Intimate Details

Intimate Details - Part 9 “Confrontation”

“Rarity!” Octavia’s breathless gasp only drove her on further. Her hair clung to her neck and shoulders, matted down with the thin layer of sweat she was covered in. Her muscles screamed in protest, but her desire wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Rarity! Harder!” She obliged, driving deeper. Octavia cried out underneath her, her fists twisting into the sheets. Their thighs slapped together, filling Octavia’s bedroom with the meaty sound of flesh impacting flesh. Rarity’s mouth hung open, and she panted with the exertion.

“Rarity! I’m cumming!” Octavia’s desperate plea for release spurred Rarity into a fit of movement. Her hips pumped, driving deeper and harder into the gasping woman’s core. Octavia’s eyes snapped open and her back arched up from the bed firmly. Her mouth hung open as she tensed atop the sheets, shuddering and shaking in the throes of yet another intense orgasm. Only when she relaxed down into the sheets did Rarity pull out, flopping tiredly onto her back.

“F… Fuck… Me…” Rarity’s breasts heaved as she drew deep breaths, looking up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Beside her, Octavia lay spread-eagle on the bed, both of them panting. “I… Never knew… It was so hard…”

“Makes you wonder… Haah… How men manage it…” Octavia rolled her head to the side, grinning stupidly at Rarity. She returned the silly smile before they both erupted into a fit of giggles. Rarity only stopped when her stomach cramped up, making her wince and clutch the aching muscle. “Here.” Octavia got to her hands and knees, pulling at the buckles. “Let’s get that off of you.”

“Honestly.” Rarity groaned, rubbing the stitch away. “That thing is…”

“Fun?”

“Hard. To use.” Rarity lifted her hips, letting Octavia pull the strap-on down her legs. With yet another devious smile, Octavia licked the purple head, moaning at the taste. Rarity worked her tongue in her mouth, aching for a taste as well. Octavia didn’t leave her hanging. Their lips met, and on the cellist’s tongue, Rarity could taste the musky, delicious sensation of arousal.

“Shower?” Octavia asked.

“Or a bath.”

“Ooh… Bath. Come on.” Leaving the purple contraption on the rumpled sheets, Octavia and Rarity padded into the bathroom, drew a fresh bath laced with plenty of oils and bubbles, and slowly sunk into the hot water.

“Aah… Just what the doctor ordered.” Rarity groaned, leaning back against the wall of the expansive tub. Octavia sat beside her, the two of them pressed close.

“Best. Investment. Ever.” Octavia teased with a slight grin. The two of them relaxed in the hot water, soaking until their fingers began to get pruny. After rinsing off and drying, Rarity wrapped herself in the fluffy bath towel, smiling as Octavia slipped into her own. “Feeling hungry?” The cellist asked, running a brush through her long, raven hair.

“I could stand to eat… But I think I need a glass of water more.”

“Come on then.” Together, the two of them went to the kitchen and set about preparing a light meal of diced chicken breast and salad. Rarity drank two glasses of water, waving off the wine that Octavia indulged in.

“I must say,” Rarity leaned over her plate, smiling at Octavia. “I’ve never used one of those before.”

“What, a strap-on? Hehe… Yeah, they’re awfully fun.” Octavia finished off the last bite of chicken with a smile. “Sometimes, a tongue just won’t do it for you.”

“Hmm… I wonder what it’d be like to be on the receiving end…?” Rarity mused out loud. Octavia grinned at her. “Not tonight.” Rarity recovered. “I’m… Well, I’m tapped. Nothing left in the tank.”

“Some other time, then.” Octavia leaned across the table to kiss her cheek gently. “I promise, I’ll make it good.” Her soft words made Rarity shudder, and despite the protest of her muscles, she felt the heat begin to build in her crotch. Reason won out over passion in the end, but Rarity was still seriously considering round… Four? Five? She had lost track.

After retrieving her overnight bag and having the quick conversation with Vinyl, Octavia and Rarity had returned to Octavia’s top-floor apartment. They were hardly inside the door before they were on one another, and had spent the entire evening making love. One time after another, they kissed and stretched out, kissing, licking, fingering, holding one another… Octavia was ruthless. She could go for hours, it seemed. Rarity struggled to keep up, but each new sweaty encounter made her heart race, and the oppressive sense of loneliness fade from her aching chest. Octavia had a way of distracting her, it seemed.

She had almost forgotten about Vinyl. While last night’s healing session and cuddling hadn’t faded from Rarity’s memory, she wasn’t upset anymore. Besides… She had the conversation with Vinyl to look forward to. Octavia hadn’t learned of it, naturally, so Rarity would be meeting with the DJ all on her own. She planned on giving the gruff woman a piece of her mind, and then some. Just the thought of putting the DJ in her place made Rarity smile.

“Pleasant thoughts?” Octavia asked, sipping at her wine. Rarity shook herself and blushed as she nodded.

“Very…”

“Of what? The fireplace?” Octavia gestured to the nearby living room, with the thick rug laying before a happily-burning fire; where they had made love not an hour prior to the light meal.

“Yes.” Rarity lied, gnawing on her lip for a brief moment. “I’ll take that.” Rarity grasped Octavia’s plate in her magic, lifting her own into the sink. She rinsed them off and placed them inside the dishwasher before smiling at Octavia. The sultry cellist tried to suppress a yawn, but failed in the end. Rarity fought her own, but couldn’t resist. They both smiled tiredly at one another before silently leaving the kitchen and walking down the hall to Octavia’s bedroom.

Wordlessly, they helped strip the soiled sheets from Octavia’s bed, and put the new ones on. Then, they shed their robes and crawled under the blankets, embracing in the middle of the bed with nothing more than a wistful sigh and a warm smile. Just as Rarity was about to drift off, though, Octavia spoke.

“Work tomorrow, right?”

“Hmm.” Rarity hummed, kissing Octavia’s forehead. “I owe it to Amethyst.”

“Your co-worker?”

“Co-owner, really…” Rarity frowned. “I couldn’t afford to buy the business outright when I moved from Ponyville… Amethyst put up half of the capitol, and became my business partner.”

“Aah. What made you leave Ponyville in the first place?” Octavia’s simple question caught Rarity off-guard. She frowned at the memory. Despite how long ago it was, the pain and heartache was still fresh in her heart. She took a deep breath, and began her story.

“Happy anniversary!” Twilight beamed as she handed the package to Rarity.

“Twily! You shouldn’t have!” Rarity’s cheeks flushed as she took the square box, wrapped with festive paper and tied with a neat bow.

“I know we agreed not to get gifts, but I just couldn’t help myself.” Twilight beamed, sitting down on the couch next to Rarity. “I saw it, and I just had to get it for you.”

“I… I didn’t get you anything, though.” Rarity muttered, feeling bad now.

“It’s fine, Rarity. Just open it.” Twilight bubbled. Rarity’s fingers slid under the edge of the wrapping paper and she pulled it off. Beneath was another box, laced with a golden-looking filigree.

“Twilight.” Rarity breathed. “This looks so expensive…”

“Go on.” Twilight urged. With shaking hands, Rarity opened the box, her eyes wide at what she saw.

“Oh my goodness…” Delicately, Rarity lifted the necklace from the box, her eyes brimming with tears. “It’s… It’s so beautiful.”

“Here. Allow me.” Twilight took the necklace as Rarity lifted her hair from her shoulders. As Twilight secured the clasp, she levitated a mirror closer, letting Rarity see how the pendant hung, resting on her sternum like a reassuring weight.

“Twilight, I… I’m so…” Rarity ran a finger over the delicate golden chain, completely speechless.

“There’s something else, too.” Twilight smiled, pulling a small envelope out from beneath the box. Rarity shot her a vindictive look before opening it.

“Two… Two week-long passes to Le Manefique spa?! Twilight, these are priceless!” Rarity’s eyes went wide. The Trottingham-based spa was Equestria’s most luxurious escape. Rarity had always dreamed of going there, even if for a short weekend.

“We’re going together. Go pack your bags.” Twilight jumped up from the couch, pulling Rarity up with a girlish, bouncing demeanor.

“R-right… I’ll… Yes!” Rarity was still in shock. She couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her lips.

“We’ll talk on the way there, okay?”

“Hmm? Talk about what?” Rarity hummed, still looking at the tickets.

“Nothing. Go pack!” With a firm swat to her rear, Twilight sent Rarity off to her room. She floated up the stairs, pulling items from her closet and depositing them into her bag in a haze. Twilight had really gone all-out for their fifth anniversary. This beautiful necklace AND two passes to the highest-rated spa in all of Equestria? Rarity was stunned. Her fingers slid over one particular garment in her wardrobe. Yes. She owed it to Twilight. She would wear the specifically-made piece for Twilight, as thanks for what she had done. Rarity was saving it for a special occasion anyways. The skimpy bit of clothing made it’s way into her luggage, and she zipped the suitcase closed.

“Ready?” Twilight asked, beaming up at Rarity as she descended the stairs.

“As I’ll ever be. But the boutique…?”

“Fluttershy has agreed to watch it for you. Opal as well. I handled everything, Rarity. We just have to relax and enjoy ourselves.” Twilight’s smile wilted just a little as Rarity met her at the door, but returned when Rarity gave her a second glance. Together, they packed their bags into Rarity’s car, locked her home, and took off towards Trottingham. They chatted amicably about all the things they were going to do, from facials and mudbaths to playing tennis or swimming. Twilight’s mood slowly deteriorated, though. As they began to enter the mountains surrounding the city of Trottingham, she turned the music off.

“We do need to talk, Rarity.” Twilight said softly.

“About what?” The sudden change took her by surprise. Rarity spared Twilight a glance, trying to not lose focus on the winding road in front of her.

“About… What I’ve done.” Twilight pulled her feet onto the seat, hugging her knees close. Rarity frowned over at her.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Rarity asked, reaching a hand out to rest on Twilight’s wrist.

“I’ve… A confession to make.”

“Twilight?”

“I… I’ve been seeing Rainbow Dash…”

Rarity’s hand dropped to the center console.

“… How long?”

“Three months.” Twilight whispered. “I… I feel horrible, Rares…”

Rarity’s vision entered a long, dark tunnel. The road in front of her became more narrow. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“I’ve been so scared to tell you, and I didn’t want to ruin this, but I can’t live with myself anymore.”

The speedometer crept higher.

“Rarity? Can you say something?”

Rarity couldn’t focus on the road anymore.

“Rarity?”

She saw black.

“RARITY!”

“We went over a forty-foot cliff. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I broke four ribs, my femur, my wrist, and suffered a severe concussion. I was cut up pretty badly, too… Twilight managed to protect us from the worst of it, though… She broke two ribs and suffered some internal bleeding.” Rarity had cried through almost the whole story, telling Octavia about how things had ended between her and Twilight. “I couldn’t stay in Ponyville after that. I tried, sure… But every time I looked at either of them, I just shut down. Sometimes I’d black out, other times I’d just burst into tears… Five years together, and I… I just wasn’t enough for her.”

“Rarity…” Octavia reached a hand out, wiping the tears from her face. Rarity kept talking, though.

“I left. I managed to hold out until Sweetie Belle passed her evaluation, but then I left. Made it here to Canterlot, and bought the boutique again. Since then, I haven’t… I couldn’t… I haven’t been able to… To open up like this.” Rarity reached out and wrapped her arms around Octavia, sobbing helplessly as she broke down yet again.

“Shh, shh… It’s okay.” Octavia soothed her, running a hand through her hair, calming her. Rarity sobbed for a long while, clutching Octavia like her like a drowning man would cling to flotsam. All of the emotion and stress of the past few days began to pile on her. Her one saving grace was Octavia. Beautiful, womanly, serene, and most importantly, sane. Octavia was the one person, it seemed, who had their head on straight through this whole mess. Rarity managed to calm herself down, taking several deep, shaky breaths.

“Thank you.” She whimpered, smiling at Octavia. The cellist returned her smile and wiped her eyes.

“Rarity… I’m not going to allude to being perfect. That’s a terrible thing to assume about oneself, and I don’t feel like dealing with the stress… I have my own brand of troubles, what with Vinyl making waves… But… These past two days with you have been so… So wonderful.” Her serene smile made Rarity’s heart throb in her chest. Tears glimmered in Octavia’s eyes. Rarity could tell; she was speaking her heart. “I don’t want to give them up… I don’t think I’m ready to… But at the same time, I… I don’t want to put you through the stress of dealing with Vinyl.”

“Octavia, I don’t… I’m okay with that.” Rarity pleaded, taking Octavia’s hand in her own. It was a weak plea, but it was all she had. “If I left you now, when you’re at your lowest, what kind of person would that make me? What kind of lover would that make me?” She shook her head, pressing closer to Octavia. The past two days, Rarity had gone without shedding a single tear. She had spent every waking moment beside this woman, and she enjoyed every second. From the raunchy and passionate lovemaking to the idle conversations and cooking meals together, Rarity had found every second spent with Octavia to be ideal. She would fight for this. Whatever it was. Whatever it was going to be.

“Okay.” Octavia croaked. “Okay, I’m… I’ll do it.” She swallowed hard, gasping a little as she met Rarity’s eyes once more. “I’ll start a relationship with you.”

The diner was more dimly-lit than Rarity remembered it being. There were a few more people present, likely because it was earlier in the evening, but everything else was just about the same. She had received a text from Vinyl’s number, with just a single word. ‘Six.’ It was five-fifty and she clutched her coffee tight. The day at work had been busy, but Rarity slept incredibly well the night before. She had woken by Octavia’s side, something she didn’t think she was ever going to get tired of. They had made breakfast, Rarity got ready for work, and Octavia gave her a ride. Amethyst had asked questions, but Rarity was nothing if not an accomplished liar.

Which had led to where she was now. After a quick run home to drop off her bag, Rarity had come straight to the diner. She sat in the back, with her eyes on the door, waiting for Vinyl to arrive. After a short fifteen-minute wait, the hoodie-wearing DJ slipped into the diner, spotting her after a quick scan. Rarity ran through the speech she had in her head one more time, mentally preparing herself for what it was that might happen. Vinyl swaggered to the booth and slipped in the other side. Despite the dim lighting, she kept her shades on, and her hood up. Her face was veiled in shadow, but Rarity could see a single lock of her obnoxiously-blue hair poking out close to her neckline.

“So.” Rarity glared at Vinyl. “You called me. What’d you want to talk about?”

“You and Tavi.” Vinyl quipped, drumming her fingers into the table. “And how you’re never going to bother her again.”

“I don’t think that’s a possibility.” Rarity frowned across the table at her.

“Oh it is.” The DJ leaned in. “You’re going to go back to your dress store and your sister, and you won’t talk to her, you won’t call her, you won’t even look at her if you pass her in the street. Clear?” She wasn’t joking. Her tone and her expression were dead serious. Rarity had a moment of hesitation, a split second where she considered taking the DJ up on her offer. But something stopped her. She saw a quick flash, of a vision, of Twilight sitting in the passenger seat next to her, of the road’s barricade crashing underneath the weight of her car as she sent the two of them screaming over the edge of a cliff.

“Or.” Rarity held a finger up to her. “How about this. All of what you just said, except it’s you.” At Rarity’s counter-point, Vinyl frowned. Rarity continued. “I’ve seen what you’ve done to her, Vinyl. I’ve healed your mess.”

“She showed you?” Vinyl growled.

“Many things.” Rarity cut her off before she could continue. “I’ve been with her the past two days. And you know what? They were better than any of the ones I’ve ever spent with your cousin. I’m not about to walk away from Octavia. Not because some damaged DJ thinks she owns her.” Rarity stood up from her side of the booth, glaring down at Vinyl. “You’re going to leave this diner, go back to whatever dark hole you crawled out of, and make your shitty music. You won’t call her. You won’t talk to her. You won’t even look at her. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever again.”

“Listen, you little bitch-“

“Aah.” Rarity held a finger up, stopping Vinyl as she surged to her feet. The finger glowed with her signature blue aura, humming slightly in the stale diner air. “More importantly, Vinyl. You’re going to leave me alone as well. You will sit there until I leave, and then, and only then, will you leave this diner.” Rarity glanced down at the booth, frowning slightly. “I’d suggest you leave Canterlot as well. Good-bye, Vinyl Scratch. I hope I never see you again.” Rarity stalked away then, her face set in a frown. She walked perhaps ten steps before Vinyl called her name.

“Rarity.” The DJ spoke loud enough for everybody in the diner to hear her. Rarity stopped and slowly turned around, frowning at the woman. As she watched, Vinyl rose from the booth, removed her hood, and pulled her shades off. “Twilight lied to you.” Her accusation made Rarity frown. Vinyl dropped her shades onto the table. “I’m not her cousin.”

“What-“

“I’m her sister.”

The last thing Rarity saw was a flash of blue light.