The two lay together with a light breeze and the brush of moonlight in place of a blanket. Cheerielee glanced down the ivory curves of her lover and sighed. Once again the afterglow was ruined by lingering doubts. Caressing the smooth back beside her drew out a contented sigh, a wakeful one as she’d hoped. Blue eyes looked up into her own, a loving sincere smile played across perfect lips. “Rarity, what are we?” Cheerielee’s question was timid but tinted with hope.

“Basking in the afterglow darling.”

“No, really, our relationship. It isn’t stolen trysts and secretive kisses. We went to a party together. We were a couple in front of your friends.” Her voice rose with held tears and worries. Rarity held her lover closer.

“Darling, you are my dearest one. Of course I would allow my friends to know my joy.” She lifted herself up and placed her head amongst the pale pink tresses that covered the pillow. “I love you with all my heart and I only have all my heart to give.”
Cheerielee turned to face Rarity, enough play in her hair to allow such a movement. “You mean that, don’t you, but I always worry... I worry you’ll go flying off to some stellar heights and leave me behind. I hate myself for that.”

“I would never leave you behind. You are my rock ‘Lee, my anchor in a storm, you keep me grounded.” Rarity snuggled closer and rested her forehead against Cheerielee’s. “At one time I thought it would never be possible to meet any other such person.”

“Any other... Who?” There was curiosity not hurt in her love’s voice now. She’d lived life and loved others before meeting Rarity, before they’d developed a relationship. It wasn’t a problem that the artistic and generous soul had felt love for others also.

“Promise there will be no negative reaction to my reply.” There was the smallest trace of Rarity tensing, something most would miss but an attentive lover could feel in a second. “Please don’t tell anyone else. I trust you but I must make these requests.”

“I won’t tell a soul.” Cheerilee gave the slightest caress to smooth the tension away.

“It was Applejack.”

“What? Applejack? Really?” She immediately regretted her reply; Rarity went from compliant and soft to rigid and unwelcoming. “I mean, straight laced Applejack. Farmer through and through and traditional in nearly every sense of the word?” Gentle soothing tones cleared away the last traces of tension.

“I loved her so much but I knew it could never be. It took a long time to get over her, I thought she was the single flawless gem in my life.” A smoulder graced the sapphire eyes that gazed up at the schoolteacher “Then I met you. You were so striking, that day I collected Sweetie from school. I’d only just returned from college and was preparing to start my business. A relationship was the last thing on my mind but my, well the girls call it ‘The Designers Eye’, found you very memorable...” She was cut off by a slight tweak on a sensitive spot.

“You had me at striking.” Cheerielee breathed onto the perfect lips beside her own.

“I haven’t got to the bit about your wonderful personality and all the facets I have come to adore.” Was Rarity’s husky reply. “Do I need to elaborate on our relationship anymore darling?”

“Not necessary. I feel simply awful for even thinking it.”

“I still feel like it was my fault darling. How about I show you how I feel...”

It may have been late, but it was Friday night, they had all the time in the world.

*

This time the afterglow was fully appreciated by one party. The other, looking on with deep blue eyes felt there was one more boundary to bridge. “’Lee, can you do one thing for me... It won’t be a chore I assure you.”

“What might that be love?”

Rarity reached down and pulled a box from under her bed, one she’d hidden away after an attack of nerves the day her lover had brought it over. “I need to show you my Trust. Complete trust body and soul.”

Cheerielee held back a gasp and more than a little excitement. She’d not been too disappointed the day the box had been consigned to concealment but she’d hoped one day to re-introduce it to her alabaster lover. “Really?” She’d been feeling tired but a rush of adrenaline at the thought was taking care of that.

“Of course. I realised, it’s not about control. Not really, not when you love each other. However it is all about trust, I trust you.” Rarity closed her eyes and heard her lover shift and the click as the box was opened.

“The blindfold is ok?” There was too much excitement in Cheerielee’s voice for her to hide it all. A smile passed across Rarity’s lips.

“Go ahead.” Soft fabric slid over her eyelids and tightened at the back of her head. She opened her eyes to complete blackness. “Have your way with me...” Her tone was sultry bordering on the hammish but it was a phrase Rarity had often wished to work into their bedroom conversations.

A light touch to her stomach and she was laid on her back. Guiding hands moved her body, first spreading one leg over, then the other. Soft ropes wrapped around her ankles, tightening until they held her in place. Soon she felt them winding their way up her left leg, the right shortly after. Once crossed about her waist then a slight wrap about her shoulder, a cross between her breasts. At this point Cheerielee took her arms and spiralled the ropes up them, encircling her wrists and tying them down to the bed frame. The overall effect was quite relaxing, for sometime control freak Rarity to be in the hands of another. The feeling of ropes taught across her body, spreading her legs apart and keeping her hands above her head. “She certainly knows what she is doing.” An elated part of her mind thought as a the rope tightened about her body and held her firmly in place.

“Do you have a safe word?” It was the first words Cheerielee had spoken since asking about the blindfold. Her work had been in silence.

“I want you to use everything in the box my love.” Was Rarity’s confident reply. When they’d first broached the subject of its contents that final object had been the one she’d balked at the most. “Complete Trust.”

“If you’re sure.” It was said with gentleness and care. Soft rubber pressed at her lips and a hand on her chin opened her mouth. Few intelligible words would pass this barrier, it wasn’t painful and the texture far from unpleasant. “I’ve finished set-up.” A voice whispered into her ear. “Now to get to the best bit...”

“Goodness, if this isn’t the best bit.” A dazzled mind said and attempted to mutter. It came out quite garbled. A single touch on her side sent her wild, such was her excitement. She pulled fruitlessly against the restraints and a cry of pleasure was just about articulated. Cheerielee grinned, giddy with anticipation. As her lover relaxed into the bed once more she checked the ropes that held that perfect body at her mercy. A single finger traced the restraining ropes, checking they were not too slack to allow excessive movement but not so tight as to mar the soft skin of her lover.

Rarity whispered and sighed into the gag, all words rendered moot. Her body attempted to tense and move but merely bucked in well made restraints. The final checks were complete, Cheerielee began in earnest.

*

“Oh mahyeee woooord.” Cheerielee groaned into a pale shoulder, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of the tense and shivering body beneath her. She pulled away the obstruction from her lover’s mouth who gasped air in heavy pants. “Alright m’love?”

“Why didn’t I let you do this before?” came the breathless reply, all trace of airs and graces dropped, overwhelmed by intense enjoyment.

“Well, you needed to want it. I think you got the message across about us tonight.” Cheerilee smiled and removed the blindfold. From her restricted vantage point Rarity looked at herself with interest.

“My my, aren’t we a little talented with rope work.”

Cheerilee giggled and began the simple task of untying the anchoring points. Released from the bed frame she started to unwind them from Rarity but a newly freed hand stopped her.

“Don’t yet.” Rarity smiled coyly and took some of the free ends, wrapping them gently about Cheerielee, lightly binding them together with enough slack for comfort. “Can we stay like this? Just for tonight?”

The reply was a kiss and the distance was erased by an embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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A/N: Somtimes a girl has a drink and begins to write. After a while and a good lot of writing she realises that she accidentaly wrote something less innuendo and more in-your-end-oh! Thus it sits on the harddrive lurking, daring and teasing to be published.

Afterall what's worse? Writing smut for yourself or sharing it on the internet?