MLP EQUESTRIA GIRLS X RWBY: Locked Frequencies

The drive to Rarity’s home had been a whirlwind of frantic fashion critiques and hushed explanations. By the time they reached the elegant, impeccably decorated house, Rarity felt as though she were vibrating with a mixture of nervous energy and the lingering static of the portal.

​"Welcome to my humble abode, darling," Rarity said, gesturing with a flourish as she led Weiss into her master suite. The room was a sanctuary of lavender silks, plush carpets, and the faint, expensive scent of jasmine.

​Weiss stood near the center of the room, looking strikingly out of place in her tattered, dust-stained combat gear. Her silver hair was disheveled, and she kept glancing at the door, clearly mindful of the invisible tether that kept her bound to the fashionista. "It’s... very refined, Rarity. Much more so than the barracks at Atlas."

​Rarity turned, her eyes softening. "And you look like you’ve been through a literal war zone. Which, I suppose, you have." She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from the jagged tear in Weiss's sleeve. "Between the portal, the crash, and that dreadful humidity in the lab, I feel positively grimy. I simply must have a shower before I collapse. It’s a matter of spiritual health."

​Weiss blinked, her pale face suddenly flushing. "A shower? Now? But... Twilight said ten yards. I can’t exactly stand in the hallway while you..."

​"Oh, don't be silly," Rarity chirped, gliding toward the expansive, marble-tiled bathroom that joined the bedroom. "The bathroom is quite spacious. There’s a vanity, a chaise lounge... plenty of room for you to sit comfortably without breaking any inter-dimensional laws."

​As they entered the bathroom, Weiss’s eyes widened. It was more of a private spa than a bathroom, featuring a massive glass-enclosed walk-in shower with multiple gold-plated showerheads. Rarity immediately began to hum, reaching behind her back to start unzipping her stylish, form-fitting dress.

​Weiss’s breath caught in her throat. She spun around on her heel, her face turning a vivid shade of crimson. "Rarity! What are you doing?"

​"Undressing, dear. It’s a prerequisite for bathing," Rarity replied, her voice calm and amused as the fabric of her dress pooled on the floor.

​"But—I'm standing right here!" Weiss stammered, her eyes locked firmly on a stack of embroidered towels. "I should turn my head. I am turning my head. This is... highly improper by Atlas standards."

​Rarity let out a melodious little laugh. She stepped out of her undergarments, completely unbothered, and wrapped herself in a sheer, silk robe—though it didn't hide much. She walked over to Weiss, placing a gentle hand on the girl’s trembling shoulder.

​"Weiss, darling, look at me," Rarity said softly.

​Weiss hesitated, then slowly turned her head, her eyes wide and darting everywhere but at Rarity’s face.

​"There is no need for such modesty between us," Rarity said, her voice dropping to a silky, comforting register. "We’ve been bonded by a cosmic accident. If Twilight can't fix this immediately—and she is brilliant, but these things take time—we are going to have to get very comfortable with one another. Besides, I've spent my life fitting garments to the human form. I assure you, I am quite a professional."

​Weiss swallowed hard, her gaze finally meeting Rarity’s. The heat in the room seemed to rise, but it wasn't the steam from the shower Rarity had just turned on. It was that slow, rhythmic pulse of the tether.

​"It’s just... different," Weiss whispered. "In my world, everything is so... cold. So structured."

​"Then let this be your first lesson in Canterlot hospitality," Rarity smiled, stepping toward the steaming glass door. She paused, her hand on the handle, and looked back over her shoulder with a playful, inviting glint in her eyes. "In fact... you look quite exhausted, Weiss. And that "functional armor" must be dreadfully stiff. Why don't you join me? The hot water is divine, and it will do wonders for that tension in your shoulders."

​Weiss froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Join you? In the... together?"

​"Why not?" Rarity tilted her head. "We have to stay within ten yards anyway. Wouldn't it be much more pleasant to spend those ten yards enveloped in warm water and expensive soap rather than sitting on a cold bench?"

​Rarity let the silk robe slide off her shoulders, letting it hit the floor as she stepped into the steam. Through the frosted glass, her silhouette was a soft, enticing blur. "Come now, Weiss. I promise I won't bite... unless you ask nicely."

​Weiss stood in the middle of the marble floor, her hands shaking as she started taking off her "functional armor". The heat from the shower was beckoning, but the heat radiating from Rarity was a siren song she wasn't sure she could resist.

​"I... I suppose it would be... more efficient," Weiss managed to say, her voice barely a whisper as she began to peeled her armor.

The steam was a thick, fragrant veil as Weiss pushed open the heavy glass door. She stepped into the oversized stall, her bare feet pressing against the warm marble, feeling more exposed than she had ever been in her life.

​She kept her gaze low at first, her breath slow as she looked at Rarity. She started at the fashionista’s feet, watching the soap suds swirl around Rarity’s delicate, painted toes. Her eyes traveled up Rarity’s long, white legs—legs that seemed to go on forever, smooth and shimmering under the spray of the water.

​As Weiss’s gaze moved higher, she noticed the elegant curve of Rarity’s hips and the neat, perfectly groomed landing strip of dark purple hair between her thighs, dripping with water. Her eyes continued their ascent, taking in the slender waist and the soft, rounded swell of Rarity’s breasts. They were a modest, beautiful size, topped with dark, purple-colored nipples, that matched her hair, were taut from the heat.

​Finally, Weiss met Rarity’s face. Rarity was leaning back into the spray, her signature purple hair soaked and clinging to her shoulders like dark silk. She looked radiant, the water making her skin glow like fine porcelain.

​"There now," Rarity purred, her eyes fluttering open. "That wasn't so frightening, was it?"

​Rarity didn't turn away. Instead, she took the opportunity to admire Weiss with the practiced, appreciative eye of an artist. She started at Weiss’s feet and moved upward, noting the lean, athletic build of the Huntress. Weiss was lithe and toned, her skin a pale, moonlight white that contrasted beautifully with the faint, faded scars of her training.

​Rarity’s gaze lingered on Weiss’s firm, flat stomach and the petite, athletic curve of her breasts—smaller than Rarity’s, but perfectly proportioned to her frame. Weiss's own grooming as precise and sharp as her personality.

​"You are absolutely breathtaking, darling," Rarity whispered, stepping closer until the spray of the water was hitting both of them, the heat of the shower mingling with the magnetic pull of the tether. "Like a statue carved from the finest marble. But far, far warmer."

​Weiss’s back hit the tiled wall as Rarity moved into her space. The water was drumming against the floor.

​"Rarity, I..." Weiss started, but her voice failed her as Rarity reached out, her wet palm sliding slowly up Weiss’s arm, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her inner elbow.

​"Shh," Rarity murmured, her violet eyes dark with a sudden, heavy longing. "No talk of portals. No talk of science. Just the water... and us. You’re so tense, Weiss. Let me help you relax. You've carried the weight of your world for so long... let me carry it for a while."

​Rarity picked up a sponge, thick with a rich, floral-scented lather, and took another step forward until their wet skin was almost touching.

The steam in the enclosure had become a thick, white curtain, turning the world into nothing but the sound of drumming water and the heavy scent of jasmine and expensive soap. Rarity reached out, her fingers lacing with Weiss’s as she gently pulled the smaller girl directly under the central showerhead.

​As the hot water hit Weiss’s shoulders, a visible shiver ran through her, not of cold, but of sheer, unadulterated relief. Her head fell back, her silver hair plastering against the tiles, and for the first time since she’d crashed into this world, the rigid tension in her spine snapped.

​"There," Rarity whispered, her voice a low purr against the roar of the water. "The weight of the world is washing away, isn't it?"

​"It’s... it’s so hot," Weiss managed to breathe, her eyes fluttering shut. "We don't have... the water in Atlas is always so recycled, so clinical. This feels like... life."

​"Then let me take care of the rest, darling." Rarity sank slowly to her knees on the marble floor.

​Weiss let out a soft gasp as she felt the plush, soapy sponge press against her ankle. Rarity began to work in slow, circular motions, her eyes fixed on the task with a focus that was both professional and deeply intimate. She moved up Weiss’s calves and over her knees, the rich, white lather coating Weiss’s moonlight skin.

​"Your legs are so strong," Rarity murmured, her hands following the sponge to massage the hard muscle of Weiss's thighs. "All that running and fighting... you must be exhausted."

​​Rarity didn't stop. She moved the sponge higher, reaching between Weiss's thighs. Weiss’s breath slowed, her hands reaching out to grip Rarity’s shoulders for balance as the soapy foam was worked gently into the soft, sensitive hair between her legs. Rarity’s touch was thorough and deliberate, her gaze never leaving Weiss’s face as she watched the Huntress’s expression shift from shock to a dazed, heavy pleasure.

​"Rarity... I—" Weiss started, her voice breaking.

"Hush, dear. I’m just making sure you’re pristine," Rarity replied softly. She reached around, the sponge gliding over the firm, pale curves of Weiss’s backside, cleaning her with a meticulousness that made Weiss’s toes curl against the marble.

​Rarity rose slowly, the sponge trailing up Weiss’s flat, toned stomach and circling around her navel. She moved to the back, scrubbing the tension out of the muscles along Weiss’s spine before bringing the sponge around to the front again.

​As the lather covered Weiss’s breasts, Rarity’s fingers lingered, her thumb grazing one taut, pale nipple through the bubbles. Weiss let out a sharp, choked sound, her fingers digging into Rarity’s damp shoulders.

​"You’re so beautiful, Weiss," Rarity whispered, dropping the sponge to use her bare, soapy hands. She massaged the lather over Weiss's shoulders and neck, finally cupping Weiss’s delicate face. She used her thumbs to wipe away the stray droplets of water from Weiss’s cheeks, her touch as light as air. "Look at you. No armor, no family name to uphold. Just you."

​Weiss opened her eyes, her gaze searching Rarity’s. The magnetic tether between them was screaming now, a physical pulse that vibrated in time with the water hitting the floor.

​"I've never... felt like this," Weiss whispered, her hands sliding up Rarity’s wet arms. "I feel like I'm melting into you."

​"That’s the best way to be, darling," Rarity replied, leaning in until their foreheads rested against each other, their wet, soapy bodies finally pressing together from chest to chest.

The water splashing against the marble floor was the only sound in the room, but the air inside the shower stall felt thick enough to ignite. Rarity didn’t pull away after washing Weiss’s face; instead, she stepped into Weiss’s personal space, her wet, soapy skin slick against the smaller girl’s body.

​With a sudden, uncharacteristic surge of dominance, Rarity pressed her palms against Weiss’s shoulders and pinned her back against the cool, tiled wall. The contrast of the cold tile on Weiss’s back and the searing heat of Rarity’s body on her front made Weiss’s head spin.

​Before Weiss could even gasp, Rarity leaned in, capturing Weiss’s lips in a kiss that was anything but delicate. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with the pent-up tension of the entire evening. Weiss’s eyes flew open in shock, but within seconds, they fluttered shut as she leaned into the sensation. Her mouth opened, and their tongues met, clashing and dancing in a rhythmic struggle for dominance that mirrored the humming tether between them.

​Rarity’s hand drifted from Weiss’s face, tracing the elegant line of her neck before sliding down over her shoulder. Her fingers trailed a path of fire down Weiss’s arm to her hip, pulling her closer, before sweeping back up over the toned curve of her stomach. Finally, Rarity’s hand found Weiss’s breast. She squeezed the firm, pale mound, her thumb and forefinger finding the taut, rose colored nipple and rolling it firmly.

​Weiss let out a muffled moan into the kiss, her hands lacing into Rarity’s wet, violet hair to hold her there. The hot water continued to cascade over them, rinsing away the last of the white lather, leaving nothing but bare, glowing skin and the raw friction of their bodies.

​Weiss pulled back just an inch, her breath coming in ragged and shallow. Her eyes were hazy with a dazed, overwhelming need.

​"I... I don't know what's happening to me," Weiss rasped, her voice cracking as Rarity shifted her attention to the sensitive skin of Weiss’s neck. "This world... the air... everything feels like it’s pushing me toward you. I’ve always had to be the one in control, Rarity. The heiress, the Huntress... but right now..."

​She gripped Rarity’s waist, pulling her flush against her. "I can't fight it. I don't want to fight it. Please... just use me however you see fit. I'm yours for as long as we're stuck like this."

​Rarity looked up, her eyes dark and triumphant, a small smile on her lips. "A wise decision, darling. In this world, I am the expert on beauty and pleasure. And I promise you... you are going to be pleasured."

​Rarity leaned back in, her hand sliding down between Weiss’s thighs again, but this time with a far more singular purpose.

Rarity’s hand, slick with water and the natural heat of their bodies, slid down Weiss’s stomach until her palm cupped the soft, silver-white hair between the Huntress’s legs.

​Weiss’s head thudded back against the tiles with a sharp gasp as Rarity’s fingers found the swollen, sensitive nub of her clit. Rarity began to move in small, agonizingly slow circles, watching Weiss’s face through the spray of the water. Then, with a confident, fluid motion, Rarity slid her two fingers deep into the tight, soaking warmth of Weiss’s pussy.

​"Oh, gods..." Weiss choked out, her legs threatening to give way.

​Rarity didn't let up. She positioned her hand firmly, her thumb maintaining a rhythmic, grinding pressure on the clit while her fingers curled inside Weiss, mimicking a "bowling ball" type of grip that allowed her to pull Weiss’s hips closer to her. Rarity leaned her weight into her, their bodies slick and sliding against each other from their chest to their thighs as they resumed their feverish make-out. The kiss was messy, filled with the taste of shower water and raw, desperate hunger.

​Suddenly, Rarity pulled away, trailing her lips down the column of Weiss’s neck. She left a path of stinging, hot kisses over Weiss's collarbone and down to her breasts, stopping to swirl her tongue around one aching nipple before moving lower. She kissed her way down the center of Weiss’s toned stomach, lingering at the navel, until she finally sank to her knees on the wet marble floor.

​Weiss was trembling now, her hands braced against the shower walls to keep herself upright. She looked down, her eyes wide and hazy, to see Rarity kneeling before her.

​The fashionista reached out, her hands gripping Weiss’s thighs and spreading them wide. Rarity leaned in, her face just inches away from the dripping, pink folds of Weiss’s pussy. She stared directly at the wet, pulsing heart of the girl from Remnant, her eyes with an intense, aesthetic appreciation.

​"Rarity... please," Weiss whimpered, her hips twitching instinctively toward Rarity’s face.

​"Stay still, darling," Rarity murmured, her breath hot against Weiss’s sensitive skin. "I told you I was going to take care of you. And I haven't even gotten to the best part."

​Rarity leaned forward, the tip of her tongue flicking out to taste the slick, sweet essence of Weiss’s arousal.

Rarity leaned back for just a heartbeat, her lips glistening and her eyes with satisfaction. She looked up at Weiss, whose face was a mask of sheer, shattered composure.

​"Simply exquisite, darling," Rarity breathed, her voice a low, sultry vibration. "You taste like mountain air and pure, crystalline honey. I think I could stay right here all night."

​Before Weiss could even manage a coherent reply, Rarity dove back in with a predatory focus. She pressed her lips directly over Weiss’s swollen clit, taking the sensitive nub into her mouth and beginning to suck with a rhythmic, pulsing intensity. At the same time, Rarity reached her hand back around, angling her wrist to drive three fingers deep into Weiss’s soaking wet pussy.

​The combination was devastating. Weiss’s hands scrambled against the wet tiles, her fingernails screeching against the grout as Rarity began to finger fuck her with a relentless, pace. The friction of the suction above and the deep, rhythmic intrusion below created a circuit of pleasure that Weiss’s repressed Atlas upbringing had never prepared her for.

​"Rarity! Oh, gods, Rarity—please!" Weiss shrieked, her voice echoing off the marble walls and drowning out the sound of the spray.

​The build-up was instantaneous. The "fever" from the portal and the weeks of built-up tension in her body collided into a singular, blinding point. Weiss’s back arched so hard her spine nearly left the wall, her toes curling as a massive, violent orgasm tore through her. She screamed, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as she bucked against Rarity’s face, her fluids drenching Rarity’s mouth and hand.

​"Stop! Stop, I—too much!" Weiss gasped, her hands falling to Rarity’s head to gently pull her away. The sensitivity was so sharp it felt like a physical sting, her nerves completely fried by the intensity of the release.

​Rarity relented, slowly pulling her mouth away and sinking back onto her heels. She looked up, completely unbothered by the water cascading over her, a triumphant, sultry smile on her face. Weiss looked down, her chest heaving, her legs still trembling like jelly.

​She watched, mesmerized and completely undone, as Rarity slowly withdrew her fingers from Weiss’s twitching pussy. They were coated in a thick, creaminess—the physical evidence of Weiss’s total surrender. Rarity didn't waste a drop; she brought her hand to her lips, slowly and deliberately licking her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving Weiss’s.

​"Delicious," Rarity purred, standing up and reaching for the shower handle to finally turn off the water. "Now, I believe we should get you dried off and into some silk pajamas."

The silence following the shut-off of the water was heavy, broken only by the drip-drop of the showerhead and the ragged, uneven breaths of the two girls. Weiss leaned against the marble wall, her legs still feeling like they were made of liquid. She looked at Rarity—perfect, poised, and currently tasting the remnants of Weiss’s pleasure. And felt a wave of confused guilt wash over her.

​"Rarity," Weiss whispered, her voice still trembling. "I... I’m completely... but what about you? Don’t you want... I mean, I shouldn't be the only one who feels this way."

​Rarity reached for two thick, lavender-scented towels, stepping out of the stall and handing one to Weiss with a graceful smile. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about me, darling," she said, beginning to pat herself dry with practiced elegance. "You are a guest in my world, and quite frankly, a guest in my heart for the evening. It is my absolute pleasure to ensure you are well-attended to. Seeing that rigid composure of yours shatter into a thousand glittering pieces was quite enough for me... for now."

​Weiss accepted the towel, rubbing it over her pale skin, her eyes lingering on the curve of Rarity’s back. "That's not fair," Weiss muttered, her Atlas pride flickering back to life. "In my world, we believe in... in an equal exchange of energy."

​Rarity just chuckled, dropping her towel into the hamper as they walked, completely bare and glistening, into the sprawling bedroom. 

Then as they reached the edge of the massive, silk-covered king-sized bed, Weiss made a decision for Rarity, with a sudden, surprising burst of speed, she caught Rarity’s wrists and gave a firm, authoritative shove. Rarity let out a tiny, delighted "Oh!" as she tumbled backward onto the plush duvet, her purple hair fanning out like a halo.

​Weiss climbed onto the bed, crawling over Rarity. "You said I was the guest," Weiss rasped, her eyes burning with a new, focused intensity. "And it would please this guest immensely to see if that 'Canterlot hospitality' tastes as good as you said I did."

​Rarity’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as Weiss’s face descended. "Weiss! Such forwardness! I—"

​"Hush, Rarity," Weiss mimicked Rarity’s own earlier tone, her hands gripping Rarity’s thighs and spreading them wide. "You’ve spent the last few moments pampering and pleasing me. Now it’s my turn to see what’s underneath all that poise."

​Weiss didn't wait for a rebuttal. She dove forward, burying her face in the soft, dark curls between Rarity’s legs. The scent was intoxicating. A mix of the floral soap and a deep, musky heat that was uniquely Rarity.

​"Oh! Oh, my..." Rarity gasped, her back arching off the silk sheets as Weiss’s tongue found its mark with the precision of a practiced duelist. Rarity’s hands flew to the headboard, her fingers gripping the ornate wood as she let out a long, melodic moan. "Perhaps... perhaps an equal exchange is the most fashionable way to proceed, darling!"

​"You talk too much," Weiss mumbled against Rarity’s skin, her flicking tongue sending Rarity into a fit of shivers.

​"Then... by all means... make me stop!" Rarity cried out, her hips bucking upward as Weiss began to show her exactly how much a girl from Atlas could do.

Weiss paused for a heartbeat, lifting her head just enough to look Rarity in the eye. She swept a damp lock of silver hair behind her ear, her lips glistening.

​"Oh, I’m going to make you stop talking, Rarity," Weiss rasped, her voice dropping into a low, authoritative command that sent a fresh bolt of heat through the tether. "By the time I’m finished with you, you won't have any words left—nothing but moans and the sound of your own pleasure. I’m going to take every bit of that poise you’re so proud of and melt it right into these sheets."

​Rarity’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the silk duvet. "Weiss, I—"

​"I said no more talking," Weiss whispered.

​She moved with the precision of a fencer. She hooked her left arm around Rarity’s thigh. With her right hand, she reached underneath Rarity’s backside, her fingers sliding over the smooth, curves until she found Rarity’s tight, puckered little asshole.

​As Weiss began to rub in firm, deliberate circles against the sensitive opening, Rarity let out a sharp, choked cry. The sensation was overwhelming; Rarity’s pussy responded instantly, becoming so drenched that her slick, floral-scented wetness began to drip downward, trailing through the crack of her ass and providing a perfect, natural lubricant.

​Seeing the opening, Weiss didn't hesitate. She slid a finger deep into Rarity’s tight asshole, then a second finger, beginning a rhythmic pace that matched the wild beating of their shared tether.

​At the same moment, Weiss dived back down. She didn't just lick; she took Rarity’s engorged clit between her lips and began to suck with an aggressive, relentless force.

​"Mmmph—! Weiss!" Rarity shrieked, her head slamming back against the pillows. Her body bucked, her spine arching so high that only her heels and shoulders touched the bed. "Oh, heavens... I can't... please!"

​"Don't you dare stop," Weiss mumbled against her skin, her tongue flicking with lightning speed while her fingers continued to stretch and drive into Rarity’s backside. "I want to hear your orgasm."

​Rarity was completely undone. The dual stimulation—the deep, stretching intrusion from behind and the localized, searing heat on her clit, was too much for even the most composed girl in Canterlot to handle. Her world narrowed down to the feeling of Weiss’s mouth and hands.

​"I’m... I’m going to—!" Rarity’s voice broke into a high, melodic wail as a massive, intense orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy creaming itself violently, her internal muscles clenching down hard on Weiss’s fingers as she shook with a release that felt like it was tearing her soul right out of her chest.

​She collapsed back into the pillows, her chest heaving, her eyes rolled back in her head. For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the ragged gasping of two girls who had just discovered that their worlds were much more compatible than they ever could have dreamed.

​Weiss finally pulled away, panting, a triumphant smirk on her face. "Well, Rarity? Any more fashion advice for the evening?"

​Rarity could only let out a weak, shaky moan, her hand flopping uselessly over her eyes. "...Simply... divine," she managed to whisper.

Weiss climbed up from between Rarity’s legs, her silver hair a wild, beautiful mess. She sat back on her heels, watching the rise and fall of Rarity’s chest as the fashionista slowly drifted back down to earth. A playful, triumphant giggle escaped Weiss’s lips—a sound that was rarely heard in the cold of Atlas.

​Rarity let out a long, shaky sigh, her eyes finally fluttering open. She looked up at Weiss and reached out a weak hand to playfully swat at the girl's knee. "You... you absolute little minx," Rarity panted, a dazed smile spreading across her face. "Whatever happened to the poised, proper heiress I met at the school? I think you’ve been hiding a very wicked streak, Weiss Schnee."

​"I told you," Weiss teased, leaning down to give Rarity’s nose a tiny, affectionate peck. "Equal exchange of energy. I’d say we’re more than even now."

​Rarity chuckled, though she was still trembling slightly. She sat up slowly, her purple hair cascading over her bare shoulders like a silken cloak. She looked down at Weiss’s hands, then back up with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. "Well, darling, as much as I enjoyed every second of that... 'extracurricular' activity, I think we should head over to the vanity. We simply must wash those hands of yours after the rather thorough finger-fucking you just gave my backside. A lady must maintain some standards, after all."

​Weiss laughed, her face flushing again, but she took Rarity’s hand. They stood up together, their naked bodies brushing against one another as they walked to the elegant, marble-topped vanity.

​At the sink, Rarity pumped some rose-scented soap into Weiss’s palms. They stood close, the tether humming contently between them, as they washed their hands together under the warm water. When they were finished, they didn't immediately go for the robes Rarity had laid out. Instead, they stood in front of the tall vanity mirror, two pale, beautiful silhouettes illuminated by the soft glow of the room's lamps.

​Weiss stepped behind Rarity, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on Rarity’s shoulder. They looked at their reflection—a Huntress and a Fashionista, worlds apart but perfectly intertwined. Rarity tilted her head back, her eyes closing as Weiss pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the curve of her neck.

​"Rarity?" Weiss whispered against her skin.

​"Yes, darling?"

​"Let's not even bother getting dressed," Weiss murmured, her grip tightening slightly around Rarity’s middle. "I don't want anything between us. Not silk, not lace. I just want to hold you like this all night."

​Rarity turned in Weiss’s arms, her hands coming up to cup the Huntress’s face. She kissed Weiss softly—not with the hunger of the shower, but with a deep, newfound tenderness. "I think that is the most fashionable idea you’ve had all evening, Weiss."

​Hand in hand, they walked back to the massive bed, slipping under the silk sheets. As they tangled their legs together in the dark, the "fever" from the portal finally settled into a warm, comforting glow.