Maximum Cheese - Rarity+Anon one-shot [✔]

>The night is in full-swing.
>Rarity, displaying her unmitigated grace in full force, is absolutely radiant on the dance floor.
>Step step twirl. Step step twirl. Twirl twirl step.
>You've already broke into sweat several bars ago trying to keep up with the pale-chalk fashionista.
>Who knew she had so much energy in her?

>Her tasteful, knee-length blue dress blooms out enticingly with each twirl, eliciting glances and amused smiles from others.
>Of the hungrier glances from other males, you pay no mind.
>You're too engrossed by the cobalt rose folding and unfolding before your eyes -- all too intoxicating, almost overriding the already-substantial buzz in your veins.
>A few more bars and a ridiculous creschendo later, the song reaches its climax.
>Rarity is intertwined in your arms, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
>Her arm sticks out in the air. A practiced dancer's punctual gesture of a finished performance.

>The air around you two erupts in applause.
>You can't quite tell whether they're for the band on-stage, or for Rarity's frighteningly professional performance.
>You resist the urge to bow.
>Rarity doesn't -- she bends her knees and ducks her head.
>She does something with her arms that makes the whole gesture appear dainty without appearing byzantine.
>Dear god, she's way too good at this.


>A few drumstick clacks from the stage, and the slow song begins.
>Rarity walks up to you. Close enough to merge her personal bubble with yours.
>She weaves her fingers inbetween yours, glowing with joy and excitement all the while.
>She's still breathing heavily, her breasts pressing against yours in steady rhythm.
>Her hair is out of place in clumps, portions of it damp with sweat.
>You don't mind that at all.

>The ballad gets a bit more intense.
>Bass starts moving a bit more and the piano gets more chord-y.
>You gingerly run your fingers through Rarity's bangs, getting a playful yelp out of her.
>>"Please, darling! This lady is perfectly capable of taking care of her own coiffure."
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to--"
>Rarity gently plants her finger on your lips.
>Her acacia perfume fills your head, rendering you mute.
>>"Hush, darling. You're ruining the moment."

>Mere days ago, you were biting your nails over this exact moment.
>Rarity, a popular girl with more admirers than Pinkie had friends, was stuttering and unsure of herself.
>Asking *you* out.
>Unbelievable.
>Hell, you are dancing to a slow song with her *right now* and it's still unbelievable.
>You pull her tighter around the waist, just to make sure she's real.
>She leans into you, purring.
>You stroke the nape of her neck, just to be REALLY sure.
>She sighs and buries her head in your chest.
>The ballad doesn't seem to stop either.
>The two of you sway back and forth, feeling each other's breath slowing steadily.

--

>Rarity gently feels her way up to your neck, hanging lightly on your shoulder with her slender fingers.
>She's still leaning into your chest.
>>"I'd be very upset indeed if I were to wake up now..."
"I'd be upset too if you were to wake up now."
>Rarity giggles, her lows resonating in your chest.

"I can't believe this is happening."
>>"Oh. Is that so, darling?"
>You fidget a little.
>You're having such a wonderful time with Rarity. Do you really have to ruin it by delving into the nitty-gritty details?
>Your mouth opens itself without permission.
"Well, it's just that it feels so sudden. I mean, we're good friends and all. But I was practically a nobody in high school, and you are a--"
>Rarity tenses up in your arms.
>You fucking idiot. Why did you have to open your cursed mouth?
>>"I... see. Still letting high school events get the best of you?"
>You try to think of ways to recover from this blunder.
"Well, it's not exactly that. It's just that you're so... high class."
>You goddamn idiot.

>Rarity falls silent. You can already feel the magic of the moment begin to dissipate.
>The cobalt rose begins to wither before you.
>She blurts out, still leaning her head against your chest.
>>"You think I'm somehow out of your league."
>That catches you by surprise.
"I--"

>To be fair, she's got you there.
>'The fashionista with a heart of gold,' she had been called in high school.
>She was generous with her time and friendship. If you asked, she'd make the time.
>Even for a nerdy nobody like yourself.
>She went on to become a celebrity -- the type only the important social circles are aware of.
>If you ever graced the high-profile awards ceremonies, you *knew* Rarity's name.
>Her initials were embossed discretely on every fashion item she created. Out of sight, but never out of mind.
>And to think that she'd even think of dating someone like you was a bit daunting at the very least.
>Nine-to-five, no social clout, decidedly in the beginning phases of a middle class single male.

>>"It's quite alright, I understand. If you feel uncomfortable about it, we'll remain friends."
>Her words come out rather cooly, probably less tactful than she intended.
>You desperately want to say something.
>Instead, your lips choose this moment to stay sealed shut.
>You continue your awkward slow dance in complete silence.

>>"...Actually it's not quite alright. At all."
"--wha--?"
>Rarity reaches up, turning your face towards hers.

>>"Are we not good friends, you and I?"
"Uh.. yeah."
>Say it gracefully, you oaf.
>>"For all the years we've known each other, how many times had I chosen friendship over fame and success?"
>That's an easy question.
"Quite a lot. You even postponed a job interview that one time, fixing up my sister's wedding dress. I still can't thank you enough for that, by the way."
>Rarity waves her hand dismissively.
>>"Bygones. And how many times have you helped *me* at your detriment? Why, you practically raised Sweetie Belle by yourself while I was busy trying to build up my career."
"Well, I can't take all the credit for babysitting. But yes, I suppose I helped plenty enough."

>Rarity glares into you with her sapphire-blue eyes, almost fictional in its intensity.
>>"You had a hand in building the woman I am today. So what makes you think I'm somehow superior to you?"
>Her glare wavers a little.
>>"H-how dare you sell yourself so short, even after all those things you've done for me?"

-

>'[kiss her, you blockhead!]'
>Between her acacia perfume and sapphire gaze, you find yourself unable to resist.
>So, you gently tug her chin up towards your face.
>Rarity's gaze darts between your eyes and your lips. Half surprised, half expecting.
>It's now or never.

>You lean in and she meets you half way, tiptoeing and tugging on your tie.
>Her lips lock with yours.
>Waves of exhilaration explode in your head, seeping their way down to your heart.
>You gently flick your tongue against her teeth.
>Rarity responds, intercepting your intrusion with a gentle lick. She's tasting you.
>God, she's good at this.

>Her arms slide their way up to your neck. She tugs gently at the hair on the back of your head.
>You respond with your hands behind her waist, pulling her in close.
>She inhales through her nose sharply. There's a soft, satisfied moan.
>Your knees grow weak.
>If you *had* to die now, you'd harbor no regrets.

>She breaks the kiss gasping for breath, hanging heavily on your neck.
>You readjust your stance and hold her up steady.
>>"I'm-- so sorry, darling. I lost myself for a second and... goodness gracious."

>She tiptoes again, planting a brief yet loving one on your lips.
>>"I didn't realize I've been longing for this moment for so long."

>As though on cue, the band hits the last note of the ballad.
>Muted applause echo out here and there, but you pay no mind at all.
>You're too engrossed by the cobat rose before you, blooming and gazing lovingly at you.
>All too intoxicating, and overriding whatever insecurities you may have had before tonight.

>>"It's been a marvelous night, darling. Thank you for letting me have this."
>She leans in as another ballad starts. It's a tad bit slower, but the motif is far sweeter than the last.
>>"And... thank you for letting me have you. You've given me so much for so long, and now--"
>You peck her on the nose, getting a playful yelp out of her.
"Hush, my love. You're ruining the moment."
>Rarity giggles.
>She sighs once more, leaning into your chest and swaying gently to the rhythm.