Commitment Ceremony

Coco's in front of the mirror, zipping into her wedding dress and fixing lipstick when Katie knocks and calls through the door. "You alright in there?" Coco laughs, says she's nervous but good, so Katie backs off. Two minutes later Coco walks out with flowers and stops dead—Katie's standing in the middle of the living room in her own white dress, holding her bouquet too. They look at each other and the game’s up: this isn’t some joke, they’re about to marry each other. They say the vows low and sweet, hearts racing, then slip on matching bracelets that seal the deal even if the state says it can’t be legal. Katie’s still married to Coco’s other parent, so this is all theirs and secret. The second those bracelets click, they can’t keep their hands off. They kiss hard, dresses shoved up instead of off, tongues and fingers going everywhere. Silk gets pushed down, tits spill out, then the whole gowns finally hit the floor and bare skin takes over. They lick, suck, grind—wet, loud, greedy—promising the rest of their lives will be just like this: messy, hot, and completely theirs.