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EP 3 [rarity]

- in which rarity always has her hands on you
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rarity's hands were always on you; she couldn't keep them to herself. whether it be subtle, delicate touches or clingy, hungry grasps—her fingers were always connected to you—one way or another.

like when she uses you as her personal mannequin. you stand there as she drapes layers of expensive, silk fabric on your body. you can always feel her hands linger longer than normal while she buttons up the back of your dress. her fingers leave goosebumps when she 'accidentally' brushes up against your arm.

she couldn't help herself—her dresses fitting over your body was like eye candy, and she loved it.

or when you're both in bed, ready to sleep. rarity holds you close to her and she leaves no room between you two. her touches vary every night. sometimes she'll softly rub your arm, before settling on just using her thumb to draw shapes and patterns into your skin. other times, rarity will gently engulf your hand with hers; her fingers are cold and feel nice against your skin.

you usually wake up with your legs tangled up in the bedsheets; rarity's arms loosely wrapped around your chest. her face would be buried in your neck and her breath tickled. you think to yourself, 'just one more hour.'.

when rarity's nervous, she often taps your hands in a very erratic, fidgety sense. her fingers are nimble and her tapping is gentle. it became an anxious habit she's grown to have while you've been together.

sometimes, though, her small touches and 'innocent' lingering aren't as subtle. rarity can be a bit generous.

like when she got you ready for the fall formal. rarity stood behind while you were looking in the mirror; she clasped a delicate, gold necklace around your neck. there was nobody around and you just looked so pretty—that was her excuse.

rarity left airy kisses all over your upper back and exposed neck; she caressed your arms before holding your hips. every touch she placed was gentle—almost like she thought of you as fragile china.

once, she decided to take a bus to go see new york. her parents were there and she wanted to go for the ball drop on new years. however, she couldn't bring you along and you had things to do.

you drove her to the bus station and helped her load her things. you gave rarity a sweet, loving kiss and hugged her before she got on. she was going to miss you—and she couldn't bear to see you walk away so soon.

rarity grabbed you by the arm and twirled you into her chest. she kissed you passionately and held you so close. her grip around you was needy, and the kiss was messy—teeth clashing against each other in a desperate attempt to be closer than you already were. rarity's hands went to rest on the sides of your face as she pulled away—leaving you both panting and smiling.

she waved one last time before getting on the bus. and she left you with puffy, red lips and even redder, flushed cheeks.
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if you looked into rarity's eyes as she stares at you, you would see nothing but pure adoration. and when you hold her hand, rarity whispers under her breath,

'i love you'.