After dragging yourself out of bed just twenty minutes ago, half-sleeping through a quick shower, and yawning the entire time you got dressed, you are in no mood to be a morning person right now. Even with the smell of a fresh pot of coffee brewing and a breakfast in the kitchen, you'd rather be asleep.

Of course, Rarity's already up and about, half-way through her morning ritual. She's not quite 'perky' yet, but she's obviously better off than you are right now. You yawn and stretch as you approach the kitchen, where you find her wrapped in her favorite robe.

"Morning, hon." You walk over and plant a kiss on Rarity's forehead, stepping over to glance at the bagels. Your stomach reminds you that you haven't eaten since early last night.

"Good morning, darling," she replies with a light smile. "How are you feeling this fine day?"

"Tired," you admit, "but I'll manage."

"I know the feeling. I swear, these curls just won't stay in place no matter what I do." She taps a hoof on the ground. "Do be a dear and come here, won't you?" You happily oblige, letting Rarity stand on her hind legs and throw her forelegs around your neck. "Thank you," she laughs quietly. "Now, what kind of 'good morning' kiss was that, exactly? You can do better."

"If you insist," you playfully answer, brushing a length of hair from her face. She smiles warmly and pulls you into her, passionately kissing you as she lets a quiet moan of satisfaction slip. Behind you, the sound of the bagels popping up perks her ears. "I think...they might...be done..." she says between affectionate kisses.

Funnily enough, you really couldn't care less about a bagel right now. Or being tired. In fact, you feel strangely awake. Just to prove your point, you lift her up onto the counter, smiling as she lets out a surprised yelp.

"We can always reheat 'em."

"Oh, my," she says wryly, biting her lip. "Someone is a little hot right now, and I don't believe it's the bagels."

"Oooh, baby, the way you say 'bagels' just does it for me," you laugh, running a hand down her chest. She giggles behind a foreleg and scoots closer in to you.

"I suppose I do have a way with words, don't I?" A hind leg teases over your jeans. "You know what? I think you're right. We can always reheat those silly things later."

"I'm glad you agree." You look down and see her lifting your shirt up. "You keep this up, baby, and you're gonna turn me into a morning person after all."

She laughs, slowly running a hoof over your chest. "I shall consider that a challenge, darling." You press yourself into her, kissing her neck and shoulder as you bend her back to lay flat. She shudders at your touch, letting out a quiet moan. "Let's not...mmm...waste any time, my love." She motions to your belt; you happily oblige and unbuckle it, eager to--

knock, knock

The sound catches your attention, much as you'd rather it didn't. "I thought you don't open the Boutique until nine," you ask, confused and annoyed at the interruption.

"I don't. Whoever it is, they can wait until normal business hours," Rarity answers, equally annoyed. "Really, of all the times..." Another knock. "I'm sorry, we're not open!" Rarity yells out. She waits a few seconds and, satisfied with the ensuing silence, aggressively pulls you back down. "Now, where were we?"

With a flash of magical energy your pants are suddenly around your knees, much to your relief. "We should do this more often," she giggles. "Forgive me for such base language, darling, but do be a dear and fu--"

knock, knock

"Oh for fuck's sake!" you complain. "Isn't anyone capable of basic reading? The sign's right there!" You grumble and pull your jeans back up, struggling to tuck your enthusiasm back into your pants. "God damnit. Fine." Rarity looks at you with disappointment. "Sorry, hon. Hold that thought." You finish buckling your belt as you approach the door. "This better be really damn important..."

You throw the door open, not sure who you're expecting to find, but sure you're going to chew them out all the same.

"Look, we don't--"

""Good morniiiiing!" The perky, cheerful voice catches you by surprise. It takes a second to process who you're seeing -- pink coat, two-tone pink mane and tail, and shiny, pink braces. The trio of flowers on her flank can only belong to one pony.

"Oh...hey, Blossom. Uh, sorry, I wasn't expecting you." Well, that explains the enthusiastic knocking. "What's up?"

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, okay, okay," she exclaims while prancing in place, "I am here...for my very first day of work! Well, not my first, of course, because I've worked at Elegant Expectations, but my first day at the Boutique!"

"You are, huh?" You don't remember Rarity mentioning anything about Blossom starting today. "Well, you know Rarity doesn't usually open the Boutique until nine o'clock, so that makes you about, oh...an hour early?"

"Oh I know, but I was just so excited," she joyfully announces in her braces-induced lisp, "that I just had to show up early! So...yeah! I'm ready!" You're pretty sure you feel your eye twitch at her enthusiasm.

"Uh, alright, then. Let me ask her what she wants to do. Just wait right here."

"Oookey dokey!"

You shut the door behind you, waiting until it's closed to cover your face with your hand. "You have got to be shitting me." You trudge back to the kitchen, where Rarity is still on the counter top, sitting on the edge and chewing on a bagel. She looks at you as you come back, quickly hiding her breakfast behind the sink with a quick burst of magic. You arch an eyebrow at her.

"Wha?" she says with a mouthful. "I was hungry."

"Uh-huh," you deadpan. "Guess who decided to show up an hour early to her first day."

"Morning Blossom is here already? Oh, dear. I appreciate her enthusiasm, but really, it's a bit too early."

"I didn't know she was starting today. Recent change?"

"Somewhat, yes. My apologies, it must have slipped my mind."

"Well whatever the case, she's standing outside and practically ready to explode with joy. What do you want me to tell her?"

"Hmm," she taps her chin, "well, I suppose she's just going to have to come back in an hour. The Boutique is nowhere near ready at the moment. Nevermind our...preoccupation, as it were."

"Fine by me," you shrug, returning to the entrance way. You can faintly hear the familiar chiming of magic behind you. Blossom is still standing right where you left her, her smile no less enthused.

"Sooooo?"

"So. Rarity says she appreciates your enthusiasm, and she definitely looks forward to looking with you, but the Boutique isn't quite ready yet. She says to come back in an hour. She'll probably start you off signing the necessary paperwork and talking about pay and what-not."

"Ooooh. Okay! I can do that! One hour it is! It's a good thing I'm only ten minutes away, because then I can stop by the coffee place on the way back so that I'm good and ready for when I come back to start!" You shudder to think of Blossom on a caffeine bender. Fortunately you'll be at work...though Rarity won't be so lucky.

"Yeah, that's, uh, great! So, come back in an hour, okay? And good luck on your first day. I think you'll fit right in."

"Thank you!" she beams. "I'll see you soon!"

You watch her turn and walk off, happily skipping down the road. "Jesus," you mutter, laughing to yourself, "and I thought Pinkie Pie was excitable." With that particular, peppy problem taken care of, you're still hoping for an early morning tryst before you have to head off to work. Assuming Blossom hasn't killed the mood.

"So," Rarity asks as you return, "how'd it go?"

"Surprisingly well," you answer honestly. "She was just fine with coming back in an hour. More than fine, in fact." You grab a quick bite, chasing it with a gulp of coffee. "You know, you're gonna have your hands full with her. Hooves. Whatever."

"So I imagine," she laughs, "but Blossom is a delightful young lady. I've no doubt she'll contribute quite nicely. Besides, we both know I could use a little help around the store, especially on busy days."

"Speaking of which, where's Fluttershy? I didn't see her come back last night."

"She stopped by, briefly. You were fast asleep so I didn't want to wake you. She said she was going to spend the night at her cottage, because Angel was upset about being left alone so often."

"Of course. Sounds like her, alright." You down half of a cup before setting it aside. "Now...about that unfinished business..."

"I thought you'd never ask, darling. We haven't a lot of time, so I intend to make the most of it." She breathily exhales next to your ear, asking "are you ready for me? Because I'm ready for you..."

She unties her robe and smiles playfully, guiding your hand between her legs.

"If it pleases the lady, Princess Platinum."

"Your Princess will be most pleased, I assure you," she giggles seductively. "I consider it, oh, motivation for getting into my role tonight. No self-respecting ruler would possibly leave her carnal urges unfulfilled."

"Of course. Fortunately, I do enjoy roleplay..."

"Fabulous! Now, enough talk, Clover. Your Princess requires your considerable talents."

==========

"How do I look? Is my mane properly curled? Did I use too much eye shadow? Oh, I must look like a ruffian! An absolute ruffian! Princess Platinum would never be seen in public with any sort of imperfection! How am I supposed to do her memory proud?"

Rarity's rapid-fire concerns continue to bombard you as she paces back and forth in front of a set of mirrors, her long, purple cloak dragging on the floor behind her. You knew she'd be nervous before the performance, but you didn't expect her to be this nervous, especially since she's done it many times before. Even with her friends doing their part to get dressed up for the play, it's only her worries that are really vocalized.

Not that you should be too surprised; it is Rarity, after all. A bit of histrionics comes with the territory.

"Relax, sugarcube. Ain't no different than any other year! Just a bigger crowd, that's all. Ah'd have thought you'd be nice and comfy with big crowds, what with yer big, fancy fashion shows and all that." Applejack's voice of reason is always welcome, though Rarity seems to be having none of it.

"Fashion is one thing," she hastily replies, running a levitated comb through her mane, "but this! This is theater, Applejack! And not just theater, but historical theater! Hundreds of ponies from all over Equestria are expecting me to be Princess Platinum tonight! What if I forget my lines? Or trip over myself? Think of the scandal!"

For your part, you've long since given up trying to calm her down. It's not that you don't care, it's that you've come to realize that sometimes the only thing that can snap Rarity out of her mood is Rarity herself. You watch and listen with interest -- and amusement -- at her continued theatrics, slumped back against a wall and idly chewing away at an apple.

Applejack sets her stetson on a coat rack, swapping it for a feathered, renaissance-esque hat, obviously less than thrilled to be wearing something so formal.

"Girl, ya need to relax. Ain't nopony else worryin' up a storm but you."

From the hallway you hear someone familiar exclaim that Celestia will know if she messes up her 'Clover the Clever' performance with historical inaccuracy.

"...make that nopony but you and Twi. Still, point stands. This is, what; the fifth year we've done this? It's never been a disaster before, and it ain't gonna be one now."

"You should listen to her, hon," you pipe in, "after all, she's certainly a...Smart Cookie? Huh? Huh?! Ha-HA!" Several unamused faces meet your gaze. "...I'll just sit here in the corner."

"Don't quit yer day job, sugar," AJ deadpans.

"Sorry."

A much more enthusiastic Rainbow Dash trots over from the other side of the dressing room, fully decked out in shining black armor and a greco-roman-style helmet. She certainly looks the part of a commander.

"Ugh, we're really gonna go through this again? This is like the millionth time we've done this performance! I could do this in my sleep!"

"Fifth, Rainbow."

"Whatever. Point is, Rarity does this every year. It's not like things are any different! I mean, yeah, there's like three hundred more ponies out there watching our every move than last year, and her funny-looking boyfriend is expecting to see a flawless performance for the first year he's been here to witness it, and Princess Cadence is in attendance, and--"

Rarity curls up into a ball of worry; AJ shoots a less-than-thrilled look at Dash.

"--uh, right. I'll shut up now."

"Thanks for the encouragin' words..." AJ trots over to her friend and places a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. "Darlin', you'll be just fine, Ah'm sure. Besides, ya ain't got nothin' ta worry about from yer charmin' stallion there. He's crazy about ya, and ain't no silly play gonna change that." She looks up at you and winks. "And from what Ah hear, y'all got somethin' planned for after the play."

You're going to have to thank AJ for being your proverbial wingman the next time you see her; A little while ago you'd pulled her aside and let her in on part of your plan for tonight, at least as far as dinner goes. You left out the proposal, of course. Better if nothing's left to chance in that regard.

Rarity looks up at the practical earth pony with more than a little surprise and curiosity. "Plans? I'm not quite sure I follow you, darling."

"Oh, yeah," Applejack answers with a smile, playing up the news, "turns out yer main squeeze has got somethin' in mind. Somethin' about, oh...dinner in Manehattan, Ah believe?"

"Manehattan?" She turns to look at you. "I must admit to being a little bit lost, my dear. Why have I not heard of this until now? Certainly something so...so...elegant as a night on the town would be welcome news."

You shrug, playing it off. "I thought I'd surprise you a little and get AJ to drop the hint. I mean, between training Morning Blossom and preparing for the play, you've been busy all day. I figured after the performance we could head out for a little getaway. You know...candle-lit dinner, see the sights, that sort of thing. After you've had the chance to head home and freshen up a bit, of course." You're expecting 'a bit' to turn into an hour, but you've already prepared for that eventuality. Of course, it has the added benefit of letting you grab the necklace that's been safely tucked away. "So, what do you think?"

"I...I wasn't expecting anything of the sort, to be quite honest. But it does sound like a lovely time." She heads over and plants a kiss on your forehead. "I'd say that's a wonderful idea, darling. You're sure you can afford it?"

"Absolutely," you reassure her, running your hand across her cheek. "I've been planning this for a few days now," well, more like a few weeks, "and I'm more than certain. Think of it as a slightly early Hearth's Warming Eve celebration or something like that."

"You are such a romantic," she giggles approvingly, leaning in for a kiss. You're not exactly surprised to hear Dash throw in her two cents.

"I swear to Celestia, this lovey-dovey crap is going to make me throw myself on my sword. Even if it is made of plastic."

"Oh, hush, Rainbow Dash," Rarity replies as she nuzzles her nose against yours, "one day you'll understand! Besides, every princess needs a prince."

Dash shakes her head and trots off, throwing a hoof up in surrender. "That's it, time for the sword. Been nice knowing ya." AJ rolls her eyes at Dash's behavior, heading off to join her -- and likely chide her. Not that it'll do any good. You laugh quietly and run your fingers through Rarity's long curls.

"Maybe we are kinda saccharine, honey."

"Never you mind that," she answers you with a happy smile. "They don't know what they're missing." Rarity lets out a deep sigh and sits down beside you, resting her head against your shoulder. "Perhaps they're right; I should just relax. I always work myself into a frenzy before such performances. I suppose it's really no different from a fashion show, in a way. At least here I don't have to worry about passive-aggressive snobs and the like. Or back-stabbing old friends."

"You'll be fine, Rarity. I'm sure of it. God knows you're dramatic enough for the part." You laugh as she punches your shoulder with a hoof. "Love you, too."

"I swear, some days..." You pull her in for a long, comforting kiss, glad to see a smile cross her face as she pulls back. "Are you quite done making fun of your lady? It's not proper behavior for a gentleman, you know."

"I never claimed to be one."

"Hmm. True enough." Rarity floats her large, purple and silver crown over, carefully placing it on her head. "I suppose there's no point in worrying too much. Wouldn't want to spoil my appetite."

"That's the spirit." A gray pony with small, circular glasses pokes her head in the dressing room door, announcing that there's ten minutes until the curtain rises. "I should head out, hopefully there's still some room left to find a seat." You stand up and toss your apple core into a near-by trash can, then dust off your pants. "You'll do just fine, baby. I know you will."

"I shall certainly try my best, my love. Thank you."

"Any time. I'll see you after the show ends, alright?" She nods with a satisfied smile. "Alright. Hey, Dash, AJ! Good luck out there!" They wave back as you open the door. With a final look you head into the hallway, past the throngs of stage hands and costumed ponies, and into the main theater. The lights dim just as you find a seat next to an enthusiastic, mint-green unicorn.

"Good luck, honey."

==========

You watched intently for the entire length of the play -- nearly an hour, all told. It was absolutely amazing; a tale of bitter, rival nations and despotic rulers, separated by race and class, who only came together when a literal embodiment of cold, unfeeling hatred threatened to kill the entire group who had huddled together in a cave. Even then, it wasn't the rulers who made the change at first -- it was their assistants, their servants. You'd never heard of such a story before, but you're glad you got to witness it for yourself.

Rarity, of course, gave a sparkling performance as the hoity-toity, holier-than-thou Princess Platinum, playing nicely off Dash's boisterous bravado and Pinkie's inane ramblings. How Pinkie managed to do all of it while balancing a bowl of pudding on her head (which made you laugh to no end), you can only chalk up to Pinkie being, well...Pinkie.

There was even a song at the end, which you didn't know a single word of, but everyone else seemed to have memorized. Listening to hundreds of ponies all singing along to a joyful holiday song was a moment that you couldn't begin to put into words. The overjoyed unicorn beside you -- whom you finally recognized after she poked your side with a hoof and said hello -- even threw a foreleg around your neck while she sang, not caring in the least that you didn't know the words.

For a sort of grand finale, Princess Celestia gracefully flew down from her sky box to stand in the middle of the stage, gathering all of the performers around her and illuminating the theater in brilliant rays of magical energy, then taking a deep bow before wishing everyone a wonderful Hearth's Warming Eve.

And with that, the curtain fell to the sounds of enthusiastic hoof-stamps. You waited a few moments for the crowd to clear a bit before heading to the side entrance that lead back to the dressing rooms. The door is propped open as you enter, where Rarity and her friends are all excitedly talking and laughing. She spots you after you step inside, rushing over with a squeal of delight and nearly tackling you before you can even get a word out.

"Did you see that performance? It was simply stunning! Exhilarating! Tres magnifique!" She happily prances in place before kissing you on the cheek. "So! What did you think?! Was it everything you were hoping for?"

"And more, believe me" you laugh at the exuberance, smiling as her friends trot over. "That was an amazing show! You girls are incredible! Guess I can add 'great actors' to the list of compliments, huh?"

"You're too kind, darling. But thank you!" The girls echo their thanks, talking excitedly with each other.

"Come on, be honest," Dash asks you above the noise, "Who was your favorite? And you can't say Rarity, because you're her boyfriend."

"Oh come on, don't make me pick," you answer.

"Don't be such a wuss," she rebuffs you with a wry smile. "Come on, who'd you like?"

"Everyone. Honestly! But, uh, if I have to pick...I did enjoy AJ's dry humor and reactions to Pinkie's Chancellor Puddingface."

"Puddinghead!" Pinkie shouts while jumping into the air.

"Right, Puddinghead. Sorry, heh."

"Well that's real kind'a ya, sugarcube! Somepony's gotta be the foil ta Puddinghead's silliness. Always enjoyed playing the role." Applejack nudges Dash with an elbow and a smug smile. "Ya hear that, Rainbow? He thought Ah was the best."

"He's just saying that because you gave him a barrel of cider for a Hearth's Warming present." Well, it did help. But still! "What about the great Commander Hurricaaaane!" She flaps into the air and flexes her forelegs, laughing at her display of bravado. "Not bad, huh?"

"Like I said: Everyone was great! I gotta learn that song at some point..."

"See? You might be tall and funny-looking, but you'll fit right in next year."

"Thanks, I think," you chuckle. "We should really get together some time soon, feels like it's been a long time since we all just went out and enjoyed the day. If you don't mind an ugly human tagging along, that is."

"I'm sure we'll figure out something, dude. Though you can't fly, so...I dunno what we could do that's still cool."

Applejack face-hoofs. "And just what is that supposed ta mean? Ah can still whup yer behind without any fancy wings, if Ah remember correctly! Ah reckon he could, too."

"What?! If I remember correctly, I won that Running of the Leaves, thank-you-very-much!"

"Actually," Twilight interrupts with a barely-hidden smile, "I finished before both of you, remember?"

"Yeah, well...that doesn't count. You're an egghead."

Twilight rolls her eyes. "Oh, would you just look at the time? You should probably be going, don't want you getting home late!"

"Huh? What are you--" Before Dash can finish her sentence she disappears with a flash of purple light, the sound of her return flooding in from down the hallway. "Hey!"

"Sorry, she can get a little...competitive at times." Dash's continued objections gradually become mixed in with some decidedly colorful language. "We should probably get going before somepony gets a hoof shoved in their mouth." You chuckle and place a hand on her shoulder.

"Suppose so. Just wanna say one more time that I really enjoyed the show. Made my night."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it," she smiles back. "Don't be such a stranger, alright? I know I'm usually busy, but I promise I'm never too busy to stop and chat with you. Uh, usually, heh heh..."

"Alright, I promise. I'll try to stop by more often. Guess things have been kinda hectic for all of us recently."

"To put it lightly," Rarity adds. Twilight nods, putting a foreleg around Rarity's neck.

"I love you girls." She puts a hoof to her mouth and shouts, "EVEN YOU, RAINBOW DASH!"

Dash pokes her head in the door, looking more than a little annoyed. "Yeah, yeah...I...mmfmmphmm..." she mumbles.

"What was that?"

"I SAID I LOVE YOU ALL TOO. Sheesh! Can we stop with the circle-clop now?"

"Always a way with words," Twilight mutters. "But yeah, we should probably get going. Lots to do before Hearth's Warming tomorrow." The girls all nod in agreement. "Applejack, you wanna make sure Dash doesn't throw a fit out there?"

"Way ahead'a ya, Twi," the earth pony answers, placing her favorite stetson back on her head. "Ah'll see y'all tomorrow. Thanks for the fun night!" Pinkie Pie merrily bounds next to her, humming a happy tune as she bounces out the doorway.

"Nighty-nighty!"

Fluttershy steps over and smiles up at you. "I, um, should probably go, too. All of the animals are going to help me set up the rest of the decorations for tomorrow, and I'd be ever so impolite if I left them waiting for too long. I'm glad you enjoyed the play, it was a lot of fun." She turns to Rarity. "I guess I'll see you toni--umm, t-tomorrow?"

"Of course, darling," Rarity answers, placing a caring hoof on her cheek. "You're always welcome."

"Okay. Have a good night. And you too, Twilight."

"I will, Fluttershy. You have a good night, too. I'll tell the Princess you send your best."

Once Fluttershy has left the room you slump down on the floor, letting Rarity sit beside you and lay her head on your shoulder. "I hope you're not feeling too tired, hon. Still have a long night ahead of us."

"I'll manage," she smiles back at you, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I must say, Manehattan is quite the surprise!"

"Thought you might like it."

With everyone but you and Rarity gone, Twilight sits down in front of you and smiles sheepishly. "I, uh, I wasn't sure how to go about saying this, but, ah...I really think you two are a great couple. Really, I mean it. I gotta admit I was a little hesitant at first, since you're so different, but you've really shown yourselves to be just so...umm...affectionate, I guess is the word? Sorry, I don't really talk about these things much," she giggles.

Rarity is practically melting at the praise. "Awwww. Thank you so much, Twilight. That really means a lot to both of us." You nod in agreement and put an arm around her. "Despite a few hang-ups here and there, as any couple is wont to have, I feel as if we've had a simply marvelous time of it. Wouldn't you agree, darling?"

"Absolutely, honey."

"If I'm honest, I must admit to being somewhat surprised and elated by your praise. I realize we're not the most...typical couple, as it were."

"I know, I usually just keep such personal things to myself," Twilight answers honestly, "but you've been together for a long time now, and I thought I'd let you know how happy I am for both of you." She giggles and adds, "I remember when you first told me you were dating a mare, and I was trying to figure out who it was."

"Yeah, you were worried I was dating Dash for some reason..."

Rarity cocks an eyebrow. "Dash? Really? What on earth would make her your first choice, Twilight? No offense to our dear pegasus friend, of course, but I can't really see her going for my charming love interest. She's more of the, ah, 'brash' type."

"Call it a gut reaction, heheh. Anyway, yeah...I was a little skeptical at first, but you and Rarity seem to be very happy together. I just wanted to congratulate you on sticking together for so long, especially with all of troubles with that you've had to deal with lately from that creepy pegasus and Rarity's old friend. Not to mention the fact that you're so different physically." Her eyes suddenly seem to light up. "Though I do appreciate the studies you've let me do on human nature and biology! It's so fascinating! I mean, humans evolving from primates? Or a relative of primates. I'm still not really clear on that. But in any case, what a concept! Princess Celestia is going to be thrilled to get my sixteen-book series, and all of my research notes and--"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on," you interrupt her, "you wrote sixteen books about me? Seriously?"

"Yes!" she says triumphantly. "Well...sort of. Anything that you didn't know or couldn't answer ended up turning into several books worth of speculation, mostly about trans-dimensional similarities between species and how alternate worlds could--ah, sorry. I'm getting off track again, aren't I?"

"From you, Twi, I've come to expect nothing less," you chuckle.

"Aaaanyway, I should stop talking your ear off so you can go out for your night on the town. Spike and I have a long night ahead of us. We're researching social trends in Hearth's Warming celebration over the last two eras. It's gonna be great!"

'Great' is not the word you'd use to describe it. Poor Spike.

"Uh, maybe you should give the little guy the night off, huh? Don't want him awake when Santa comes by, after all."

"Santa?"

You rub a hand through her hair and laugh. "Nevermind. It's a human thing."

"Ohhh, right. Is he a significant historical figure? You should tell me about him some time!"

"Oh yeah, very significant."

Rarity jumps in before Twilight can turn a one-off reference into an hour-long quiz. "Yes, well, I believe it's time we should be going, my dear. The night is young and so are we! And I simply must fix my mane before we leave again. Think of the split ends!"

"Of course, the split ends," Twilight answers dryly with a roll of her eyes. "Kinda got off topic there, but yeah...you two are great together. And it's not just me that sees it, the other girls do, too. They're just too polite to say anything. Uh, except Dash. She'd never admit something so 'uncool', but she's of the same mind, trust me."

"Well thank you, darling, we greatly appreciate the kind words of support. I dare say I've found my ideal stallion, even if he isn't one, hmmhmm!"

"Looks that way, definitely. I'm gonna get going, you two have a great night. And happy Hearth's Warming! You'll be by tomorrow, right? Everypony's showing up around three, just in case you forgot."

"I'll be there with bells on, my dear. Metaphorically, anyway." Rarity kisses her friend on each cheek, smiling warmly.

"Great! I'll see you then. Have a good night!"

You reach over and give her a big hug. "You too, Twi. And happy Hearth's Warming to you, too." With a brief focusing of magic Twilight disappears with a bright flash, leaving just you and Rarity in the dressing room. "Man, I wish I could do that..."

"It's not as easy as it looks, believe me," Rarity quips. She dusts off her flowing cloak and neatly places it into a large storage trunk, giving herself a once-over before changing back into her fuzzy winter outfit. "So! Shall we be going, my love? We've still a long night ahead of us."

You think back to the necklace tucked away safely in a drawer, already feeling your pulse quicken at the thought of it.

"You have no idea, honey."

==========

Please still be there, please still be there...

You throw open the bottom dresser drawer, frantically digging through old clothes and keep-sakes to pull out the expensive bundle wrapped in an old pair of BDUs. You were half-expecting Opal to jump out at you. Thankfully, she's nowhere to be found.

The end of the white, rectangular box peeks back at you from behind its hiding place.

This is it. This is really it.

You whisper a thank-you to every deity you can think of and carefully stuff the box into the inner pocket of your winter coat, patting the area to make sure it's not too obvious.

"Are you nearly ready, darling?" Rarity calls up to you from downstairs.

"Be right there, hon!" A thousand feelings and emotions rush through you at once -- exhilaration, joy, nervousness, terror, hope. What if she thinks it's too soon? What if she says no? What would you possibly do then?

Just need to relax. Everything will be fine. Hopefully.

Your heart is practically pounding in your ears already, and you haven't even left. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, straightening your tie in the mirror before covering it back up with your coat.

Just like our first date.

A long, nervous pegasus taxi ride to Manehattan. An expensive dinner to celebrate a big occasion. And, as icing on the cake, a trip to the top of Unity tower. Everything has come full circle.

You walk over and pick up the small teddy bear sitting on the nightstand, a gift from Rarity that you've had ever since. A smile crosses your lips despite your worries.

She's my everything.

With a final once-over you head back into the hallway, shutting off the light on the way out. Your footsteps echo through the Boutique. You can barely hear them over your own thoughts.

The cold, night air kisses your face, blowing a soft flurry of snow down the cobblestone walkway. Rarity takes your side, and together you begin the short walk to the pegasus taxi station just a few minutes away. She looks up at you and smiles, a warmth radiating from her that makes you completely forget about the cold.

You glance back, and realize that the next time you come home, you're -- hopefully -- going to return as an engaged man. The long-lived bachelor in you tries to object, frantically searching for anything at all to make you rethink your decision.

You can't think of one single regret.

==========

For once, the flight to Manehattan is very pleasant. The scattered clouds over Ponyville gave way to clear, pristine skies after a short time, much to Rarity's delight. For most of the flight you were perfectly content to sit in silence, her head against your chest and your hand playing through her long, soft curls as you both stared into a brilliantly star-filled sky. It was nearly a half-hour before either of you finally said a word.

"Darling," she asks you quietly, "would you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Hmm? Not at all, hon. You know you can ask me anything."

She smiles softly and shifts in her seat, brushing her fuzzy overcoat against your jacket. "What made you want to choose tonight for something so grand as a dinner in Manehattan? I'd have thought for sure that being so close to Hearth's Warming Day itself would make you more eager to stay home, not head out."

You shrug, trying to think of an acceptable answer that won't reveal your true intentions. "Well...I guess it's because I wasn't here at all this time last year. With you, I mean. I thought maybe we could enjoy a night out together. Dinner, see the sights, that sorta thing? Call it...making up for lost time."

Your impromptu answer seems to have worked better than you could have hoped. "Oh, my love...you are such a hopeless romantic," she giggles. "I must admit to being quite surprised at your sudden change of plans, but you shan't hear a single complaint from me about it." She leans in closer and whispers breathily into your ear.

"Just wait until you see the dress I have on under this outfit." You arch your eyebrows in response, getting an amused laugh.

"Oh?"

"Mmmm, oh yes. I've been saving it for quite some time. I figure tonight is as good a night as any to unveil it. And knowing you, you'll enjoy peeling me out of it even more...or perhaps...I can be persuaded to leave it on? Hmm?"

"Damn, baby. You're going to make me one very impatient man." You're already excited at the thought of it, a fact not unnoticed by Rarity.

"So it would seem," she laughs seductively, running a hoof down your chest. "You know what they say: The best reward is the one you wait for." She tilts her head up and lovingly kisses you, smiling as she pulls back and rubs her nose against yours. "Do attempt to contain yourself..."

"You're not exactly making that easy here," you reply with a laugh. "Trust me, I can't wait to see what you've got on under that coat. I can already see the jealous glares of the stallions around us. And some of the mares." You have to adjust yourself to calm down a little. Damn, but she's good.

"I'd say we've had a pretty damn good day so far, wouldn't you? A little fun this morning, a fantastic play, and now a relaxing ride to the big city. For once."

"For you to be relaxed on a pegasus taxi, it must be a good day," she giggles, poking you with a hoof. For the most part, she's right -- it's only when you think of the impending proposal, which is more often than you'd like, that you start getting anxious and worried. Fortunately, you've done an admirable job keeping any of that anxiety and worry hidden. Somewhere along the line you realized that you can't do anything until the moment is actually here, thus making the trip over far moree comfortable than it would have been otherwise.

"But yes, I'd say we've had a simply fabulous day so far. And it will only get better."

You kiss her once more and lay back as she rests her head against you. The cool air lulls you into a state of relaxation, and for the first time tonight you feel absolutely at ease.

==========

"Good evening, ah...sir." The maitre d' pony smiles at you nervously. You're not that surprised; you still get a lot more looks in Manehattan than you do in little ol' Ponyville. At least he got your gender right. "Can I help you?"

"Evening," you reply politely. "We have a reservation for tonight. Miss Rarity and one guest." You notice the light brown pegasus do a double-take at the name, his eyes going wide as he seems to recognize the glamorous unicorn at your side.

"M-Miss...Rarity? Oh, wow! You're--" he lowers his voice to avoid drawing attention, "you're of the Equestrian heroes! Let me say that it's an honor to meet you, ma'am! An absolute honor!"

Oh boy. Here it comes.

"Moi? Well, I hesitate to call myself a 'hero', per se, but yes: I am a bearer of one of the Elements of Harmony." She giggles and fluffs a curl with her hoof. "But please, just call me Rarity. And might I say, that is quite the attractive tuxedo you're wearing."

"Of course, Miss--ah, I mean, Rarity. That is, thank you. Heh heh..."

"Think nothing of it, my good stallion! I should know quality when I see it, I'm somewhat of a fashionista myself." Somewhat? "In fact, if you're ever in Ponyville, do be sure to stop by the Carousel Boutique."

Rarity's horn glows with blue energy, lifting her fuzzy hat and unfastening the buttons of her matching winter coat. She takes no small delight in making a show of removing it, her bulky outfit giving way to a sleek, sexy, form-fitting red dress. A long slit up the sides shows the bottom diamond of her cutie mark. It's the first dress you've seen on her in quite some time that's backless, with gold-detailed stitching forming swirling patterns along the edges. It tapers off from back to front, draping over her hind legs while leaving her forelegs exposed. Those, of course, are wrapped up in thin, red ribbons of silky material. As icing on the cake, a red choker is around her neck, with a bright, intricately-cut emerald front and center.

You're pretty sure you've just felt your jaw hit the floor. Along with the stallion who's standing agape in front of you. She swishes her mane from side to side, her eyes teasingly half-open as she speaks.

"I'm sure one such as yourself can appreciate a...finely-crafted outfit, hmm?"

"Wha...I...I mean..." The poor guy stumbles over his own words. You can see him flush bright red even in the dim lighting of the restaurant. "Uh...y-yeah. Of course. Miss Rarity." He utters a barely perceptable "wow". You can't really blame him.

"Hmmhmm. I knew I had you figured for a proper gentlestallion. Oh, and silly me, I completely forgot to ask your name. Mister...?"

"Uh, my name. My name is, heh, um, Monterey. Yes. Monterey. But please, call me Monty! All my friends do!"

"If that is what your friends call you, Monty, then count myself amongst them, darling. Now, about our reservation..."

"Uhhh..." he struggles to snap himself back to reality, clumsily paging through the reservation book. You shoot Rarity a knowing look; she hides a smile behind a foreleg, fully aware of what you think of her theatrics. "Right, so, we had you at table nineteen, off to the side, but I think whoever made this reservation had no idea who you were. We can't have a hero of Equestria sitting with everyone else! You deserve something special!"

"Oh, come now," Rarity waves a hoof and giggles playfully, "I am simply a pony, no more or less. Just like you."

"That may be so," he continues, "but we have a VIP section off toward the back. I assure you it's a lot quieter and more comfortable than the main dining room. Consider it on us! If, uh, you'd like that, anyway."

"That sounds lovely." She gives a smile that could melt even the strongest of men like butter. Yep, that'll do it. Game, set, match: Rarity.

"Great! Please, f-follow me." You follow 'Monty' and Rarity past the numerous tables that occupy the spacious Chez Gourmet Gaston, catching a glimpse of the very table you sat at for your very first date. It's occupied by an attractive older couple, or you'd have considered choosing it instead of the VIP table.

"Just a moment, Rarity. And, uh, sir. Heh..."

He nudges open the door to a smaller, more intimate dining area, with only a few tables spread out. A fireplace occupies one corner, crackling and burning brightly.

"Alright, here we are. Please, take a seat wherever--"

"Monterey! A moment, please..." An impatient voice calls out from the kitchen.

"Uhh, sorry, just a second. Coming, Chef!" The maitre d' gallops around the corner, the door swinging behind him. You can hear him aruing with a cranky chef even from here, their voices only slightly muted.

"What have I told you about seating ze guests in ze VIP area? Do zey have a VIP reservation? Hmm?!" The chef sounds distinctly french, putting heavy emphasis on his words.

"N-No, Chef! But they--"

"But nuzzing! You will march back out zere and--"

"Chef, it's Miss Rarity! You know, the hero? She's here!"

"What?! Why did you not say somezing?!"

"I--"

"Out of ze way, stallion!"

Heavy steps sound from the hallway. The VIP door swings open a moment later, revealing a grey and white gryphon with a pencil-thin mustache and a tall, white chef's hat. He gasps at the same time you do; it's the first time you've seen a gryphon in months, much less one who's apparently a big-shot chef.

"Miss Rarity! Heavens above, I do apologize! Ze staff here, zey are not so easy to deal with!"

"Gustav!" Rarity's eyes light up -- you figure they know each other. "Oh it's so good to see you again!" She trots over and happily embraces him in a hug, being mindful of his spotless, wrinkle-free white shirt. "Well! Consider me surprised!"

"Eet eez so nice to see you again, madame! What has eet been, three years now?"

"Somewhere around there, yes," she laughs. "Look at you! Running the Gaston now, are you? My, that's quite a move up in the world! Oh, but where are my manners?" Rarity steps between the two of you and extends a hoof. "Gustav, this is my darling dearest. Darling, this is Gustav LeGrande. We met several years ago on a train, when I was traveling with the girls."

You extend a hand, which he gladly meets with his own talons. You hide a wince as his claws pinch your skin; he's much stronger than he looks. You offer a polite greeting and a nod, Gustav returning it in kind.

"I had better hide ze cake zis time," he laughs. You scratch your head, the in-joke missing you entirely.

"Oh, hush! We're here for a bit of a celebration tonight."

"Ah, so you are! Excellent!" He eyes you for a moment, rubbing his chin. "Hmm. Most unusual. I must admit, sir, zat I have never seen your species before. And trust me, I have been all over ze world!"

You shrug, not particularly eager to tell your entire story all over again. That, and your stomach is starting to protest at not having anything in it. "One of a kind, I suppose. It's a long story."

"Well, whatever ze case, I am so happy zat you decided to dine with us tonight. Zis is your first time here, oui?"

"Oh, no," Rarity answers for you, "we've been here once before, though it has been a while. I don't recall you being here then. Though I suppose it's possible we simply missed you."

"Ah, zat is entirely possible. Eet eez only recently zat I took over ze restaurant. I assure you, ze food will be even better zan before! Gustav does not make such boasts lightly, I assure you. But please, have a seat. Wherever you like."

You choose the corner table, close enough to the fire to be warmed by it, but not uncomfortably so. It's very comforting and pleasant, in fact. You pull out a chair for Rarity before seating yourself.

"Look at zat, a true gentleman. Magnificent. And might I say, Miss Rarity, you look absolutely lovely tonight."

"Oh, Gustav, you're far too kind," she laughs. Rarity adjusts her dress as she makes herself comfortable, smiling up at her previously unknown gryphon friend. "So, what would you recommend from the menu?"

"Ze menu?!" He asks, sounding almost astonished. He scoffs and says, "for you, madame, I am going to give ze house treatment! MONTEREY!"

The poor maitre d' comes rushing in. "Yes, Chef!"

"Miss Rarity and her guest will be forgoing ze menu tonight. Understood?"

"Of course, Chef!"

"Tres bon!" He turns to you, his lion tail flicking past your shoulder. No matter how much you see them, gryphons still amaze you. "Now, let's see...ah, yes! For ze first course, perhaps an appetizer of brioche with fresh tomato and mozzarella, brushed with ze finest of olive oils. And wine! Let us not forget ze wine, yes? Only ze finest for our esteemed guests."

"That sounds wonderful," Rarity smiles. "You really don't have to do all this for us, darling. We're more than willing to pay our own way." You nod, but the gryphon dismisses both of you with an outstretched talon. "Nonsense! Consider eet our Hearth's Warming gift to you and your well-dressed friend."

You tug at your tie. "What, this? Oh, well thank you. That's very kind."

"Gustav knows a zing or two about style, my friend. But! I have talked for far too long, and you must surely be getting hungry." He turns around, cocking his head at Monty. "Well?! Don't just stand zere, you have guests to attend to!"

"Y-Yes, Chef! Of course, Chef! Right away!" He bolts out the door, nearly tripping over himself. As soon as he's out of earshot the gryphon looks back over his shoulder and smiles wryly.

"Monterey eez quite zee talented pony, and perhaps one day he may find himself working under me as a sous chef. But for now, he must do as all good cooks do, and believe zat his Chef is a heartless bastard, ha ha! Only zen will he be ready to be molded into somezing special." With a quick check of his uniform he nods curtly. "Madame, monsieur, I will take my leave now. Zere are meals to prepare, and customers to feed. Chez Gourmet Gaston waits for no one! Not even ze head chef. I shall see you shortly, and please, enjoy your meal."

Once you're alone with Rarity she takes the opportunity to explain a little further.

"I could have sworn I told you about Gustav before, darling. Are you sure you haven't heard of him?" You shake your head. "Hmm. Well, like I said, we met on a train several years ago. The girls and I were traveling to a sort of bake-off competition, and Gustav was one of the contestants." She unfolds her cloth napkin and neatly places it on her lap, adjusting the utensils so that they're perfectly lined up. "There was a, ah...mishap...with some of the baked goods, and most of the train ride was spent figuring out who might have possibly defaced such a wonderful cake." She glaces away as she finishes; Rarity has never been a good liar, though her ability to bend the truth here or there for business purposes is well-refined.

"Uh-huh. And why do I get the feeling it was you?" you ask her with a grin.

"Moi?" she replies dramatically, putting a hoof to her chest. "Surely you wouldn't think one so sophisticated such as myself would--"

You arch an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, fine. It was me. In my defense, however, Pinkie Pie's description of it was just so...alluring. And I wasn't alone! Fluttershy was my partner in crime, so to speak. And Dash as well. I suppose that doesn't make it right, but, ah...well, at least Gustav is an understanding gryphon. Long story short, we stayed in touched afterward through letters, though up until today I hadn't heard from him in several months. I wonder if Twilight knows he's in Manehattan..."

"Well, now I understand the cake joke," you chuckle, pulling out your own napkin and letting the silverware tumble onto the table. Rarity scoffs and puts the various forks and spoons into their proper order with the help of her magic. "Hey, leave my forks alone. Maybe I like them in that order." Just to push her buttons you swap your fork and knife. They're immediately switched back.

"If one expects to partake in the finer things in life," she says theatrically, "then one must accept that certain things have a set order." You start to move them again, just to tease her, but your hand is suddenly forced down on the table, held in place by a blue glow. "As I said, darling: Set. Order."

"Alright, alright, you win! Can I have my hand back now?"

"I suppose so. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself, now would we?" You rub your wrist as you look across the table, your prim-and-proper lady hiding a laugh behind her foreleg. You reach your same hand across the table, grasping her outstretched hoof in your fingers. "In all seriousness, darling, I'm so glad we could spend this time together. When I woke up this morning I had no idea that by the end of the day we would be dining in Manehattan! Consider me pleasantly surprised, to say the least."

"I thought you might enjoy a little get-away, honey." With your free hand you carefully pat the pocket of your coat that's presently draped over the back of your chair, feeling for the rectangular box. Still there. "And if you're surprised by dinner, I'm really surprised that you had such a beautiful dress just ready to go like that."

"Oh, this little thing?" she giggles, running a hoof down her side. "I'd designed it several months ago for a client from Whinnypeg, but the poor dear had to cancel at the last moment. I absolutely adored the design, so with a little modification for my own body I ended up keeping it. I take it you approve?"

"You look absolutely ravishing, Rarity. Honestly."

"Ravishing? That's quite the descriptive word. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"What, I can't use big words?"

"For you, darling, anything bigger than 'pretty' is impressive," she laughs. "You know what? I think our current seating arrangement is sub-optimal." Rarity hops down and walks around the table, floating her chair beside her. It's gently placed on the floor beside you. "There, that's better." You help her remove the wrinkles from her dress, gently running a hand over her back and sides. She smiles warmly at you, staring into your eyes before meeting your lips for a soft kiss.

"I'm so glad you're here with me," she says quietly, nuzzling your cheek. "It was so lonely without you last year. I love the girls as my very dearest and closest friends, but you, my love, are the one I give my very heart and soul to."

The rest of the world disappears around you -- at least, that's what it feels like.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now, baby. Being here, with you," you place a hand on her bare upper back, "is the only thing I care about."

Rarity throws her forelegs around you and embraces you tightly, softly kissing your cheek. She lowers her voice and whispers into your ear. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby." With a final, long kiss she pulls back, blushing noticeably. "God, you're so adorable sometimes." She giggles at your compliment, waving a dismissive hoof. "But don't think that means you can get away with teasing that poor stallion who seated us," you laugh. "That guy's gonna be flustered the rest of the night."

"I've no idea what you're talking about, darling," she says innocently.

"Suuure ya don't. That little show of unveiling your dress was completely unintentional, I'm sure."

"Think of it this way: He certainly won't forget about the Boutique now!"

"Well that's for damn sure." You chuckle and point to the red, frilled ribbon around her neck. "I think the choker put him over the edge."

"It's funny you should mention it. I've never really used them for my ensembles before, but recently I've become quite a fan. They add a bit of seduction while still maintaining an elegant look; something that's become all the rage since last season. Loathe as I am to admit it, I did somewhat borrow the idea from Cashmere. Fluctuating though her mood may be, she does know her stuff when it comes to adding a degree of naughtiness."

"Oh I don't know," you playfully respond, "I think you could show her a thing or two about being naughty." You grasp her flank for emphasis, getting a small gasp to escape her mouth.

"I suppose I could, couldn't I? It's a shame she'll never get to experience it for herself. We'll just have to settle for keeping such things between us." You feel her play her hoof up your thigh, teasing you so much it's almost painful. "Mmmm, if only we had some time alone." She smiles as you respond to her touch. "Do keep that thought in mind, darling. We'll just have to finish this later."

Your food arrives a few moments later, an appetizer so beautifully crafted you actually hesitate to eat it. It tastes even better than it looks.

"So," Rarity continues after a dainty bite, "our big night on the town. It would be a shame to not see the sights a bit more, wouldn't you agree?"

"Mmhmm," you answer her with a mouthful of brioche.

"Some day, we'll get you to eat like a proper gentleman. I fear today is not that day."

"Hey, you said it, not me." You gulp down some wine so you can finally speak. "But yeah, definitely. I was thinking, oh...a trip up to the top of Unity Tower?"

"Really? Are you sure? Because we have been before. You wouldn't want to try somewhere new?"

Damn. You hadn't expected her to object.

"I never said we have to go to just one place. We can always check out somewhere else afterward. I just thought we could take a trip up there for old times' sake. That was the sight of our first date, after all. And so was this restaurant."

"Well of course I remember that, darling, and Celestia knows I would never be one to deny a romantic gesture, I was simply worried that you might be a bit, ah, nervous about going. I recall you being quite afraid of heights last time."

"If we can fly a thousand feet up in the back of a glorified wagon, a safely-enclosed rooftop really isn't a big deal any more, now is it?" Not that you enjoy pegasus taxi by any means, it's simply been downgraded from "pants-shitting terror" to "don't look down and everything will be fine" after nearly two years of using it.

"Besides, it'd be nice to go back up there with you. It's where our relationship truly started -- call me sentimental," you laugh quietly. "What do ya say, honey? You know you've always wanted to make out at the top of the tallest building in Equestria."

She giggles adorably and tosses her mane. "When you put it that way, how can I say no?"

"That's what I like to hear."

Two hours come and go, along with five more courses. And dessert. And more wine. By the end of it all, you're pretty sure you're never going to be hungry again. You leave a hefty tip for Gustav and his kitchen staff and, with a quick check of your jacket pocket, head out once more into the lamp-lit night with Rarity at your side.

Unity Tower, at first so distant, steadily grows as you approach it. The nervous feeling you've managed to push away all night comes roaring back with a vengeance.

You're surprised you can even keep up a conversation with your heart pounding in your ears.

==========

In hindsight, you probably should have arrived a little earlier.

Unity Tower, the tallest building in all of Equestria, is absolutely packed. There's a line out the door to get in, which takes more than half an hour to get through. Even without checking into a hotel room the masses of ponies force you to bump and push your way to the elevator lobby, where a neatly-dressed employee asks you for ten bits to use it. You grumble about not having to pay the last time you were here, but there's more important things on your mind than losing a few coins.

Fortunately, the observation deck isn't nearly as busy as the rest of the building. What's more, it's been beautifully decorated for Hearth's Warming -- silver and red ribbons line the low walls, mixed in with strings of white lights and wreaths of fresh pine branches. Even the golden spire far above you is more festive than when you last saw it, covered in green, blue and white lights; the colors of earth pony, pegasus, and unicorn banners that fly from the sides of the great tower. Melodious holiday choir music sounds from a tower's speaker system, loud enough to be heard but not distractingly so.

Just over two dozen ponies are milling around, mostly couples with a few families mixed in. You notice an older couple sitting together on a bench, the aged, but still attractive mare resting her head on her husband's shoulder. You offer a curt nod and a smile as he looks up at you. He tips his hat and returns the favor.

You spot an open bench and claim it before anyone gets the same idea. It offers a wonderful view of the city. Rarity takes a seat beside you, nestling against you for warmth. She smiles contentedly, admiring the bright lights of the urban sprawl beneath you.

"It feels like it's been so long since I've seen such a sight. Isn't it wondrous? No matter how many times I visit Manehattan I'm always taken aback by the sheer size of it all. A far cry from the thatched roofs of Ponyville, isn't it?"

You nod. "Yeah, it's a good thing I don't work out here. I'm terrified of heights! I'll stick to simple houses and such, thanks. Besides, I've lived in big cities for my entire life. I'd much rather be in little old Ponyville these days."

"Without a doubt, my dear. Canterlot and Manehattan have their grandeur, but there is no place like home at the end of the day."

A passing pair of earth ponies glance at you as they walk by, lingering for just long enough for it to be obvious that they're not sure what to make of you. "It's funny...when we were here last, I was feeling like less than a man for letting all of the stares and such get to me. But to be honest, it doesn't even bother me any more."

Rarity catches the two ponies looking you over and furrows her eyebrows. "I'm glad you feel more comfortable with such things, darling, but the fact still remains that it is very rude to stare." She raises her voice just slightly at the two gawkers, making her point very clear. They get the hint and wander off.

"The nerve of some ponies. One would think that a society that frequently welcomes zebra, gryphon and white tail visitors would be more...accepting of new species."

Gryphons and zebras you've seen here and there, but white tails?

"You know, I've never actually seen a white tail the whole time I've been here. 'White tail' as in deer?"

"Oh yes, quite so. Admittedly they are somewhat rare -- I've only seen a few in my lifetime. White tails tend to be rather skittish and shy, preferring to stick to their homelands in the White Tail Woods. I must say, however, that their sense of fashion is simply astonishing. They don't really wear body-covering outfits like are typical for formal events in Equestria; instead, they make intricate, beautiful ribbons of silk and crystal. It's really quite astonishing to see one!" She sighs dramatically and adds, "if only I could speak with one to ask them how they do it. The look on Cashmere's face alone would be worth the time and effort."

"I thought you two were all buddy-buddy now," you reply with a chuckle.

"Please. I'd sooner be 'buddy-buddy' with an ursa. At least the ursa wouldn't attempt to bed my lover."

You tilt your head down and give her a quick kiss. "Gotta be honest, that's a terrifying thought."

"Apologies," she laughs. You stretch out with a yawn and place an arm around her, running your fingers through her mane as she lays her head against your chest. "Mmmm. That's ever so relaxing."

You spend a long time thinking about how far you've come. Two years ago, you were spending most of your day sitting at a desk and being bitched at by your NCOs for things you had no control over. Then, one day, you found yourself being shoved onto a Navy ship and being told that you were supposed to be part of an engineering team for some fancy-ass piece of tech. A few weeks later, well...to call what happened 'life changing' would be putting it lightly. Being cut, stabbed, burned and drowned over the course of less than a minute was enough trauma for one life time.

Not that adjusting to life in Equestria has been easy. The very definition of a stranger in a strange land, your gradual acceptance into a new society has come at the cost of blood, sweat and tears -- not to mention a painful and ultimately unsuccessful mind-meld. Being viewed as an outsider for so long almost made you want to give up on it all, but it was the support and friendship of a select few who helped see you through the tough times.

For one special mare in particular, that friendship turned into fondness, and, ultimately, love. And now, after nearly two years of hard work, dedication, and more than your share of conflict and drama -- both internal and external -- you find yourself in the position of setting it all in stone and committing to spending the rest of your life in your new home with the woman you love. Someone so completely different, and yet so familiar and loving.

You nervously grasp at the box hidden in your jacket with your free hand. All of the what-ifs you've been imagining for hours, days, months...you can only hope they're wrong.

"Baby," you ask her quietly, "do you remember when we were first dating, and how you were so nervous about what I thought about you?"

She smiles lightly. "I do. I was afraid that my, ah, nuanced behavior would be more than slightly off-putting."

"You mean you were afraid that you were a drama queen," you laugh. She clops a hoof against your leg.

"I suppose such a generalization isn't too far off, loathe as I am to put in such terms. Why do you ask?"

"Because I was just thinking about it. Even back then I saw you for who you were, not who you tried to be at your formal receptions and the like."

"And what did you see?"

"I saw a woman who was caring, generous, and incredibly beautiful." You smile down at her and add, "Even if she is a drama queen at times."

"You mean 'was' a drama queen, thank you."

"Right. Was," you grin. "And you always make me laugh. I can't ask for much more than that, hon."

She returns your smile, her face radiant in the gentle lighting. "You are too sweet, my love. I simply try to be the best mare I can be. I must admit that when the thought of our first date entered my mind I was quite timid. After all, you were so different from anypony I'd ever seen, much less attempted to have a romantic relationship with. I suppose it's good that we gave each other that chance, hmm?"

"I suppose it is. I don't have a single regret about falling for you. Not one. There are things here and there I would have done differently if given a second chance, but hey...we all make mistakes. Nobody's perfect."

"Indeed so. Celestia knows I've had my share of regrettable decisions. What matters, however, is that we saw our way through them. Together. You've been my anchor in the hardest of times, darling. And for that, I am truly thankful." She runs a hoof down your cheek, kissing you gently. "More thankful than you can know."

Now is the perfect time.

You will your body to move, but find yourself unable to. You can feel your heart beating faster than you can ever remember. Months of planning. A thousand bits. Weeks of agonizing over the where and the how. Everything rests on one single word, one single answer to a question you've been wanting to ask for months.

You look into her deep, blue eyes. And suddenly all of your worries are put to rest by the softest of smiles, the most caring of looks.

"Darling, are you alright? You look as if you've just seen a ghost."

You laugh at how you must look, feeling better even as she speaks to you. "I'm just fine, trust me." With a deep breath you steady yourself, bracing for what's to come. "Honey...there's, ah, something I've been meaning to ask you. Something that's been a long time coming now."

You feel the long, thin box against your chest. With only a slight hesitation you unbutton your jacket, reaching in to pull your precious gift from its hiding place. Rarity's eyes widen as she sees you do so. She opens her mouth to speak, but is unable to find the words as you stand up from the bench. Maybe she knows what's coming. Even if she does, it wouldn't matter in the least. You take a knee on the ground beside her, grasping her hoof in your hand. You search for the right words for a long moment.

"Ever since I got here nearly two years ago, you've been the best thing in my life. You gave me a chance when few others would. You stuck by me and improved my life in this place more than I could have ever imagined. Everything I am today, as a man, as a lover, I owe to you. You're the greatest thing to ever happen to me. You literally saved my life." You smile sincerely and look into her sapphire eyes, already glistening. "Ever since that day, I've struggled to figure out what I want to do with it. What I want to do with my second chance. And, well...I think I've finally figured out that answer: I want to spend it with you, Rarity."

She gasps as you unwrap the small ribbon and pull the lid off, revealing the necklace in all its glory and beauty. She covers her mouth with a foreleg, tears now beginning to stream down her face.

"You are my everything. Not a moment goes by that I don't feel like the luckiest man in the world for being with you. I love you, Rarity. I love you more than I can even begin to express in words. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can only hope that you feel the same way."

With a final, deep breath you raise the box to her.

"Rarity, baby...will you marry me?"

She lowers her foreleg, her bottom lip trembling.

"I...Yes." She blinks away her tears, laughing in relief and joy. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

An enormous weight feels like it's been lifted from your chest, months of worry and doubt vanished in an instant. You can feel yourself starting to tear up even as you lift the necklace from its soft padding. You carefully place the necklace around her neck, fixing the clasp to make sure it stays in place. It settles around her neck, a perfect fit.

As soon as it's in place she literally jumps into your arms, knocking you off your feet. She laughs as she's overcome with emotion, kissing all over your face.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" she squeals excitedly, pulling you into her for a long, loving kiss. "Oh Celestia, you have no idea how happy I am right now!"

"I think I have some idea! Oh, man, I was so scared to ask you, baby! Here, see for yourself!" You place her hoof over your chest, letting her feel your rapidly-beating heart. "Almost had a heart attack!" You pick her up and lift her in the air, laughing without a care in the world. "You just made my night, Rarity! Oh, God, if you could have been in my shoes...phew. Haha. Oh, wow..."

A few ponies nearby stomp in approval, a chorus of congratulations and well wishes. Rarity blushes in embarrassment, bashfully thanking them for their kind words.

She gasps in sudden realization. "This was what you had planned all this time, wasn't? The trip to Manehattan, the dinner at our old restaurant, the tower..."

"That it was. Guess I'm just a hopeless romantic."

"And thank Celestia for that!" She looks down at the necklace dangling from her neck, cradling it gently. "Goodness, but this is simply gorgeous! Where on earth did you find the money to pay for such a thing?"

"Would you believe I found the sapphire one day when we were out searching for gems? One in a million find, according to Aegis. He's the one who made the necklace for me, really good guy. From then on it was just a matter of watching what I spend and making payments. Oh, and you're not gonna believe this -- that gem you're holding? It's magical. Seabreeze, they call it."

"You found a magical gemstone?"

"I did. Here, check it out; just take a look into it. Or rather, through it."

"Through it, hmm." She focuses on the sapphire, cocking her head slightly. "Well it's certainly beautiful! Just look at that, like a swirling, blue--" A sharp gasp escapes her mouth as her eyes unfocus slightly. For several seconds she remains motionless. Then, just as quickly, she blinks away the sensation. Her mouth still agape, she looks down at you.

"I...I'm not entirely sure what just happened, but...that was amazing. For a moment I felt as if I was floating over a clear, blue ocean of the most pristine water..."

You smile knowingly. "It's really something, isn't it? And it's all yours, Rarity."

"I don't even know what to say, darling. I certainly wasn't expecting a fine dinner tonight, much less all of this!" She laughs as she wipes a tear from her eye. "Look at me, I must seem a complete mess right now."

"I think you look beautiful, baby."

She lovingly kisses you, cradling your head in her foreleg. "How did I manage to find someone so wonderful as you?" You embrace her and rest your head on her shoulder, gently rocking back and forth. She whispers into your ear. "I love you."

"I love you too, Rarity." She smiles as you caress her cheek. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."

"Oh, my love. The feeling is most assuredly mutual." Still sniffling back tears, she stands up to brush herself off. "This place will always hold a special meaning for us, but you know what? I would much rather be home in our warm bed right now, with you in my arms."

"That sounds just perfect, honey." With a final long, loving kiss you button your jacket once more and head back to the elevator with Rarity clutched firmly against your side. Streaks of mascara and smudged eye shadow run down her cheeks, but she couldn't care less. She smiles at you, and it feels just like you're setting eyes on her for the very first time all over again. She's still as lovely as the day you met her.

"I will always be here for you, darling. Come what may, you are the love of my life."