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- > Your job at the boutique doesn't pay by the hour
- > Business rises and falls often enough that a salary is necessary to keep food consistently on the table
- > Fridays are a little odd
- > The day time is filled with mending and fitting and last minute purchases
- > After about 6 PM it goes dead
- > Rarity busies herself with the commission for next week, idly swapping around bolts of cloth
- > By seven you have already swept the floor, organized the bobbins, and generally done everything you possibly could
- > You stand in the middle of the sales floor, trying to remember any other little tasks you could do
- > Rarity looks up from her work
- > " Er, Anon, what are you still doing here? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be getting ready to go out with your friends?"
- > You give her a rueful smile
- "That sounds like a fine way to pass the time, but I lack the prerequisites. Until then, hanging out in here is enough for me."
- > You decide to just lie down on the floor, and stifle a moan as your back straightens out
- > You hear the rustle of cloth and some muffled hoofsteps
- > "Are you comfortable like that?"
- > You him in affirmative, your eyes closed in contentment
- "Very."
- > After a series of scuffs and shuffles, you hear her let out a feminine sigh
- > You turn your head to see the fashion horse prone on her back, hooves stretched above her head
- > "Anonymous, darling, you never told me this was so decadent!"
- "Glad you like it."
- > You yawn and settle your back for fully onto the floor
- > This is nice
- > Your eyelids start to droop
- > "Anonymous, I find myself quite unwilling to move. Be a dear and hang up the closed sign, would you?"
- > With a grunt you get to your feet and stagger to do her bidding
- > After you lock the door, you lie down next to her again
- > That little bout of physical activity finished what had been started
- > Your eyes close as your breathing deepens
- > The morning sun percolates through the drapes, lightly warming your face
- > You open your eyes groggily, idly sensing something odd
- > Memories return as you recognize the ceiling of your workplace
- > The next thing to register is a warm, supple weight on your chest
- > You look down upon the sleeping face of Rarity, cushioned on your pectoral
- > Too cute
- > You raise a hand slowly, and lightly stroke her mane
- > So silky
- > She stirs, and you let your hand drop back to your side
- > You could watch those sleep-addled eyes forever
- > All at once she springs up off of you and takes a few steps away
- > She clears her throat awkwardly, a blush upon her cheeks, and for some reason she's having a hard time meeting your gaze
- > "Good, ah, morning, yes. Good morning Anonymous. I trust that you slept well?"
- > Her pupils shrink as she realizes what she said
- "Very well indeed, thank you."
- > Rarity dashes off into her bedroom, her face getting redder by the second
- > You rise slowly, stretching and smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes
- > You amble on over to the kitchen and set about making pancakes
- > Some time later, Rarity emerges and pokes her head into the kitchen
- > "Pancakes, Anonymous? How delightfully domestic, I had no idea you could cook."
- > You shrug
- "Given that my digestive system is a bit different than most ponies, I sorta have to."
- > You pull out the platter of pancakes from the oven and set it on the table
- > It is soon joined by butter and syrup and table settings
- > Rarity is still having a hard time making eye contact, and breakfast passes in an awkward silence
- > She ends up floating the dishes to the sink
- > "It's the least I could do, darling."
- > She keeps glancing at you, to which you can only raise an inquisitive eyebrow
- > The last dish done, she finally faces you head on
- > "So who is helping you, Anonymous?"
- > A little puzzled at her question, you reply,
- "You are?"
- > Rarity shakes her head
- > "You are far too charming for me to believe you haven't been coached upon winning my affections."
- > You sit down heavily
- "You think I'm charming?"
- > You feel your face heat up
- > Her eyes widen, and a blush rises to her cheeks as well
- > Just then the doorbell rings
- > After an awkward pause, both of you get up to answer the door
- > A flustered glance later, you stay back and let her see who it is
- > Fluttershy, apparently
- > You hear her mumble something about a spa, and Rarity gives you an apologetic look
- > "Mind the store while we're gone, won't you?"
- > You sketch a bow
- "As you wish, Rarity."
- > She smiles a little at that, and leaves with her friend
- > As silence settles in the store, you know one thing
- > Next Friday evening will be a bit more interesting
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