So lately I've become kind of obsessed with "My Little Pony". I absolutely adore Rarity, and this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a few days. Everyone is human in this fic because...well, it's just easier to write them that way. And there may be some sexual themes later. But I tried to stay as true to the characters as possible... Enjoy! Oh and yea, I don't own MLP, yadda yadda :)
"Oh, Rarity! It's absolutely perfect." Twilight Sparkle emerged from a dressing room, twirling and admiring her reflection in the various mirrors placed strategically around the Carousel Boutique.
Rarity stepped back and admired her work. The cocktail length gown was a deep purple, sculpted from a unique fabric that shimmered as it moved. The design was a classic one-shouldered look, with a subtle flare in the skirt. It clung lovingly to Twilight's curves, but still managed to be modest enough for the beautiful bookworm's tastes.
"I'm so happy you like it, Twi. I was worried about the neckline, but you wear the asymmetrical look beautifully. They won't be able to take their eyes off of you!" Rarity continued to chat as she fussed with the hemline. "What charity is this event for again?"
"We're raising money to send books to children in the poorer areas of the country and increase literacy among the poor. Can you believe that some of the high school graduates in certain areas can't read above a third grade level? It's absolutely criminal!"
Rarity couldn't help but grin at her friend's impassioned speech. "I think it's a wonderful cause, my dear. And I predict that everyone will be so hypnotized by you, that they'll just be handing you blank checks!" Rarity stood and hugged her closest friend. "Now, don't forget to be here by three tomorrow so we can get your hair and makeup done."
"Rarity, you're my hero. I don't know what I would have done without you." Twilight glanced at her watch and let out a short, distressed squeal. "Oh man, I'm so behind! I have to get going so I can finish up the rest of the preparations for tomorrow." Pausing to quickly hug Rarity again, she dashed back into the dressing room.
Just as Twilight pulled the curtain shut behind her, the front door of the Boutique chimed. Knowing Twilight would tidy up after herself, Rarity left to see to her next customer. Coming around the corner, she spotted him before he noticed she was there. Rarity felt her heart leap to her throat and the tug of desire in her belly. Tall and tan, with lean, sinewy muscles, Big Macintosh was relaxing against the front counter of her shop. Rarity froze and fleetingly entertained thoughts of hiding in her back room until he left. Get a hold of yourself, woman. He's just a man...you can handle men. Now, take a deep breath, put that dazzling smile on your face and go take care of your customer!
Doing exactly that, Rarity stepped forward, out of the shadows. "Good afternoon, Big Mac. To what do I owe the pleasure?" There. That wasn't so hard, you nitwit.
Big Mac turned and smiled his usual slow, sexy smile. Unbidden, the image came to Rarity's mind of that mouth pressed against hers in a slow, leisurely kiss. And then tracing her collarbone, down to her -
"Applejack sent me over with some stuff that needs mendin' up. Granny Smith's arthritis is actin' up again," he drawled, snapping her back to reality.
Grateful for the distraction from her wayward thoughts, Rarity reached out to accept the bag of clothes, but Big Mac moved the bag out of her grasp. "Bag's kinda heavy, Miss Rarity. Got somewhere I can put it for ya?"
Rarity blushed at his thoughtfulness. "Of course, thank you. You can follow me." Turning, she led the way to the back room.
Big Mac let out a small sigh of relief as he followed the shopkeeper down a short hallway. He'd managed to have a full conversation without stuttering once. It was a problem he'd had since childhood, and being around Rarity had always made it more pronounced. For him, today was a huge victory.
As he followed her to the back room, Mac allowed his eyes to travel down her form, mentally noting every detail he noticed. How her shoulders were so slight and her arms so delicate as they swung by her sides. How the thin material of her sundress moved with her hips as they swayed with her walk. How even her feet were nothing less than perfect, showcased in the strappy heels she'd chosen that day. For years he'd been catching glimpses of her either during her rare visits to see his sister at the farm, or his even rarer trips into town. He'd never had the opportunity to simply watch her this way, and he meant to make the best of it while it lasted.
"You can just put it down over there, thank you," Rarity instructed, pointing to a corner of the room by a large sewing machine. Big Mac silently complied, setting the bag down. Not yet ready to leave, he took his time looking around the large, open area, racking his brain for another topic of conversation. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a bucket on the floor half full of water. Following the dripping water, he noticed a crack in the ceiling.
"Miss Rarity, how long's your ceilin' been leakin like that?" he asked, pronouncing each word carefully and slowly.
Confused, Rarity followed his line of sight to the crack and sighed. "It's been like that for weeks now, and the landlord keeps putting me off! I've tried everything I can to get him out here to fix it and he always has an excuse!"
"Well, iffin you don't mind, I could fix it up for ya," Big Mac offered, careful not to betray how much he wanted her answer to be yes.
For her part, it took everything Rarity had not to jump for joy at his offer. Instead, she settled for smiling brilliantly as she gushed, "Oh, could you? That would be simply wonderful, Big Mac! I'd pay you, of course." When Big Mac shook his head in the negative, she persisted. I couldn't let you do all that work for nothing. You must let me pay you," she said firmly.
Big Mac pushed away the growing irritation. She certainly was a stubborn woman. Here he was, trying to do her a favor and she couldn't leave well enough alone. There was no way in tarnation he was taking her money, and he started to say so when he had an idea. "Well... Apple Bloom's birthday is coming up in a few weeks. Perhaps you could make her up a party dress or some such?"
Big Mac couldn't help but grin when her eyes lit up with pure delight. "Of course I can! Do you know what her favorite color is? Oh, never mind, I know just the thing! Do you want to send her over sometime this week, or would you rather it be a surprise?"
"Well, I reckon it would be nice if we could surprise the lil' gal."
"Certainly! I'll have Sweetie Bell come by one day this week, I believe they're about the same size." Rarity absentmindedly rested a hand on his chest as she assured him, "It will be perfect, I promise."
Big Mac froze at her touch. He stared down at the dainty hand resting against his flannel covered chest and imagined how it would feel stroking the skin beneath. So stunned was he by her touch that he forgot to breathe.
Suddenly realizing where her hand was, Rarity snatched it away as though she'd been burned. "I...well...is that all?" she stammered, blushing furiously.
Big Mac reminded himself to breathe. "Ee-yup. I'll – ah – c-c-come by t-t-t-omorrow, Miss R-r-r-arity," he stuttered, before turning and quickly fleeing the shop.
"Rarity, you're an absolute dunderhead," she chided herself, throwing herself onto the large couch. "Acting as though you'd never touched a man before. You'll be lucky if he does come back tomorrow...or if you ever see him in your shop again, for that matter!" Always the dramatic, she threw her arm over her face and simply lay there for awhile.
"Rarity, I – Rarity!" Twilight rushed over the couch, kneeling next to her friend. "Are you ok? What's wrong?" she asked, panic seeping into her voice.
Rarity didn't move from her pose on the couch. "Nothing darling. Nothing other than making an absolute fool out of myself in front of -" she stopped, realizing she was about to spill the beans about something she'd never told another living soul. Well, other than her cat, Opal.
Panic gave way to relief, which was quickly replaced by curiosity. "In front of who?" Twilight asked.
Rarity moved her arm just enough to study the woman who had become her closest, dearest friend. "You promise you won't tell anyone if I tell you?"
"Cross my heart," Twilight smiled. "I'm sure you'll feel better if you just tell someone."
Rarity sat up and Twilight joined her on the couch, wrapping a supportive arm around her shoulders. It was a long moment before Rarity spoke again. "When I was in school, there was this boy. He was two years ahead of me, and he was an absolute dream." Rarity sighed at the childhood memories. "Tall, tan, rugged, captain of the football team. But of course he never noticed me. I was just one of his little sister's friends. And we – his sister and I – were never even that close, so it wasn't like we saw a lot of each other. He's not even my type, Twilight. I prefer my men clean and rich, as you well know. I haven't a clue why I've never gotten past this obsession with Big Mac. It's rather -"
"Big Mac?" exclaimed Twilight. "As in, Apple Jack's older brother?" Twilight was staring at her, mouth agape in surprise.
Color flooded Rarity's cheeks as she shoved off the couch and began pacing the room. "This is why I've never told anyone! It's an absolutely ridiculous, childish crush that I should have gotten over a long time ago. I knew no one would understand."
"Rarity...I'm sorry." Twilight stood and embraced her frazzled friend. "I'm not making fun of you, I promise. It's just...what you said was right, he's not the type you usually go for. I mean, from a prince to Mr. Down-to-Earth himself? I was just surprised."
Rarity clung to Twilight as though she were drowning and Twilight was the only thing keeping her head above the water. "Thank you, Twilight. I knew I could count on you to be level-headed about this whole business. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when he comes back tomorrow."
"Why is he coming back?" Twilight asked, confused.
Rarity sighed and returned to the couch. "He offered to fix the crack in my ceiling," she replied, waving to the offending crevice.
"Rarity...don't take this the wrong way, but haven't you – ah – 'handled' men before this?"
"Of course I have, darling. But none of them have ever affected me the way Big Mac does. When he's around, my brain simply turns to mush and I can't think of a single thing to say to the man. Besides that, we have nothing in common. How does one have a conversation with someone when they have nothing in common?" she pouted.
Twilight smirked. "Well, we all seem to manage just fine," she replied, referring to the group of six friends who spent most of their free time together. "You and Apple Jack couldn't be more different, not to mention Rainbow Dash and Flutter Shy. And yet, we all get along find and never seem to run out things to talk about. Why don't you start with just asking him how things are down at the farm and see where it goes from there?"
"Well...I suppose you have a point. I'm sure I can find something for the two of us to discuss while he's here." Rarity smiled weakly at the thought.
Twilight laughed and pulled her friend up and into a hug. "Who would have thought that you'd ever be coming to me for advice on how to talk to a man?" The two women laughed together before Twilight remembered she had a million places to be and – finally – left the dress shop.
