, even redder and hotter from more than the arousal rush he had just experienced. Did she really just suggest that he burst his orgasm into her womb? She was just chalk full of surprises; this honestly shouldn’t be a major shocker at this point.

She removed her fingers from his lips, prompting him to speak.

“As…mein Liebling…desires,” panted Heart before he leaned up for a kiss. His lips were cut off yet again by her fingers. He looked up and blushingly smiled at the giggling expression Rarity was making right now.

“Just allow me one task to do, my dear baby,” she requested. She pecked his lips before moving away from his vision.

His libido dying down, the smiling boyfriend craned his head up to see Rarity’s sexy derrière facing him in his general direction. His eyes remained glued on her backside while she scrambled her hands at her nightstand’s drawer, looking for something. She jumped up slightly, meaning she found her desired treasure. She held up in her left hand with a smile a small wheel. He eyed it and instantly knew what it was before he returned to her unknowingly tempting booty.

In her peripheral vision, Rarity’s eyes caught her beau. She saw where his attention was before snickering to herself. She cleared her throat, instantly getting his eyes on hers. Winking at him, she kissed her free hand before bringing it down hard onto her right butt cheek. She watched her man’s smile slightly slack at the ripple effect on her flawless ass, a light pink mark forming onto it.

“Play your cards right,” she offered, “and you can grope my cheeks when you’re riding me.”

Ethan bit his lips to stifle his aroused moan at her seducing proposal. He always fell under her spell whenever she flirted with him. He watched her return to her business with the wheel. Opening it, he could prove his theory correct about the wheel’s purpose, while making out fifteen pills within it, with thirteen punched out and emptied. She then popped one into her right hand, thus making fourteen down, fourteen to go. One birth control pill in hand, she placed the wheel on her nightstand before her free hand reached out for a cup of water that he was now noticing. Leaning her head back, she dropped the pill into her mouth before taking a small gulp of her water.

With a smile, she was ready for the finale.

Safe from pregnancy and on her knees, she turned to her laying man, a look of lustful anticipation plastered on her face. Saying nothing else, she gestured him forward to her with a finger. Heart quickly obliged her wishes, standing on his knees and looking at her on her level. Before he knew it, he found himself clutched by his shoulders and brought flat on his back yet again. Regaining his surroundings, he felt his head leaning against one of her silky pillowcases. And Rarity was now on her knees, staring down at him with an obvious ember of lust, her hands firmly pressed down on his chest.

Ethan felt his wood twitch out of control at how close her possible moist womanhood was to it. He eagerly waited for some sort of signal to punch their V-cards.

“Now what else are you waiting for, my darling,” she simply commanded. She brought herself upright for a brief moment before bringing herself back a bit, so their defining gender features were but three inches apart from connecting. She watched her boyfriend’s near-drooling smile at the inevitable action.

Her next words were all the encouragement he needed.

“Now, my dear Heart,…fuck me.”

Needing no other encouragement, Ethan’s hands immediately grasped her perfect waist, lined his rock-solid penis with her perfect pussy, looked reassuringly into her perfect, satisfied face, and, without further ado, brought himself upward for her perfect virginity.

Rarity felt her entire being shake violently at the sudden penetration from her nether region. The sudden, sharp pain made her gasp loudly and closed her fists, unintentionally making scratch marks on Ethan’s chest. She was slowly eased into the full penetration of her womanhood by her man. Her breath hitched in her throat with her inner walls squeezing Heart's manhood hard, trying to accommodate for its size. She found it relatively easy for her beau to slide himself in, courtesy of his earlier onslaught. Soon enough, he was fully inside of her, and her inner walls were being stretched beyond capacity, making her breath hard, trying to get used to his size.

Finally inside of her, Heart eased himself back on the bed flat, his fashionista following him by her hooked womanhood.

"Congratulations, darling," she hummed, a cringed grin upon her face from the pain. "You've officially punched my V-Card."

"And I've never been more honored," quipped the fourth-eldest Heart. His wit was wasted on the sight on his beautiful diamond's expression of pain. "Sweetie, are you okay? I tried to make the initial push slow and steady for you, an-."

"Don't...worry, darling." Rarity grunted her words through the pain. "Maybe it'll...get better once...you start...riding me."

"O-o-o-okay," Heart shuddered. "Ready?"

Rarity merely nod.

And, with that, it began.

Going at his slowest pace possible for the sake of his now lover, Ethan eased his way up into her nethers, causing them both to cringe at the pain. He felt his tip reach the end of Rarity's inner walls, which were squeezing the hell of his penis. Slowly, he slid his way out of her, relatively easy with their saliva work on the pelves, going almost out until only his tip was inside of her. He saw faint traces of blood on him, most probably from Rarity after he broke past her hymen. Brushing the crimson sight aside, he refocused his efforts on his slow thrust upward. He tried to go steady, so he didn't accidentally hurt his Rare.

The fashionista, on the other hand, was swimming in painful euphoria. She was very uncomfortable with her man's wood within her lower lips, but she was happy that he was finally becoming so intimate with her. Tears of pain and joy were streaming down her cheeks, ruining her mascara. She bit her lips in hopes of numbing her vocal protest towards the pain. She moaned and groaned at the feeling of Ethan slowing easing his way in and out of her, his manhood sliding out of her smoothly, courtesy of their collective saliva. She felt simultaneously good and hurt, finally experiencing the ultimate level of human contact and intimacy.

"Are...you still...okay, Rare," breathed Ethan, pushing himself upward again.

"Yes, darling," confirmed Rarity. "I'm just...adjusting to...the pain,...but could you...pick up the pace?"

Upon hearing it, Ethan picked his pace up slightly, pushing his way up at a slightly faster pace. He moaned at the feeling, his face contorting into few faces of pleasure and slight pain. He closed his eyes and breathed hard while sweat began building its way out of his temples. He kept his thrusting at a steady pace until given the drive to push further.

"S-Sweetie," the dulcet tones of his girlfriend implored. He opened his eyes and his eyes widened at the sight of his girlfriend, the heart of chocolates in hand, placing one piece in between her perfect breast yet again and putting another one between her teeth. Barely biting the treat, she looked down at her prince with nothing but alluring eyes, expecting him to respond.

And respond he did. Halting his thrusting briefly, he brought himself upright to face his diamond evenly and wrapped his arms around her perfect figure, a small, yet grand-in-value smile plastered onto his face. Without wasting time, he immediately pulled her into a deep kiss, the chocolate in between their teeth, while resuming his steady fucking her moist womanhood. Both halves were fighting over the treat with their tongues, moaning hungrily for control. He felt Rarity move her hands around his own figure, making their way around his body and immediately massaging his upper back, causing him to mona into her mouth. Their sloppy kiss for the chocolate was eventually won by the generous girl, who giggled at her own accomplishment. Ethan pulled way slightly, looking his beauty directly in the eye with a devious expression.

Before she could question it, Rarity instantly felt a pair of warm, wet lips make their way to her round breasts. They were sloppy and hungry, going after the last piece between them. She panted and moaned at the feeling of her man's hungry claim over her body. She didn't mind; she was willing to do anything to make their sex session all the more memorable. She continued to rub his back, a look of satisfaction making its way onto her face. At this point in the moment, her pain was completely gone. And all there was left was levels of pleasure unfathomable until experienced firsthand.

She whimpered slightly between moans when she felt Ethan's lips part from her breasts, no longer feeling the chocolate's presence on top of her breasts. She looked at his face directly when he looked back up at her.

"You still...okay, baby," implored Heart in pants.

"I am," panted the fashionista. "You getting tired?"

"Hun,...I'm just...getting started."

There was no given time for explanation, for Rarity felt two hands groping two sensitive parts of her: her right breast and her left butt cheek. A crimson blush made its way onto her face as she instantly fell under whatever spell of lust Ethan had just placed on her. She moaned into unfathomable when he started playing with those areas, squeezing the fullness of her breast and cheek until they were red from his grasp. Then, just to make her bow to his seductive will, she felt his warm lips attack her at one of her biggest weakness: her neck. He began to suck and tongue the left of her neck in a vicious hunger, making sure that every inch of what he was kissing was marked. Her tongue made its way of her moaning mouth, her eyes rolling back, when he began to twist her nipple and squeezed her breast even harder. She squealed when she felt a hard hand smack its way hard on her ass. It was even then she noticed that the pace of his penis has quickened. She heard Ethan snicker to himself at what she figured he was doing: turning his fabulous girlfriend into a slutified mess.

So you think you can control me so easily, darling, she internally plotted. Two can play at this game.

While letting her man continue his own efforts, she decided to take her own course of action. While keeping one hand wrapped to massage his back, she moved her left hand away, sliding it across his skin, watching him shiver at the sensual touch. She smirked at her good work the further she brought her hand down his chest. When she brushed against a nipple, she couldn't resist giving it a small tug and twist. She felt the vibration of his moan across his neck, making her shiver at the sensation. She then continued where she was taking her hand, sending shivers and chills across his body, simply getting lower and lower until she felt her hand near its target. Despite the continuous humping, she managed to pull through, and grasp onto her target. She felt her man moan yet again, this time at the feeling of her grabbing one of his weak points: his testes. She had both balls perfectly in her hand, massaging them and playing with them in her hands, even tugging at them. The sensation was enough to make him instantly cave, but he was stronger than that. Yet she appreciated the challenge.

Ethan pulled away from Rarity's neck, smiling at the beauty mark left on it. But before he could do anything else, he was immediately pulled into a deep kiss by his lust-driven girlfriend. He kept his hands where they were, his breast-groping hand altering between the pair, as his eyes slowly closed at the feeling of her soft, yet aggressive lips. They moaned passionately, letting their intimate touching pour more fuel into their passionate fire.

At that moment, Rarithan were a mess of lust and love, never daring to break apart.

Amongst the loud smacks of connecting pelves and lips, a similar feeling started to boiling within them both.

"Ethan, darling," moaned the fashionista between moans, "I'm starting...to reach...my end!"

"Me too," shared the panting Heart. He continued his thrusting. "Let's try to...make this moment...last, shall we?"

"Yes, please, darling! Do what you will; just let me have it all! Make me your slut! Fill me up! FUCK ME SILLY, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, DADDY!"

Daddy, Heart repeated to himself. He could form a mental smile into his head at the thought of her apparent kink. He did what he was told: kissing her lips, giving her breast equal attention and lust, spanking her ass cheeks just uncoordinatedly, anything to make himself explode within her. Rarity was doing her part too: tugging at his balls, tonguing her way into his mouth, even bringing herself up and down into her beau's johnson, doing whatever she can to make herself Ethan's.

The more effort they brought into raising their collective arousal, the stronger their climaxes began to grow.

"R-r-rare," panted Heart.

"Hold it in, darling," she commanded. "Until I give the word."

As much as he didn't like it, Ethan wanted to pleasure his boo however she wanted. So he pressed on, thrusting and groping her body while she did the same with his. His manhood was now basically a jackhammer at this point, pounding away at her womanhood and making smacking echoes across the room. He was making her putty in his grasp.

Rarity was in passionate sex heaven with the most handsome and sweet boyfriend pleasuring her in ways that only a true love could. And she was feeling herself ready to blow.

"E-E-Ethan," she moaned.

"R-R-Rarity," he returned.

"G-g-g-give it...t-t-to me! NOW!!!"

The fourth-eldest Heart brought Rarity to kiss her so passionately aggressive, loosened the tightly coiled springs within his loins...

...and then, both dams exploded.

Both halves of Rarithan unleashed into each other's mouths their pent-up euphoric arousal. Their tongues clashed in unfocused passion. Ethan kept thrusting himself past Rarity's barriers to prolong their organism, pumping drop after drop of his baby batter into her womb. The inner walls of the fashionista were flooded by her tsunami of reproductive juices, coating the piercing wood in her own juices. They screamed, groaned, and moaned while they continued their spanking, scratching, massaging, and humping. They didn't have any objective in that moment; they were just doing anything to make their passionate moment last longer.

A couple of passionate, lustful moments passed before they finally reached their limits, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Their hearts going one thousand beats a minute, they couldn't feel their bodies enough to move them any further. Gravity took over and dropped the pair onto the bed, the frame miraculously still in one piece despite the chaos it had endured. Their hoods were still connected to each other when Rarity fell on top of her Ethan, her belly slightly bloated from their climax.

The exhausted pair remained locked in arms, their heavy eyes looking at each other with nothing short of affectionate passion.

"That...was...divine, darling," was all Rarity panted, her flawless skin glistening in her sweaty afterglow. She brought a hand to brush his fuzzy flat hair.

"Nothing...could ever describe...this moment...so accurately, " replied Ethan, his elevated heartrate slowing down to a normal pace. He ran his own hand through her coiffed waterfall. She responded by nuzzling herself into his chest, much to his content. To him, she looked pretty cute doing so.

"Ethan, darling," she yawned.

"Yes, babe," he questioned.

Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but she failed to speak anything. She watched Ethan look at her with a quizzical expression. She turned her eyes away with a smile and slight blush. A moment of silence passed before she turned to him again. Her throat closed up again.

"What's wrong, darling," joked Heart, "Opal got your tongue?"

Rarity gave an amused smile at her boyfriend's joke, sarcastic chuckling along with him. After the mirth died down, he looked at her with genuine interest.

"But, seriously," he insisted, "what do you want to tell me?"

"Oh, it's nothing extravagant," admitted Rarity. "I just can't help but think how lucky I am to have you for my prince."

"Don't think that way. Way I see it, we're both lucky. I'm dating-and just lost my virginity to-the most beautiful/generous woman that has ever blessed the world."

Heart watched his girl blush at his compliment while he continued.

"And your prince is just who you wanted: a kind, loving, compassionate, loyal man who'd sacrifice anything for you."

"Heh, no need for such extremities," joked the fashionista. In her fatigue, she managed to plant a kiss on his cheek. "But it is amazing about how I managed to save myself from chasing an illusion by pursuing the real embodiment of a prince. And I wouldn't trade that for anything else in the world, including the most beautiful sapphire on Earth."

"What are you talking about? I'm already looking at that sapphire."

"Ethan, I'm not that beautiful."

"Stop being modest. Would I lie to you? Weißt du dass du bist wunderschön (You know that you are very beautiful)."

Rarity rolled her eyes in bemusement.

"Du hast recht. Und du bist sehr süß, Liebling (You're right. And you are very sweet, darling)."

They shared a warm silence among them, complimented by warm smiles, before a yawning spell befell them both. With groggy eyes and comforting smiles, they looked at each other.

"I guess Valentine's Day’s over for us both," groaned Heart, rubbing his eyes.

"Guess so," Rarity acknowledged. "We'll see each other in the morning."

“Alles Liebe zum Valentinstag, Rarity. Ich liebe dich (Happy Valentine’s Day, Rarity. I love you).”

“Alles Liebe zum Valentinstag, Ethan Heart. Ich liebe dich auch (Happy Valentine’s Day, Ethan Heart. I love you too).”

The halves molded their lips once more, this time into a simple, yet passionate moment. They mirrored each other’s movements flawlessly, moaning into each other’s mouths. They pulled away shortly afterwards, their eyes remaining locked in silent love. They remained that way until their vision finally gave into the gravity of fatigue and drifted into the Sandman’s sleep.

Ethan was beyond surprised and happy with how amazing his first Valentine’s Day with his girlfriend went. Never did he expect to lose his virginity to his boss-turned-boo on a holiday of commercialized love, but Valentine’s Day apparently has such an effect on couples. And it was nothing short of fantastic for him and his lovely diamond. He entered her home, expecting to leave it a bloodied mess for being an inconsiderate boyfriend. And instead, he was going to leave for college in the morning with his newly made lover who was more generous and understanding than he credited her to be. He would never forgive himself for thinking that he was going to lose his beautiful diamond over a lack of gift. But that was then, and the present for him was but beautiful with his virgin-no-more Rarity sleeping on his chest after experiencing the pinnacle of intimacy with her. They’ll probably have to explain themselves to her family in the morning, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was that he was loving and being loved by the most beautiful and generous woman the world has ever seen. That he was going to always put her on a pedestal that she deserved. That he was going to always be the one, true Prince Charming to her Cinderella. That cliché with which he could live.