THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Epilogue

They were married ten days later, on a glorious, cool January London day. The sun was shining, fluffy white clouds scudded by in the brilliant blue, windy sky, and theirs was the only wedding high society had ever seen with a pig in attendance.

Freen told Becky to do whatever she wanted with their wedding, and thus they were married outside in her grandfather's rose garden. The bride was barefoot and wore a bias-cut georgette dress with a charmeuse tieback that made her look like a Grecian goddess. Freen wore the Armani suit she'd bought for The Dance for Animals.

A totally shocked Lookkaew flew out from Chicago with Anda to be Becky's matron of honor, and a grinning Heng, complete with a pirate hat, was Freen's best man. Freen's parents, stunned, flew in as well.

Phillip Armstrong walked Becky down the grassy aisle, with folding lawn chairs on either side. Eddie was the official "pig wrangler" for the day. Riley, Fluffy, Pepe, and the Pekes all sported brand-new bows, and Lafitte even managed to restrain himself during the ceremony as he perched on Danielle's shoulder.

And afterward, there was a killer reception at the mansion, with a band that played far into the night, tons of the most glorious food, and a spectacular wedding cake glazed with dark chocolate and covered with milk chocolate mosaic tiles.

But no one could stop talking about the pig.

"And you still get the million dollars, Becky, because the bet we had was that you would only be intimate with your life partner," Her grandfather said, his hazel eyes twinkling."

"I don't need it now," Becky said as she looked up at Freen. "I think I have something worth a lot more than a million."

"My darling, it was a ridiculous bet, and I couldn't agree with you more."
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That night Freen and Becky shared a suite at the St. Francis hotel. The following morning, they were taking a limo to London Airport and flying to Tahiti, where a two-week sail of the islands awaited them. Becky had wanted  Freen to pick their honeymoon destination and hadn't known that Freen loved to sail.

"Captain Chankimha, eh?" Becky teased her.

But tonight, as Freen unlocked the door to their suite and carried her inside, the only thing on Becky's mind was her wife's right buttock.

Freen had been surprisingly modest about her seeing her naked since l'affaire de tattoo, but now that they were married, Becky knew she could deman her marital viewing rights.

"Before I strip down for you," Freen said, "there's something I want to give you." And she handed her a present, beautifully wrapped. It felt like a rectangular box, and as she took it from her, she said, "but you've already given me so much."

"Never enough," Freen replied. "Open it."

Becky did, and was delighted to find her original purple Mardi Gras mask from the bachelor party in December.

Freen had it mounted in a Plexiglas box so it could be hung on a wall, the last vestiges of her night as Mon, the exotic dancer.

"I love it!" Becky said. And Becky knew that every time she looked at that mask, she'd remember her first wild night with Freen.

But she couldn't distract her any longer. "Okay, now strip!"

Becky sat back on the large, king-sized bed as Freen slowly began to take off her suit.

"Somehow," Freen said, "it's just not as much as fun when I do it."

"Speak for yourself," Becky said. "And don't stall, or I'll make you dance naked to music."

"Promises, promises," Freen muttered, and Becky laughed.

When she was finally naked, she walked towards her, still not revealing the tattoo she'd selected.

"Your turn," Freen said, and helped her shed her clothing with record speed. And then Freen was kissing her, and Becky forgot all about her tattoo.

Just before she fell asleep, she mumbled a sleepy, "Wait a minute...."

Freen laughed softly.

"Turn over, you sneak."

Freen did as she told her to, and when Becky saw what was tattooed on her right buttock, she dissolved into gales of laughter. And Freen smiled, knowing she'd pleased her.

On Freen's right buttock, as clear as day, was a small cartoon cat wearing a purple Mardi Gras mask.

"Mon with a mask," Freen whispered as she kissed her, and Becky found herself suddenly not sleepy at all.

"You think I am cat?" Becky asked.

"You will always be my kitten, teerak," Freen said and kissed Becky again and cuddled her until they both fell asleep in each others arms.

-THE END-

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A/N: Yay! Finally the end! It was an awesome journey everyone! Loved reading all the comments and reviews. You guys made my days better with your comments and votes! Thank you all so much. I will miss this story and you guys. I love you all to the fullest! Until next time loves. See yaaaaa <333