Author's Notes:

Like my last story, this is an optional chapter with sex between a romantic partner. Just wanted to let people know that wanted to skip a chapter like this.

Saying Jack awoke with a jolt was giving her too much credit. Rather, it was like a slug, how she was roused from the dream and she lay there for a long moment, wondering if this was yet another aftereffect of the magic, or one of her own instigation. Beside her, Rarity snored, lying in a pool of drool and unkempt violet hair. Last night had clearly been not-good to her. Or, depending on who was asked, too good. Either way, Jack’s thought of the dream was briefly turned from as she laughed a bit at Rarity’s clearly unladylike position, before the earth-folk rose and walked to the room’s tub.

Turning the water on, Jack stripped and wandered over to the window as the tub filled. She leaned against its stone frame, taking stock of the too-early morning.

Thankfully, she knew her limits last night, so there was no hangover, no pain begging her to go back to bed. Rather, the only thing stopping her from retiring again were the thoughts that swam in her mind. The dream she had woken up from, and the slow dawning on what they were doing for the princess may not be right. That thought had at first been a mere dismissive thing, a fly landing in an ointment that you could simply pick up and throw to the side. That fly had turned into another creature entirely and had burrowed into her brain so deeply that she was simply going through the motions when it came to considering their next goal, rather than a genuine want to help and improve Cabello.

It was almost a shock when she felt hands snake behind her and wrap around her bare stomach. But seeing the ring on those slender fingers dispelled any sort of wariness from her and she instead met Rarity’s hand with her own.

“Bad dream?” Rarity asked, all but mirroring Jack from the other day.

“I don’t know,” Jack replied, playing Rarity’s part from yesterday. “Don’t know ‘bout a lot of things lately.”

“Mmm,” Rarity replied. Though she still held the markings of a rough night of sleep, she glided as elegantly as the first day Jack saw her over to the bathtub, where she stuck her hand into the water and gave a curt, satisfactory nod. “Perfect timing. Come here, Jack.”

Raising a brow, the earth-folk did as instructed; Rarity turned her back to the woman.

“Do help a lady, would you?” Rarity asked over her shoulder, lifting her hair up.

Jack approached, her hand going to the back of Rarity’s cream-colored bra and pausing.

The back of the bra was spotted with blood and Jack looked over the wound that ran over Rarity’s back.
Her stitching job could have been better. It was uneven, just effective enough to work, and there were a few spots, once Jack had taken and slid Rarity’s bra off, that still clearly held a congealed look about them, Rarity’s blood clotting and her natural healing being what stopped the bleeding, rather than Jack’s handiwork. The farmer trailed one of her thick fingertips down the wound and Rarity flinched.

“Ya took the gauze off,” Jack commented.

“I couldn’t sleep with them on me. They constricted my chest.”

Jack said nothing to this, understanding from personal experience how true that really was.
Regardless of the wound, Rarity’s back was a beautiful thing, curvy, with a thin layer of muscle underneath her delicate features that Jack now not just looked over, but reached to touch, taking a hand to the taut contours of Rarity’s lower back.

Finally, Jack came to Rarity’s panties and she hooked her thumb underneath them and gave a slow pull of them downward, lowering her body as she did so until she squatted, eyes level with Rarity’s backside. Rarity stepped over the clothes and Jack worked her way up, cupping, gently squeezing Rarity’s ankles, her calves, her thighs, until she rose to a stand and gave a kiss to Rarity’s neckline.

“You’re quite affectionate this morning,” the soul-folk teasingly said, her smile as warm and beautiful as the midday sun as she turned to face Jack.

The earth-folk smiled herself, the expression gentlier than Rarity’s, tender in its appearance. In a way, more womanly than the soul-folk’s own reaction.

“Well… yer somethin’ ta look forward to,” Jack finally answered.

Rarity’s smile widened further and she sauntered to the bath, making sure Jack was watching, then rose her leg over the side of the tub, straddling the rim. After another pause, she finally lifted her other leg and sank into the water, letting a groan of contentment out. “Well, Jack. Are you joining me?”

Jack blinked, dispelling what she could of her haze as she took in Rarity’s body. Nodding mutely, she approached the bath and easily stepped over the barrier.

They sat together, the water lapping against their bodies as Jack adjusted herself, her larger frame not doing any favors when it came to the tub. Rarity laughed, resting against the wall of the tub and gave a tap of Jack’s thigh with a foot.

“Showers seem to suit us better, non?”

“Eyup,” Jack agreed. “They’re a little less awkward fer us.”

“For you, I believe you mean to say. I for one am not some gigantic freak,” Rarity huffed with mock frustration. Jack chuckled.

“Ya ain’t no midget. Besides, we both know ya like it.”

“Well enough, I suppose,” Rarity agreed, “in the same way a man appreciates surmounting a mountain.”

“Yer jus’ after the peaks.”

Jack looked over the woman. Even though it was a sight she had seen for the past few years now, it still sent small electric shocks of want to her heart as she took stock in Rarity. The woman’s sensual confidence, even now obvious as her body was cocked just so, her hips intentionally angled, Jack knew, even without looking at Rarity’s coy smile, that they were laid out just so the farmer would get the perfect angle of them and follow their natural curve to Rarity’s shapely ass. Jack followed the line of Rarity’s body, up her toned stomach and to the woman’s full, palm-sized breasts. Jack looked at them for a moment, watching Rarity’s nipples being lapped by the water’s edge, reminding Jack of two buoys keeping afloat and the thought broke her briefly from her lust.

“Should I even ask why you’re grinning like a fool?” Rarity questioned with a raise of her brow, the expression so plain that Jack laughed and reached forward, putting a hand down in the water to give a squeeze to Rarity’s ankle.

“Because I’m the luckiest damn fool that walked the earth,” Jack replied. The soul-folk moved in the water, swinging around to join Jack’s side. With ease she lifted Jack’s arm up and over to rest across the width of her back, then moved in closer still, resting against Jack’s side and looking towards their feet.

“You’re due for a pedicure, I hope you know,” Rarity lectured, using her big toe to swipe across the nails of Jack’s toes, their ends obviously worn and rough.

“I’ll add it ta my list-a chores,” Jack replied.

“A pedicure is far from a chore, dear. It’s a treat,” Rarity answered, clearly in disbelief at Jack’s response.

“Sittin’ down an’ havin’ someone touchin’ my feet ain’t somethin’ I’m a fan of.”

“You don’t like people touching your feet?” Rarity blinked, either genuinely surprised or doing a fantastic bluff. “You should have said something. Considering all the times I’ve…”

Jack trailed her hand down to Rarity’s waist. “Yer the exception. I don’t mind ya touchin’ me. Yer, you know.”

“I do.”

They lay together for a moment longer before Jack looked towards the window.

“Sug?” she asked. “Are ya… happy?”

“Now that I’m taking a bath after all this dreadful adventuring, I’m far more content, yes,” Rarity answered.

“Nah. I mean with us. The whole setup we have. Ain’t like we’ve said much about it, ya know?”

Rarity paused, briefly at a loss for words. “Darling, may I speak freely?” Seeing Jack’s nod, Rarity squeezed Jack’s palm. “I have not said much on it because there’s not much to say. I’m content at where I am on a personal level. I love your home, your family—though if I have to look at the peeling wallpaper in the upstairs facilities one more time I’m going to burn the place down—” Jack let out a snort of laughter and Rarity pressed on, “I still see myself as quite the socialite, mind, and I’ve yet to accomplish what I wish in regards to my enterprise, but…” There came a faraway look to the soul-folk and she smiled at something only she could see, “But peace of mind is quite the accomplishment. The acres, as dirty as they can be, are a part of me now too. They’re an eye in the midst of a storm, you see.” She turned, rolled over to a position they were quite familiar with now: Rarity straddling Jack, the farmer’s hands resting at the soul-folk’s sensual hips. Smirking, Rarity leaned down, kissing Jack on the forehead.

“Like yourself, I might add,” Rarity said. “Though I must ask what’s gotten into you. You’re the last person to ask a question like that without context.”

Jack nodded, leaning back against the rim of the tub. “Diane an’ I were talkin’ last night an’ she asked if we fought a lot.”

“Well, no relationship is perfect. There are times when I want to smack you upside your head. Likewise, I assume.” Though Jack said nothing to this, the small spark of humor in Jack’s eyes gave Rarity a wide grin. She turned introspective for a moment, leaning in closer to the earth-folk and smelling her scent. “Jack. There are times like that, but there are times that are better. Times when it feels like I can do anything if you’re there beside me, or waiting for me. You’re like the end result of a long day at the office: A lot of work and long hours, but the end product was worth the difficulties, something so beautiful that even the garb of royalty pales in comparison.”

“Sappy as hell. But, I feel the same way, sug,” Jack agreed. Rarity kissed the bridge of Jack’s nose.

“Then that’s all that needs said on the matter.”

Rarity’s kisses came to Jack’s lips, which started tender, appreciative even, before they grew hungry; Jack’s mouth clashed against the soul-folk’s like thunder. Rarity, her hands exploring Jack like she had so many other times, running them over the woman’s legs, her hips, her stomach, all while breaking away from kissing Jack’s mouth to travel over the woman’s neck, trailing down her partner’s body with the skill of an artist as her hands crawled, homing in on Jack’s wanting flower. Her thumb ran over the patch of blonde hair above Jack’s nether lips, then brought a finger to her entrance. Jack tensed up subtly and Rarity let out a low chuckle at the action as she trailed around Jack’s sex in a slow, circling motion, the water stirring gently in slow circles.

Though Jack was always the more reserved between the two, her mannerisms still befitting a shy bride within the bedroom, there had come a subtle change to her. She no longer simply let Rarity do every aspect, she reacted more and right now, she bit a knuckle already at Rarity’s exploration, but her other hand found purchase at Rarity’s shoulder and she grasped it gently, far more gently than her calloused hands should have allowed. Rarity hissed regardless and Jack froze.

“Aw hell. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. If I recall correctly, I’ve done the same to you before,” Rarity answered, reaching to Jack’s arm and moving it lower, to her hip. Pressing on, unperturbed as to Jack’s action, she once more returned to Jack’s maidenhood. Though normally she preferred to make the act last longer, she knew that they would be traveling in short order, so time was a commodity that would soon vanish. With that in mind, she pressed a teasing finger into Jack.

Jack drew a breath and gave a weak bite to Rarity’s collarbone, wordlessly encouraging Rarity to go deeper, giving a gentle rub to one of Rarity’s breasts as her breathing quickened in anticipation.

Rarity happily obliged, taking first one finger, then two into Jack, the water making the action different from their usual, the routine action housing a new layer, one that Jack seemed to relish, judging by her tilted back head and pleased contortion of her body, jerking up to reach Rarity, an attempt to bring them even closer together. Rarity took her free arm and wrapped it behind Jack’s lower back, then crawled forward, taking her mouth and trailing it up, stopping at Jack’s nipple. Smiling, she leaned forward, taking her mouth to it and gently scraping her teeth against Jack’s flesh.

The effect was instant; Jack loudly gasped and cradled Rarity’s head, pushing the woman further into her own tit-flesh, encouraging her, almost wordlessly begging Rarity to continue farther.

Jack’s breasts were large things bordering on cumbersome on her muscular frame, and served to draw eyes when they weren’t hidden under a shirt or armor.

It only made sense that a simple woman would have such a simple ‘go to’ spot on her body. No hidden point at the thighs, nothing at her stomach, no, it was the woman’s breasts. Rarity smirked, changing from gnawing on a nipple to suckling on it like an enthused babe. Jack’s entire body clenched up, Rarity’s skill at the action nearly enough to send her over the edge, and had once or twice through their marriage, her skill enough that Rarity sometimes didn’t even need to bother with Jack’s flower in order for Jack to have a climax.

Rarity stopped for a moment, her expression coy as she pulled away from Jack’s pillows.

Jack’s euphoria fell back a bit, the edge she was so close to slowly fading from her grasp. She looked up to Rarity.

“Forgetting someone?” she questioned, then, to demonstrate, brought a hand to the side of her well-toned stomach and trailed it down to the soft curve of her hips, then moved it inward, resting them near the gates of paradise, a finger just at the side of a narrow strip of violet hair.

Though she had traditionally remained meticulously shaved, Jack had asked her at one point to try and let pubic hair grow a bit and Rarity had reluctantly obliged. Now though, as Jack leaned forward and gave a reassuring run of a thumb over the strip and there came a soft, teasing, tickling press into her flesh, she was glad she did.

Jack’s finger traced Rarity’s walls, then thrust into her, drawing a pleased flinch from her wife. They worked together, establishing a rhythm to a song they had both sang multiple times during their years together, each exploration of the others body a symphony of well-earned pleasure.

Knowing their song was close to its end, Rarity once more pressed into Jack’s breast with her mouth and began to vigorously pump the woman’s tit with her face. Jack’s fingerwork stopped as Rarity continued her assault, the pleasure of Rarity’s actions leaving her a moaning, pleased mess, but that was fine with the soul-folk; as usual she took a dominate role, adjusting herself ever so slightly, then bucking her hips into Jack’s rigid fingers, humping away at the digits without any thought of class entering her mind at the moment, grinding her lower lips against her partner with a zeal only the woman below her could bring forth.

Jack sucked in a breath and her entire body tensed as Rarity lightly bit down on her chest, the chocolate-colored nipple a delicious treat that she couldn’t help but indulge herself on.

Her climax happened seconds later, one leg jerking out and touching the other end of the tub, the other snaking around Rarity’s own limb, pinning the soul-folk close to her as she rode her orgasm, her raised brow, her open mouth and lidded eyes a beautiful paragon of femininity despite her scar and Rarity felt a warmth of affection for Jack, a warmth that brought herself closer to the edge.

Now that Jack had finished, she focused a bit more on Rarity’s current need and shifted and twisted in the tub until she was on all fours and pressed up her face against Rarity’s stomach. Smiling, Jack licked Rarity’s torso then sucked in a breath and dunked her head underwater.

Jack took her wife’s sex and began work with her tongue, riding the contours of the soul-folk’s vagina and then moving up a hair, lapping at Rarity’s clitoris. Rarity let out a cry of enjoyment, pushing the back of Jack’s head deeper into her folds, feeling her own climax approaching.

All it took were a few more eager laps of Jack’s tongue and a pair of fingers to delve into Rarity’s wanting organ before the woman loudly came, her pleased gasp making Jack subconsciously flash a smile, pleased at another job done and done right.

Rising above the water, Jack took Rarity and brought her close to her side and after a deep kiss, Jack shut her eyes, relishing the afterglow as much as Rarity clearly did, each forgetting, briefly, why they were out here; the chaos that they survived yesterday, the potential nightmares of tomorrow. For now, they found shelter from dark skies in the same way they had so many times beforehand.

Together.