Intimate Details

Intimate Details - Part 5 “Passionate Precision”

Rarity was swept away just as much as she had been watching Octavia play in front of the entire concert hall. Octavia played with the same amount of passion and exuberance as she had that same night, and every note held the same importance as the one before it. Rarity shed tears, smiled and laughed, and fought to control her heartbeat at all the same points. Octavia played some of the same pieces, some new ones that Rarity didn’t recognize, and some very well-rendered standards from classical musicians Rarity listened to frequently.

What’s more, this show was only for her. Octavia’s eyes, when they were open, never left Rarity. They locked gazes, staring intently at one another as Octavia continued to play masterfully. From slow, somber notes to fast and technical passages, Octavia played incredibly well. Rarity lost track of time, though she didn’t even care. Every second was spent in rapt awe, watching the details of Octavia’s masterful display.

The last note vibrated out into the room, sending a shiver up Rarity’s spine. In the oppressive silence leftover, Rarity could do nothing but stare intently at Octavia’s beautiful face. When she looked up, her lavender eyes glimmered with tears, threatening to spill over. Slowly, still not quite sure of the strength in her legs, Rarity rose to her feet and stepped forward.

“That was probably the single most beautiful thing I’ve seen or heard in a long, long time…” She whispered softly. Octavia wiped a hand over her eyes, sniffing a little.

“Forgive me, I can’t help myself when I-“

“Shh.” Rarity took her wrist, gingerly pulling her hand away from her eyes. “They’re beautiful…”

“My eyes?” Octavia whispered. Rarity was much closer than she probably should have been. But she was enthralled. The way the tears illuminated her irises, Octavia’s eyes looked almost exactly like amethyst gems. Big, round, and perfect. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned in, just a breath away from Octavia’s lips.

The first contact was blissful. Octavia’s soft lips were thin and pressed perfectly against hers, the gentle curve of her bottom lip curling just underneath Rarity’s. She tried to stifle the soft moan that slipped from her lips, but couldn’t stop it. Octavia returned it in kind, inhaling slowly through her nose. Idly, Rarity’s hands rose to Octavia’s shoulders, stepping just one step closer. They were mere inches away from touch one another when Octavia broke the kiss with a gasp.

“Give me… A minute to put this away?” She asked. Only then did Rarity realize Octavia’s hands still held her bow and cello, rendering her unable to return the embrace. Blushing, Rarity stepped back, her heart thundering in her chest. Octavia’s thin smile calmed her slightly, and the cellist busied herself with putting away the instrument. Rarity watched her graceful movements, taking note of the great care Octavia took with her equipment. She loosened the nut on the bow, letting the hair between the ends sag so it wouldn’t warp the wood. Then she twisted the tuning knobs for each string of her cello before putting it away as well. What’s more, each tender movement she made helped the dress glimmer and shine brilliantly, and the way it hugged her curves as she bent over had Rarity thinking things that she ought to have not been thinking. When Octavia finally straightened once more, she turned to Rarity with a slight frown.

“I don’t want to lead you on, Rarity… I’m not looking for anything romantic right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m-“

“Shh.” Rarity cut her off, raising a single finger to Octavia’s thin lips. “Don’t talk.” She blushed and stepped closer, her lips replacing her own finger. Octavia sagged into the kiss, this time fully able to return the eager embrace. Her long arms wrapped around Rarity’s waist, pulling their bodies together nice and easy. Rarity’s own hands slid over Octavia’s bare shoulders and into her raven hair. Rarity flexed her fingers, moaning as she gripped Octavia’s hair. The cellist appeared to love it, as her lips opened in a breathless gasp of anticipation and excitement. Rarity seized the opportunity to slip her tongue between them, curling up until she teased the back of Octavia’s teeth.

“Aaah…” Octavia breathed against Rarity, her own tongue joining the battle as she squeezed Rarity tight. Rarity returned the embrace eagerly, her fingers tightening all the more. Only when Octavia began to whimper did she stop, pulling away with a soft gasp and a few heavy breaths. Octavia panted eagerly, her half-lidded eyes looking into Rarity’s eagerly.

“Shall we… Re-locate?” Rarity asked hesitantly, pulling her hands out of Octavia’s hair. Octavia nodded eagerly, sweeping past Rarity and out of the music room. Rarity took just a moment to breathe before turning and following after her with a strange and unfamiliar sense of anticipation. She was actually rather nervous. It had been so long, and the last person she had done anything with was… Well, someone she didn’t like to think about. And yet, Octavia had a strange, calming effect on her. It was relaxing to be around her. She felt like she could act naturally, with no pressure or precedent. Mingling with high society meant you had to present yourself in such a fashion that everyone around you wouldn’t remark on you. In a way, you had to ascend to a whole new level to even blend in. And if you didn’t, you were ostracized… Not so around Octavia. Rarity felt as if she could be dressed in her skivvies and the sultry cellist would still treat her every bit as dignified and poised as Rarity truly was.

“Should I… Take this off?” Octavia asked nervously, leading Rarity down a hall. Any other time, Rarity might have been caught up in the beautiful décor or discovering more about this place, but Octavia’s hesitant question was enough to make her completely ignore everything around her. Rarity smiled and shook her head.

“Why don’t you let me do that, my dear? I’m honestly surprised you managed to get it on by yourself.” Octavia nodded with a slight blush and led Rarity further into her penthouse apartment, rounding a corner down another long hallway. This one seemed a little more dark and comfortable, with fewer lights and windows. Sure enough, Octavia led her into the master bedroom. Here, Rarity had to stop to admire what she saw.

Octavia’s bedroom was dominated by the single largest bed Rarity had ever seen. It took up a good quarter of the entire room, leaving just enough space on it’s sides for an aisle between the bedposts and the dressers. Opposite the foot of the bed was a door leading into what Rarity guessed was the master bathroom, and to the left of the headboard was another which she guessed led to the closet. One entire wall of the bedroom, however, was devoted to a long set of ceiling-to-floor windows. Wall-to-wall, Rarity could look out over the entirety of Canterlot. On a clear night or a sunny day, the view would be unparalleled. For now, though, it was overcast and grey. Not terribly interesting to look at. Octavia flicked a switch, and automatic blinds descended from hidden panes in the ceiling, slowly shutting out the light of day. Once finished, the only light in the bedroom came from the very edges of the blinds.

It was flat, grey, and surprisingly sultry. Octavia silhouetted the blinds, still looking every bit as beautiful as she had on stage. Rarity swallowed her anxiety and doubt, slowly stepping forward. Her hands gently rose to Octavia’s shoulders, gently turning her around. Octavia presented her back to Rarity, one hand raising to lift her magnificent black hair out of the way. Rarity’s dexterous fingers located the small zipper right away, pulling it down the length of Octavia’s spine, to where it stopped just above her prominent rear.

“Breathe out.” Rarity whispered. Octavia’s chest fell as she exhaled her breath, and Rarity’s magic gripped key points among the folds of the dress. Smooth as could be, Rarity removed the dress the way only she could, using magic to guide the fabric over the snug parts of Octavia’s hips and thighs. Octavia stepped forward and out of the dress, now wearing only a strapless bra and her underwear. Rarity didn’t miss the chance to admire her creamy, smooth thighs or the swell of her backside, but concern for her masterpiece won out over her desire.

“Can I put this somewhere?”

“There.” Octavia gestured over Rarity’s shoulder, to a mannequin she had missed on the other side of the door. It was the same mannequin Rarity had delivered the dress in, and had been adjusted to fit Octavia’s size. Rarity turned to her task, making absolutely sure the dress fell the right way down to the floor, hugging its stand just right, making sure all the miniscule zippers and cinched bits of fabric were where they needed to be. When she finished, she was acutely aware of Octavia’s eyes on her.

“Something the matter?” Rarity asked softly. Octavia slipped up behind her, her slender hands resting on Rarity’s hips.

“I’m amazed.” She whispered into Rarity’s ear. “You show the same care and passion for your dresses that I do my instruments…” Rarity couldn’t stop the shiver as she inadvertently leaned back into the warm embrace. Octavia wrapped her arms around Rarity’s middle, pulling herself close against the dressmaker’s back. Rarity turned her head to the side and Octavia pressed another passionate kiss to her lips. Rarity’s own hands rose into Octavia’s hair yet again, pulling the thin, eager lips against her own smoothly. Octavia groaned and pressed closer, enough that Rarity could feel the curves of her thighs against the back of her own. Octavia’s hips pressed into Rarity’s rear, making her crotch heat with another eager sensation of desire.

“Hmm, Darling…” Rarity muttered between passionate exchanges. “I want you. Ever since you stepped into my store, I’ve been seeing you in my mind. I can’t shake the image. I’d give anything to feel you. All of you.” The words came in a rush, flowing fast and free as Rarity slowly turned around. Octavia’s chest rose and fell with each hot breath, her eyes now closed as she rested her forehead against Rarity’s.

“Okay. Okay, yes.” She whispered, her fingers tightening. “Please.” She opened her eyes to look up into Rarity’s, and in those magnificent purple orbs, Rarity could see everything. Lust. Desire. Passion. Romance. Octavia’s own gaze betrayed her intent. With a simple motion, Rarity guided her backwards to the bed, gently setting her down at the edge. Octavia sighed and closed her eyes as Rarity smoothly pushed her back. She stretched out on her back, only her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Rarity stood off to the side, looking down at the beautiful display beneath her. Octavia’s chest rose and fell slowly, her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly; just enough that Rarity could see the very edge of her teeth.

Rarity’s hands gingerly slid higher along Octavia’s front, caressing the flat plane of her stomach. Octavia slowly inhaled and exhaled. Rarity was enraptured at the smooth motion. At long last, her hand rose to the hem of Octavia’s bra, finding the small clasp set between and underneath her breasts. With an expert touch, she flicked it free, watching as the fabric parted to reveal even more of Octavia’s shapely chest. The very edge of her areola peeked out from underneath the fabric, taunting Rarity with what lay beyond, covered only slightly by the dark piece of clothing. She took her sweet time in peeling it aside, revealing a scant inch at a time.

Rarity didn’t enjoy just clothing people, making them look beautiful or handsome. While half the fun was dreaming up new and imaginative ways to weave fabric and thread into a tapestry of fashion and passion, the other half was what lay beneath. Rarity’s greatest sexual desire was not in orgasmic fulfillment, or in pleasing another… What she enjoyed more than anything was the path it took getting there. Be it slow and deliberate disrobing or fast and passionate stripping, Rarity enjoyed removing clothes more than anything else in the world.

Images of what she had previously pictured Octavia wearing flashed through her mind. She imagined everything from a scanty and revealing maid outfit to such daring things like tight leather and latex. While such things were normally outside of Rarity’s usual fantasy, she couldn’t help herself. Something about this woman made Rarity want to create new and fantastic things, watch as Octavia dressed in them, and take her sweet time in removing them. Over and over again. She was so entrancing, beautiful and sultry at the same time. The way her hips and thighs filled out so beautifully, their wide curves and entrancing dips made Rarity’s crotch positively drip with excitement.

At long last, she removed the last inch of fabric covering Octavia’s breasts, baring the beautifully plump twin peaks. Her nipples were perfectly proportioned and puckered with gooseflesh. They were undoubtedly harder than rocks, though likely delicious as well. Rarity gently cupped the one on her left with her whole hand, lifting the soft skin away from Octavia’s ribs with a gentle touch. Octavia sighed happily, her back arching just a little as Rarity mirrored the motion with her other hand. Once Octavia’s breasts had been bared for Rarity’s attention, her fingers slowly circled the bumpy areola.

Octavia drew a lip between her teeth, her hips squirming atop the bed as Rarity began to tease her. She made slow, purposeful circles around the hard flesh, only indulging in a legitimate touch now and again. The soft brushes would make her mouth open in a soft, breathless gasp, and her eyes would flutter behind her lids. Rarity thoroughly enjoyed herself, depressing her fingers into the soft flesh, rotating and squeezing, pinching and rubbing until Octavia was positively squirming with repressed desire.

“Please.” She finally gasped, her breath exhaling in a single, long-winded plead for attention. “Please, lower…”

“Yes, dear.” Rarity removed her hands at long last, laying them flat on Octavia’s twitching stomach. The effect was immediate. Octavia groaned louder than she had previously, and Rarity hadn’t even come close to her destination. Not yet. Slow and easy, Rarity slid her hands down Octavia’s hips and up onto the tops of her thighs, just the very edge of her nails catching the hem of Octavia’s soft, silken panties. She found it surprisingly difficult to gain purchase in pulling the tricky fabric away from the skin. They were so tight and snug, Rarity struggled to peel them away… Octavia groaned nevertheless, her hips stilling to allow Rarity the chance to pull them off. At long last, Rarity managed to fold back the hem and slowly peel the black bit of clothing away from Octavia’s skin. Each new inch that exposed itself in the flat lighting was a tantalizing promise of what was to come, an invitation for a kiss, a touch, or a gentle massage.

“Oh my…” When the fabric finally left her crotch, Rarity was smitten by the sight. Nestled between her full thighs was a delicate pink womanhood, emitting a musky, intoxicating scent that made Rarity’s mouth water. Above it was a thin and well-tended strip of soft hair, less than an inch wide at it’s thickest, and it tapered off to a point two inches above Octavia’s clitoris. Her core was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Rarity had seen in a long, long time… Swallowing slightly, Rarity remembered to completely remove Octavia’s panties before she continued.

“Spread for me?” She asked quietly, her own hips squirming helplessly as she dropped the panties to the floor.

“Am I the only one who’ll be nude this afternoon?” Octavia returned with a slight, teasing smile. “You’re not the only one who has wanted to see the other… Please, Rarity… Let me see you.” Octavia’s desperate plea was enough to make Rarity agree to anything, let alone removing her clothes. She nearly rushed to strip her top and bra off, but remembered this was every bit as much a show for Octavia as it was a means to an end. She slowed down, her fingers pulling the last few buttons on her blouse free with a slow, deliberate touch. Octavia sat up on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her palms as she watched Rarity with an interested, eager expression.

Rarity shrugged out of one shoulder of her blouse, turning to the side to give Octavia a teasing smile before slipping out of the other. She turned about and looked over her shoulder as the blouse slowly slid down her back, revealing the straps and clasp to her own sturdy bra. She could see Octavia’s lip as she drew it between her teeth eagerly. Despite how awkward the things could be, Rarity was still graceful as she pulled the hooks on her bra clasp. Octavia’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths as Rarity pulled the straps off of her shoulders, opening the entirety of her back for Octavia. The bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor, leaving Rarity’s chest bare, but still unseen with her back turned the way it was.

Next was her skirt. It was a conservative, knee-length skirt, dark in color and inlaid with a simple pattern. As she found the small zipper on the side, she pulled it down, feeling the fabric sag around her hips. Her hands rose up into her hair, lifting the long locks off of her neck, leaving her skirt free to fall around her ankles. Underneath, her simple bikini-cut panties were the only thing keeping Octavia from seeing Rarity’s moist womanhood. Thus, Rarity gasped when a pair of hands not her own settled on her hips. She blushed as Octavia took matters into her own hands… Literally.

“You’re so beautiful,” Octavia muttered, her lips pressing to the soft skin on Rarity’s side. Her fingertips slid just under the hem of Rarity’s panties, parting the fabric from her skin. Rarity shuddered as Octavia’s hot breath washed over her hips and around to her front, her hands still intent on holding her hair off of her shoulders. Octavia slowly began to push the thin fabric down, kissing each new inch of exposed skin along the side of Rarity’s legs.

“Pardon me for saying, Rarity…” Octavia’s touch left her just as Rarity’s panties fell to the floor along with the other bits of discarded fabric. “But you have an amazing backside… It’s so… Round. Full…” Octavia’s hands returned just a moment later, her palms laying flat on both of Rarity’s cheeks. She leaned into the grasp eagerly, pushing her rear back into Octavia’s eager touch. “Do you like having it touched?” Octavia whispered.

“V-very much, darling…” Rarity managed to stutter. If the lighting were a little better, Octavia might have been able to see the single trickle of arousal running down Rarity’s inner thigh. The cellist’s hands were firm with the hours of playing her instrument, but not rough or callused; simply harder than most. Rarity knew the feeling, as after a long project of sewing by hand, her own fingers would take on the same properties. She normally did a wax dip to restore them, but there were times when the solid digits were beneficial… One such time being right now. Octavia’s fingers curled into her rear , sinking into the flesh enough to send an exciting tingle of pain up her spine.

“Aah.” Rarity’s soft moan sparked a renewed movement from Octavia. The daring fingers slid over her pert cheeks, venturing down and between her thighs… Rarity felt the small droplet of wetness slide underneath Octavia’s fingers, spreading over her skin slowly. The fingers left her, and she heard Octavia give a soft moan behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Rarity watched as Octavia’s mouth opened to accept her two fingers. She tasted Rarity’s arousal. And judging from her expression, she liked what she tasted.

“Hmmn. My goodness, that’s incredible.” Octavia panted. Rarity’s blush intensified, but she didn’t feel the need to be embarrassed. Octavia’s lusty expression betrayed her intent as she leaned back on her palms once more. “I don’t suppose you’d want to sample my own, would you?”

“Lay back, darling.” Rarity whispered, her hand gingerly guiding Octavia onto her back. She slowly fell to her knees at the side of the bed, smiling intimately up at Octavia’s beautiful face. From close to a foot away, she could smell the musky scent, feel the heat radiating off of her pale flesh. Octavia was aroused beyond belief. She wanted this every bit as much as Rarity did. They maintained eye contact as Rarity moved in. Soon, though, Rarity lost those brilliant purple orbs behind the gentle swell of her breasts. Then, her attention could be focused solely on the task at hand.

She tasted like nothing Rarity had ever experienced before. Musky and very womanly, the sensation of Octavia’s slick juices running over her tongue and lips was intoxicating. She eagerly licked at every last little droplet of wetness she could coax from Octavia, even though there was plenty of it to be had. She lost all track of time and decency as she focused on her task. Her tongue was restless against Octavia’s womanhood. It was more than a sexual desire to grant another pleasure this time. Rarity felt something else. Something deep in her gut, something primal and ravenous. She felt hungry. She felt starved. She wanted to please and be pleased. To feed off of Octavia’s fulfilled desire. She was going insane with the need for release. Her tongue plunged deep into Octavia’s twitching core again and again, sending shots of pleasure directly into the cellist’s molten womanhood.

Octavia was incredibly vocal. She cried out heedlessly, her chest sagging with the exhalation of air that came with her high-pitched cries. She would writhe and moan for several long moments before shutting off all sound, holding back… Her mouth would drop open in a silent expression of lust before the scream came out, rushing forth with such intensity and passion that Rarity wanted to match her. Instead, she just gave a low, animalistic groan of desire, sending deep vibrations right into her new lover’s crotch. That, in turn, would only make Octavia scream yet again.

Rarity was restless. Her tongue was everywhere against Octavia. She would pull away to haphazardly lick the joint of her leg, burying her face between Octavia’s warm thighs. Then she would dive right back in, her tongue pushing between the cellist’s dripping lips to taste her very depths. Now and then, Rarity’s tongue would glide over Octavia’s swollen clitoris, flicking and spinning the plump bundle of nerves. It was those movements that made Octavia react the most unpredictably. She would arch her back and cry out more intensely than any time prior, positively screaming with pent-up desire.

Rarity was unable to keep up with the flood of arousal. No matter how fast she would lap up at the delightful juices, they were always there, always renewed. In the end, she gave up. There was plenty for her to taste, so she didn’t need to fret about catching it all. Drool and wetness dripped down her chin, glistened on her lips, and even went so far to smear onto her cheeks. It began to drip down Octavia’s rear and into the soft covers. A wet spot began to develop underneath Octavia’s hips, spreading as the heated licking session continued.

“Rarity, I’m-“ Octavia’s clipped sentence was the only warning Rarity got. One moment, her tongue was restlessly exploring, poking and prodding, and the next, she was assaulted with the taste. Incredibly feminine and very pervasive, the sensation of Octavia achieving orgasm from Rarity’s tongue was unlike any other in her life. Rarity lapped up each new drop, feeling much of it gush against her chin and out onto the sheets to join the rest of the ever-widening wet spot. What’s more, Octavia’s legs closed around her head, effectively burying her in the hot, passionate embrace of her thighs. Rarity could hardly breathe. Her head swam with the combination of pleasure and oxygen deprivation. She didn’t stop licking. She couldn’t stop. Even as her lungs began to protest, she lapped sloppily at Octavia’s core. She didn’t want to stop.

“Pwah!” With a hot gasp, she finally broke away. Panting heavily, Rarity grinned in the most stupid fashion up at Octavia, whose open mouth was drooling just a little. Rarity could see a single, glistening trail of saliva tracing from the corner of her mouth down to her jaw, where it was lost in the raven embrace of her hair. Breathing heavily, Rarity slowly crawled up onto the bed, straddling Octavia on all fours.

“For the love of everything under the sun,” Octavia finally muttered, her words slightly slurred. As if she were half-drunk. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you’re delicious.” Rarity moaned. She eagerly pressed her lips against Octavia’s, giving the cellist a taste of her very own orgasmic juices. The response was phenomenal. Octavia squirmed and moaned against Rarity’s lips, her hands eagerly clutching Rarity’s shoulders, pulling her deeper into the kiss. The passionate embrace did not come without movement. Octavia rolled over on top of Rarity, pinning her to the bed. Both of them were fully on the covers now, no more legs dangling off of the edge. Still, they could have fit another two or even three people on the massive expanse of fabric and mattress. Octavia’s bed was huge.

“I want you, Rarity. In the best possible way.” Octavia panted.

“I’m yours, darling. Take me. Take me any way you please.” Rarity returned, her hands gingerly caressing Octavia’s sides. It happened so smoothly and easily, she almost didn’t realize what was happening at first. Octavia leaned far back, her full leg rising up between Rarity’s. The other dipped underneath her hips, lifting her off of the bed. Rarity realized in a moment what she was doing. Smiling wide, she lifted her opposite leg over Octavia’s wide hips, leaving the other resting underneath her full rear. When Octavia pushed herself forward, she sealed their crotches together wonderfully. Rarity could feel the wet, slick flesh of Octavia’s womanhood press against her own. They stayed like that for a few moments, savoring the wet feeling between them. But then, Octavia started to move… Rarity leaned back on her own palms, both women’s hips crossing effectively.

“I’ve… Never done this before.” Rarity moaned, her mouth opening in a soft gasp.

“Pardon the question, dear… But you’ve… Been with a man before?”

“Once.” Rarity muttered with a blush.

“Were you on top?”

“Y-yes…”

“Just like that, then… When I move like this…” Octavia lifted her hips, and Rarity could feel her swollen clitoris drag over the rough skin of her pubis. “You move like that… Perfect. And inversely…”

“O-oh!” Octavia dropped her hips, reversing the sensation. Rarity could feel her swollen clit press against Octavia’s for a brief moment before it was soon dragged through the soft, thin strip of hair. Each teasing, soft tendril wrapped around her swollen button, dragging over it. She shuddered as all the muscle coordination left her legs and arms for a moment. She very nearly fell onto her back once more.

“Perfect.” Octavia panted. Rarity’s half-lidded gaze looked back at Octavia’s face, and saw the single tendril of drool dripping down her chin. With a soft slurp, she realized she was drooling as well. Neither of them could help it. For Rarity, this was new and refreshing. For Octavia, it seemed it had been a long, long time… Both of them started moving at the same time, following opposite motions.

“Ooh, aah… Oh my…” Octavia groaned now and then, though she would occasionally wipe a hand across her mouth. Rarity’s groans followed Octavia’s lead, her head rolling in a circle on weak neck muscles. Their hips were grinding against one another’s nice and hard, making their clitorises brush together, rub in slow circles, or at times rapidly flick over the other’s.

“Rarity, I’m so close.” Octavia panted at last. Both of them had broken out in a thin sheen of sweat. Rarity’s muscles screamed in protest, but the pleasure far outweighed the slight discomfort. They were both thrusting their hips together in a fever pitch now, both so intent on achieving orgasm.

“Rarity!”

“Octavia!”

”AAHN!”

Their simultaneous cries of blissful release shot into the air from open mouths. Rarity’s back arched as the flood of release poured through her, pulsing fast and hard into her veins from the epicenter of her unbridled lust. She could feel the muscles in Octavia’s core contract and flex as she was subject to the exact same sensations, both of them trying very hard to avoid collapsing entirely. In the end, they failed. Their arms gave out and both women collapsed onto their backs, panting and breathing heavily. They lay with her legs tangled, hips resting a scant inch apart, mouths open to the cool air.

“I think… I can’t move my legs.”

“I’ve run out of spit. I drooled it all out.”

Rarity and Octavia panted a few more moments before glancing down the length of their tangled bodies at the other. Smiling serenely, Rarity managed to haul herself back up, turn over, and stretch out beside Octavia. Their fingers twined together, and their hands cupped wonderfully. Octavia tucked her head down and nuzzled into Rarity’s neck, giving her a soft and passionate kiss before she settled. Their ankles crossed and their chests pressed close, drawing both women in to a passionate and close embrace that neither had felt from the other in what seemed like too long a time.

“That was incredible.” Octavia breathed, her mumbled words heard only through the soft vibrations into Rarity’s neck.

“Thank you, darling. For everything.” Rarity returned, her hand smoothly stroking Octavia’s raven hair.

“Hmm…”

Octavia was already asleep.

“Nn…” Something stirred against her. Rarity focused on the soft sensation, trying to pinpoint it’s source. Nothing should have been moving… She was asleep in her apartment. Sweetie Belle was out for the day. No one should be with her. Then again, no one up to anything bad could feel this warm, or this wonderful to hold. Rarity pulled them closer, inhaling the scent of a very feminine perfume and the slightest hint of sweat…

Then it all came flooding back. The private performance. taking Octavia’s dress off, making love to the sultry cellist… Her eyes fluttered open, and all she saw was black. She blinked a few times, but the sensation didn’t fade. It seemed like there might have been a hint of a fragment of light, but it faded just as soon as she focused on it. Frowning, Rarity tried to pinpoint the source…

“Are you awake?” The soft, whispered question came from right before her. She could feel the warm person shift as they asked.

“Yeah…” Rarity whispered in return, closing her eyes to try and return vision… This time, when she looked up, she could just barely make out the shadowy outline of a face.

“Sleep well?” Rarity smiled at the genuine tone of concern, nodding as she slid her head forward a short inch. Octavia met her halfway, their lips meeting in a wonderful, passionate kiss. Rarity let it stretch on for a few moments before pulling back.

“Babies don’t sleep that well, my dear…” She whispered in return. Octavia gave a soft breath before kissing her quickly.

“I’m glad. Thank you so much, Rarity… It means a lot to me.” Rarity’s arms slid around Octavia’s shoulders, pulling her close. She felt the warm curve of Octavia’s body, her breasts depressing slightly as she pressed them against Octavia’s own chest. Her warm thighs, wrapped loosely around one of her legs. She could have stayed like that forever. Then the scent wafted past her nose. Sweat. Arousal. Body odor. She groaned and closed her eyes, wishing it weren’t so.

“Shower?” Octavia asked, addressing the unspoken issue.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“Hmm. Ooh, do you want to take a boring shower… Or a bath?” Octavia’s tone took on a slightly mischievous quality, and the ghost of a smile in her words was mirrored by Rarity’s full lips.

“Bath.” She answered happily. Octavia pulled away, but only for a moment. Her hands wrapped around Rarity’s wrist, pulling her up from the bed. In the near-dark, Rarity couldn’t see a thing. She was pulled along the soft carpet floor by Octavia, walking blindly towards what she could only guess was the bathroom. Suddenly, a rectangle of bright light hit her square in the eyes, blinding her for a few seconds. She shielded herself with a hand, grimacing at the uncomfortable and sudden onset of light. When her vision finally normalized, she was blown away yet again.

Octavia’s bathroom was dominated by the largest bath tub she had ever seen. Larger even than the spa she used to frequent back in Ponyville, Raritry could have sworn she would be able to swim around inside of this thing without much effort at all. Rimming the edge were all manner of oils and bubble baths and lotions, undoubtedly for use when submerged in the steamy waters. Off to the corner was a stand-up shower with shampoos and conditioners, likely to be used when time was of the essence. A simple toilet, sink, and linen closet were there as well, but the main feature was this bath tub. What’s more, it was backed up to another impressive bank of windows, offering a view out over the slumbering city. How long had the two of them slept? Rarity rubbed her eyes tiredly.

“Do you want any bubbles or oil?” Octavia asked, cranking three separate faucets on simultaneously. The thunderous sound of water filling the tub nearly drowned her out. Rarity smiled and nodded.

“I’d love some, thank you.” Octavia grinned and began picking out bottles here and there, pouring select amounts of each into the tub as the water level began to slowly rise. Rarity watched her move, following the delicate curves of her body as she worked. While she was exhausted from the earlier round of lovemaking, she was still in admiration of Octavia’s simple beauty. She was just so… Womanly. Something about her struck Rarity as being intrinsically beautiful. Graceful. Without flaw. As much as she hated to admit it, Rarity thought she might be falling in love…

“There we go.” The water stopped all at once, and before the two of them was a wide tub filled to the brim with multi-colored bubbles. Smiling at one another, both women slipped over the edge and into the hot water, settling down gently. Underneath the veil of bubbles and fantastic-smelling oils, Octavia’s hand found hers. Rarity took it gently, smiling as the two of them pulled one another close. Against the back edge was a seat. Octavia stretched out on the specially-designed recliner and gingerly pulled Rarity into her lap.

She must not have realized it before, but Octavia was actually taller than her. It had to have been the heels she was constantly wearing, but Octavia, when they were standing or laying side-by-side, was easily an inch or two taller than her. Rarity ran over the cellist’s measurements in her mind, humming softly when she found they checked out. Octavia’s hands wrapped around her middle, keeping Rarity pinned in her lap, and her lips pressed softly to the back of her neck.

“This… Is divine.” Rarity muttered softly, sighing as the heat soaked into her, filling her to the bone.

“One of my guilty pleasures… I must have a bath this grand at least once a week. I’m awfully stressed if I ever have to go without…”

“To each their own, I suppose…” Rarity muttered teasingly. Octavia showed her appreciation with a gentle nip.

“What about you?” She asked, whispering into Rarity ear. “Any quirks? Strange traits?” Rarity shuddered but something came to mind anyways.

“Well… You’re going to find it odd, but…” Rarity gingerly grasped Octavia’s wrist, guiding her hand between her legs. “I must keep my… Pubic hair… In perfect condition. I wax weekly and shave almost every day… If it ever gets out-of-sorts, I tend to get rather irritable.”

“Oh? Oh my! That is… Rarity, this is incredible…” Octavia’s fingers explored her tender crotch, not quite touching her sore clitoris or her aching lips, but sliding over the perfectly smooth, soft flesh around them. Rarity kept a single, slender triangle of hair above her core, and as Octavia’s fingers gingerly stroked the slick strands of hair, she found herself groaning slightly. “Why do you insist on keeping things so… Pristine?” Octavia muttered, her hand coming to a rest over Rarity’s entrance. She kept it there, just cupping her womanhood, not moving or teasing. Just holding her. Rarity found the situation to be nothing short of ideal.

“Because…” She moaned eagerly. “Times like this… When someone plays with it, or just holds me like that…” Rarity closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against Octavia’s shoulder. “It may seem silly, but… My ex did it almost constantly. Clothes on or off, she loved to just hold me there. Didn’t move, didn’t play with me… Just… Holding me. Just like you’re doing right now…” The sudden dark memories of the people she left behind in Ponyville came forth then. She tensed slightly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-“

“No, it’s okay.” Octavia said with a soft sigh. “I suppose now is as good a time as any to discuss… Certain things.” Rarity gingerly slid off of Octavia’s lap, facing her in the hot bath water. Octavia seemed to be struggling over the proper words, so Rarity gave her time. At last, she spoke. “I… Recently broke up with my own ex. Honestly, it was the day before the concert. I very nearly called the whole thing off. We were strong, she and I… But… Things didn’t work out. I guess you could say. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t distraught…” Rarity connected the dots in her head, remembering back to the short, clipped sentence that Octavia had begun to say just before Rarity had cut her off with a kiss. The kiss that sealed the events of last night.

“I’m… A rebound, aren’t I?”

“No, no, please! Don’t think of it like that!” Octavia leaned forward, and Rarity could see the tears brimming in her eyes already. “Please, let me explain?” Rarity narrowed her eyebrows, but let Octavia continue. She took a deep breath before speaking again. “Yes, I may have acted a little brashly… And perhaps doing what we did last night wasn’t the wisest decision… But Rarity, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy every moment I’ve spent with you since the day we met.” Octavia reached out to take her hand gently, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’m going to be selfish in asking this, but please… I don’t want anything complicated. Nothing serious. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t… If I…” She drew her lower lip between her teeth, and a single tear dripped from her eye.

“If I wasn’t madly attracted to you. Rarity, your dress was like a lover’s embrace, more intimate and sweet than anything I had ever experienced. It’s almost like you know me. All of my flaws and imperfections. You didn’t hide them or conceal them. You brought them out, and turned them into one of the most beautiful things about me. I… I don’t see myself ever wearing a dress from a different dressmaker ever again. I don’t want to. You throw what happened last night into the mix, and I… Rarity, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to let you go.”

It all came in a rush. Each new emotional sentence pulled Octavia closer and closer to Rarity, and coaxed more tears from her beautiful eyes. It pained Rarity to hear her say those things, and hurt her more to know that someone had hurt a woman as beautiful and talented as Octavia. She was obviously abused one way or another, and whoever this ex was, they had had a profound impact on her. The worst kind. Rarity didn’t like the idea of being in a relationship with someone so soon after such a meaningful breakup, but then again…

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” Rarity wrapped an arm around Octavia’s shoulder, gently pulling her close. Octavia devolved into a fit of sobbing against Rarity’s chest, clutching her tight as she cried. “Shh. Get it all out, darling… Cry it out.” She stroked her raven hair, holding the poor woman close as she shook. Octavia took a few minutes, but soon composed herself with a sniffle and a wipe of her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to-“

“Hey.” Rarity cut her off with a finger to her lips, smiling gently. “Don’t fret, darling. You’re not the only one in this bathtub who has acted out of passionate impulse. I’d be a hypocrite if I denied you your guilty pleasure. Besides.” Rarity cupped Octavia’s chin, smiling as she lifted her eyes to meet her own. “Ever since I made your dress, I’ve been obsessed… Your figure, your allure… It’s irresistible. I’d make a thousand dresses for you, and a thousand more, if only I got the chance to take them off once again.” Octavia’s silly grin was the precursor to a passionate kiss, the likes of which Rarity was likely never going to forget. Octavia moaned into her lips, curling every last inch of her body against Rarity.

“Thank you, Rarity… For understanding.”

“Of course, darling…” Rarity smiled, kissing Octavia’s cheek softly. “You’ve been on my mind for days. Ever since I took your measurements.”

“Hehe. I suspected you might have been looking me over in a way that was slightly less-than-professional.”

“Shush. I always scrutinize my customers in that way.” Rarity blinked. “Might be the reason I don’t have many, now that I think about it.” The two of them shared a laugh, pressing close for a few moments.

Shrouded in hot water and bubbles, wrapped in the arms of one of the most mystifying and alluring women in all of Canterlot, Rarity realized she felt something then. Something she hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. Something so lost and alien to her, it was almost like experiencing it for the first time… She felt…

Content.