Darling, It's Cold Outside
“It ain’t a fit night out for man nor beast.”
“And just what is that statement supposed to imply about me, darling?”
“N-nothing!”
You clear your throat as you refocus on the view before you. You’re not brave enough to face your offended partner after the accidental slight, even if the adorable giggle coming from behind you suggests that said offence was likely exaggerated.
The evening air is dark and frigid. Snow falls on the streets of Ponyville amidst a howling wind. It’s not quite a blizzard, but you’d have to be foolish indeed to go outside in these conditions. This is made even more apparent by the lack of ponies wandering the normally busy streets below. As it stands, not a soul is willing to brave a night like this. Even looking out at the many houses and cottages scattered about, only a scant few still have lights shining through their windows.
You and your wife are two of the few souls awake at such an hour. Finally turning to face her, you see the familiar, ever-beautiful visage of Rarity. The lovely mare has wrapped herself up to the neck in all manner of blankets, her horn gently glowing as she levitates a book not far from her face. She sits on the most comfortable-looking velvet loveseat you’ve ever seen, her face lit only by the magic of her horn and the candle (scented, obviously) burning on the nearby coffee table. If the boutique had a fireplace, she would surely be sitting in front of it. However, a magic-based space heater will have to do instead.
“I do so dread this time of year,” she sighs, sensing your gaze. “Hearth’s Warming is one of my favorite holidays, but the months between it and Winter Wrap Up are so drab, not to mention cold.”
In spite of the many, many layers of blankets she has wrapped around herself, she shivers in place. You know better than most that Rarity is a much tougher mare than she looks, but handling the cold has never been her strong suit. Besides, you’ve been together long enough for her to know that she doesn’t need to put on a brave face around you.
“Need some help with that?”
“Well, if you’re offering~.”
You click your tongue in amusement. She knows how to get what she wants out of you, even if you’d have done it anyway. You roll your shoulders and make your way across the cozy, dimly lit room, but you stop yourself before you can reach your waiting wife.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick, first.”
She fails to hold in a tiny scoff, but says nothing. Still, as you slip out of the room and walk right past the bathroom, you know that her disappointment will be short-lived. It barely takes you a minute to return to her, now with two steaming mugs in hand.
“I don’t recall leaving any mugs in the bathroom.”
“I took a little detour,” you chuckle as you saunter over to her side. You offer her a mug, and she gives you an appreciative smile. Her horn still aglow, she sets the book down and takes the mug instead, taking a gentle sip of the still-steaming hot chocolate. A sigh of contentment escapes her, and she wastes no time in snuggling up against you. Wrapping an arm around her bundled-up form, you place a quick kiss on her forehead before taking a sip yourself. “Comfy?”
“Very.” She practically melts into you, all the tension in her body disappearing as you gently run your hand along the length of her torso through the blankets. She’s been working herself to the bone trying to finish her new spring line, and that intensive schedule is a part of why you’re both up so late. “Thank you, darling. I’ll admit, I’ve been a tad stressed lately.”
“I could tell.”
“I’m sure you could. You’ve always been good at that, in spite of my best efforts.”
“I don’t hear you complaining,” you tease as you take another sip.
“I’d have to be a fool to complain about having such an attentive man in my corner.”
She tilts her head upwards to place a smooch on the bottom of your chin before returning to her drink. Yet another wave of warmth and comfort washes over you, bringing a gentle smile with it. With how busy she gets, moments like these are few and far between. You knew that this would be the case when you started dating her, of course. She’s an entrepreneur, after all.
Perhaps that’s what makes these quiet moments all the more special.
The minutes tick by as you sit in comfortable silence. She occasionally shifts slightly into a better position, but not once does she remove herself from your embrace. Even after your mugs run empty and find themselves forgotten on the coffee table, neither of you make any effort to move. The sound of the heavy wind and snow continues to rage on outside, but in this room, there is nothing but warmth.
“I love you.”
“Hm?” You ruffle your hand a little bit as you give her forehead another kiss. “I love you too, but where’s this coming from?”
“Just felt like saying it.”
“As good a reason as any other.”
With a single, quiet chuckle, your wife wears a tiny smile and begins to wiggle in your grasp. You watch as her horn lights up yet again, and the many blankets surrounding her start to unfurl. You let go of her, not wanting to obstruct whatever it is she’s doing, but find your arm magically yanked back to where it was before. Now, however, there are no blankets between your hand and the fluffy comfort of her snow-white coat. Pressing herself against you, she rests her head on your neck as the blankets wrap back around the both of you. If you were comfortable before, you’re in heaven now.
“I see you’re cuddly tonight.”
“I’m cuddly every night, love. It’s only a matter of if I have the time to see my desires come to fruition.”
“You know, you could always just ask.”
“Or perhaps I’ll simply take what I want instead, hmm?”
“...I wouldn’t argue.”
“Oh, come now. We both know you want this just as much as I do.”
Her voice is low and sensual as she narrows those beautiful eyes of hers at you. With the blankets holding you in place, you couldn’t hope to escape her if you tried. Of course, you had the opposite in mind from the start. Using what little wiggle room you have, you wrap both arms around her comparatively small frame. She’s always been a lithe girl, even by pony standards, but she has a tendency to let her coat grow a bit thicker in the winter months. The result is a fluffy bundle of cuddles that you can’t help sinking your fingers into.
She begins purring as you gently caress and scritch her back, not forgetting to place the occasional smooch on her head for good measure. It’s like running your fingers through a silky cloud, with cute, almost sultry coos acting as your measure of success. You feel an errant kiss on your chest every now and then as the two of you return to the comfortable silence.
Of course, not even you could behave yourself forever. At some point, it would be nothing short of ludicrous not to give her shapely, squishy butt a nice squeeze. If it wasn’t for squeezing, then why is it your-hand-sized? This, of course, earns you a gasp from your comfortable lover.
“Careful, love. You shouldn’t be making promises you can’t keep.”
“Who says I can’t keep ‘em?”
“...My.” A small blush makes its way to her face. You’ve been married for a while, but you know what she likes to hear. She might be a Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss™, but underneath the confident and proud seamstress is a mare that adores you taking control. “Well, shouldn’t a gentleman like yourself strike while the iron is hot, so to speak?”
You say nothing. In an instant, you close what little remains of the gap between yourself and the beautiful mare before you. You’re enveloped in the greatest indescribable feeling imaginable as your lips make contact with her own. She moans the instant that you do, pushing back just enough to ensure that contact isn’t broken. Her lips are smooth as silk and soft as pillows, addicting in just how inviting they are. When you’re this close to her, the subtle lavender perfume she loves so much is clear in your nose. You’ve come to associate that smell with her, particularly in your most intimate moments.
It makes you want more of her.
You slide your tongue forward, and with your enamored wife completely in your thrall, she is more than willing to accept you into her mouth. Her taste is that of a subtle sweetness, a mixture of the warmth of chocolate and the gentleness of tea. It’s a taste that’s very her, complete in how it mixes every aspect of the mare you married. Your tongues dance as you linger on that feeling. She loves it when you take charge like this, but she is far from passive. It’s a constant push and pull, the tips of your tongues rubbing up against one another, faking each other out as you fight over nothing. Of course, the battleground never leaves her mouth, and you know you’re doing as you should when she moans into you.
Emboldened, you reinforce your grip on her, now bringing your other hand to her rear and giving both sides of her plump posterior a hearty squeeze. You already had her going, but this makes her hearty moans become even deeper. Though closed, you know that her eyes are rolling back into her head as you knead and massage her in all the right ways, not failing to continue giving her mouth all the affection you can.
You feel her soft, carefully maintained tail wrap around your leg. Her hooves rest on your chest, gently shaking from near-overstimulation as she traces every contour of your body amidst the tight embrace. Humored, you pull your tongue out of her mouth and back away from her. She immediately whimpers, but is unable to say anything. Her eyes lock onto your own, her pupils wide and glossy. She pants heavily, her mouth hanging open and tongue mindlessly lolling out as several strings of saliva keep your mouths connected. You consider teasing her, but such a lewd expression prevents you from doing anything but diving right back in and continuing to massage her tongue with your own.
Thus, everything has come together. The wind and snow outside, the warm glow of the nearby candle, the warmth of the heater, the close comfort of the blankets, and of course, the love and affection of the world’s most perfect mare in your arms. Rarity shudders and whimpers, which you take as a sign that you should probably back off a little bit.
She still claims the saliva connecting you to her, though.
She rests her head on your chest while she tries to regain her composure. Her deep, shaky breaths are hot on your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You keep one hand on her butt but refrain from giving her any more surprise gropes. Meanwhile, the other hand gently caresses the length of her back, allowing you to continue enjoying her softness.
When she finally does pull herself together enough to speak, her words are quiet yet sultry, and most certainly direct.
“Bed. Now.”
“R-Rarity? Aren’t we already comforta–”
You’re cut off by Rarity giving you another kiss, her own tongue briefly slipping into your mouth before pulling away just as quickly.
“Please, darling. Don’t make a lady repeat herself. Pick me up and take me to bed.”
“...Hmhm. Yes, dear.”
You do as she commands, standing up from the comfortable position that you’ve been in for what has to have been hours. You feel your muscles complain, but you’re more than willing to ignore them for the sake of the bundle of love you have in your arms.
“Darling?”
You steal another kiss from her before responding.
“Yes?”
“If you haven’t given me a foal by this time next year, I’m going to seriously question your cuddling skills.”
“Ohoh, is that a challenge?” She responds only with one more kiss. “Well, I guess I’ll have to show you a thing or three about how ‘skilled’ I am.”
The two of you share a quiet laugh as you blow out the candle, leaving the snow-filled moonlight pouring through the window as the only source of visibility. Winter in Ponyville is known for being harsh and cruel. However, you’ve come to love the season more than any other.
After all, the cold means nothing when you’ve got Rarity to keep you warm.
Author's Note
Just a short and sweet cuddlefic to help get through the winter. 
