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Tying the Knot

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“Well fuck me, this place ain’t half bad,” Ari had a goofy grin as he entered the place, nodding as he glanced over the oak furniture and quilt blankets.

“Oh shut up,” Amoreena chuckled as she came in, slapping her man on the ass as she did. “Now move! I’m freezing my tits off!”

“Sure thing babe,” Ari shuffled in, his boots leaving a dusting of snow in his path. “Just saying it’s not what I was expecting for a wiccan cottage.”

“It’s not like my grandma ate children, Ari,” Amoreena rolled her eyes, throwing down her duffle bag she packed for the weekend and pulling off her puffy hiking jacket. “It’s just a cabin like any other, only I knew the people who lived in it.”

“Yeah, pretty sweet place,” Ari lumbered forward as he put down his suitcase and slapped on a light, the oak floors and furniture glowing in the old yellow lighting. Only the faintest layer of dust showing no one had been around for a while.

“Just so I understand exactly what kind of goofball I married,” Amoreena pulled her boots off, her feet in thick wool socks to keep them warm, her tight jeans had rips in them and her skin was rosy pink from the cold. “What the hell did you think it was going to look like?”

“Honestly?” Ari grinned pulling off his knitted cap and shaking the snow off it, his Bostin accent elongating his vowels. “I was expecting it to be more cottage core, you know what I’m saying? More hanging dried flowers and less…puzzles.”

Ari smirked as he looked at the shelf above the breakfast nook. Dozens of old puzzles stacked like bricks.

“I half expected you to say there would be a cauldron and an oven large enough to fit a child. Maybe made of candy too?” Amoreena smirked, her lips protected from the cold by a glossy film of chapstick, her eyes looking up through her lashes with a questioning glare. “I know your abuela wouldn’t have approved of my grandma’s lifestyle.”

“To be fair,” Ari shouldered off his coat one large shoulder at a time, the guy built like a large strong man, his tawny skin even darker with the low light. “I don’t think she approves of anyone really. Though, she likes you.”

“Just not my faith, I get it. Hate the sin not the sinner and all that jazz.”

“Oh she hate’s jazz,” Ari chuckled.

“When did she care for any music besides church hymns,” Amoreena rolled her eyes, stuffing her mittens into her coat and hanging it up on the hooks by the door.

“Well, she prefers them be in Latin, like the good lord intended,” Ari shrugged and handed his coat to his wife for her to hang it for him.

“Well, I prefer my music to be in English, thank you very much,” Amoreena smiled and hung her man’s coat up. “Though I like one thing to be Latin.”

“Oh, what’s that?” Ari cocked a brow, but a sly grin belied his ignorance. He knew where she was going with this, but wanted to give her the punchline.

“My men,” Amroeena came forward, her arms coming up to wrap around Ari’s neck and press her lips against his. He had to bend down for her to reach and she had to get up on her tip toes. The gentle smacking of lips and tongues filled the air as Amoreena and Ari kissed in the entryway, bathed in the glow of last century’s lighting.

“Okay, you go unpack and I’ll get a fire going,” Amoreena ordered, patting his cheek.

“One more kiss,” Ari leaned in and tried to press his lips against hers, but she pulled away.

“Sorry, someone clomped a bunch of snow on the way in,” Amoreena sidestepped out of the small puddle of melted snow. “Mood’s passed.”

“Oh, sorry babe,” Ari scratched the back of his head.

“No worries. You can clean it up after you unpack and I’ll get more heat in this house.”

“Isn’t the heat electric?” Ari cocked a brow.

“It is, but it sucks. Works better with the fireplace. Besides, nothing’s better than a Yule log on solstice eve.”

“Oh, gotcha,” Ari pursed his lips as he picked up the suitcase. “Hey, so is this just a way of honoring your grandma, or is it so you can show me up with your Boy Scout skills?”

“Ari,” Amoreena turned, lifting her arm and flexing it, a powerful ball of muzzle filling her flannel shirt. “Can’t it be both?”

“Okay,” Ari chuckled, rolling his eyes and picking up their luggage, easily hauling it all. “I’ll get the bedroom ready, you can do the living room and food.

“You got it baby!” Amoreena shouted over her shoulder as she strode further into the cabin. Amoreena got to the fireplace and hung her beany up on a hook over the mantel. Memories of putting her clothes on that hook and her siblings over the winters swam in her mind’s eye. She shook her head and adjusted her hair back, her pixy cut matted in strange ways from her beany. She just combed it back into place as best she could with her nails before she grabbed the kindling and a log. It was a strong looking oak and she felt a warmth in her fingers despite the cool wood.

“I wish you could have met him,” Amoreena sighed, putting the log in the fireplace, not bothering to clean up the ashes from the last fire. She tore a paper bag and got some wood chips. With the strike of a match she set the chain reaction in motion. First the kindling, then the twigs, then the log. She gently blew on the embers, making sure they could breathe. Sure, she wanted to show off her fire making skills, but it was more about her grandmother. She always said it was because the hearth was the heart of the home, but everyone just thought she was a little pyromaniac. Amoreena thought that too, but she got it now. She was a pyromaniac and a family woman.

Amoreena swiped the dampness from her eyes and peeled off her socks and set them above the fireplace with her beanie. Amoreena sat there watching the flames slowly curl up the chips and roll across the paper. The way the flames grew and sprung from a single match was its own special kind of magic. The lights of the fire danced, weaving warmth over Amoreena, her hands stretching out, her fingers pink form the cold. The light caught her wedding ring, the diamond dazzling with yellows and oranges.

She didn’t know how long she had sat there. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but either way the log was alight, crackling in its grate. The only thing that brought her out of it were a pair of warm lips on the crown of her head.

“Hey, you doin’ okay baby?” Ari asked, his large form squatting down behind her.

“Yeah,” Amoreena took a deep breath, her eyes glistening, her nose pink. “I just miss her sometimes, ya know. She would have liked you.”

“From what you told me, she would have put me to work in no time.”

“Yeah,” Amoreena gave a little chuckle, sniffing and leaning back into her man. “Yeah, I can hear her now. ‘Big strong man like you was built for work.’”

“I can’t tell, is that more racist or sexist?” Ari asked.

“Oh you fucking fool,” Amoreena chuckled, almost giggling. “She just wanted more hands in the garden whenever she got the chance.”

“Don’t worry baby, I’m your perfect fool,” Ari gently pressed his lips against the crown of Amoreena’s head, his nose brushing her scalp, the smell of her conditioner filling his nose.

“Yeah you are,” Amoreena slung her arm up around his neck, pulling herself closer so her back was flush with his chest. “Okay, enough moping around. I have some food to put away.”

“I already did it,” Ari smirked. “You looked so interested in your pyromania, I didn’t want to disturb my little arson.”

“Thanks,” Amoreena leaned back, kissing her man on the cheek, his light stubble brushing against her lips. “You know, it’s important to burn a Yule log on the eve of the solstice.”

“Really? How so?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be a massive log, a giant oak that burns for twelve days. My grandparents would have a real ‘hoot and a holler’ as they say. Dancing out in the snow, drinking mulled wine, and roasting ham. Human and fur alike would join in. The community kind of fell apart before I was old enough to really enjoy most of it, so I never really saw a big burning. But we still made sweet biscuits and my grandma would slip me a sip of mulled wine here and there. It tasted awful. Like drinking potpourri. I think I was just young, but then again, my grandma believed in cheap wine and home grown spices. God knows what she put in there to get that flavor. My mom has the recipe card somewhere, and I’m sure I could find the spices somewhere in her cabinets, but…god I don’t know.”

“You’re right, I would have loved to meet her.” Ari took her hand and brought it to his lips, tenderly kissing it. “Though, my abuela would have given her a good whack with a wooden spoon for serving alcohol to children.”

“And she would have taken her lumps with pride,” Amoreena smirked. “There were a lot of times my parents tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t be told what to do. I admired her stubbornness for fun. I mean, her favorite movie was ‘Green Fried Tomatoes.’ That should tell you a lot about her.”

“I saw some VHS tapes in the living room. You want to maybe take some time and watch a movie tonight instead of breaking in the bedroom?”

“I mean…yes and no,” Amoreena took a deep breath. “I didn’t think I’d feel like this when I got here. I thought it would be all fun, just the way she would have wanted.”

“No one can tell you how to grieve, baby,” Ari kissed the crown of her head. “We got popcorn and rum. Why not take the night to settle in. We got a whole week up here and I assure you we ain’t going to be watching movies the whole time.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Amoreena got her feet beneath her and hauled herself up, using her man’s shoulder to steady herself. “I’ll get the popcorn ready. Wil ya make me the rum and coke drinks I like?”

“You got it, kitten,” Ari took his woman’s hands in his and gave her a tender little kiss before turning off to grab what he needed.

“Oh, don’t forget the lime,” Amoreena shouted as she went into the kitchen.

“What do I look like? A heathen!” Ari joked as he went to go pull some sodas and rum from the snow out front. “This Broad! Thinking you can even make a rum and coke without lime. Next she’ll say she wants decaf coffee!” Ari pretended to grumble grievances as he got what he needed, the two joking about married life and how they’re already a grumpy old couple.

The rest of that night was them watching movies, throwing popcorn in each other’s mouths and getting drunk off of rum. Sure enough, Ari was true to his word and didn’t try to slip his hand over his woman’s chest, or play with her neck the way she liked. No, it was just a simple crap-fest of old movies that simply didn’t hold up to the test of time. Though, Ari loved to shout “TOWANDA” now whenever he was barreling down a hallway or getting ready to surprise his wife. It was the perfect start to their vacation.

***

The next day Ari helped nurse Amoreena’s hangover with some breakfast in bed, the two enjoying the fact no one could be angry about getting crumbs on the sheets. The rest of the day was spent snowshoeing through the forests and over the frozen lake, the winter having covered everything in a thick blanket of white. When they got back they started another fire and warmed up before Amoreena went out again to set up an ice fishing tent.

Ari got the auger and drilled a hole for them while having a space heater to keep the tent nice and toasty. The snow in the tent melted away to reveal the ice beneath, the glossy layer of wet making it see-through. The only thing they could see was the dark inky waters and the bubbles caught in the ice, but with the way the space heater glowed it was like little pieces of light were frozen in time. They caught a few decent sized fish for dinner that night and decided to pack up and head back.

“Hey, you go keep the fire going and I’ll go clean the fish in the garage,” Amoreena made her way up into the small shack off the cabin.

“What if I wanted to clean and gut?” Ari cocked a brow.

“Yeah, last time I let that happen, we had more scales and bones than actual meat. I got it honey. You just get yourself out of the cold, princess.” Amoreena joked.

“Will do charming!” Ari shot back, knocking the snow off his boots before going inside. Amoreena took their catch over to the shack. There they had running water and power, so she flipped the electric space heater on to keep her feet warm while setting up the plastic filleting table. They used to have an old wooden board they would clean their fish on, but it was so much easier to use a plastic table and hose it off afterwards. Also, the plastic didn’t hold the fish stink as bad. At least that’s what grandpa had insisted.

Amoreena set her fish up on the table and went to go get a pan for the fillets when she paused. There was a photo hanging up on the wall, caked with dust. She brushed her fingers across it, the muck flaking away to reveal a younger version of her grandparents at their fiftieth wedding anniversary. There was a big cake and all her aunts and uncles were there, and in front of the cake was her grandparent’s old handfasting cord.

“Huh…I wonder if Ari would ever be into that kind of thing.” Amoreena pondered, thinking if this would be their life in fifty years. She looked at the other photos of her grandfather and his fishing buddies. Plenty of wolf and otter anthros retired up in these woods, so it wasn’t a surprise when there was a picture of her grandpa, fat in his old age with a balding wolf anthro along with a bloated otter with glasses as thick as the ice sheet they just drilled through.

Amoreena shrugged, the cold nipping at her fingers and nose. She had work to do, and the space heater would help keep her warm. She got to filleting the fish, using her grandpa’s old knives and special tools for gutting and skinning, donning the old apron to keep her clothes from getting fishy. They mainly caught bass, but there was a decent pike as well. Ari was particularly proud of that one.

She sliced the meat away and put the fillets into an old tin bake pan filled with water. She then hosed off the table and set it in the garage before taking the fish back to the cabin.

“Hey Ari! Please tell me they still have some of the lemon soap!” Amoreena shouted, taking her clothes of. “I reek like a fish’s asshole and I’m not going to have that on my hands all…night…”

Amoreena sniffed the air, the headed smell of cinnamon and cloves warming her nose. The faintest hint of orange peel and rose bud tingled in the air and tickled the back of her throat.

“Ari?” Amoreena took the pan into the kitchen where Ari stood, ladling plum colored drink from a pot on the stove, the faintest wisps of steam curling from it.

“You’re just in time,” Ari smiled, the big guy wearing a thick sweater with a deer head, his thick thighs clad in denim. “Just finished.”

“What…did you make mulled wine?” Amoreena asked.

“Here,” Ari took the fish pan and handed her the glass. It was warm in her hands. It was an old eggnog glass her grandma called her fancy glassware that she got from a church auction forever ago. It was just a glass mug with a stem and base, but it was perfect for this.

“Take a sip, but blow on it first, it’s a little hot,” Ari urged.

Amoreena looked at the glass and then back at Ari. She put it to her lips and took the tinniest sip. Instantly she was reminded of Yules past, her eyes closing as the memories curled around her mind with the warm spices and earthy tones. She remembered her grandmother’s voice, her own mother scolding her for taking a drink without asking them first, eating nut loaf and gingerbread, running in the snow and tackling her cousins, even a bloody nose she gave her brother out in the dark.

“Holy shit,” Amoreena gasped. “How…this is the thing, this is the stuffy-stuff my grandma made. How did you get the recipe?”

“I have my ways,” Ari smirked, pouring himself a glass.

“I bet if I look at your phone I would find my mother was your last call,” Amoreena smiled, putting her hand to her lips as her eyes glistened.

“Babe?” Ari turned and saw the tears, setting his glass down. “What’s wrong?” Ari crouched down to look her in the eyes, his big smile on his face.

“No, it’s just…I think this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and…it tastes so good, and my fingers smell like fish ass.” Amoreena sniffed her tears back, setting her glass down and going to wash her hands.

“Hey, you okay?” Ari came over, putting his hand on her back as Amoreena aggressively pumped lemon soap on her hands to get the reek of fish off them as fast as she could.

“Yeah, I…I think…I think I’m better than I’ve been in a long, long time,” Amoreena smiled, cleaning her hands and drying them on a rag. She turned and leaned against the sink with a sniff. “I fucking love you, you big fool.”

“A fool for you babe,” Ari smirked, handing the wine back to her. “And I love you too. Come on, how about you throw another log on the fire and we can get all toasty together.” Ari turned the heat off on the stove and capped the wine. “We got a lot of wine to drink on our own if we’re going to be properly celebrating this Yule thing.”

“This ‘Yule thing,’” Amoreena smirked. “Don’t lose all the points you just scored by downplaying the very thing that’s gunna get you laid tonight.”

“Shit, really?” Ari turned and smirked. “Well, then let the Yuletide roll baby! I’ll serf that wave to the promised land!”

“You just mixed Yule, surfing, and Judaism all into one thing,” Amoreena shook her head. “Only you.”

“Please say I’m still getting laid tonight,” Ari play begged.

“Maybe, if you play your cards right,” Amoreena threw another log on the fire and sat before it to stoke it properly.

“Oh? And what would be a winning hand?” Ari sat next to her, clinking his glass against hers.

“I don’t know, but I don’t know what’s going to top the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I could give you a foot message,” Ari bounced his brows before curving them into his sly grin. “Or I could go down on you.”

“Both of those would be as much for you as it is for me,” Amoreena smirked. “Though, the going down on me part does sound nice. I was thinking I might be able to do something for you.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Well, you know those condoms you brought?”

“Yeah?”

“Toss um,” Amoreena gave him a kiss on the cheek and sipped from her mug.

“Oh my,” Ari chuckled, leaning into his girl. “Did you just give me the all clear to raw dog this week?”

“I know we’re extra careful all the time, but I’m on the pill so no worries there.” Amoreena smirked, flexing her toes in her thick socks in front of the fire. “I mean, how many times has your abuela asked us when we’re going to have kids? We should at least pretend we’re trying, right?”

“Oh fuck babe, you just let the dog off the leash! Aow-aow-AWOOOOGA!” Ari shouted. “You bet your ass I’m going to find any way to make you hot and heavy.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Amoreena smiled, though the gesture was nice, and she knew Ari would be going nuts over getting to raw his way through the week, she felt as though it still paled in comparison for the super sweet gesture he just pulled. Then she got an idea.

“Hey,” Amoreena started, sipping some of her wine. “Do you mind if we do something special tonight?”

“I don’t know, will we be playing it fast and loose?” Ari bounced his brows at her. She just rolled her eyes.

“I assure you, not-so-little Ari will have his play time, but I was thinking we could do something to honor my grandma tonight.”

“Oh really? What were you thinking?”

“Well…have you ever heard of handfasting?”

“No, not really,” Ari cocked his head.

“Oh, I’m going to learn you something really good tonight,” Amoreena smirked. “We just need to find some rope.”

Ari’s eyes went wide as a mischievous grin played on Amoreena’s lips as she took a sip of her wine.

“What did I just get myself into?” Ari asked.

“Just remember,” Amoreena leaned into his ear and whispered her next words with an almost threatening kiss. “You picked me.”

Ari gulped.

“You big baby,” Amoreena smiled, pressing her lips against his. She could feel the tension slipping from his body as their lips smacked gently against one another’s, their tongues slowly coming to dance around each other. It was a delicate swirl of lips and tongue, a soft display of affection that sapped any worry Ari had. Amoreena pulled away with a gentle smack of their lips.

“You good now?”

“Oh yeah…better than good. You can tie me up all you want baby,” Ari smirked, a big blush on his cheeks and his eyes hazy.

“Good,” Amoreena went back in for another kiss. Tenderly pushing and pulling, lightly sucking on Ari’s bottom lip and their tongues curling around each other again before they settled themselves in front of the fire.

***

You couldn’t ask for a better night for a handfasting ritual. Full moon, longest night of the year, the rebirth of the sun and a show of good fortune! The pieces couldn’t have fallen into place better. The two had found an old, large, dried out log in the woods and hauled it up to the fire pit, dug the snow out to keep things nice and dry, and got a real, proper bonfire roaring. It was so warm they even ditched their coats, wearing warm sweaters as they stood before the flame.

“So, you ready to do this?” Amoreena asked, holding up the rope, giving it a few tugs to pull it taut.

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” Ari waved his phone with the script glowing on its screen. “I got the knot instructions and everything. You sure this wasn’t just another excuse to show off your Boy Scout skills again? Setting fires, tying knots, sounds a lot like you’re trying to trick me into camping.”

“When have I ever tricked you into anything,” Amoreena gave mock distain, clearly having a past of being an instigator. “Now come over here and keep the phone up so I know what I’m doing.”

Amoreena fumbled through weaving the rope together, the rope just an old coil she found in her grandpa’s shed. It was scratchy and rough, but it would get the job done. She had to undo it a couple of times to get it right, but soon enough she had it all ready.

“Okay, so just hold onto this part and pull when I say,” Amoreena took the phone from Ari and scrolled down to the saying. “With this cord, I bind my life to yours. I pledge to honor, cherish, and love you for all of my days. Let this knot be a symbol of our eternal bond and the love we share.”

Amoreena then handed the phone to Ari and he repeated the message, fumbling through the words. This felt like their wedding day all over again, but for some reason it felt far more intimate, so much more real and down to earth to who they were deep in their bones. The church was for show, but this was so much more primal and grounded, connected to the earth. It was a ceremony of love, binding them together, fastening their bodies and souls.

“Okay,” Ari finished. “So what now?”

“Now we pull,” Amoreena gently pulled back, Ari doing the same. “No matter the distance, the paths we walk are now one and together,” Amoreena stated, the rope pulling through, sipping over their hands and forming a knot. “The farther we are the stronger the bond, and the closer we are, the safer the tie.”

“Oh wow! That’s so cool how it just slips through!” Ari’s eyes were wide. “Wait, did we just ‘tie the knot’ again?” Ari smirked.

“Yup, you’re officially a dirty pagan like my grandmother and I,” Amoreena smirked. “Midnight feasts, naked dancing, and communing with the forces that be.”

“Shit, that doesn’t sound half bad,” Ari gave a little tug on their hand fastening rope, causing Amoreena to fall forward. As though in a practiced motion, he twisted the rope around her, the knot pressing against her heart as he pulled her into his arms. “So, where do I sign up for the naked dancing?”

“That was a joke, ya fool,” Amoreena rolled her eyes. “Smooth move by the way.”

“Oh, better not tell abuela about that, she hate’s jokes,” Ari chuckled and kissed his woman’s neck, the warmth of the fire tinging her skin with the taste of cedar and smoke. “And I got moves. They normally end with me on my ass, but once in a blue moon they pan out.”

“Ari,” Amoreena turned to face her husband. “Never change.”

Before Ari could say anything Amoreena had leapt up and pressed her lips against his. Ari instinctively gripped her up by her ass, cradling her buns in his strong hands as their lips smacked, their tongues lulling around each other’s. The vast difference between the hot of the fire and the icy wind circled around them, coiling in their lungs and prickling over their skin. A gentle gust brushed over the flames, bathing them in a crackling warmth and cloud of smoke, sparks flying over their bodies as sparks shot in their veins.

Their rope was tossed to the side, forgotten in the snow, a mere symbol of what they were about to do. Amoreena broke the kiss, looking down into her man’s eyes, their hearts beating against one another as though they could burst from their chests and meld into one as well.

“I really did find the perfect man, huh,” Amoreena smiled.

“You getting all mushy on me, Kitten?” Ari kissed her cheek.

“Ah, you wish,” Amoreena swiped a tear away and sniffed. “That was from the cold and the smoke.”

“Sure, baby doll,” Ari brushed his thumb over her cheek, brushing away the damp. “I love you too.”

Amoreena came in for another kiss before letting herself slip back down to the ground. Ari’s hands slipped up her sides, her sweater riding up her body, the dancing flames catching her alabaster skin, the light ivory kissed by the orange rays of the flames. Amoreena did the same to her man, her hands rolling up his belly, the strong core covered by a healthy layer of fat. He seemed harrier than normal, having stopped trimming due to the cold. Soon they were both topless, Ari’s sweater thrown to the side to join their knot and Amoreena doing the same. Her chest was exposed, a duo of lovely petite breasts casting soft shadows across her body, her nips growing hard in the cold.

“It a bit cold, Kitten?” Ari asked, his hands coming to gently cup her breasts, each one gently messaging them just the way she liked. “Can’t let the girls freeze.”

“Oh Ari, I know you’re being a goof, but I can’t help but just feel so connected to you right now,” Amoreena smirked. “You know I’m not totally, all-in on this spiritual stuff, but I feel like I’m connected to you in a whole new way than before.”

“Girl, same,” Ari smirked, gently playing with her breasts, keeping them warm as he kissed her forehead. “I feel all tingly inside. It might be the wine, but I feel amazing.”

Ari’s hands slipped behind his wife, cradling her and gently laying her down on the blanket before the fire. He went down and lifted her legs, pulling off her boots one at a time and tenderly kissing her wool covered sole before setting her boots next to the fire to dry. He then popped the button of her jeans, kissing her bellybutton ring and pausing.

“Can I?” Ari asked, his lips curving into a grin against her belly.

“Oh, you better,” Amoreena chuckled. Ari simply grinned wider, pulling her pants down and discarding them with the other clothes. He pulled down her underwear at the same time, exposing her body fully to the cold, the warmth of the fire crackling keeping them in a constant state of burning and frozen. Ari looked down at his wife, the woman was a Valkyrie goddess. Her powerful frame was still supple. Maybe if she flexed super hard she might have the shadow of a four pack, but she had a healthy layer of fat that curved out all her angled edges. His hands rolled over her hips, his thick fingers coming to cup her ass cheeks as he slowly kissed his way down. His chin brushed through the tinny patch of pubic hair before he found his prize, the pert pussy he loved so much.

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