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"Are you kidding me?!"

Jackson rolls his eyes at her shrill voice beside him, her hands flying forward to grasp the older man's suit.

He steps forward and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her backwards.

She continues to lunge forward, panting heavy breaths as the priest grins.

"Aren't you a picture-perfect couple..."

April stares at him with a murderous glare, her eyes sharp daggers and her breathing harsh.

"Screw you! Divorce us now!"

"Sorry, Sweet-cheeks, no can do." He shakes his head and crosses his arms as he moves to stand behind his pulpit. He flicks through his book with a smirk. "I only bring couples together in harmony. I don't believe in all that divorce hoo-ha." He waves a hand about as he continues to stare down at his book.

Jackson groans, "Look, dude, we've been to twelve chapels before we actually found the right one. And you're going to tell us that you can't annul this thing?" He shakes a hand between him and April, obviously pointing out their 'marriage'.

The man shrugs, "No can do, Pretty Boy. You got yourself into this, you get yourself out of it. Find a fancy lawyer or some shit, I don't know what you rich folk do."

April squints her eyes, "I live in Seattle, you moron, and I don't plan on bringing him home with me!"

"Not my problemo, Sweet-cheeks." He shrugs again with a smile before walking away, throwing a denim jacket over his shoulders.

"You're not even a real priest!"

"We're in Vegas, Sweetheart, no one's a real priest."

He walks away then, leaving the happy couple to stand in an angry silence.

"Where do you live anyway?" She asks him after a moment, folding her arms over her chest with a sigh.

"Here."

"Vegas? Classy."

Jackson raises a brow, "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not some hot-shot surgeon." He shakes his head and closes his eyes for a second before rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm going back to the hotel."

"To my hotel room?"

"I live miles away and I want a shower. Yes, I'm going back to our hotel room."

"It's my hotel room."

He smirks at her as he starts to back away, out of the small chapel, "Well, I'm your husband now, so it's ours." He stretches his arms as he leaves the blessed building, sliding them into his jeans' pockets with the grin still on his face.


"I've been trying to reach you all day! Where've you been?"

Libby Kepner laughs on the other end of the line, "We're at some diner having lunch. We didn't think you'd want to come though because you're with that fine ass man candy."

April sighs, "What diner are you at?"

The eldest Kepner sister hums for a second before shaking her head on her end of the line, "I don't know. Listen, we'll just see you at the airport tomorrow, alright?"

"Do you happen to know what I did last night?"

"Apart from the stripper?" Libby teases and April rolls her eyes.

"No, like- I- Did I get married?"

There's a short silence on the other end as she waits for a reply.

"I might have attended your nuptials, yes."

"You were there?!"

Libby sighs, "Applecake, would you chill out? It was just a stupid drunken mistake, right? You can get it fixed easily, I mean this is Vegas for Christ's sake."

"Actually, no, I can't. Apparently, I am now officially married to the stripper. I can't believe you let me do this."

"It's not my fault that you were too drunk to think straight. This isn't my doing, April, this is all you. And him, I guess."

April stays still, weaving a hand through her crinkled hair with anxiety. How the hell is she supposed to get out of this? Better yet, how the hell could her sisters let her do it? Libby was supposed to be the wise one in their family, and April the quiet one. So how the hell did one of them get married and the other bare witness to the crime?

"How was it?"

April frowns then, confused by the question. What? The food? The hotel?

"What do you think? The sex."

The redhead pauses, heat rising to her cheeks suddenly and her mouth dry, "I- uh, I- I don't really remember."

"Have you seen the guy? How could you not remember?!" Libby shrieks.

April shrugs, "I don't know, I just- I've just completely blanked on everything that happened last night."

"Maybe you should just do it again, for remembrance sake..." Libby suggests, her mouth pouting and her eyebrows raised.

April takes a peek at the open bathroom door, hearing the sound of water running through the crease in the doorway. She thanks her stars that he's in the shower so he can't overhear their conversation.

"You're insane."

"You're horny."

"I am not."

Libby giggles, "Oh, you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't have taken so long to answer me. You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

April fidgets, her eyes staring at the bathroom door as though her gaze could burn holes through it. She's somehow allowed herself to imagine him behind it, to imagine his body behind the transparent shower door. His body naked and soaked with hot water.

Holy crap.

"No, I'm not. I'm hanging up now."

She catches her sister's laugh on the other end as she hangs up the phone, holding it tight within her grasp as she continues to ponder her move.

Maybe she should go in there and- What? Jump him? Join him? Climb him like a tree? Mount that shit? Get right on that?

No, she couldn't possibly.

But the thought of his rough and muscled build beneath her touch makes her shiver.

Holy crap.

When the hell did she turn into some sex-crazed maniac? Especially when she can't even remember her first time with him.

She throws her cell phone down onto the bed and shrugs her shoulders carelessly as she takes a step towards the door. Suddenly, the water stops and she freezes in her tracks, turning back around to avoid facing him when he exits the bathroom.

What the hell was she doing?

"Shower's free."

Jackson speaks as he leaves the steamy bathroom, clothed with only a towel around his waist as she makes the error of turning around.

Holy crap.

"Could you put some clothes on, please?"

He smirks, holding up his abandoned t-shirt, "I am too distracting for you?" He teases and he licks his lips.

April tries to avoid looking at his lips but fails greatly when he does it again, the grin still clear on his face.

He's fully aware of what he's doing to her, of the effect he's having on her, but he's not sure why he continues to torment her when he lifts his arms as if to stretch. His biceps and stomach muscles flex and he closely smirks at the look on her face.

"Problem?"

"I, uh- Nope."

He's fairly certain that the sex last night had been amazing, that she had been amazing, so he's pretty sure that's the reason behind his teasing.

It must be because he wants more, more from her, more for himself.

He smiles his winning grin, his green eyes bright and flashy as he steps closer to her.

"Are you going to keep staring at me like that for long?" He jokes.

April swallows a breath and bites her bottom lip, staying in place as he comes toward her, "I'm not staring at you."

"Yeah, you are. But you've seen it all before, so I don't know what you're so fascinated about." He tells her, stopping just in front of her.

"I don't- We just- I, uh, I don't remember that."

"You don't remember what?" He's so close that she can feel his breath against her mouth, that she can taste his lips for inches away.

She barely knows him at all.

She knows his first name, his work name, the state where he lives, his eye colour, his body shape. But aside from those facts, she knows absolutely nothing about the guy.

But that doesn't stop her from wanting him to touch her.

Again, apparently.

"Seeing it all." Her teeth bite into her lip dangerously as she glances down at the towel around his waist.

Holy crap.

"You don't remember us having sex?" He raises a brow with a hint of smile.

"No."

"You don't remember me taking your virginity?"

She pauses at that question, lifting her shoulders up and down slowly at the thought of her lost virtue. "No."

"You don't remember this?" He grasps her hand then, placing it over the swell beneath the towel, holding it over his groin.

April licks her lips and shrugs, "No."

She's somehow managed to completely forget about their predicament and instead focus on this man's hands and eyes. She's somehow managed to forget about their predicament and instead only plead for him to tend to her needs.

And she has needs, lots of them, so she figures that her new husband may as well be of some use.

Her new husband. The words seem so foreign, but she kind of pats herself on the back for at least marrying someone that looked like him. The guy was flawless. His face and body clear of any imperfection, his eyes bright and captivating, his mouth enchanting and his voice deep enough to send her over the edge. And he's somehow pulling her in with his charm and seductive attitude.

"What about this?" He leans down slightly, resting his lips against her shoulder, tugging the strap of her top down with his teeth.

She's powerless against him, taken under the spell of his sexiness and good looks.

April closes her eyes and leans into him, letting her head fall back slightly when he licks his way up her neck, stopping at the flesh just below her ear.

"Turn around."

"What?" She squeaks, eyes wide open and mouth agape.

He smirks against her skin, resting his hands down on her backside. "Turn. Around." He whispers slowly, his voice softly muffled by his closeness to her skin.

She obliges, spinning around with her back to him and her hands pressed against the side of the dresser. "What are you-" She stops herself from talking when she feels his fingers unzip her jeans and pop open the button before slipping them down her legs.

"Holy crap."

He smirks at her words, tugging her hair into his grasp and placing butterfly kisses along the back of her neck.

Her eyes are still closed and she shivers when he tugs down her underwear, sliding a hand over her heated core briefly before taking her hips within his hold.

Jackson leans down at her ear level again and she moans softly when she feels him against her, "This might hurt."


"Shower's free."

Jackson speaks as he leaves the steamy bathroom, clothed with only a towel around his waist.

She blinks then, shaking her head rapidly of any dirty thoughts and bringing herself back down to reality.

What the hell was she thinking?

"Okay." She quickly mutters, grabbing her belongings from her suitcase and heading into the now heated bathroom.

She closes and locks the door behind her before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

What the hell was she thinking?

As badly as she wants a divorce so she can start to get her life back on track, she wants nothing more than to kiss him. And touch him. And kiss him.

And yes, sure, they're married, technically, so she can do all of that without being some weirdo.

And yes, sure, he's her husband, so she can technically kiss him whenever she feels like it.

And yes, okay maybe, she's thinking way too much of it all.

Maybe he's not trying to entice her like she thought. Maybe that's just the way he is, being a stripper and all. Maybe he doesn't want her in that way again, and one time was enough. Maybe he wants a divorce as badly as she does.

But he sure isn't acting like it. He's acting like this is a joke, like he enjoys being married to her because it's funny, because it's torturing her.

Like he doesn't actually mind being her husband.

But she's pretty sure that she does.

She runs the water then and discards her clothes, tossing them onto the damp floor carelessly as she steps into the shower.

Holy crap.

It smells like him.


"Hey, you have to come and see this!"

She rolls her eyes as his voice travels through the door, and she throws her hairbrush on the side in a strop.

Angry Housewife it is.

She opens the door and frowns at his position on the bed. "Get off of my bed."

"It's our bed, and no." He glances back at her and shakes his head, "Come here."

She unwillingly steps towards him, resting her hands on her hips as he stares at the television. "What now?"

"I think this is what happened last night." He points to the screen and her eyes widen at the sight.

Holy crap.

"Is that- We-"

He licks his lips and nods, looking over at her uncertainly. "Yeah, we made a sex tape."

"Where the hell did you find this?"

"It was in the mini-refridgerator with the camera." He explains, holding the remote out in his hand, "You can turn it off if you want."

April grabs the controller, her eyes glued to the tv screen, "Oh my God, we're actually doing it." She whines, sitting herself down on the bed beside him, her shoulders dropped and her mouth wide.

"It's not too bad." He tries, turning his head to the side to get a better angle.

She smacks his chest and hisses, "It's a tape of us having sex! How is this not bad?!"

Jackson raises his hands innocently, glancing down at her, "Look, we're the only two who've seen it, alright? It's not like it's on the internet or anything. Besides, we look good."

She hits him again, "Seriously? Your main concern is what it looks like?"

"Hey, at least you know that your first time wasn't in an alley or something." He points out with a brow hitched.

She takes a deep breath and continues to watch her former self on the screen. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she'd apparently been pushed against a door, had her body bent over backwards, rode him like a cowgirl and stripped for him.

Holy crap.

"It's kinda hot."

"You're so gross." He expects her to punch his chest again, but finds himself surprised when her hand instead rests on his shoulder. April tilts her head and squints her eyes, "I did not know I could do that." She mutters as she watches herself.

"Yeah, you almost knocked me out." He teases and she grins.

April holds a finger out toward the screen, "Is it normal that my leg can go that far back?" She's turning her head to the side again to get a clearer shot.

Never in a million years had she imagined that she'd be watching her own porno.

"I was actually pretty surprised myself, especially when- Yeah, that." He talks about the tape, indicating to the part where they're on the floor. "I never would have taken you for a shouter."

She grimaces at the sound of herself screaming his name and panting to God with her legs straddling his roughly.

"What the hell were we drinking?"

"I have no idea." He shrugs, "We should definitely get some more though."

She hits him again.