Handfasting
Mary climbs out of her tent with the ribbon from a pair of pyjama pants, tripping over the lip of the tent and giggling as she stumbles towards where she left Remus sitting on a log by the fire.
“Oh my god you found a ribbon,” Remus cackles, doubling over with laughter as Mary approaches triumphant. She sits down on the log beside him.
“I told you I would, I’m very serious about this, we can’t have sex before...” Mary trails off, waving her hand around, “Something sembling marriage,” She finishes, a slight slur to her words.
Remus sits up, nodding seriously, “Yes, of course, we must not sin under the watchful eye of mother earth,” he says, blowing a kiss to the moon.
“O-ohkay alright, yes, alright give me your hand,” Mary says, holding out her hand to Remus. He wraps his fingers around hers, holding it.
“Nooo,” she giggles, guiding him to turn his hand over palm up, placing the end of the ribbon in his palm and sliding her wrist into it, clasping his. With her hand. “Like this,” She instructs, but when he turns his hand to clasp her wrist the ribbon falls to the ground. Mary giggles, letting go to bend down and collect it.
“Alright alright let's try again,” she says, handing him the ribbon. This time, he winds it around his finger to keep it in place.
“Okay perfect,” Mary nods her approval at their joined hands and glances at the dangling ribbon. “ I think now we wrap it round, yeah?”
“Seems right, yeah,” Remus says seriously, reaching for the end of the ribbon with his other hand.
“Uh, say something profound,” Mary says, brows furrowed and expression serious.
“Of course, yes, right.” Remus clears his throat: “It is with this sacred ribbon that we bind together this man, me, and this woman, Mary, in the most binding of rituals.” Remus begins attempting to wrap the ribbon around their hands. “God, we should have gotten James to help or something,” He mutters as he grabs the ribbon from the other side, and continues to bind their joined hands.
“In our binding together we are committed to be faithful to one another and not disrespect this, the holiest of vows,” he declares, finalising the wrapping of the ribbon with a flourish, tossing it over their hands. “For tonight,” he says under his breath, and Mary tries not to laugh.
“Do you vow to worship me, the way I deserve to be worshipped?” Mary asks, and Remus says,
“I do. Will you make me feel more special than anyone ever?”
Mary grins. “I will.”
“Will you make me cum more than anyone ever?” She asks,
“I’ll do my darndest,” Remus agrees.
“Then I think we’re good,”
“Yep,” Remus says, glancing up they lock eyes, grin, and then scramble off of the log and back towards Mary’s tent, their hands still entwined.