Bathing

>Day RARITY in Equestria
>Sundays at Carousel Boutique are always rather quiet affairs;
>everyone who’d be buying an outfit is wearing it instead,
>and so you and your darling lover generally have the full day off,
>if you can get someone to look after Sweetie Belle, as today you have.
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>”Anonymous, you missed a spot behind my ear again,” Rarity plaintively whines;
>you roll your eyes and run your fingers through her indigo mane,
>as she lies atop you in the cloudy warm water of the bath.
>You’ve made a semi-daily ritual of bathing together, which, while not exactly efficient,
>has made your relationship that much sweeter.
>Well, that much more interesting, in any case.
“You just like it when I rub your ears.”
>”No I don’t… I-it’s a hard spot for a mare to reach, is all.”
>Yeah, right. Still, it’s not like you don’t enjoy obliging, even if you continue your teasing.
“You’re a unicorn. Imagine how much harder it’d be without levitation…”
>you say, while at that moment taking her dainty horn in your palm,
>stroking it lovingly while Rarity gasps and coos in delight.
>”Ah, stop… Anon, please…” you can feel a light magical tingling on your hand, and so you stop,
>grabbing her by the head and playfully messing her mulberry locks as you inhale the scent of her body.
>Turns out a wet pony doesn’t actually smell all that good,
>but she certainly feels good… you’ve got complete access to Rarity’s entire body,
>ostensibly to help wash her with your dexterous hands,
>but that’s really just a secondary concern for you.
>First things first, though.
”Rarity, grab the shampoo for me – “
>seconds later, a bottle the color of velvet is levitating in front of you,
>and you squirt out another dollop to work through her mane.
>She affectionately snuggles up against your chin as you take a thick section of hair between your fingertips,
>soaking it in fragrant lavender soap before moving on to another clump of mane.
>It is really quite fun, and the very best part has yet to begin.
>”Anonymous.”
“Yes, Rarity?”
>”…”
“…”
>”Don’t forget to rinse it thoroughly, you left it a little soapy the other day.”
>Irritated, you trace a finger up her horn –
>”Aaaah! S-stop it…”
“Say it.”
>”Sorry…”
“It’s not a good idea to be rude when I can touch every inch of  you, you know.”
>”Hmph.”
>Dropping the subject, you get back to work,
>and take care to rinse out her mane in the waters of the luxurious stone tub.
>Soaked as she is, she’s quite a looker, and the texture of her coat against your chest and legs is exquisite.
>You soon finish rinsing out the last of her mane.
“Finished, Rarity.”
>” Alright. Care to help me with my coat?”
“Of course, madame.”
>She rises to a sitting position, and you drape her flowing purple locks over her shoulders,
>granting a clear view of her back. Grabbing another handful of shampoo,
>you begin to work it through her coat, and silently bemoan the lack of body wash in Equestria.
>After all, you’re the only sentient being in the world with exposed skin.
>”Hm… a little lower.”
“It’s not a massage.”
>”Yes it is; I could’ve gotten perfectly clean just from soaking.”
“Then why not just soak?”
>”Because it’s a massage! You really are a little slow on the uptake sometimes, dear.”
>She’s going to pay for that.
>You pull her back down to your chest, take her cheek in your hand,
>and manage a quick, surreptitious kiss, before she breaks away.
>”Why, I never… if you don’t want to help, you are perfectly free to leave me be.”
“I never said that.”
>”You’re being petty.”
“Of course I am…”
>You reach your arms around in front of her, running your hands along her soft belly,
>and eliciting an audible gasp from the haughty unicorn.
“This is supposed to be fun, isn’t it?”
>She doesn’t respond, and you cease your teasing,
>focusing on washing and massaging Rarity’s upper and lower back.
>”Mmm… you’re quite good at this, you know.”
>This time, you don’t respond, instead pulling up directly behind her,
>head on her shoulder, and rubbing another handful of shampoo over her front.
>The rest of your time together passes without incident;
>mutually agreeing silence is the easiest option for the both of you,
>you wash your tender lover while she rewards you with her very presence.
>Luxuriating in the peace and quiet of your early-morning bath,
>fingers dancing across your lover’s silky, off-white hair,
>you would rather be nowhere else in the world.