> Your job at the boutique doesn't pay by the hour
> Business rises and falls often enough that a salary is necessary to keep food consistently on the table
> Fridays are a little odd
> The day time is filled with mending and fitting and last minute purchases
> After about 6 PM it goes dead
> Rarity busies herself with the commission for next week, idly swapping around bolts of cloth
> By seven you have already swept the floor, organized the bobbins, and generally done everything you possibly could
> You stand in the middle of the sales floor, trying to remember any other little tasks you could do
> Rarity looks up from her work
> " Er, Anon, what are you still doing here? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be getting ready to go out with your friends?"
> You give her a rueful smile
"That sounds like a fine way to pass the time, but I lack the prerequisites. Until then, hanging out in here is enough for me."
> You decide to just lie down on the floor, and stifle a moan as your back straightens out
> You hear the rustle of cloth and some muffled hoofsteps
> "Are you comfortable like that?"
> You him in affirmative, your eyes closed in contentment
"Very."
> After a series of scuffs and shuffles, you hear her let out a feminine sigh
> You turn your head to see the fashion horse prone on her back, hooves stretched above her head
> "Anonymous, darling, you never told me this was so decadent!"
"Glad you like it."
> You yawn and settle your back for fully onto the floor
> This is nice
> Your eyelids start to droop
> "Anonymous, I find myself quite unwilling to move. Be a dear and hang up the closed sign, would you?"
> With a grunt you get to your feet and stagger to do her bidding
> After you lock the door, you lie down next to her again
> That little bout of physical activity finished what had been started
> Your eyes close as your breathing deepens

> The morning sun percolates through the drapes, lightly warming your face
> You open your eyes groggily, idly sensing something odd
> Memories return as you recognize the ceiling of your workplace
> The next thing to register is a warm, supple weight on your chest
> You look down upon the sleeping face of Rarity, cushioned on your pectoral
> Too cute
> You raise a hand slowly, and lightly stroke her mane
> So silky
> She stirs, and you let your hand drop back to your side
> You could watch those sleep-addled eyes forever
> All at once she springs up off of you and takes a few steps away
> She clears her throat awkwardly, a blush upon her cheeks, and for some reason she's having a hard time meeting your gaze
> "Good, ah, morning, yes. Good morning Anonymous. I trust that you slept well?"
> Her pupils shrink as she realizes what she said
"Very well indeed, thank you."
> Rarity dashes off into her bedroom, her face getting redder by the second
> You rise slowly, stretching and smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes
> You amble on over to the kitchen and set about making pancakes
> Some time later, Rarity emerges and pokes her head into the kitchen 
> "Pancakes, Anonymous? How delightfully domestic, I had no idea you could cook."
> You shrug
"Given that my digestive system is a bit different than most ponies, I sorta have to."
> You pull out the platter of pancakes from the oven and set it on the table
> It is soon joined by butter and syrup and table settings
> Rarity is still having a hard time making eye contact, and breakfast passes in an awkward silence
> She ends up floating the dishes to the sink
> "It's the least I could do, darling."
> She keeps glancing at you, to which you can only raise an inquisitive eyebrow
> The last dish done, she finally faces you head on
> "So who is helping you, Anonymous?"
> A little puzzled at her question, you reply,
"You are?"
> Rarity shakes her head
> "You are far too charming for me to believe you haven't been coached upon winning my affections."
> You sit down heavily
"You think I'm charming?"
> You feel your face heat up
> Her eyes widen, and a blush rises to her cheeks as well
> Just then the doorbell rings
> After an awkward pause, both of you get up to answer the door
> A flustered glance later, you stay back and let her see who it is
> Fluttershy, apparently
> You hear her mumble something about a spa, and Rarity gives you an apologetic look
> "Mind the store while we're gone, won't you?"
> You sketch a bow
"As you wish, Rarity."
> She smiles a little at that, and leaves with her friend
> As silence settles in the store, you know one thing
> Next Friday evening will be a bit more interesting