Stressful Wedding

Codi steps into the room carrying a nervous buzz under her skin. She greets Natasha with a half-smile, slips out of her dress, and settles onto the table, bare, warm, soft all over. Natasha’s palms press firm and slow, kneading knots from Codi’s shoulders and the heavy curves beneath her ribs. Knots give. Muscles loosen. And then Codi speaks, almost under her breath: tomorrow she’ll say yes and become someone’s wife. Natasha’s hands never pause, only shift lower, thumbs gliding along the dip of Codi’s waist and the rise of her hips. A silent offer passes between them. Codi spreads her thighs a fraction, and Natasha’s touch answers. Fingers find the wet heat between them, unhurried, deliberate. One slide inside, then another. Codi’s breath hitches; her back arches. The room fills with the wet, rhythmic sound of Natasha’s fingers stroking her deep, her thumb circling the tight bud above until Codi breaks, thighs shaking, voice low and grateful. Moments later Codi lies flushed and trembling, the tension gone from her body. She walks out ready to promise forever.