I know...yet another story...but I have been writing on this one for a while now...so there are some updates stored. Hope you like it. :D -Marci

The sun streams in the open bay window, slanting across her face and recalling her to consciousness. The first thing that she notices is the bitter taste in her mouth from last night's tequila. The events are blurry, which in itself promises that a fun time was had. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut as the arteries in her head pound out an all too familiar rhythm—hung over, hung over, hung over.

A slight groan escapes from her chapped lips as images from the previous night play on the back of her eyelids like a movie on a screen: tequila shots, blue eyes, dark hair, arching back, screams of pleasure. A large chunk of the move seems to be missing, several frames appear to have been cut out.

The bed shifts on the opposite side, alerting her for the first time of the presence of another body in the bed with her. She slightly opens one eyelid, afraid of what might greet her blurry sight. A mass of dark curly hair is all that she sees before quickly closing her eye, as she is unable to restrain the small gasp of surprise that escapes from her trachea. She immediately places her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, not wanting to wake the stranger.

She extends one leg behind her, searching for the edge of the bed, hoping for a clean escape. Her manicured toes peak out from underneath the clean white sheet as foot finally meets air. Her eyes remain fixed on the mysterious head of dark air as she slowly inches her way backwards towards freedom.

She is almost there. Only inches to go until she is clear of the bed. Just as her hip touches the edge of the bed, the mysterious stranger shifts, startling her and causing her to fall off of the bed and onto her ass, pulling the sheet with her. She immediately jumps up and wraps the sheet around her body, her eyes immediately falling on the tanned and toned naked figure stretched out before her.

Her eyes travel down his muscular back to the dip just before the beginning of his well-formed ass. Her eyes continue on their downward journey to his thick, muscular thighs, littered with dark strands of rough hair. She is so caught up in drinking in the sight of him that she doesn't notice that he has turned his head and is now watching her progress with a smirk on his face.

His deep, husky voice, heavy with sleep, startles her from her silent appreciation of his finely carved features.

"Like what you see?"

She jumps and emits a small squeaky noise as she struggles to keep the sheet wrapped around her body. Her face turns a deep shade of crimson as her green eyes finally meet his blue.

"I…umm…well…I…"

His hearty chuckle interrupts her inefficient ramble as he runs his hand through his unruly mop of hair. That is when she notices it. The sun dances off of a thin band of gold on his left hand. She gasps.

"You're married!"

A confused look spreads across his face as he glances at the thin band of metal. He looks at her with questioning eyes, before a smirk crosses his face.

"So are you."

"I am not!" she responds in a voice full of disdain.

Another chuckle shakes his body as he motions toward her with his left hand.

"See for yourself" he tells her in a voice that is becoming more awake with each passing moment.

She looks down at her left hand and gasps in shock at the band that is placed on her left ring finger. She looks back up at him with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"But…how? I…"

Her sentence drifts off into silence as her gaze becomes fixed on that small piece of jewelry that symbolizes too much. She doesn't even notice when he gets out of bed or when he pulls on a pair of blue and white striped boxers.

"I…I don't get it."

He smiles warmly as he approaches her.

"Exactly how much do you remember about last night?"

She bites on her bottom lip as she stares at the floor. She doesn't want to tell him that about the only thing she remembers from last night was the multiple screaming orgasms.

He chuckles as he shoves a piece of paper towards her. She stares at the thin sheet of paper, wondering where and when he came to have it in his hand.

"Judging by this, I'm venturing to guess that some minister dressed as Elvis married our drunk asses last night," he says as he forces the now weighty document into her hands.

Her mouth falls agape as she stares at the piece of paper, which she now knows to be a marriage license. This can't be. She can't leave Vegas with a husband. She can't leave Vegas as a wife.

She instantly drops the certificate proving their nuptials as if it is a hot coal. She wraps the white sheet tighter around her body as she begins to search the room frantically for her belongings. He watches her with a bemused expression as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?" he asks her, clearly amused by her flustered behavior.

She picks up her black lacy bra from a lamp shade near the bed before turning to face him.

"No. There will be no talking."

She continues her frantic search about the room.

"Sex? What about sex?"

She sighs in frustration as she turns to face him. "No. There will be no more sex. Ever. There will never be any more sex."

"Well then, we may have a problem."

She walks up to him in short, brisk strides. "You think?! Are you just now figuring out that we may have a problem?! Seriously?!" She pauses for a moment and turns away before quickly turning back to him. "Seriously?!"

With these words she picks up her last article of clothing and heads towards the door, not caring that she is dressed only in a sheet from wanting to escape the mysterious stranger as quickly as possible.

"So what are we supposed to do?"

She turns to face him. She inhales deeply to calm her nerves before speaking.

"Look, I'm sure you're a great person…"

"Derek."

"I'm sure you're a great person, Derek, but this is Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

Before he has a chance to speak she runs out of the room, leaving him standing there in shock. By the time he runs out into the hallway to look for her, she is already gone.

He walks back into the room and picks the license up off of the floor.

"Goodbye, Meredith."