...ressed manner. "Spike, come on. Chill out. You can do this." He says, putting on a stern face. He walks up to the door and gulps, before knocking quietly and sheepishly at the door. He immediately spins around, terrified - attempting to escape before he embarrasses himself. He doesn't take a single step before the door behind him and a soft voice like silk rings out and caresses his ear-fins.
"Spiiiiiiike~" He hears her call to him playfully. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" She giggles as a lump forms in the young dragon's throat. Spike turns and awkwardly tries to fix the situation. "I was just... uh... I... You..." He trails off as he sees Rarity in the doorway, her alabaster fur and her lovely purple mane shimmer brilliantly in the sunlight. She giggles as his arms fall limp and he cowers before her.
"Aw, spike, are those flowers for me?" She asked him. Spike snaps into action, holding out the pearly blooms before himself in an attempt to look suave. "Yes, as a matter of fact they are, Rarity." "I was hoping we could... hang out... or something?" Spike asks/states, his confidence quickly failing. Rarity swishes her mane out of her eyes and stares at Spike as she smiles. "Do come in, Spike," she says in a relaxing tone. "and relax! It's not like I'm going to laugh at you!" Spike follows Rarity into her house. He can't help but stare at her bottom as her tail swishes back and forth. He n...