IR Ever After Part 4

Weddings are exhausting, even for professional athletes. By the time Riley and Ingrid reach the limo at the end of the night, they’re as drained as they would be after any difficult football match. As Riley is climbing in after Ingrid and her dress is everywhere, she ruefully thinks about a night about a week ago in which she was fantasizing about this. Their schedules don’t line up perfectly these days, and it’s been at least two weeks since they’ve even spent a night together, let alone done anything romantic. Riley had been alone in a hotel room in Seattle, and her jerkoff fantasy before bed had been consummating with Ingrid in the back of this limo. Of course, in her fantasy, Ingrid had been the one in the fancy dress.

Now that the moment is upon them, she realizes how absurd that is. Not that Riley was planning to do it or anything. They’re tired, their feet hurt, and now that Riley is wearing a wedding dress, she’s profoundly conscious of how difficult it is to do anything in it at all.

Naturally, it gets caught on the seatbelt and Ingrid has to help her get it free. Finally, the door is shut and they’re sitting there. A quiet moment passes before the car starts to move. Riley snorts, then looks over at Ingrid, who’s pink and elated. They’ve been together a while, but there’s still a small language barrier and a lot that Riley doesn’t know about her bride. Everything about Ingrid is weird when Riley thinks about it. She’s a remarkable natural beauty but doesn’t dress for it or put any effort into it. In the real world, away from FUTA, she wears jeans and crewneck sweaters with dogs and snowflakes on them. Half the time her hair isn’t even done; it’s in a messy ponytail or irresponsibly loose. Sometimes she’ll blush and seem almost demure, and other times she’s quite forthright about things relating to intimacy. And finally, some things awaken this weird, not exactly goblin, but goblin-adjacent energy in Ingrid.

Apparently, matrimony is one of those things, because Ingrid has to be as tired as Riley, but she is buzzing over there, even as she picks up the overnight bag on the floor of the limo.

She sees Riley looking at her and impulsively leans in for a kiss. That’s not strange; Ingrid can never get enough kissing, but the way that she does it with her hand on the back of Riley’s neck is out of character. Yes. The Ingrid goblin energy is crackling tonight.

Still shaken from the encounter with Fru Satan, Riley feels out of her depth. But Fru Satan isn’t here, and Ingrid is. It’s time to think about her wedding night.