Her Voice (Rarijack)

Chapter 7: My Love

⚠️ author's note ⚠️: PLEASE be aware that this chapter contains sensitive topics and mature content. reader discretion is advised. if you find certain subjects uncomfortable or triggering, you may want to skip this chapter or proceed with caution. if you choose to continue, please remember to prioritize your well-being first and reach out for support if needed.

Applejack's POV

I confided in Rarity, revealing the truth about my past, and she graciously dedicated her time to listen. Without judgment, she remained faithfully by my side, true to her promise. It was in that moment that I knew she was the perfect person for me. Sensing my need for a change in mood, she skillfully shifted the conversation, determined to keep my spirits high.

Laughter filled the air as we playfully nudged each other, reveling in the joy of the moment. The melodic strains of music swirled around us, setting the stage for an unspoken question I was about to pose to Rarity.

"Rarity..." I began, capturing her attention as she ceased her laughter and gazed deeply into my eyes.

"Yes?" Rarity replied, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of a smirk mirroring my own.

"Dance with me," I requested, extending my hand towards her, our shared amusement evident.

Graciously accepting my invitation, she delicately intertwined her fingers with mine, and together we embarked on a waltz. My arms found their place around her waist, while hers gracefully encircled my neck, and we swayed to the rhythm of a slow dance.

In that moment, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of us in existence. We were free spirits, unbound by any constraints. Drawing her nearer, our bodies gently brushed against each other, and a knowing smirk played upon my lips. A blush adorned Rarity's cheeks, accentuating her undeniable charm. I leaned in and placed a tender kiss upon her forehead.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my words a testament to the captivating allure she possessed. Rarity blushed further, her eyes meeting mine in a tender exchange. How could someone be so incredibly endearing? It was a question that lingered in my mind, though I cherished every moment of her presence.

Rarity nestled her head against my shoulder, her fragrant hair filling my senses. The sweet scent of vanilla enveloped around me, a scent I had grown to adore.

"Applejack," she murmured in a soft tone that piqued my curiosity. I held my gaze upon her, eagerly awaiting her next words.

"Where are our lovemaking?" she breathed, leaning enticingly closer to my ear.

Her alluring proximity stirred a potent desire within me, a mix of overwhelming arousal and a longing to reciprocate. Thoughts raced through my mind, teasing and tempting me. I wanted to ignite her passion as she had ignited mine. I yearned to give her an experience that would leave her breathless and craving more. But a flicker of caution reminded me to tread carefully, mindful of her well-being.

A surge of concern escaped my lips, breaking my seductive reverie. "Does the bruise still hurt?" I inquired, gently pinning her against the wall while ensuring minimal pressure.

"No, it's fine," she reassured me, her smile radiating warmth and reassurance.

With that confirmation of awaited anticipation, I eagerly captured her lips; aching to taste her and convey my passion. Our kiss deepened, fueled by a mutual intensity. Rarity reciprocated, her body subtly responding to mine. It was evident she was savoring the moment as much as I was.

Trailing my lips down to her neck, I focused my attention on a prominent bruise, a cruel reminder of the harm inflicted upon her by others. As I tenderly explored the sensitive area, eliciting breathy moans from her, a surge of worry momentarily gripped me. I didn't want to cause her any further pain, not after what she had endured.