*As shown by the not safe for work tag, this is a side-chapter that has a sex scene in it between two people in a loving, healthy relationship. If that's not your cup of tea, then just skip ahead.*

Rarity poured a glass of Chardonnay for Jack and herself, then sat down at the end of the small dining room table. She sipped briefly at her drink before starting at the shrimp Alfredo, methodically eating the pasta and only pausing to pat her lips daintily with a napkin. She looked towards her dining companion, who was picking at her food with disinterest, resting her head in her hand and staring towards the soul-folk.

“Something the matter, darling?”

Jack jumped a bit at Rarity's voice and quickly shook her head. “N-no ma'am. I'm good.”

The tailor leaned forward, taking another drink. “Come now, Jack. We both know you're a pathetic liar.” She weakly smiled. “Besides, I have the feeling neither of us are 'good,' after the troubles a few days ago.”

“Got that right,” Jack quietly agreed. She took a deep drink from her wine, frowning slightly at its peculiar taste. “A bit ago, ya mentioned... bein' with other people.”

Rarity put her utensils down onto the table. “I suppose I did, yes.”

“Jus' how many we talkin' here?” Jack bluntly asked.

“Why do you wish to know? Do you believe me to be some kind of harlot?”

“What? No, Rare. Jus' curious,” the earth-folk replied, realizing quickly she was in hostile territory.

“It's not a ladies place to kiss and tell,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“Didn't mean no harm in it, sug. Jus' wanted ta know 'fore we...”

“Does it make any difference regarding how I feel about you?” Rarity asked. “No.”

Jack scowled, leaning back in her chair. “Fine, fine. Didn't realize it was that big a deal ta ya.”

“Well, how many have you been with, Jack?” Rarity sharply asked. Jack paused, stunned by the question.

“Uh...” Jack trailed off, in obvious duress. “I mean, that's a complicated question with a, a ton of answers ta it.”

Rarity flatly looked at her for several long, agonizing seconds before Jack nervously laughed.

“I'mma jus' gonna drop this lil' topic.”

“The most intelligent thing you've said all night,” the soul-folk replied, casually taking another drink of wine.

Jack glanced down at her meal. “Sorry, sug.”

She gave a small, considering nod. “If I couldn't deal with you putting your foot in your mouth consistently, we wouldn't be in a relationship.”

The farmer smiled slightly, pushing away from the table and rising to her feet. “Alright with ya if I take a shower?”

“Certainly, darling. My home is yours to use!” Rarity proclaimed. “I'll clean up down here—I presume you're done with your meal?”

“Yeah. Jus' ain't got much of an appetite.” She sickly smiled, glancing to her side and biting her lower lip—Rarity could read the obvious tell—Jack had never been good at lying.

The tailor let the topic drop and rested her hands on the table. “Should be some towels inside already, dear.”

Jack left, climbing up the stairs and heading into the bathroom, so lost in her own world she didn't even notice the slightly devious smile Rarity held.

While the soul-folk normally abhorred the thought of engaging in a such a crass and baseless act like practical jokes, she couldn't resist this opportunity. It was simply too perfect not to use.

Jack stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel on a nearby rack. After rubbing her body dry, she wrapped it around her torso, frowning slightly on how little it covered her. Downside of being tall reared its ugly head yet again to her. She walked to the fogged up bathroom mirror and ran her palm across it, staring hard at the woman looking back at her.

It wasn't often she took stock in her appearance. A staunch opposition to vanity was one reason, the other was a simple... vague indifference to herself. She was who she was—makeup and the like wouldn't change that.

Jack shifted her body, spreading her legs slightly so she could comfortably lean her arms on the counter. She stood like this for several minutes, looking at her reflection as water ran down her long blond hair, leaving trails that snaked delicately over the earthen tone of her skin and onto the cream towel. She gave a thought about looking nice for Rarity, but realized she wouldn't even have an idea on where to start beyond basic grooming. All the lotions, make-up kits, creams and tonics on the counter just left her paralyzed with indecision.

The farmer exhaled. Feeling like she was on pins and needles, she moved her fingers across the counter and swallowed. She ran a thumb gingerly over her still-tender nose and wished she had finished the drink Rarity had provided for their dinner. God, something to calm down her nerves before getting dressed and speaking to her would—

Taking a glance around the room, Jack suddenly paused. Where the hell were her clothes? She thought she had laid them near the counter, but...

Something peeked out from underneath the bathroom door. A white sock. Jack crept towards the door and opened it just enough to peek her head out. Her clothing lay strewn out in a trail along the floor of the upstairs lounge. Grumbling, Jack took a quick glance left and right. On being in the clear, she opened the door fully and stepped into the room. She gathered her clothes one at a time, walking at a half crouch with the towel held possessively in one hand to keep herself from losing it. She grabbed the white sock, then its pair. A checkered bandana Jack normally kept in her breast pocket, her off-white cotton boxers. Another step through the room brought her to her bra. A few more, her trusty tank-top and plaid over-shirt. She came to a door and noticed the last piece to complete the ensemble she carried in her arm, the frayed and worn leg of a pair of her jeans peaked out under the doorway. Jack tried to get the pants through the crack but didn't have any luck, so she grabbed the handle and pulled. She paused, her jaw dropping on what she saw when she opened the door.

Rarity lay on her side on a bed, nude, save for the familiar, worn stetson atop her head, the string loosely hanging down her face as she laid her head on a delicate hand.

“I was wondering when you'd get out of the shower,” she said, running a hand down her side. “I've been waiting.”

Jack gazed at Rarity in all her divine glory. Her violet hair, cascading down her narrow, soft shoulders. Her full, sensual lips. Her flawless skin, her pert breasts that were not too big, yet not too small. Perfect for her hourglass figure. Her clean-shaven mound. Her delicate flower, already slightly engorged and longing. Her eyes.

God, her eyes.

“Come here...” Rarity quietly invited, beckoning Jack towards the bed. The blonde took a few nervous steps forward before her partner playfully tsked.

“I believe you're a bit too... dressed up, if you will.” Rarity flicked her eyes down to the towel at Jack's waist.

“Oh.” She threw the pile of clothes in her hands aside and paused. She took a deep, nervous breath to steady her nerves, then opened her towel, letting it drop behind her.

If Rarity's body defined natural feminine beauty, Jack was the antithesis. Too tall, broad shouldered, strong, obvious muscles that were a contradiction to her full, prominent breasts, each standing out from her rugged figure like a plump, voluptuous melon topped with a black nipple. She paused awkwardly, putting her calloused hands over the small, oval patch of pubic hair she carried above her mound. Rarity couldn't help but smile—the way it was groomed almost gave the impression of a cowlick.

“You're beautiful,” Rarity said, not even a trace of sarcasm in her tone.

“Ain't nothin' compared ta ya, sug.”

The soul-folk rose to a sitting position and patted a spot next to her. Jack complied, already sweating slightly. Rarity put her hand on top of Jack's and turned on the bed to face her. The farmer stared towards the wall, taking a moment to think as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Rarity ran a soothing hand up and down Jack's bare back, bringing the farmer back to the present.

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” the beauty asked. “I could make some... adjustments to myself, if need be.”

“Adjustments?” Jack repeated. “Like puttin' yer hair down? Or some socks or somethin'?”

She gave a small titter of laughter. “A bit more expansive than that, darling. Quite a bit, actually. I assume you've never been with a soul-folk before?”

“I ain't been with any—“ she realized what she said and panicked, shutting her mouth instantly. Heat flooded her face at the slip. Rarity paused.

“You mean I'm your...?”

Jack didn't answer, instead wringing her hands.

Rarity continued, just as flustered as Jack was. “I-I simply presumed, with as aggressive as you were in our previous attempt...”

“Yeah, well, that 'attempt' ended with me seein'...” Jack licked her lips and grimaced. “Took the wind outta my sails, I guess.”

Rarity scooted a few inches closer, putting an arm around the blonde's waist. “Then I suppose I should put my lips together and blow.”

The farmer quirked a brow. “Rare, I ain't sure I get—“ she was interrupted by a hard kiss; Rarity took Jack's legs and threw them onto the bed, then shoved Jack flat onto her back.

She tilted Jack's hat back and smiled. Not smugly or sensually, but with an almost maternal kindness. “While I traditionally let my partner set the pace of my liaisons... you...” She straddled Jack, lightly grinding their groins together and making Jack clench her teeth in surprise, before the soul-folk rose slightly to stare at the woman's green eyes. She reached forward, gently running her thumb over Jack's scar. “You're a special case.”

Jack meekly smiled as Rarity brought her other hand up and clasped as much as she could of the farmer's oversized breast, squeezing Jack's nipple between her delicate fingers.

“You're always hurting for me, Jack,” Rarity somberly mused, once more paying attention to the farmer's scarred cheek. “Just once, I'd like to hurt for you instead.”

The blonde took Rarity's hand and brought it to her own dark brown cheek. “I don't want ya ta. Ya leave takin' care of us ta me.”

“Jack...” She gazed at her honest eyes once more. Rarity slowly leaned in, kissing her, then after a moment, stuck her tongue out, wordlessly asking for passage. Jack responded, opening her mouth for the woman. Their tongues swirled and danced together as Rarity began to massage the blonde's breast and trailed her other hand down to the farmer's stomach. She rested her hand briefly on Jack's abs and broke away from the kiss, tweaking Jack's nipple as they parted. The action made Jack gasp slightly, tensing her arms.

“You're sensitive there.” Rarity shook her head with a smile. “Should have figured you'd have such an obvious spot—you never were one for subtlety.” She continued playing with the farmer's breast, squeezing it, stroking it, kneading the supple flesh in her hands. Jack let out a surprisingly girlish moan; she squeezed her eyes closed and bit her knuckle to stop from making any farther noise.

“I'm only like this 'c-cause it's you,” Jack panted out, barely managing to open one of her eyes to gaze at Rarity.

The tailor paused once more, looking briefly surprised at Jack's words. She leaned down to kiss the earth-folk's lips once more, as she grabbed the blonde's breast and pushed the yielding mound up Jack's body. She then let go, noting how its firm yet giving features spilled downward again, all but swallowing Rarity's palm in its mass.

“I know your measurements, but I suppose I never really thought about them, darling. You might have the largest bust I've ever worked for.” She lowered her head down to the blonde's other breast. “They're quite nice.” She stuck out her tongue and ran it in a clockwise motion over Jack's dark areola. She smirked slightly, then planted her mouth on top of Jack's nipple and took to suckling it. The farmer gasped even harder at the stimulation, clinging tightly to the bedsheets with her fingers and toes.

Rarity stopped briefly, not taking her eyes off Jack's chest. “You can touch me if you like, dear. I won't bite.”

Jack muttered a quiet apology, then took a shaking hand to Rarity's own breast, for a few moments reverently holding it in her palm—treating it with the same tenderness a kind giant might give to a bird—before clasping her hand tightly around it and lightly squeezing it. Rarity moaned directly onto Jack's nipple, the stimulation making the farmer near-drunk with pleasure. A tingling feeling that was almost overwhelming started at Jack's lower stomach and spread down to her groin in sharp, pleasurable jolts of lightning. Rarity instantly stopped her suckling on seeing Jack's face.

“Darling... were you really about to climax from simple breast play?”

“Rare... that felt great,” Jack panted out, her words a jumbled mess.

Rarity laughed quietly to herself. “You haven't seen great yet.” She adjusted herself, moving off of Jack's pelvis and on top of her thigh. She briefly ran over Jack's small patch of pubic hair, moving through it and curling it with her finger, then returned her gaze to Jack's face, looking briefly concerned. “I apologize for being so uncouth, but have you ever... penetrated?”

“Myself?” Jack asked, the heat in her face causing her head to throb. “W-well...”

“I only ask because you might feel a twinge of pain, otherwise.”

She swallowed, nodding. “I have before, yeah.”

Rarity extended her index and middle finger and traced Jack's maidenhood. “Then I suppose I'll get started.” She plunged her fingers into the farmer; they slid in easily, mingling with Jack's juices. The earth-folk gasped, the sensation so odd she moved to sit up; Rarity put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and continued her fingerwork, thrusting in and out of Jack with the elegance of a maestro conducting an orchestra. After a few thrusts into her, Jack picked up on the rhythm and began bucking her hips forward, wordlessly begging Rarity to dive further. Rarity moved to Jack's side and complied, burying her fingers all the way to the knuckles inside of the blonde, then wiggling them slightly as she once more cupped one of Jack's breasts.

She was all but delirious with pleasure as Rarity's skilled fingers worked their magic inside of her. The blonde groped Rarity's breast as the pressure from earlier rose inside like a flurry of butterflies in a strong wind, sending her rapidly towards the edge.

“I-I think I'm close,” the farmer cried out.

“Let it come,” Rarity said, leaning down and peppering Jack's neck with sensual kisses.

Jack yelped as the pressure inside released; she grabbed Rarity's hand and pushed it hard against her passageway as her essence spilled from her loins, granting sweet relief.

Rarity kindly smiled, then pulled her hand free and licked her fingers, tasting Jack's climax.

As Jack caught her breath, she looked over at Rarity. “Guess we gotta do you now,” she said. Rarity waved the idea away with a hand.

“No. Tonight was about you, darling. I'm fine.”

Jack twisted on the sheets, rising and putting her hands on Rarity's thighs. “I-I wanna make ya feel jus' as good as ya made me,” Jack stammered out, her eyes nearly pleading with the experienced woman.

“I... oh, very well,” she sighed, but offered another kind smile despite herself. The soul-folk slowly fell onto her back, her legs spread and waiting. Jack crawled forward and stuck out her index and middle finger like Rarity did moments ago, then brought her head near to the others sex and paused.

“Something the matter?”

“Jus' kinda odd seein' one this close,” Jack mused. “T-tried getting' a mirror ta see my own once, but it... nevermind.” She gently put her fingers inside of Rarity. “Ya want it like this?”

Rarity winced. “T-that's perfect, darling. Like that.”

Jack continued to thrust into Rarity with her fingers, blushing furiously at the action, the squelching noise Rarity's wet arousal made with every motion of Jack's calloused fingers, and the violet-haired beauty's own elated moans. Rarity lovingly stroked the top of Jack's head, as if she was reassuring a pet.

“Just fine... just fine...” Rarity repeated, giving a small, elated hum as Jack adjusted her fingers a bit inside Rarity's walls.

A few more thrusts, and the soul-folk's breathing increased. “Next time, we'll try a few other approaches to lovemaking that I think you'll—“ Jack ran a thumb over the girl's clitoris; Rarity all but exploded, shivering violently in a sea of pleasure.

“Wa ha ha!” she loudly laughed.

Jack smiled brightly at the unusual noise her partner produced. “Ya like that, huh?”

Rarity blushed. “Well, I—“ Jack pressed down on her button once more. “Nnng!” she grunted out. “Yes, I love it!” she called out. Jack winced slightly at the volume.

The farmer ran once again on instinct; she continued to thrust into Rarity, then came down onto the soul-folk's clitoris with her mouth, lapping at the small protrusion with her tongue.

Rarity gasped and squirmed, squeezing her hands tightly in Jack's hair.

“Jack!” she cried out, pleasure erupting like a volcano as she climaxed hard onto Jack's fingers, her juices spilling out onto the sheets, soaking them. It took a few moments to regain their bearings; when they did, they lay down on the bed, their hands still entwined as they rested on either side.

Jack shuffled uncomfortably where she lay, the wet spots from their lovemaking at her back.

Ain't somethin' ya read 'bout in those romance books, she thought wryly, finally giving up and turning onto her side, facing Rarity and almost leaning on the other girl. She smiled when she looked at the soul-folk, she could still in a way feel the ghost-touch of Rarity inside her passages.

“Hey, Rare?”

“Mmm?” she questioned, already close to nodding off after being sated.

Jack scratched at her nose. “I'm, uh, glad ya were my first. It was somethin' pretty special ta me.”

Rarity woke up a bit on hearing that. She wrapped an arm around the farmer and brushed the blonde's bangs behind her ear. “It was an honor to take it from you, darling.” After a long pause she looked deeply into Jack's eyes. “Five.”

“Five?” the earth-folk repeated.

“How many I've been with. Three men, a woman, now you.” Rarity gazed at Jack's nude body. “You told me about your partners, or lack thereof. It was only fair.”

“Fifth time's the charm.”

Rarity gave a small laugh of her own, hugging the woman and running her hand over Jack's muscled back. “Fifth time's the charm.”

Jack woke up a few hours later feeling like something was amiss. She moved her arms a bit, feeling for the warm body of her partner. When Jack finally realized Rarity wasn't on the bed, she glanced across the room, noticing Rarity staring out the window at the starlit night. Jack quietly rose and made her way to the woman. She wordlessly wrapped her arms around Rarity's shoulders; the woman held onto Jack's strong arms.

“Somethin' wrong, sug?” the blonde asked.

“I suppose I was simply thinking.” Rarity glanced pensively at the floor. “Some of the words I spoke earlier reeked of bravado. I'm...” She sighed. “I'm honestly frightened, Jack. I'm frightened that someone may wish to do me harm again. Yet I cannot stand the idea of hiring muscle simply to protect myself—I find it abhorrent. I don't want that, Jack.”

She nodded, understanding at least a little where Rarity was coming from. “I'll keep ya safe.”

“Jack...”

“Like ya said earlier: If somethin' like this ever happens again, I'll rescue ya. Anyone,” she paused, her lips a thin, grim line of conviction. “Anyone that tries ta hurt ya like that is gonna wind up dead.”

Together, their bodies held so tight they were almost as one, they watched the stars give way to the first rays of a brighter tomorrow.

Author's Notes:

Special thanks goes out to the following writers, who were kind enough to offer their input into this--sex has never been my forte, and so it was because of these fine, upstanding people I got this piece polished like I wanted.
Scatman2001
Wordsmith Bellatrix
shintan
KartalTheWriter
JJ GingerHooves

Anyway, I'd be much obliged if y'all could leave a comment down below--this is kinda new territory for me, and I've love to hear some feedback on what worked and what didn't. Like usual, thank you all so much for your continued interest in the series, and I appreciate every single like and favorite! Have a good one!