The Marshmallow Lighter

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HAIL MARY**

THIS CHAPTER IS HUMANIZED! YOU ARE WARNED!!

Scootaloo had been right, surprisingly, when she mentioned that Rarity's birthday was coming up soon. Spike overheard Twilight and some of the others talking about it for a good few days before the actual date, and had been dying for an invitation. There was no reason he shouldn't have got one, especially after the fabulous night the two of them had had, but he was still nervous. He was always silent when he heard them discussing it, be it Twilight on her cell phone at home or the group at lunchtime when he would join them. At last though, his invitation came through.

“Spike, Twilight told you the party starts at seven-thirty, didn't she?” It was a simple text, indeed, but it sent the boy reeling.

“No, she didn't mention it. Thursday evening though, right?” Spike replied, trying not to sound too eager or presumptuous.

“Yes, that's right. I do hope you'll be there, you're not busy, are you?” Spike read that over and over until his smile seemed to sink into his cheekbones. She hoped he would be there.

“Of course I'll be there, I saved the date and everything.” He thought it sounded polite and flattering, so he sent it. “Who's all invited?”

“The usual. Rainbow talked me into inviting the football team, too. Which, I am not opposed to. It's good for us all to come together, don't you think?” was the response.

“Yeah, it should be fun.”

Rarity stared at the response time and again. By then, Thursday had arrived, and several of her friends had come over early to help her set up the decorations. Twilight had made a checklist of preparations, snacks, drinks and activities—of course—and was currently going over said inventory. Applejack had helped move most of the stuff out of the boutique, leaving chairs around, especially by the payment counter, where Rarity anticipated snacks and conversation might be held. Meanwhile, Fluttershy and Rarity herself had put up most of the decorations, confirming with guests about times of arrival. Both Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie had yet to arrive, which was no surprise, seeing as how Rainbow was always late and Pinkie Pie said she had to stop off for some supplies.

Everything was finished in a timely manner, as Twilight had predicted, and the girls were gathered in the kitchen. As Twilight was triple-checking the checklist, Rarity reached into the bottom of her refrigerator and pulled out a tall, simple bottle of champagne. The other girls looked over with surprise as she gartered some champagne flutes from her cupboard and brought them over, aligning them along the counter.

“It was wonderful of you all to come and help out. Perhaps we should have a few drinks, just us girls, before the others arrive,” Rarity mused as she removed the wrappings from around a champagne bottle, readying to pop the cork out.

“Thanks but no thanks, Rare,” Applejack graciously declined, “Ah gotta drive home after th' party, an' it's a long trip.”

“Nonsense, Applejack,” Rarity flicked the cork off skilfully, pouring the bubbling liquid into four perfectly portioned glasses. “You can stay in my guest room, no worries, darling.”

“Y'mean that?” Applejack asked curiously, hope inflating in her voice. “My, that's very generous o' you.”

“Don't mention it,” Rarity placed the bottle down beside the glassed as the girls reached out and took them.

Rarity had no reason not to provide Applejack with a means to stay, she was one of the most trustworthy of her friends. If anyone was going to keep it clean and respect the offer, it was Applejack. The four girls raised their shimmering, gold glasses to the light, and smiles were traded among them.

“T' Rarity, an' a fancy-lookin' party,” Applejack chuckled, not really knowing a proper way to say it.

“And to a perfectly civilized birthday, spent with my dearest friends,” Rarity added, graciously tipping her glass to each friend before they clicked together in the middle.

“Cheers!” was called as they brought the glasses to their lips, taking in the sweet flavour. Everyone but Applejack sighed pleasantly, while the farmer scrunched up her face at the dissatisfying sour, fruity taste, but drank it anyway.

As the glasses were tipped back and light laughter was spread about, a doorbell was heard quite clearly over the quiet boutique. Rarity finished her sip and placed the glass on the counter where she sat, noticing the reddened rim from her lipstick. She hummed lightly as the swallow went down her throat, the bubbling a surprising yet pleasing sensation.

“Oh, that's Pinkie. Right on time,” Rarity chimed as he hopped down off the counter, smiling innocently as she went to greet her friend. “Pour a glass for her, will you girls? Should be a nice treat for her. This birthday? This is going to be perfect.”

“This is not how I anticipated my party to be.” Rarity crossed her arms as she leaned against the entrance to the hallway from the lower floor of the Boutique. “I even dressed up for this.”

It was true, she was wearing a beautifully designed outfit, which she herself had made just for this occasion. It was a shimmering, silky blue and sized perfectly, folds of clothing falling breezily over others and ruffling slightly at the thigh. It ran over but one shoulder and tastefully hid anything inappropriate, though it squeezed her around her thin waist and contrasted her large bust.

“You invited Pinkie Pie, you had to know that things would get a little rowdy,” Twilight tried to console her, stepping back as Score ran past her without a shirt on, hollering something incoherent.

“I think this has past the point of a little rowdy,” Rarity sighed out, pursing her lips as she watched it all go on.

She had anticipated a well-intended party, perhaps some dancing and some talking with close friends. However, that was not how the members of the football team, whom she had invited, liked to party. Besides that, the frizzy-haired Pinkie had decided to bring along a few extra decorations, friends, drinks and music mixes, the last of which she blasted over the stereo at maximum volume. The dance floor was crowded and at times turned into something of a mosh pit, though neither Twilight or Rarity dared get near it.

“I hope they don't break anything,” Rarity worried, looking at the expensive mannequins sporting her latest designs, which had been moved aside to make way for a beer-pong table set up with some end tables and a hunk of plywood the boys had lugged in from a dumpster nearby.

“I don't think so, I saw Spike going around and collecting most of the valuables earlier,” Twilight mentioned proudly, speaking of her brother in a bright light.

“He sure is a sweetheart,” she let out a slow sigh, looking around for the boy in question.

The doorbell rung suddenly, and both girls looked at each other to be sure they heard it at all. Immediately following the faint chiming was a rough several raps against her beautiful door, which was louder than the bell. Rarity excused herself from Twilight's company and went to greet whoever it was.

Glancing over at the clock, Rarity noted the time was almost 9:00pm, just past time to be fashionably late. There was only one person who would show up then, someone who had lazed around doing absolutely nothing until the last possible minute.

Rarity opened her door to greet the final guest, only to come face to face with the bored expression of a certain football captain. The girl outside her boutique made a weird, scrunched up face as she looked Rarity up and down, noticing her elegant attire. Garbed with casual ripped jeans and her letterman jacket, she seemed very contrary to the possible dress code. With a snarky scoff, the guest snickered and crossed her arms.

“Shit, was this a costume party?” the brash girl remarked rudely.

“Pleasure to see you too, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity blankly replied, accustomed to her obnoxious behaviour by now.

“Happy birthday, you skank,” Rainbow stepped in to the boutique without permission and patted Rarity of the shoulder twice. “You seen my girl around?”

“I'm not really certain I should respond to that, but Applejack is in the far corner. By the,” Rarity paused and winced as she glanced over at the bunch of mixed drinks that made a mess of her counter. She herself had provided several bottles of the finest champagne, but apparently that had not been enough, as Scootaloo and the Dumbbells had shown up with bags of harder liquor and a cooler full of beer. “Beverages.”

“Athankya,” Rainbow Dash said in an attempt at a classy accept, tipping her pretend top hat as she passed Rarity.

Rarity sighed as she closed the door behind the girl, taking a slow breath before turning back around to face her so-called birthday party. It was nothing like she had planned, certainly, and she felt rather alone and disappointed by it all. She leaned against her front door, looking out at the bunch of familiar faces, acquaintances or better known, who had better things to do than pay attention to her on such a special day at this.

High-pitched giggling followed by a smaller girl hanging on her shoulder caused Rarity to glance to the right to see Pinkie Pie squeezing her arm. Pinkie attempted to speak before she almost fell over, causing Rarity to use both her arms to support the seemingly dazed girl.

“Oh my, Pinkie Pie, are you alright?” Rarity asked, setting the party girl atop a small stool.

“Hehe, I’m fi—” A hiccup. “—ne, hahaha!”

Pinkie leaned her head against the wall and Rarity knelt down beside her. Leaning in, Rarity gently opened up Pinkie’s mouth and took a sniff, regardless of how it disgusted her. Much to her suspicions, she retched back, realizing what was going on.

“Pinkie Pie, where did you get alcohol!?” Rarity asked, immediately glancing around the room. “Rainbow Dash!? But, she was only here briefly… Was it those Dumbbells!? I swear, those boys will be—”

Pinkie’s arms wrapped around Rarity’s neck, engulfing her in a choking hug. Rarity lost her balance and immediately fell on Pinkie. The weight of the two caused the stool to slide forward, tumbling the duo onto the ground. Rarity groaned as Pinkie Pie started giggling immediately, hiccuping as she did. Rarity’s groaning was replaced with worry as she realized in their current position, she inadvertently had her rear raised in the air in her very short skirt. She pushed herself to her feet, briefly forgetting about Pinkie Pie as she spun around, glancing at the crowd. For once on her birthday, she was glad nobody’s focus was on her yet she still attracted the attention of two boys. She sighed in relief as she saw that they were still attempting to pull out their phones by the time she started walking away.

‘Gah, I forgot about Pinkie. Oh, well, I’ll apologize later since she really doesn’t seem to care.’

Rarity retreated to one corner of her boutique, specifically the kitchen. This was one area she knew she had to have a door—and lock—installed for the party. The upstairs simply had a small chain at the base with a “No Trespassing” sign since she couldn’t find a “No Entry” sign. It wasn’t quiet but it was the only secluded place she could find. The kitchen was dimly lit and had numerous party supplies should they run out of snacks and drinks but granted the inclusion of alcohol, she figured that her meager bottle of wine wasn’t going to cut it.

Glancing to the side, she spotted many of the finer, more irreplaceable objects that was in her shop’s lobby set carefully. Included with it all was two mannequins containing several of Rarity’s latest works, one of which she considers her magnum opus of the year. Smiling, she leaned against the kitchen’s island as she pulled out a bottle of wine from under the counter.

“Such a dear,” she muttered, retrieving a glass as well.

Popping the cork, she let out a wistful sigh as she poured the liquids into the glass. A glass of red wine, cheaper than what she bought several nights prior, she took her time, effectively playing with the flowing liquid until it almost overflowed. She set the bottle down and lifted the glass, gently swivelling it as she did before, taking extra care to make sure the wine didn’t spill over.

“Happy birthday to me,” she muttered.

Standing up, she stepped back, leaned against the counter, pressed the rim against her lips and tilted it back. In one swish, she managed to guzzle the entire glass. As she finished, she winced briefly as she made sure not to open her mouth until the liquids were consumed, letting out a deep exhale when she was done. She set the glass next to the bottle of wine and immediately started pouring herself another bottle until she heard the knob on the new kitchen door rattle. She glanced over, shaking her head before resuming refilling her glass. She heard the sound of her lock deactivate and she stopped pouring the wine only to see Spike slide in through the door, quickly attempting to relock it before Scootaloo’s voice boomed.

“Whassa mattah, Shpike? Nooo, Rardy don’t have t’ know, it’ll be our lil’ shecret,” she slurred, collapsing against the wall.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Spike repeated as he locked it, shuffling to the side to put all his weight against the door.

He spun around, pressing his back against it before realizing that Rarity was with him in the kitchen, pouring a glass of win. He grinned sheepishly, chuckling as his eyes shifted to the door handle that Scootaloo was attempting to open.

“H-hi, Rarity. I didn’t k-know you were in here,” he said, stepping away from the door cautiously as the banging stopped.

“Well, it is my house, Spike,” she said, giggling as she relaxed, not filling her glass up like last time.

“Not what I meant, but, well, it’s your birthday.” He stepped over to the island, leaning forward as he propped himself up on his arms. “Go party.”

She shook her head, sighing as she slid the bottle to the darker end of the island, swishing the red wine once more.

“I was expecting a more… reserved or quieter get together and although I can only blame myself, it turned into a wild rave. I was just hoping to be with my friends and maybe a few of the football team members and you but I guess Pinkie getting involved inevitably led this to be a regular bash.”

She lifted the glass up yet before she could take a sip, Spike’s fingers slipped around the neck of the glass and lifted it out of Rarity’s fingers, causing the girl to glance up in confusion. Spike merely guzzled what was in the glass instead of her, wincing due to the taste; he wasn’t used to alcohol it seems.

“Well, I’m here now. We can drink alone, except… uh, there’s two of us, so I guess we’re not really alone,” he said, averting his eyes. “Although I shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Who gives a damn on a day like today? Plus, I can legally drink, dearie. It’s fine if I do it,” Rarity said, fetching another glass.

“Ah, well, okay.” Pausing briefly, he glanced to the door which still had sound exploding through the creases. Spike winced as a particularly loud shout sounded before facing Rarity as she refilled the two wine glasses, this time seemingly happier. “There are some things people shouldn’t say, but sometimes it’s better to just say them instead of letting them come out at worse times, y’know?” Spike downed the entire glass once more, not waiting for Rarity to pour him another glass. They didn’t lock eyes yet neither could say why. Spike decided to take a guess. “Invisible strings.”

Rarity stopped herself from pouring another glass as Spike said that. She turned to face him fully with a raised eyebrow as he chuckled at her confusion.

“Strings?”

Spike curled his lip before downing yet another glass of wine, taking it in stride as he refilled it once more. The bottle was now half empty, something Rarity took note of. Spike sighed once more, rubbing one of his fangs.

“Things you do in life are like… strings, or threads. You meet someone, you now have a string connected to them. You know their name and at first, it’s just a lil’ thread. Get to know them better and the thread changes into other things. Twilight’s string becomes, say, a sweater vest because I swear to god, you haven’t seen her wardrobe from her Canterlot days.” Spike giggled at the memory, obviously starting to feel some of the alcoholic effects. “Applejack would be her stetson… I guess Big Mac’s would be a yoke. Rainbow would become a jersey, or a Gay Pride flag, just because she really broadcasts it to AJ often.” Slapping himself once, Spike mentally scolded himself for what he said as Rarity slowly consumed her drink.

“And me? I wouldn’t know.” Spike shrugged. “I’ve never been able to get a read on myself. Sometimes, these strings… we don’t know what to do with them. Whether or not to cut them, or decorate them, or add to them or do what with them, such as wrap them around your delicate little index finger and create something out of them. That’s where you come into things, Rarity.”

Spike downed one more glass before setting it inside the island’s sink. Rarity glanced up as he started walking, slowly circling the island until he stood in front of Rarity. She set the glass on the edge of the counter, pressing her palm flat against the surface afterwards. The two had faint smiles, Spike’s being a bit larger.

“I guess,” he said, turning left and leaning his back against the counter, “I’m just waiting for when you decide if you want to utilize my string. Make something out of it from it’s short, unintersting colour into something beautiful. That’s like, your special talent or something.”

“Making things out of string?” Rarity asked, leaning against the island as her grin grew.

“No, you fool. Making anything beautiful, no matter where it came from. You managed to turn me from a loser with weird eyes into someone who randomly joined the football team just to impress a girl,” Spike said, turning down to the wine bottle before ignoring it.

“Hmph! It was a fool’s errand so indeed I am a fool. Nonetheless, it was still your own courage that brought you here, wasn’t it?” Rarity asked, picking her glass up once more and downing half of what was left. “You could have quit the instance you heard Rainbow Dash being such a rude little b… botherer.”

“Haha, you mean a butch? Err, I mean, bitch?” Spike said, slapping himself in the forehead as he fumbled his words.

“I don’t want to be rude,” Rarity responded, giggling as she took another drink, interrupted as Spike poked her right where her navel would be. She spat out a bit of wine, leaning forward to prevent it from spilling on herself as she started to giggle along with Spike.

“Oops, that was, uh, yeah,” Spike responded, setting his hand on her shoulder.

“Gah, stooop, you, I’m ticklish.” Rarity leaned back and immediately inspected her outfit to make sure she didn’t spill. Spike pressed his finger on the bottom of her chin, tilting her head up so she faced him. “Hmm?”

“I guess it was me in the end. I brought myself here, but in the end, I still did it to try and be someone you wouldn’t be ashamed of being with.” Spike leaned in closer as the giggles stopped, replaced with an odd quiet they weren’t used to that night. “I don’t wanna sound like a stalking bitch, but… I’ve watched you from afar.”

“Stalker,” Rarity said in a singsong voice followed by a giggle.

Spike rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Rarity hiccuped. “No… I mean, I’ve known you for years and for a while, I’ve been enamoured. About you. Or, with you, whatever. I’ve been in love with you.” Spike gulped once as his hand slowly moved forward, setting down gently on Rarity’s hand that was resting on the counter. Her hand anticipated him and moved to hold onto his. “I’ve watched you and seen you. I’ve seen you on days where you cried, or days where you were mad. Or days where you were so happy you cried. I slowly began to realize I could identify what kind of clothing you wore… the maker, where it came from, what fabric and even what kind of lipstick or shampoo or perfume you use. I just sort of… picked up on it because I wanted to know you.”

Rarity’s mouth twitched briefly before a wide grin broke out on her face. Her other hand wrapped around Spike’s other hand and gently tugged him closer towards her. He stumbled briefly, pressing his pelvis into hers, both of them struggling not to fall over onto the island. Rarity simply welcomed the warmth his body brought hers, her hands sliding up Spike’s arms before wrapping around his back.

“You never had to do any of that to know me… or have me… you could have just asked, Spikey-wikey,” she whispered, leaning in even closer.

Spike gulped yet again, leaning in as he closed his eyes. Opening them slightly, Spike could feel Rarity’s breath on his lips; the sweet scent of wine and her natural breath sending his mind into a frenzy.

A loud banging occurred before someone yet again unlocked the kitchen door without ease, causing the couple to jump apart. Spinning to face the door, the two saw a figure tumble to the ground, a glass shattering as it occurred. Suddenly, all the noise in the house flared up, alerting the duo to the fact that yes there was a party going on in Rarity’s home. Upon stepping to the side, they saw Twilight giggling on the floor, rolling onto her back oblivious to the mess she created on the kitchen floor.

“Argh! Seriously!? How many lightweights are at this party!?” Rarity shouted, stomping over to Twilight.

“Don’t you worry, Ratty, I’m not duck, honestly,” Twilight mumbled as she burst into laughter, completely limp as Rarity lifted her up, propping her in a chair. “It’s jusht a bad case of Piggy Pie.”

Spike sighed, walking over to the door and locked it once more before Rarity’s voice spoke in protest.

“There’s no point, is there?” Rarity said, sighing wistfully once more. “Here, come pick Twilight up, she’s too heavy for me.”

“Too fat for yooou,” Twilight said with a giggle.

Rarity turned to Spike as he walked towards them, a smile on her face.

“Would you say three fat, Spike?”

“What was that oh yeah my sister is drunk let’s take her elsewhere okay let’s go,” Spike stammered out as he pushed by Rarity, hoisting his sister over his shoulder without any problem.

“Whee,” Twilight cried out softly before falling asleep.

“Haha, ah, my,” Rarity said as she shut the lights off and made sure the kitchen was clean.

Once they left the room, Rarity pulled out a key and locked the kitchen door and just for extra measure, put up another “No Trespassing” sign. In the main lobby, there were numerous presents stacked up and Pinkie announcing that the birthday cake and presents would be taken care of in just an hour. Sighing, Rarity stepped up stairs, removing the chain as Spike followed, rehooking the chain. Spike gulped when he realized where he was going.

‘This is Rarity’s *home*, her private area of the shop,’ Spike thought, gulping as the noise downstairs once again faded from their consciousness.

Rarity led him down the hallway, past a closet, stopping right in from of a room labelled “Sweetie Belle”. Opening the door, it was void of many things, Sweetie Belle spending this week at her parents’ place.

“Just put her on Sweetie Belle’s bed for now. I’ll lock the door so nobody can get in,” Rarity said.

Nodding, Spike stepped in, closing his eyes as often as possible to avoid letting his eyes wander into the personal space of someone else. With one hand, he threw the blankets back and set the sleeping Twilight down in the bed, fixing the sheets so Twilight was snuggled up in a bunch. Stretching his back, Spike turned around to face Rarity whom idly waited in the door, smiling. Spike returned the smile and stepped back, staggering briefly before giggling. Rarity outstretched her arms as Spike almost fell into her, hugging her tightly. The couple stumbled back, a bit lightheaded before Rarity’s back met the opposing wall.

“S-Spike, I ‘ave to lock the door,” Rarity protested, shoving Spike to the right.

Rarity stepped forward, closing the door as she locked it while Spike stumbled in the direction of Rarity’s room. He pressed both hands against each wall, holding himself up as Rarity pocketed the key that seemed to be universal. She smiled as Spike pushed himself to his feet and before he could properly reorient himself, Rarity pressed her hands against Spike’s chest, shoving him back into her door.

The wooden plank opened up revealing Rarity’s room and Spike only had a moment to process this before the door slammed shut and Rarity grabbed Spike’s shirt by the collar like she did previously, holding him in place. His eyes darted around, his eyes growing wider as he realized where he was.

‘Oh my shitting god, this is *Rarity’s room*. Rarity’s room. Hers. All hers. Her place. Her room. Just us.’

Gulping once, Rarity gently pushed Spike once more, guiding him back towards her bed. Spike caught on and his arms came up, hands grasping Rarity’s shoulders. She yelped in surprise, releasing her grip on Spike as he gently swung her around, practically throwing her atop her velvety red sheets, canopy undisturbed by the rustling. Rarity, having closed her eyes as Spike tossed her, opened then to see Spike’s arms pressed against the bed at both her sides, his body looming over hers and his face inches from hers. Their heartbeats quickened and a red tone found its way to their cheeks. Right away, the heated tension caused Spike to start panting as his mind reeled with fantasies all coming to a point in one night. He gulped once as he stared down into the eyes of the one that caught his heart, which was pounding in his chest; Spike felt very heavy indeed in the moment. Rarity smiled, allowing her arms to splay out, watching as her own deep,  heavy breaths caused her chest to rise more noticeably… which caught the eyes of the boy atop her. She grinned devilishly as she watched him adorably avert his eyes, his blushing intensifying.

“Aha, I saw that, Spike,” Rarity said, licking her top lip.

“S-sorry,” Spike muttered, gritting his teeth.

“Don’t be sorry, you naughty boy. You said you spent years watching me, right?” Rarity asked, lowering her voice into a sultry whisper.

“Y-yeah?”

“Typically, for my dresses, I follow a ‘look with your eyes, not hands’ rule until final purchases… I think for you, you can be an exception,” she said, winking at him.

Spike gulped and his beating heart soon became the only thing he could hear as he briefly glanced down at her chest, only to meet her eyes again as she nodded. Rarity also seemed to avert her eyes, her fingers bending and gripping the sheets in anticipation. Spike leaned back, allowing his knees to support his weight as he lifted his hands off the bed, setting both on her belly. Unsure, he gently rubbed her belly, slowly working his hands upward as he seemed to be exciting himself moreso than Rarity.

His thumbs and index fingers soon pressed the base of each mound of flesh and Spike gulped as he once more found his stuttering nervous self taking over. Gritting his teeth once more, he simply twisted his wrists and allowed his fingers to gently slide onto her bosom, applying no pressure at the moment as he took in the situation.

‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god.’

With nothing else to lose, he gave a gentle squeeze, pinching his thumbs and index fingers where he thought her nipples would be. Her breath was cut short by a light gasps and Spike’s breathing stopped as well. Releasing the pinch, he let his fingers cup the sides of her breasts through the clothing as he pressed his thumbs gently in the centre, rubbing around the area in circles which seemed to be doing something.

‘Oh wow, these are… sensitive,’ Spike thought, ignoring a burning sensation in his pelvis.

Another gulp. Spike allowed his hands to apply more pressure, ‘kneading the flesh’ as  he read in a magazine once. He wondered why he bothered reading the fan mail portion of it in the first place but soon discovered that Rarity seemed to be responding to everything he did. He pressed the two mounds together and gently shook his hands, watching them jiggle as he listened to Rarity’s gentle moans and gasps of air.

‘Oh, my, he’s really touching them,’ Rarity thought, feeling her mind going numb and an incredible warmth burn in her chest, as she was also just registering the situation. Her breaths were ragged and cut short by soft gasps and gentle moans brought on by the light sensations. If she was playing before, she certainly wasn’t now when she realized her arms were now entirely numb and useless.

“W-wow, you’re r-really, um, shivery,” Spike said, his voice light and stuttered as he swallowed in the middle.

Rarity opened one eye half-way, feeling a grin forming on her face.

“S-shut u-up, dammit, this i-is nothing,” Rarity responded, failing at her attempt to sound dominant and unresponsive.

Spike grinned and glanced down at the top Rarity wore, his instincts taking over the control his mind had on the situation. Removing his hands, Rarity let out a whine as well as a sigh of relief, her shivering slowing down. Instead, Spike mentally apologized in advance before slipping his fingers between the folds held together by her buttons, grasping the fabric tightly. With a swift motion, he yanked his hands apart which ripped the buttons on her top, revealing a laced black brasserie like in his fantasy. Rarity let out a louder yelp, her eyes opening up from the sheer suddenness of the motion and sound of the fabric being torn.

Eyes shifting down, she locked onto Spike’s excited, nervous gaze which was fixated on her heaving chest as it was now merely covered by a thin black bra. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t take her eyes off her own body as Spike’s hands firmly grasped her chest once more, the bare fingers making contact with the soft, pale flesh almost entirely exposed by the design of the black brassiere, little holes in the chest except for the areola practically making her bra act as lingerie.

Rather than experiment more, Rarity’s heartbeat doubled as Spike’s hands slid down, his fingers slipping under the strap. Before she could properly react, one rough tug and she could feel part of the strap as well as Spike’s knuckles brush over her mounds as her chest was completely exposed. Spike let go of the strap, letting it gently snap against her chest and she let out a gasp.

Spike, using an index finger, gently prodded one of Rarity’s perky, erect nipples. Pressing against the top, he flicked it and played with the nipple, causing Rarity to squirm underneath him. She clenched her fists, brought her arms close to her chest, squeezed her arms, anything to fight back the pleasure she felt.

“You’re sensitive,” Spike whispered, his voice catching in his throat.

Rarity couldn’t respond to that, continuing to lightly shift underneath Spike until both his hands once again covered  her chest, his thumbs resuming what he did before, this time without a top in the way.

Spike glared down, watching with glee as he saw Rarity wiggle underneath him, gasping and moaning and doing anything to stifle the pleasure to no avail. Stopping briefly, Rarity only had a moment to calm down before Spike’s hands slid around her back as he shifted her further up on the bed. Wandering for a moment, Spike soon grasped her left breast in one hand, causing her to wince briefly as the contact with her nipple sent chills down her spine. Instead of using his other hand, Spike leaned forward, sticking his tongue out and Rarity briefly saw how long it was before his lips clamped around her nipple, his tongue immediately playing with the erect flesh.

Rarity started to screech before she merely arched her back, letting out a silent scream as she was assaulted by newfound pleasures. Her hands gently slid through Spike’s hair, keeping him pinned to her chest. Spike didn’t fight it, letting years of pent up lust and emotion built up lead him on.

His tongue pressed into her nipple as Spike began to suckle on the flesh. The boy revelled in the motions, suckling loudly as his hands fondled her breasts. Using his free hand, Spike ran it down her exposed curves, delicately sliding his fingers underneath both the strap of her skirt and underwear. Taking a note from their date, Spike ran his hand over her rear, feeling the soft flesh under both his hands. Rarity’s legs spread ever so slightly as she gently pressed her pelvis against Spike’s hip. Taking a note, Spike retracted his hands, releasing his oral grasp on Rarity’s nipple. The woman immediately covered her chest, feeling an odd chill settling over her body. Closing her eyes, she attempted to calm down and bask in the feeling and eventually fluttered her eyes open, locking her eyes on Spike’s.

Curiously, her focus trailed down his body before locking onto a rather obvious bulge in his pants, almost stopping her breathing dead cold. She gulped once and turned her gaze back to Spike before she shuffled back, sitting herself up. Lightly pulling the trim from under her skirt’s strap, she didn’t bother unbuttoning her shirt, opting to rip it off as Spike did. For her brassiere, she had to undo the strap before Spike reached forward, yanking it off along with her top leaving her top completely exposed.

Spike gently pushed her shoulders until she laid on her back before letting his hands slide down her body, fingers sliding under the strap for her skirt, panties and leggings. In one motion, he leaned back, tugging the clothing off slowly. Spike’s eyes were fixated on her pelvis, his mind still running on pure instinct. Rarity closed her eyes,  her legs shifting briefly as she let Spike unclothe her slowly.

Spike averted his eyes once she was exposed and looked down to her ankles, continuing to tug until it was only her shoes blocking the way. Undoing the straps, Spike tugged the heels off along with her bottoms and carelessly tossed them aside. Gulping once, he glanced up to see Rarity start to cross her legs, merely to stop. A hand covered her mouth as her eyes gently opened, her body shivering as their eyes locked.

She leaned up, keeping her eyes fixated on Spike’s while her hands slid down to the base of his shirt. Rarity tugged at it, Spike taking the hint and sliding the rest of it off. She spotted his 60lbs. weight vest on it and paused for a moment.

“Well, someone has been doing a bit extra,” Rarity said, briefly admiring the shape of the muscles on his arms.

“W-well, it pays to do extra, doesn’t it? Extra credit, haha,” Spike said, getting quieter as his voice caught in his throat once more.

He undid the buckle on his sides before sliding the vest over his head, tossing it to the side with a thud. Rarity felt excitement swell up even more having spotted the figure Spike managed to obtain via training. It seemed more akin to a bodybuilder or fitness nut, causing her to be surprised that someone with Spike’s lifestyle could obtain it. She ignored it in favour of growing increasingly aroused to the masculine figure he had.

With a simple motion, Spike undid the belt, sliding it out of the loops in his jeans before dropping it and quickly unbuttoning his pants. Sliding it down, Spike kicked it haphazardly across the room, watching it land in front of the door before he sighed.

‘Okay, she’ll either be surprised or excited. Only two options,’ Spike thought, taking a deep breath as his heart beat started to annoy him.

Feeling anxious and nervous, Spike’s arms shook a bit as he looped his thumbs through the waistband of his underwear and slowly peeled it off, bending forward as he did. He felt his phallus’ tip pressing against his waistband before he slid it over, feeling himself blush as he let it go, letting it slide to his ankles before he tossed it off to the side. Standing up straight, he grabbed one arm, looking down at the floor before forcing his eyes to glance at Rarity.

‘Okay, you’re both naked. In her room. She’s on her bed, you learned this in health class.’

Gulping once yet again, Spike let his arms hang at his sides as the two remained silent, their eyes glancing all over the other. It was several seconds before Spike realized why.

“O-oh, sorry,” Spike said, leaning forward as he crawled onto the bed.

Rarity slightly tensed up as she felt Spike’s weight pressing against the bed, shifting the mattress. Their eyes locked on each other once more and just as Spike’s hand slid up her belly, aiming towards her breast, Rarity grabbed his hand and gently tugged it towards her face. Spike watched with baited breath as Rarity pressed her thumb into the crease of his index finger, causing it to point out. Gently, she tugged at his hand until the tip of his finger was pressed against her bottom lip before her tongue gently pressed against it, her lips closing around the finger.

Spike felt himself twitch as the sensations of Rarity’s tongue and lips around his finger drove his mind wild. Racing with fantasies and suggestive thoughts, Spike pulled his finger out much to her surprise and leaned forward, allowing his stomach to press against Rarity’s. She gasped briefly before Spike’s lips pressed against her own.

Immediately, Spike pressed his tongue into  her mouth, pressing the tip against her teeth, her tongue… experimenting like he had always wanted for many years. His hands set on her hips briefly before he slid it up her body, clasping his fingers around her breasts once more and Rarity wrapped her legs around Spike, her fingers already wrapped around his head.

Moans escaped into Spike’s mouth and vice versa as his fingers continued to fondle her breasts. Rarity almost screeched as she felt Spike’s flaring hot phallus grind against her lips, the tip pressing into her belly already wet. Each time Spike shifted, Rarity felt the base against her clitoris as well as her labia, causing her to gently thrust forward. Spike did the same, pressing himself against her.

‘We aren’t doing anything yet.’

Separating the kiss as well as his gentle thrusts, Spike watched a string of saliva connect his bottom lip to Rarity’s tongue as the two panted heavily. Spike gulped once more and didn’t bother waiting.

He slid back, causing Rarity to release her grip on him. As soon as Spike was far back enough, she attempted to bring her legs closed but Spike’s hands pressed against her inner thighs, sliding down gently. Staggered breaths, Rarity glanced down as she saw Spike’s hands moving towards her opening. Without much warning, Spike’s thumbs gently poked at her labia, brushing up and down which caused the girl to squirm. She bit her lip and covered  her mouth to keep her moans down to no avail. It was high-pitched and noisy even as she covered her mouth as Spike always teased her; whenever his thumbs came close to her clitoris, he’d always pull away at the last moment.

A thud sounded against the wall causing Spike to stop briefly, glancing at the floor as if it came from below. Rarity immediately faced the door and expected someone to bust in any moment yet nobody ever came after thirty seconds. Feeling more relaxed after that, Spike let out several giggles as whatever minor shivering he had vanished immediately.

Leaning forward, Spike spread her lips and dipped his head down, his tongue sticking out as he closed his eyes. Rarity immediately clamped her eyes shut and felt her body tense up.

‘Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh he’s really going to do it!!’

Something warm and wet pressed against her clit causing the girl to spasm immediately. She attempted to sit up due to the shock of the pleasure before she found her body too weak to move as Spike’s lips pressed against her. His tongue slid past her clit and began to press against her insides. She arched her back, the pleasure and sensations completely alien to her. Roughly, he began to drag his tongue all over her, pressing into her clit, her labia and just above her clit.

Dragging his tongue some more, Rarity felt herself teased as Spike pressed his tongue, circling her clit rather than press directly against it. Her excitement and desperation for the pleasure grew each time he threatened to press it against her clit and aggravated her more. She moved her hands, pressing it against his scalp and groaned as she did.

Rather than oblige, Spike pulled back much to her disappointment and licked his lips, taking a deep breath as his mind reeled. Planting his hands around her on both sides, Spike panted heavily as his mind continued to flash images and realizations.

“You… tease,” Rarity cried out, shifting her legs as she covered her pelvis with her hands to combat the chill she felt yet again.

“G-gotta save t-the main e-event, y’know?” Spike said, rolling to the side so he laid on his back.

Rarity glanced over at him, watching his phallus stand tall as it throbbed and twitched every few seconds. Without thinking twice, her right hand reached over as she twisted her body, allowing her to reach the twitching phallus. Spike had a similar reaction to Rarity the instant her delicate, slim fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“O-oh, fu-fuck me,” Spike muttered, his whole body shivering.

“I don’t need an invitation,” Rarity responded, giggling sheepishly.

She gave it a gentle squeeze, getting a feel for it and how it reacted before she gently slid it up the shaft, coating her fingers in the liquid that came out of the tip. She found it far easier to stroke the shaft with it and gently continued until Spike attempted to speak. Rarity slowed down her strokes as she stared at Spike whom covered his eyes with her arm.

“F-fa… fast… faster, ha… hard-harder!” Spike pleaded as his voice barely came out in scattered whispers.

Grinning, Rarity slowed down to a stop, gently squeezing the tip of the phallus. Sitting upright, Rarity slid her legs off the bed and, using all her strength, pulled Spike over too. He removed his arm from over his eyes just in time to see Rarity turn her whole body, setting her knees on the floor beside the bed. Their eyes locked onto one another as her head was soon low enough for her to return the favour.

“Woah, R-Rarity, you don’t ha-have to do that?!” Spike said, attempting to speak over his instincts.

Rather than respond, Rarity leaned forward and gave a gentle kiss to the tip of the phallus, silencing Spike immediately. She glanced down, giggling as she saw a red lipstick imprint on the tip as well as at Spike’s sudden lack of protest.

“Should I still stop?” she asked.

Spike responded by moving his hands until he gently pressed it against the back of her head, just where it won’t interfere with her hairdo, and tugging gently until she was less than an inch away.

“You naughty boy,” Rarity said, her voice almost cracking.

Opening her mouth, she took a moment to pant, her heart and breaths seemingly moving faster than she could process. The heat of her breath on his tip merely sent Spike into a shivering mess as he propped himself up with his arms. Attempting to keep his eyes open, he stared down into Rarity’s blue eyes, contrasting well against her burning red cheeks as her jaw dropped a little lower and her tongue stretched out, pressing against the base of his tip.

Grunting, Spike watched as Rarity tilted her head down and leaned in, sliding the tip inside her mouth before gently clamping her lips down. She didn’t make it halfway before she gagged and pulled back, coughing briefly. Spike once again felt worry and stupidity on his part.

“I’m sorry, do you wanna stop?” Spike asked as Rarity glanced up to meet his gaze.

“No no, I’m sorry. I just haven’t done this before,” she said, chuckling awkwardly.

She dipped her head back down before could protest again, wrapping her tongue around the tip. Rather than take it into her mouth again, she swivelled her tongue around it, licking up the centre of the tip, each motion causing the boy to moan.

Clamping her lips around the tip once more, she didn’t try to take anymore in and gently sucked on the tip. Spike’s hand once again set on the back of her scalp as he gently pet her hair, unsure what to do. Along with suckling on the tip, Rarity moved her tongue until she was pressing against the slit. Spike groaned briefly until Rarity’s tongue slid back under and she slowly moved her head forward, taking in more of the phallus.

‘Is this three dirty for you, Spike?’ Rarity thought, causing herself to choke once more as she giggled.

“W-what?” Spike asked as Rarity coughed once more, turning away briefly to avoid coughing on Spike.

She was laughing, her hand now resting on the base of his phallus as she gently stroke him. After a few seconds, Rarity shook her head and glanced up to face Spike, a grin stuck on her face.

“Let’s… try something else, shall we?” Rarity said.

Spike didn’t bother asking what she meant, this being too obvious for him as Rarity stood up. The two glanced into the other’s eyes as Rarity leaned in, pressing her lips to Spike. Neither of them cared about having just performed oral. With a shove, Spike was once more laying on his back before he shuffled up further. Rarity climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Setting her hands on his stomach, she ran her fingers over his abs before setting it on his pecs. Making sure her legs were spread, she gently pressed the base length of his shaft against her opening, gently sliding back and forth. Spike watched as rather than shift her whole body, she merely moved her hips back and forth. He found himself mesmerized by her movements, still comprehending the situation.

“Oh jeez, this is really happening,” he muttered.

“Y-yes it is, Spike,” Rarity said, giggling.

“Oh, that was s-supposed to be my thought...s,” Spike said, slapping both hands over his face as he covered his eyes.

With his eyes closed, Spike’s imagination picked up the slack as he imagined what Rarity looked like; alluring gaze, perfectly shaped body, wet lips slathering his erection with the body’s natural lube… it was too much for him.

Removing his hands from his eyes, Spike grabbed Rarity’s shoulders once more and rolled the two of them over until Spike was on top. The two stared into the other’s eyes and wordlessly, Rarity nodded to the unasked question. Glancing down, Spike shifted back a bit, feeling the base of his phallus drag against her opening, causing the girl to moan gently until he could feel his tip slide down her slit. She let out a moan which stopped when she realized where he was.

“Rarity, this is the last chance you have if you wanna say no,” Spike said, gulping. “If you don’t want to do it with m—”

Spike was caught off guard as Rarity’s legs wrapped around him and squeezed, causing Spike to accidentally slide into her opening. He wasn’t expecting the tightness, resistance or the suddenness of it… nor was he expecting Rarity to bite down on his neck. Wincing, he could hear her suppress a scream, her whole body tense. Spike’s first reaction was to start caressing her back, attempting to shush her.

“I-it’s fine, Rarity. The p-pain will b-be over any second,” he said, the pain and fear causing him to tense up as well.

She was still just as tense, scratching his back with her nails. Regardless of how scared and nervous he was, he still felt bad as the tightness and wetness of her orifice brought immense pleasure to him.

After what seemed like eternity, Rarity loosened up significantly, removing her teeth from Spike’s shoulders as well as loosening her grip on him. Spike sighed in relief as he felt the pain vanish. Before he could bother asking if Rarity was alright, he turned to her and she spoke, eyes full of tears and, unfortunately, a bit of blood on her teeth.

“I’m s-sorry, S-Spike, I didn’t—” She sniffled. “—mean to.”

“No, stop that. It wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you. This definitely doesn’t hurt me as much as it is you,” Spike responded, an assertive tone coming from somewhere.

His thumb gently brushed away her tears as she sniffled back, clenching her eyes shut once more as she buried her face in Spike’s neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to pain,” she whispered.

“I’m not, thankfully or I’d be a wee bit down right now,” Spike said, chuckling.

“Yeah.” Rarity let out a light chuckle as she sniffed once more, wiping her tears away as she quickly licked her teeth, removing any blood regardless of the metallic taste. “Try moving.”

Nodding, Spike gently pulled back, feeling a wetness aiding him as he pulled back. Rarity tensed up once more, although not as bad as before as Spike almost pulled all the way out. Gently, he wiggled his hips, pressing lightly until he was in once more.

“That was definitely better than the first,” Rarity said, still wincing as Spike started to get a slow rhythm.

“I’m a-afraid I c-can’t s-say that I k-know the f-f-feeling,” Spike stuttered, his body shivering as the pleasure was registering far better.

“Do-don’t worry a-about me, it’s not g-going to be too good for me f-first time,” she said, attempting to loosen up her body.

“I’ll try.”

Spike pulled back, feeling each ridge inside the orifice press against his shaft which filled her up plus bonus. Being far larger, he must be a nightmare for virgins yet it benefitted for every time after. His entire pelvis felt warmth as he pushed in and out, feeling each thrust in ripple down his spine in waves as he shakily held onto the girl he loved. Burying his face in her neck, Spike exhaled several hot breaths on her neck before licking a spot, then pressing his lips as he began to suckle on the spot.

His hands rested on her rear, folding the soft, tender flesh before he ran it up  her curves. He pulled back, glancing down to see that the first mark he left days prior was still barely there, his new one fresh and dark. He let his hands rest briefly on her hips as Rarity now lazily laid there, not putting any effort in making it easier for Spike; he didn’t blame her, adjusting his position so his legs were stretched out, forcing more effort yet allowing for her to relax.

“Gah, s-sorry, Spikey-wikey, I c-can’t do much,” Rarity said, gulping.

Spike merely growled in response, listening to her moans becoming the dominant sound instead of the groans of pain. Suddenly though, three startlingly hard knocks rang out through the wall just behind the headboard.

“Hey!” Spike went dead still as the knocking continued until the silence satisfied it. That same brash voice broke through the wall again, “Enough with the banging! I'm trying to get my own rhythm going here!”

“That sounded like Rainbow Dash,” Spike whispered uneasily, gulping as he worried she might have been listening. Over another hushed murmur or two through the wall, Rarity replied.

“Do you think she heard much?” Rarity asked in a whisper from underneath him, but furrowed her brow with a confused look. “Wait, why would Rainbow Dash be in my guest room?”

“Ack! Rainbow what're y'doin'?!” another voice called out in a panic before a loud thud was heard alongside some rustling. Spike and Rarity stared at each other for a long few seconds, worried and uncertain.

“Was that Applejack? What do you think they're—?” Spike's eyes grew wide as a low moan breached their ears before it was stifled, and they both knew what that meant.

Spike glanced down at Rarity as she stared back, the two of them confused for a moment before Rarity got a devilish grin on her face, worrying Spike briefly.

“Fuck them,” Rarity said, chuckling as she said that.

“W-well, if you say so,” Spike said, grinning.

Pulling back, he decided to test the waters. He gave a particularly hard thrust that resonated well with Rarity. It didn’t seem to hurt and Spike didn’t put the whole erection inside her. Rarity brought her hands up to belly, resting them between Spike’s arms; the position caused her arms to squeeze her larger breasts together and she closed one eye, winking at Spike as she stuck her tongue out. Spike was taken aback by how she looked, gulping as he etched the expression into his memory.

Grunting once, Spike propped himself up to the best of his ability  and spread his legs a bit. Sliding his hands down to Rarity’s rear, he gripped her tightly before rolling the duo over once again. Rarity’s chest pressed into Spike’s. Releasing his grip on her soft rear, Spike pressed his hands against her chest.

Spike pushed Rarity up until she was sitting upright. She was lightheaded enough to the point where she was disoriented and leaned forward, pressing her hands against Spike’s chest for support. Spike glanced up only to see her arms once again squishing her large busom together and he set his hands on  her hips.

“Sorry if I’m a bit rough, but I’m beyond the point of caring too much so, I may be venting several years worth of, uh, sexual tension, y’know?” Spike grunted, gently caressing her hips.

“G-gah, I d-don’t, fuggin’ care, d-do something,” Rarity said, rounding her back as she felt Spike’s hands reach around her.

Without waiting any longer, Spike began to thrust upwards, causing Rarity to bounce on his lap. He repeated this once, then twice only to see that it was working the best for Rarity. She began to moan far more than she had before and Spike examined her body, making sure that it wasn’t out of discomfort. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Spike slid his hands down just a little longer until he had his hands wrapped around her rear, giving him a better grip.

Each thrust sent shivers up both spines, Rarity struggling to keep herself supported as her arms started to shake. Spike, meanwhile, was merely getting fueled as the pleasure spread across his body, his pelvis feeling warm and his shaft twitching, his climax growing closer.

“F-fuck,” Rarity muttered, her arms failing as she collapsed onto Spike.

His hands moved from her rear, sliding between them before grasping her soft breasts. She managed to prop herself up just barely and she stared at Spike even as he continued trying to thrust.

“God, you have amazing tits, Rarity,” Spike muttered in a growl.

His thumbs pressed into her nipples and the added roughness was something Rarity wasn’t prepared for. Once more she began to moan, panting heavily as her chest became heavy. Spike didn’t register the heavy feeling, relishing in the feeling.

Approaching his climax, Spike let out a groan as his hands slid off her chest, wrapping around her back as he squeezed her tightly. His grunting and breaths became more erratic acting as the queue for Rarity.

“S-Spike, c-cum o… o—” She gulped, her voice catching in her throat.

“S-soon, I’ll be d-done, a-alright?” Spike responded, his voice sounding weak and raspy as he focused on the feeling.

“D-do it outside, p-pull out,” Rarity managed to say more clearly.

“Oh, r-right,” Spike said, nodding his  head.

He rolled them over immediately, causing Rarity to yelp. Spike pulled out without much warning, causing the girl to shriek and cover her orifice with her hand. Rarity felt empty as well as completely soaked. Glancing down, she saw Spike grind the base of his phallus against  her lips, grunting more and more. Rarity reached down and set a hand on him, his thrusting allowing her to stroke as well.

“F-fuuuck,” Spike said, his body tensing up briefly.

His pelvis seemed to contract slightly as a great warmth shot through his shaft, sending pleasure throughout his pelvis and up his spine. White fluids spurted out of the tip of the shaft as he stopped his thrusts while Rarity continued to stroke the shaft. She could feel his testicles contracting during each spurt as well as the warm liquid coating her belly and slowly sliding down her sides, caressing her in an odd, wet warmth.

Eventually, the squirts stopped and Spike let out a loud, thick breath he didn’t know he held as his body loosened up. He rolled to the side, laying next to Rarity as the two panted heavily from the experience.

Several minutes passed as Rarity’s hands took to touching and playing with the fluid on her belly.

“W-well, okay then, you’re g-gonna need a bath, or shower,” Spike said, feeling his face flush as he remember where it came from.

“I’d rather just sleep, y’know?” Rarity responded with a giggle.

Rather than let Spike protest again, she stood up, using one hand to prevent any of the liquids from going too far from her belly. Spike giggled at the awkward way she walked to prevent it from sliding down her curves as she pulled open a set of doors, stepping into a walk-in closet. Within three seconds, she stepped out, immediately wiping her belly off with a towel. Discarding it on the floor like the rest of her clothes, she walked to the door and did the thing she should have done before; put another “No Trespassing” sign on it. She quickly wrote a note and stuck it to the door as well explaining why they should continue the party tomorrow. After that, she locked the door and stepped back towards Spike as he sat on the bed. Bending over, she picked up his underwear, flinging it towards him as she found her panties and brassiere. Sliding the panties on as she walked to the bed, she wiggled them on the last bit, Spike’s eyes fixated on the two side-straps as they slid over her hips. By then, he had managed to get his underpants on as Rarity slid the bra over her frame, hooking it seemingly without effort.

“I thought you were supposed to ask me for help with that,” Spike said, chuckling.

“Maybe to complete the cliche fantasy. Oh well, I did learn how to do this years ago,” Rarity said as she briefly adjusted the bra.

Throwing the blanket covers to the side over Spike, she gently, dantifully slid into the covers as Spike merely crawled onto the pillows until he could slide his legs under them. Rarity scoffed, rolling her eyes before giggling in response to his actions. Once he was laid in the bed, he sighed gleefully.

“Happy Birthday, Rarity. I love you,” Spike said, kissing her on the forehead.

“Heehee, thank you, Spikey-wikey. I love you too.” She snuggled as close to Spike as she could, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. They shared one last kiss before the two closed their eyes, exhausted.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t sleep well that night due to loud thuds sounding from the next room over.