Intimate Details

Intimate Details - Part 8 “Inspiration”

“Rarity? What’s wrong?” Amethyst’s hand gently laid on her shoulder, rousing Rarity out of her fit of crying. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, shaking her head a little.

“Nothing. Nothing, Amy. Just… Everything’s piling up on me.” She waved her friend off, heaving a ragged breath. “I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.”

“Here.” Amethyst handed her a box of tissues, which Rarity accepted. “I’ll… Just be in the other room, then…” She slipped away with a concerned look on her face, leaving Rarity to try and re-assemble her face. Between a dozen tissues and her compact mirror, she managed to make herself presentable, though it didn't help with how shaken she felt inside. Twilight seemed to have that sort of impact on her these days. Just the sound of her ex’s voice would send her over the edge, it seemed… She was utterly helpless. Even though the day had just started, Rarity felt like she was ready to collapse. She sat at the desk with no customers for a long while, staring blankly ahead. Out of boredom, she found herself playing with her phone.

She familiarized herself with several of the features, and saved several numbers, including Twilight’s. Just browsing the illuminated screen made her interest rise, so Rarity resigned herself to learning everything the phone had. Before long, she learned how to take pictures, change her background and ringtones, and even send text messages. Sweetie Belle was busy with class, so Rarity sent a message to the one person she thought she could talk to at that moment.

“Hello. -Rarity.”

“Hello. Feeling better?” Octavia replied. Rarity smiled at the screen and settled in for a text-based chat.

“Much, thanks. I suppose I should have told you earlier… Never really got the chance.”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for all the interference.”

“Who? Vinyl? Don’t worry about it. Apparently both of us have our dark secrets.”

“True… Care to share some of them? ;)” Rarity’s heart raced at the text. While she wasn't quite sure what the semicolon entailed, she was excited at what the implications were.

“What did you have in mind?”

“How about dinner at my place? Tonight? Will you be free?” Rarity laid a hand over her heart and fought to keep her breathing under control as she mulled the thought over. Dinner at Octavia’s. It was a Monday, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a harmless dinner at a friends, right? Right. Smiling, she set her thumbs to the keypad.

“I’ll be there.”

The evening approached almost all too quickly for Rarity’s tastes. She had just enough time after work to dash home and change before getting Sweetie Belle to drop her off at Octavia’s apartment building. Sweetie Belle didn’t give her a single moment’s rest about it, either. Rarity was the brunt of many vulgar innuendos. Not that she minded. Truth be told, she could stand to blow off some steam after this whole ordeal. But there were a few things that remained to be seen… She was all business as she navigated the front desk and rode the elevator up to the top floor.

Octavia was waiting for her in the elevator landing. Despite her anger at the cellist for playing her, Rarity couldn’t help but admire the woman. She was the embodiment of beauty. Every smooth curve and swell of flesh made Rarity struggle to keep her lips from curling upwards in an appreciative smile. She took one moment to glance over Octavia’s ensemble before stepping out of the elevator and into a gentle, sweet hug. It was rather friendly, with no major hints at anything too important. In fact, Octavia just seemed relieved to have someone to hold. Even if for a moment.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Octavia breathed, pulling away with a warm smile. Rarity gave her a cursory smile before forcing her expression to turn serious once more.

“We’ve a lot to talk about.” Rarity said cryptically, nodding towards the door. “Shall we?” Octavia blushed a little and ushered her inside. After taking her coat and setting her purse on the table next to the door, she was led into the kitchen. “Oh my goodness.” Rarity laid a hand on her chest as she inhaled deeply. “That smells divine.” Some sort of robust sauce was simmering in a saucepan next to a full pot of boiling pasta. Additionally, a large pan filled with sizzling vegetables let copious amounts of steam into the kitchen air, inundating Rarity with the magnificent scents.

“Nothing fancy. I hardly ever cook for two these days, so I figured I’d keep it easy...” Octavia rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish smile before grabbing a wooden spoon and stirring a big pot of pasta. Rarity settled in at the breakfast bar just opposite the stove, inhaling the scents and watching Octavia work. They remained mostly silent as the cellist busied herself cooking their meal. Rarity had much to say, but it didn’t seem fitting to discuss it while Octavia was preoccupied with the hot surfaces and whatnot. Before long, though, she had finished.

“Wine?” Octavia asked, smiling as she pulled a bottle free from it’s place in a nearby cabinet.

“That sounds wonderful.” Rarity smiled. Octavia bustled about and soon had two full glasses of wine poured, and served pasta in a robust, delicious-looking sauce with a colorful salad on the side. Distracted as Rarity was with the recent happenings, she couldn’t deny the rumbling in her stomach. Sparing a moment to clink their glasses together, both women set in on the delicious meal. Rarity ate hungrily, but not without showing the proper decorum. The sauce was red, after all, and would stain if she got it on her blouse. She kept focused on the food, but every now and then, she could feel Octavia’s eyes burning into her. The cellist, it seemed, couldn’t help herself from looking at Rarity. Only when the meal was complete did Rarity finally spare Octavia more than a passing glance. They looked at one another for a while, both of them clutching their half-empty wine glasses like they were the last lifeline.

“So…” Rarity said softly, swirling her drink about before sipping it. “Where would you like to start?”

“I don’t know.” Octavia said. She had been smiling previously, but now that Rarity appeared ready to get down to business, she could only stare into her own wine and haunch her shoulders. Rarity tapped a nail into her glass and gave Octavia a long, scrutinizing look.

“Maybe we can start where your relationship with Vinyl stands.” Rarity quipped, sipping the drink once more. Despite the obvious pain that it was causing Octavia, Rarity needed to know what was happening between those two.

“The whole thing?”

“Might as well.” Rarity lifted her shoulder.

“Okay…” Octavia took a steadying breath before beginning. “Vinyl and I met six years ago, when she was getting her start in electronica. She wanted to use the orchestra’s tracks in some of her own. Our producers agreed, and she and I met during one of the meetings… We worked together on one particular composition that she wanted, and afterwards met up for drinks.” Her expression turned wistful, and she looked at the far wall, even if her thoughts were far away and long ago. “It was wonderful, really… My father was a businessman and my mother worked for the government, so I’ve always been a product of high society. Proper decorum and whatnot. Meeting Vinyl was such an eye-opening experience. She was vulgar, but not rude. Crass, but not unrefined. Intelligent. Cunning. And my goodness, that woman’s sexual presence…” Rarity had to admit that Vinyl certainly was attractive… In an overt, in-your-face sort of way.

“After drinks, she invited me to one of her concerts. I went for two reasons. First out of professional interest for a fellow musician, and secondly because I just wanted to spend a little more time with her. Well, if it wasn’t played so loudly, her music was actually enjoyable. I sat at the back and thoroughly enjoyed myself. She met me after the show, took me to her flat, and… Well, you get the rest.” Octavia glanced at Rarity, and both of them shared a quick blush. “I won’t give you the details, but it was amazing… I’d never been touched like that before. She was… Oppressive. From beginning to end, it was like a roller coaster. Never a dull moment.” Octavia sighed once more. “I guess that’s her downfall. She doesn’t know when to tone it down. It’s like a switch with her. We’re either fully clothed and chatting about time signatures or butt naked and sweating.”

“That’s… Intriguing…” Rarity alluded with a wave of her glass. She could recall a few incidents with the helplessly awkward Twilight that were much the same. Not that she minded. Twilight learned quickly. She took another sip to distract herself from her ex and gestured for Octavia to continue.

“We saw each other for six whole years. But, you see, Vinyl didn’t change. Ever.” Octavia’s expression turned more serious once more and she hunched forward. “I would go to her concerts and events, to show my support, but she never came to mine. Not even once. I mean, I can’t blame her. I know what those sorts of engagements are like to those who aren’t… Naturally inclined… Goodness, even I’ve been to a few that I didn’t want to be at. It wasn’t an issue… At first.” Octavia muttered as she downed her glass. “But it started to become one… She began to get to the point where I either had to choose her or the symphony.”

“That’s not good…” Rarity muttered. “She gave you an ultimatum?”

“The ultimatum of the century.” Octavia groaned. She frowned at her empty glass before snatching the bottle and refilling it, perhaps a little too much. After a moment’s hesitation, Rarity offered her own glass as well. Octavia filled it past where it ought to have gone, but Rarity didn’t complain. Instead, she took a hearty sip and leaned in as Octavia continued. “It was either I run away with her to Baltimare, or I stay alone in Canterlot.”

“Oh wow.” Rarity arched an eyebrow in surprise. “That’s… Not good.”

“I did what I had to… I mean, five years is a lot of time for two people to be together without actually… Being together. You know? I chose to stay with the symphony. She railed, she hollered, she made a mess of things, but in the end she stayed.” Octavia’s expression darkened considerably as she went on. “She makes it seem like Canterlot is her prison, and me her jailer. Her music has become sloppy, she drinks constantly, and blames it all on me…” Octavia’s knuckles became white as she clutched the bottle harder. Rarity reached out to lay a gentle hand on her forearm. That seemed to relax her. She let go of the bottle and her wine glass before sitting back in her chair.

“I stayed with her, though… The sex became dull, conversations fell flat and meaningless, and she became… Well, I wouldn’t say hostile, but certainly not personable anymore.” Octavia rubbed her temples with two fingers, groaning inwardly. She leaned forward once more, looking intently at Rarity. “And then you happened.”

“Me?”

“Yeah… That night at the club. Again, I was there for her… And with how badly she’s been beating herself up lately, I kind of owed it to her to go to one show. At least one. But then you came out of nowhere. And with the drama I’ve been suffering from my previous dressmaker on top of all the other things, it just sort of… Clicked. I guess.” She smiled warmly at Rarity, reaching across the table to lay her fingertips on Rarity’s arm. “Rarity, that dress you made for me… Words cannot describe… It was just so… Flawless. Each detail, every little stitch and bit of fabric, I… I just…” Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Hey, hey…” Rarity reached out, wiping one stray tear off of her cheek just as it began it’s descent. Octavia caught her hand, clutching it tight as the tears continued.

“There’s something I have to show you.” Octavia whispered, her breath shaking with each word. Rarity frowned, but nodded at her. “Follow me.” They left the breakfast bar and walked down the hall. Rarity was rather surprised that Octavia was leading her back to the bedroom. She was about to voice her concern, but Octavia’s expression said anything but romance. Rarity didn’t even get a chance to admire the city lights from the top floor’s view before Octavia spun about and began unbuttoning her shirt.

“Octavia, I don’t-“

“Shush.” She was cut off as Octavia pulled open her shirt and slid it down her arms. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her entire upper body was exposed. But it wasn’t her bared breasts that caught Rarity’s attention.

“Oh my Celestia…” Rarity raised both her hands to her mouth. Spread across Octavia’s torso, from her stomach up to her collarbone, were sporadic bruises. They were sickly yellow, or in one particular case dark blue. They ranged in size from about the size of a dime to full palm-sized marks. Each one was more lurid than the last, and made Rarity’s stomach churn.

“She started to get violent, once she learned about... Us.” Octavia said quietly, tears streaming down her face. “And I can’t do anything about it. Going to the authorities would anger her more. Telling her to stop wouldn’t help. Rarity, I’m at my wits end.” Octavia collapsed then, burying her face in her hands. She sobbed openly, her chest heaving with each breath. “I’m so scared!”

“Octavia.” Rarity choked on the word as she rushed forward. As quickly as she dared with the lurid bruises, Rarity wrapped her arms around the sobbing woman, clutching her tight. Octavia tensed up immediately, but as soon as Rarity’s hand rested on the back of her head, she collapsed into the embrace with a choked wail. “It’s okay. Shh, shh…” Rarity stroked her magnificent head of raven hair, holding the poor woman as close as she dared. Octavia continued to cry for a long while, her arms wrapped tightly around Rarity. It went on for so long, in fact, that Rarity had to rest her legs. A thought struck her just as she guided Octavia down to rest.

“Lay back.” Rarity urged. Octavia blinked at her with red eyes, but when Rarity laid a gentle hand over one of the bruises, the intent made itself clear and she nodded with a small sniffle. Wincing slightly, Octavia laid on her back, and at Rarity’s insistence, raised her arms above her head. “Okay.” Rarity looked down at Octavia’s bare torso with a serious expression. She unbuttoned her cuffs and rolled her sleeves up past her elbows. “From my ex to yours, let’s see if I can do this.” The memory of a long-lost spell came to mind. As Rarity focused on the details more and more, she remembered the form, the equation, the invocation… With a soft breath, she filled her hands with energy. The gentle glow of her blue magic illuminated the room, and underneath it’s soft light, she could see the wounds in detail. Octavia sniffed once more, her eyes fixed on Rarity’s hands.

Rarity worked diligently, making sure her magic was right and wouldn’t do more harm. She could tell it was working, even though Octavia winced here and there. She would apologize, but Octavia would just shake her head and smile confidently. That smile gave Rarity all the motivation she needed to continue. Octavia was reluctant to admit it at first, but once all the ones on her torso had been healed, she removed her pants to reveal two more nasty bruises on her thighs. Rarity struggled to keep her dinner down at the sight of such beautiful skin corrupted by the violence wrought upon her, but she remained focused in healing the last two bruises. At long last, her hands ceased to glow, and in the ambient light from a single turned-down lamp, Octavia’s skin was left whole and smooth once more. There were no more dark marks, or lurid bruises anywhere. Octavia stretched out with a soft groan, her eyes closing with the blissful feeling of no longer being in pain.

“Oh my goodness…” Octavia whispered, running a hand over her stomach. “Rarity, thank you so much… I… I just don’t-“

“Don’t say anything.” Rarity breathed. The act of healing Octavia had taxed her quite a bit. She sagged from her position on her knees, and flapped the hem of her blouse to help the thin layer of sweat cool on her skin. “Just… Don’t let this happen again? Please?” Rarity managed a warm smile despite the depressing circumstances, which Octavia returned in kind.

Then the damnedest thing happened. Rarity was smiling down at Octavia, and Octavia smiled up at her… And the next thing Rarity knew, their lips were pressed together. It was not a lustful kiss, or even passionate. The sensation she was getting from Octavia was nothing but pure gratitude. It flowed from her like a river, and Rarity was only all too glad to let herself be swept away in it’s current.

Her clothes shed like a second skin, tossed haphazardly aside only to be replaced by Octavia’s warm flesh. The two of them became a mass of tangled limbs and kisses, struggling to make their way under the covers. After a short pause to pull the comforter back, both women were fully nude, pressed as tight as they could manage, and kissing heatedly. Rarity could taste Octavia’s tears on her lips. The bitter saltiness punctuated the entire scene all the more, making Rarity’s own eyes well up with tears of sympathy and sadness. Octavia broke the kiss with a soft breath, cupping Rarity’s cheek with a worried expression.

“What’s wrong.” She muttered, her words coming as hardly more than a breath.

“I… I’m… I’m just confused.” Rarity whimpered, giving Octavia a gentle squeeze. “What are we? Are we friends? Lovers? Partners?” At her question, Octavia’s expression darkened. She withdrew her hands, sagging into the sheets with a sad look.

“Please… Don’t make me answer that question, Rarity…” Her pleading words nearly broke Rarity’s heart. She nearly compromised, and let it happen… But something within her made her stay resolute.

“I don’t think I can continue until I hear it.” She said softly. “If not for my benefit, then for yours.” Her hands withdrew, until they were both laying opposite one another, looking into the other’s eyes. Both of them were crying, but neither of them were willing to embrace the other. At long last, Octavia drew a shuddering breath.

“I’m not prepared to answer that, Rarity. Not yet. But, please… Don’t leave me? I… I could really use someone to hold tonight…” Octavia’s voice broke several times, and the tears came faster than ever. She looked so saddened, like there wasn’t a single thing in the world that would make her smile once more. Rarity would have given anything to see Octavia smile in that moment. Even if it meant compromising her morals. She gave a gentle sigh and slid closer, pulling Octavia into a tender embrace. The poor woman sagged into her arms, like there was no more strength left in her bones. She tucked her head against Rarity’s chest, curling into as tight a ball as she could manage. Rarity curled around her, stroking her black hair, but nothing more.

The two of them drifted off like that, neither one ready to admit their feelings, but at the same time unwilling to part from the sweet embrace.

Rarity awoke first. The morning light was dull and grey around the edges of the blinds, lending very little illumination to Octavia’s bedroom. Some time in the night, Octavia had rolled over, and now lay completely separate from Rarity. Her chest rose and fell evenly, and she appeared to be sleeping soundly. As surreptitiously as she could manage, Rarity slipped out of the bed and gathered her clothes. So as not to wake Octavia, she dressed in the hall and made her way into the kitchen. She would at least leave Octavia with breakfast, if not a pleasant memory.

Something caught her eye as she set about frying eggs and bacon, though. There was a number fixed to the fridge with a magnet, reading ‘Vinyl.’ Rarity drew her lip between her teeth, looking long and hard at the number. At last, she hardened her resolve and fetched her phone from her purse. Saving the number, Rarity tucked her phone away and continued making breakfast. Octavia emerged just as she was about to finish up, wearing a t-shirt and panties with no bra. Her hair was a mess and her eyes had bags beneath them, but she smiled at Rarity nevertheless.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, Octavia.” Rarity beamed. “I’m afraid I have to leave for work soon, but I figured breakfast was in order.”

“Thanks.” Octavia muttered, blushing a little. She looked awfully cute in the mornings. Rarity couldn’t help but watch as she bent over at the fridge to retrieve a gallon of orange juice. And again when she replaced it after pouring two glasses. Rarity sipped at her drink with a sly grin before serving them both hearty portions of egg and bacon. They ate in silence, thanks mostly to Octavia’s preoccupation with devouring the meal.

“Oh my goodness.” She muttered once done. “I never knew bacon could be so good… I always muck it up somehow.”

“Just takes the proper touch, I suppose.” Rarity teased, nudging Octavia with her elbow. She got a smile in return, which was worth all the trouble. Even after last night, and the new batch of questions Rarity had for her newfound emotional interest, Rarity still couldn’t help but smile around this woman. Even fresh out of bed with a head of frazzled hair, she seemed awfully vibrant. Each subtle movement she made captivated Rarity. There were times when she would catch herself staring helplessly, and others when just looking at Octavia made her blush furiously.

“So what now?” Octavia asked once they were both finished. “You have work, right?”

“Unfortunately.” Rarity sighed. She wasn’t presentable, not in the slightest. And with the way things were going, she wouldn’t have enough time to make it home to change and get ready. Not to mention the mere thought of dealing with customers in her emotional state made Rarity want to crawl under a blanket and sleep for years. Still, bills needed to be paid and Amethyst couldn’t handle the store on her own…

Or could she? Rarity held a finger up to Octavia and pulled her phone out, flipping it open and punching in the number she knew by heart.

“Hello?”

“Amy, it’s Rarity.”

“Hey Rares! Everything okay?”

“Yes, it is. I had a question, though…” Rarity glanced up and saw Octavia’s face split in a wide grin. She didn’t miss a thing. “Could you… Cover me for today?”

“What, like, watch the store?”

“… Yes…”

“Hmm. Well, I don’t have any appointments, and all of the contracts we have aren’t due until Friday… If you can help me pick up the slack tomorrow, I think we can swing it. Is everything okay?”

“Fine, fine. Thank you, dear.” Rarity grinned, her chest suddenly filled with a sense of relief and happiness. Octavia’s grin had spread even more as she overheard the good news. “I really appreciate this.”

“Hey, you aren’t like, seeing anyb-“ Rarity terminated the call then and there, just as Octavia rushed forward for a hug. Her phone clattered to the breakfast bar, but Rarity didn’t even mind. She buried her face into Octavia’s frazzled hair and inhaled her scent deeply. They embraced for a long while, the two of them rocking back and forth just a little. The only thing that broke it apart was the rumble in Rarity’s gut.

“Ooh. Uum… Bathroom?”

“Oh! Right. Down the hall, third door on the left.” Octavia pulled away with a blush, gesturing down the hall. Rarity padded away as quickly as she could manage, and made it in time to do her business. Afterwards, she took a long look in the mirror, frowning at what she saw. Even if she were going to spend the day with Octavia, which she assumed was what they had unofficially planned, there were things she had to take care of. Hygiene things. She poked her head back out into the hall.

“Octavia?”

“Yes?”

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” As Rarity called out, Octavia poked her head from around the corner, grinning wickedly.

“Only if I join you. Be right there.” Her sly words made Rarity’s heart jump, and she couldn’t suppress the giddy grin. Last night was not only emotionally trying, but also rather frustrating on a sexual level. Spending the entire night completely nude next to a woman as beautiful as Octavia with no chance of release was borderline torture. She had just stepped out of her skirt when Octavia slipped into the bathroom, carrying an extra towel and a spare robe. Rarity smiled as the cellist pulled her shirt off and slid her panties down her long legs. She turned the water on and ushered Rarity in under the stream. Rarity followed hesitantly, but the first tender embrace warmed her up to the prospect immediately.

“Hmmn~” Octavia moaned softly as her lips pressed to Rarity’s collarbone, sending a shiver up her spine. Rarity slid her arms around Octavia’s waist, letting her hands rest in the small of her back. The water drenched her hair, matting it into long, sodden locks that clung to her neck and shoulders. Octavia pulled them out of her way as she continued planting gentle kisses all along Rarity’s neck and jawline. Once their lips finally met, Rarity kissed Octavia eagerly and openly, without even a hint of hesitation. Last night’s trepidation at making love to someone who couldn’t make up their mind was completely gone. In that moment, with the hot water cascading over their bodies, and a beautiful woman eagerly exploring her mouth, Rarity was ready to do anything for a chance to relieve some stress.

“Haah.” Rarity gave a hot, ragged breath between two heated kisses, her hands slowly tightening around Octavia’s waist. Octavia returned the gesture with a firm squeeze to Rarity’s rear, and a single step forward. Rarity stepped back, allowing Octavia one more step forward. They repeated this, with kisses interspersed, until Rarity’s back was firmly against the chilly wall. “Octavia,” Rarity breathed, her hands shaking a little.

“Hmm?” Octavia’s teasing moan came with a sly smile and another firm squeeze.

“I’m… Not very… Clean.” Rarity whimpered, her cheeks flushed.

“Well, I think it’s time we cleaned you up, then.” Octavia breathed. Smooth and easy, she reached out to pull a bar of soap and a wash rag from their place on the wall, waving them teasingly in front of Rarity’s face. “You or me first? You know what? Nevermind.” She cut Rarity off with a quick kiss and yet another smile. “You first.” Before Rarity could even open her mouth to protest, Octavia fell to her knees, rubbing the soap into the rag. The first silky-smooth touch sent a shiver up Rarity’s spine, thanks partially to the fact that it was pressed directly against her tender womanhood.

“Aah.” She breathed, her eyes closing.

“Too much?” Octavia teased, rubbing the rag in a slow circle. The first jolt of pleasure almost made Rarity jump. Instead, her stomach tensed and her head fell back against the cold wall.

“Just enough.”

“Hmm.” The gentle ministrations eventually wandered away from Rarity’s core, rubbing the insides of her thighs and all down her legs. Octavia didn’t miss a single inch, her petite hands working industriously at scrubbing each inch of Rarity’s lower half. She even washed her feet. Rarity had almost forgotten the first tender touch to her core, but that changed just as Octavia began rinsing her off.

“You don’t have one of these at home, do you?” Octavia teased. Rarity looked down at her, and what she held in her hands. The detachable shower head was set to the ‘massage’ setting, and pulsed water firmly against Rarity’s calf.

“Can’t say I do…” Rarity moaned, feeling the muscles in her legs relax with help of the firm water.

“Oh darling,” Octavia moaned. She pressed her lips against Rarity’s stomach, grinning into her skin. “Let me show you the best part of a detachable shower head.”

“AHN!” Rarity gasped out loud as the pulsing stream of water made contact with her swollen clitoris, gushing water into and against her tender hole. “O-oh m-m-my, I’m… AAH!” Rarity reached out to clutch the soap tray and the edge of the shower, her legs shaking with the sudden and intense pleasure. It lanced into her chest straight from her crotch, taking her breath hostage with the intense waves of sensation.

“Hehee…” Octavia giggled at her, still holding the stream of water against her flushed petals. “Good, no?”

“I… Have got… To get one of these…” Rarity managed to stutter in between breaths. With the combination of all the tender touches just a few moments prior and last night’s frustration, Rarity couldn’t hold back any more. “I’m gonna… AHN!” Arching her back away from the wall, Rarity let her first orgasm thunder through her veins, sending waves of pure pleasure shooting up and down her back. Her eyes clenched shut and every muscle from her abdomen down was tensed as tight as could be. When she relaxed, it felt like she could just collapse into the floor of the shower and never get up, and she would be perfectly happy with that.

“Hmm… Now for the fun part.” But apparently it wasn’t over yet. Just as Rarity was about to relax completely, she felt Octavia’s mouth wrap around her aching lips. The cellist’s tongue slid over her soaked flesh with ease, flicking her swollen clit to add just the right amount of shock to the latest pulse of undiluted pleasure. Rarity drew a deep, shuddering breath, and she dare not let it go for fear of collapsing on the floor. As if she could read what Rarity was fearfully thinking, Octavia walked forward, dipping both of her shoulders underneath Rarity’s hips. She felt her weight lift off of her own legs and settle on Octavia, even as she was tenderly licked.

“Octavia…” Rarity breathed, her chest heaving with each new breath. The tile wall against her back had warmed to her now, and with the passionate licking taking place downstairs, Rarity was beginning to feel more and more hot. “Please. I’m… I’m so close again…”

“Haaah… Ahmn.” Octavia let her hot breath wash over Rarity’s middle, giving her just a second’s pause before her skilled tongue dove back into the wet, fleshy folds. Her tongue was just as dexterous as her fingers, it seemed. What’s more, Octavia licked at her with the same passion and attention to detail that she did when she played. Being the subject of such skilled ministrations, Rarity couldn’t stop herself as the third orgasm rushed upon her.

“Octavia! I’m… GUH!” With a less-than-ladylike grunt, Rarity released once more. Completely different from the sound of the shower head, Rarity could hear the wet splatter of her juices as she haplessly squirted right into Octavia’s mouth. She didn’t seem to mind one little bit. If anything, she hungrily lapped at the vile liquid, groaning and licking harder and faster. Rarity shook with the rushing intensity, her head falling back to the wall with an audible ‘thump.’ Octavia, though, couldn’t stop, it seemed. She continued licking, her tongue pulsing in and out of Rarity’s opening, teasing her with the promise of fulfillment, of insertion… Oh, how she wanted it. Fingers, tongue, a dildo, it didn’t matter to her in that moment. Her pulsing muscles begged for it. It seemed Octavia was intent on providing. Rarity felt two fingertips peel her apart, testing her entrance, teasing her…

“Please.” Rarity moaned, her head rolling to the side. “Please…”

“Of course.” Octavia panted once before slowly pushing her hand upwards and into Rarity.

“Ooohh…” Rolling her head in a full circle, Rarity flexed around the imposing digits, her stomach twitching just a little. Octavia kissed her tummy and pulled back until just her fingertips rested inside before pushing up once again. Rarity tensed for a moment, relishing the sensation of being filled. After that, she relaxed, and let the sensations flow fast and free through her body. Octavia rolled her fingertips around, pressing into new spots each time she slid in, and she would even kiss Rarity’s stomach now and then. Even though it was her fourth, Rarity felt the next orgasm approaching rapidly.

It came as an unexpected surprise, then, when Octavia found her g-spot. She glanced down just in time to catch the cellist’s sultry grin of knowing. Rarity realized what she had found only a moment too late, as Octavia drove both fingertips against the spot, accompanying the motion with a quick flick of her clit.

“GUH!” Rarity grunted as another thin stream of liquid spattered onto the shower floor, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. She lost all muscle coordination as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her hands scrambled over the walls, her toes curled, and her thighs quivered with the intensity. Octavia pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue, hungrily lapping up what she could. Rarity closed her eyes and struggled to regain control of her breathing, even as Octavia restlessly licked her juices up.

“F… Fuck… Me…” Rarity groaned. Her legs finally came back under her control, and her chest heaved with heavy breaths. Octavia chuckled as she grinned up at Rarity, wiping her chin free. Moving carefully, she set Rarity back on her feet before standing up and kissing her eagerly. Rarity moaned into Octavia’s lips, tasting the copious amounts of feminine ejaculate on the cellist’s lips. She was positively drenched with it. Her hands glowed momentarily, pulling the shower head up off of the floor and running it over Octavia’s head. They didn’t break the kiss, and Rarity got to taste the water as it flowed over Octavia’s mouth, rinsing her free of Rarity’s orgasmic fluid.

“Allow me?” Octavia asked, gently touching the showerhead. Rarity handed it off with a silly grin, watching as Octavia took a few moments to wash her mouth out, and rinse off several spots Rarity had missed.

“I can hardly stand.” Rarity muttered, leaning against the wall for support. Octavia grinned at her over her shoulder before fetching the rag and soap from the shower floor. She scrubbed her chest and neck clean as quickly as she dared before handing them off to Rarity, who followed her example. They cranked the shower off and stepped out, drying one another off with warm, appreciative smiles.

“So I was thinking.” Octavia said, talking over the loud hum of her hairdryer. “Maybe you want to pack an overnight bag or something?” Rarity paused as she ran the brush through her own hair, looking at Octavia with wide eyes.

“Really?” She asked. “Do you want me to spend the night… Again?”

“Well… I don’t mean to sound shallow and contrite, but I could really use someone to hold again tonight… Today…” Octavia blushed and looked away, talking a little quieter as she shut the hairdryer off. “For… A while…” Rarity paused mid-brush, staring at Octavia with wide eyes.

“Are you saying…”

“Let’s… Not read into it, okay?” Octavia said, crossing her arms underneath her breasts. Rarity saw a ghost of doubt flash across the cellist’s face, even as she looked down and away.

“Octavia,” Rarity said, laying a hand on her arm. Octavia looked back up at her, and even now, tears were building in her eyes. Rarity gave her a warm, supportive smile. “I’d be happy to.”

“I’ll be right back. Just a few minutes.” Rarity was able to sneak a quick kiss as she slipped out of the idling car. Octavia offered to drive her to and from her apartment, and now sat on the street in a vacant space.

“Hurry? I don’t think the shades do a good job of hiding me…”

“So kick the seat back and sit out of sight.” Rarity teased. Octavia wore ridiculously over-sized shades and a wide hat, which looked ridiculous inside of her small, sporty sedan.

“Just hurry, will you?” Octavia swatted her rear as she left, making Rarity jump and grin. She dashed up the stairs as quick as she dared, and swept into her apartment humming a happy tune. She was stopped, though, by several notes written on sticky pads left on the breakfast bar.

‘Dinner in the fridge.’ ‘When will you be home next?’ ‘Call me?’ All of them were signed from Sweetie Belle. Rarity groaned when she realized she had all but alienated her little sister for the majority of the day. She dialed her number as she walked back to her room.

“Hello, Sweetie, It’s me. Hmm? Oh, no, I’m afraid not. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am staying the night again… Hmm? Hang on, you’re breaking up… Aah. No, I’m fine. Really, Belle, I am. I’m just staying the night one more night. Will you be okay? Of course. I’ll tell her you said hello. Alright. Ciao!” Rarity packed as she talked, tossing in a change of clothes, pajamas, and a go-bag of toiletries. She paused when confronted with her makeup stand, though. What all should she bring? Just the bare necessities, right? Would she be going straight to work the next day? Of course… She owed it to Amethyst. Sighing, Rarity packed a healthy amount of makeup plus a little extra, just in case, and scanned her apartment one last time. She caught herself at the front door and dashed back to retrieve her phone charger. Just as she pulled it from the wall, her phone buzzed merrily. She didn’t even look at the caller I.D. as she flipped it open.

“I’ll be right down, darl-“

“Not who you think it is, Rarity.” The gruff feminine voice was unmistakable. Rarity stopped in her tracks before looking at the screen. It was the number she had saved from Octavia’s fridge. Vinyl.

“How did you get my number?”

“Twilight.” Vinyl grunted. “We need to have a talk, you and I.”

“I should think so.” Rarity felt her blood heat at the memory of the dark bruises left on Octavia’s skin. She would have given anything to let the tomboyish DJ have it then and there, but over the phone, it would likely lose it’s meaning. “Time and place?”

“Tomorrow night. Same diner we first met. You know, when you passed out.”

“Can we at least be civil about this?” Rarity hissed through her teeth. She wanted to throw her phone against the wall.

“Whatever. Will you be there, or no?”

“Of course I will. Alone?”

“Naturally.”

“Tomorrow night, then.” Rarity’s lips drew upwards in a devious grin. “It’s a date.” She hit the end button and flipped her phone closed before leaving her apartment. Octavia beamed as Rarity slipped back into the car, but her smile wilted when she saw Rarity’s expression.

“Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes!” Rarity fought to bring the smile back to her face. Her heart was thundering a million miles an hour in her chest. “Everything’s fine.” She kissed Octavia’s cheek.

“Perfectly fine.”