Author's Note: The truth about last night comes out! Thanks gain for reading and reviewing, I really appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or anything else you might recognize.

Chapter 7

The four friends decided to put aside talk of last night until after breakfast. So they ate good food and drank good coffee and talked of other things, like what they wanted to do today.

"We need to go shopping, Ally" Trish assured her. "The shopping here is supposed to be awesome, plus aren't you guys going golfing or something?"

Dez nodded as he sipped his coffee. "Yeah, we had planned on it, but our tee time isn't until three this afternoon, It's only eleven now. Austin has to go deal with the ditz though, and then there's that ass of yours Ally."

Trish, Austin and Ally all turned to look at Dez. "What the hell, dude?" Austin asked angrily as he looked at his friend in shock.

Dez looked confused by all of the attention. He turned to Austin, "Isn't that what we're calling him?"

Austin looked at Dez for a moment drawing his eyebrows together. He had to think about what Dez had just said for a second but he was the first to get it and relax. Then, he burst out laughing. "Yeah, man, that's what we're calling him. He's talking about John."

Trish and Ally exchanged a look as they started giggling. Ally shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Do we have to call him that?" she asked.

Austin nodded at her, as he continued laughing, "Oh yes. We really do."

She rolled her eyes at him and said, "We don't even know if he's tried to get a hold of me, maybe he realized that it was over all on his own, so I won't have to go see him."

Austin turned his head away and stopped laughing, he looked so guilty that Ally asked. "What? Come on, Austin, just tell me."

He picked up a piece of toast and slowly began spreading jam on it. He focused on the toast for so long, first with the jam and then shoving it in his mouth so he couldn't speak, that Ally spoke again. "Austin..." she warned.

"Okay, okay. Just don't get mad at me," he begged, setting down the toast, swallowing, and holding up both hands as if to protect himself. "Yesterday, when we were checking in, I set up some code words for people to use if they needed to get a hold of me or my guests. If someone wanted to find us, they had to use the code words. No code words, we're not here."

"Soooo," Ally drawled, "Since he didn't know the code words, he couldn't get the information to find us? Has he been trying to find me?"

Austin nodded, "The guy I spoke to said that both John and Jasmine had been trying to find out our suite number and how to get up here, but since they don't have rooms on one of these upper floors they can't get up here even if they did know where our room was. The manager was very helpful and I made sure to thank him for his discretion."

"Well," she replied, shaking her head at him. "Thanks, I guess. I'll have to try and call him, but later. We need to figure out what happened last night. Dez are you ready to help us remember?"

"Sure, sure," he said heading over to his laptop, which he had left connected to the TV. "If you all want to join me, we'll get started."

Trish and Ally both picked up their coffee cups and wandered over to the living area. Austin followed them, sitting next to Ally on the couch while Trish made herself comfortable in one of the chairs. Dez was pacing in front of the TV, impatiently waiting to get started.

"So," he began, "I'm assuming I can skip ahead to the kissing club?"

Ally flushed and looked down at her lap, while Austin shifted uncomfortably next to her. Austin said, "Dude, just start it."

Dez nodded and busied himself with his computer. Dez began to fast-forward and the images flashed quickly. The first images to appear on the screen were the four of them in the car as they left the hotel. There they were at the first club and then in the car again. Suddenly the images slowed and the camera focused on Austin and Ally on the dance floor of the second club, making out.

Ally flushed deeper and squirmed backward on the couch, unable to tear her eyes away from the people on the screen. They had been completely wrapped up in one another. How were they even breathing, she wondered. Her hands were everywhere, exploring as much of his body as she could. Oh. My. God. She had just grabbed his ass.

As Austin watched himself kiss Ally he slowly leaned forward over his knees and rested his forearms on them. He had just not cared what he did to her on that dance floor. He remembered how she had grabbed his ass and how he had slid one thumb up under the hem of her shorts. He smiled about how he had discovered that she was wearing a thong.

The couple on the screen finally broke apart and started back to the table. They were both panting heavily and as soon as they returned to the table they both downed their beers.

Dez paused the show for a moment and turned to face his friends. "I turned off my camera for a little while here, but this is when I stopped drinking and you guys turned it up a little. There were more shots and beer and then I turned my camera back on, right as we were leaving the club."

The screen flickered and changed to the outside of the club as they were standing there waiting for the car. Or rather Trish was standing there waiting, Austin and Ally were tangled up in each other again. This time Austin had Ally pushed against the side of the building and he was laving the side of her neck with his tongue. Ally moaned once as she threw her head back to give Austin better access before Dez turned the camera back to Trish.

"We should totally go to one of those drive-thru wedding places," she was saying loudly, as her words slurred a little. She wove her way over to Austin and Ally and slapped him on the back.

There was an audible sucking sound as Austin disengaged his mouth from Ally's neck. "What?" he growled at Trish, never taking his eyes off Ally.

"We should go to one of those drive-thru wedding places," Trish yelled at him. "Then you could be together forever. And do that whenever you want." She waved her hands indicating the activities that they had just been engaging in.

"What?" Ally piped up as she leaned heavily on Austin. She struggled to focus her attention on Trish when Austin kept running his hand up and down the back of her thigh. "What did she say?"

Dez voice floated out from behind the camera. "She thinks you two should go get married, so you can continue doing dirty things to each other, but she thinks you should get married in the car. I disagree. I think you should get married inside one of the wedding places. Heck, we should go back to Bellagio, I bet they would set you up in a nice little wedding."

Austin and Ally turned their attention to the camera for a moment, before exchanging a heated look. Austin leaned down and kissed Ally briefly before pulling back slightly and looking in her eyes. "What do think? Want to get married to me? I'll love you forever."

Ally looked back up at Austin and her face was shining with joy. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you, but not in the car. Let's do what Dez said."

The video darkened and Dez said, "I had to turn off the camera and help make arrangements, which the staff here graciously helped me with I should tell you. I didn't turn on the camera in the car again, because I didn't think that footage would be appropriate for children."

Austin blushed as he vaguely remembered the car ride back here. He remembered his hand under her top and kissing and touching and wanting more, more and more. He had barely been able to control himself, thankfully remembering that his friends were in the car before he could get Ally out of her clothes.

Ally looked over at Austin and shivered as she also remembered what had happened in the car. She remembered sliding her hands under his shirt, she remembered not being able to breathe as he touched her. If Trish hadn't started yelling at them to get a room, they would have been making love in the back of the limo.

Austin smiled down at her as he picked her hand and entwined it with his before turning to Dez. "Okay, so we got back here just in time..."

Dez nodded and started speaking again. "Right, we got back here to the hotel, but the wedding people weren't going to be ready for us for about half an hour so we went shopping."

Austin and Ally looked at him questioningly. "We went shopping?" Austin deadpanned.

"Yes," Dez said, rolling his eyes. "You told me that if you and Ally were going to do this, then you were going to do it right. So we went and bought rings at Tiffany's."

Austin and Ally exchanged looks and she lifted her hand to look at the rings sparkling there. "Wow," she breathed. "Maybe they'll take them back?"

Austin shook his head at her, "No, Ally. I bought them for you. Whatever happens, those are yours."

He couldn't believe how much he wanted those rings to stay right where they were, marking Ally as his forever.

Ally took a deep breath and sighed. She wanted to believe what his eyes were telling her, but she was struggling to believe that he wanted her. Oh, he wanted her, she was sure of that. But how did he want her? That was another question entirely.

Trish giggled quietly and exchanged a wry glance with Dez. "Are we going to have to go to our room and give you two some time alone? Or should we get a bucket of ice to throw on you?" she inquired.

Austin, who had been leaning toward Ally, jumped and tried to pull his attention back to the subject at hand. He had almost kissed her again, for God's sake, he wasn't seventeen anymore. He should be able to control his libido better than that.

Ally took another deep breath and flushed again as she turned away from Austin. Holy. Cow. He just keeps pulling me back in, with those hazel eyes and sinful mouth, I can hardly keep my hands to myself.

Trish started laughing outright and motioned for Dez to continue the video. He started it up again and once again Austin and Ally were captivated with themselves. They couldn't tear their eyes off the screen, but Austin continued to play with Ally's fingers and her other hand rested on his knee rubbing circles into the bare skin there.

The video rolled onward, showing images of them looking at rings, images of them kissing and images of them walking into the small wedding chapel. He had video taped the whole thing. When the wedding was over they all signed the wedding certificate and Dez and Trish watched as Austin and Ally entered the elevator alone. Austin had pulled her against him as soon as they were in the elevator, tilting her head up to his so he could capture her lips once more. The video ended when the door shut.

Dez wiped a tear from his eye and turned away from the TV. "And that's it," he sighed. "The story of how two people got drunk and married in Las Vegas."

Trish took a deep breath and looked at the couple on the couch. They had shifted during the last part of the video and now Austin was sitting back relaxed as Ally was curled into his side, with his arm around her. They could not stop looking at each other, so caught up in what they had just seen.

Trish stood and motioned for Dez to collect his stuff. "We should leave you two alone," she said quietly not expecting a response.

Austin turned to look at her. "Thanks," he said. "Don't worry about the room and changing it. I made arrangements for you two to use that room through tomorrow."

Dez and Trish looked at each other and shrugged. "Thanks Austin," she said. "We'll be back in a little bit, you guys need to talk about this though."

Trish and Dez left quietly and Austin turned to face Ally on the couch. He reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Hey," he called softly. "What are you thinking about?"

Ally focused her eyes on his face and smiled. "Really? What am I thinking about?" she asked sarcastically, before softening her mouth into a smile. "I'm thinking about us and what we did last night. And what we did this morning. And what it all means. And what we're going to do now. And what our parents are going to say. And these rings were probably really expensive. And what are you doing?"

Austin had smiled when she started talking, but then the smile turned into a huge grin when she started rambling. He then picked up her arm and turned it so he could see the inside of her wrist. He bent his head and began kissing his way up her arm, until she abruptly stopped talking and looked down at him. He stopped kissing her arm and looked up at her, his hazel eyes sparkling under his lashes and capturing her attention.

"What did it look like I was doing? I was kissing my wife. Maybe I was doing it wrong. Maybe I should try it another way," he spoke before snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her into him. He leaned down and captured her lips with his before she could protest.

His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she gave it willingly. His mouth plundered hers, as he pulled her tighter against him. Her hands flew to his waist and wormed their way under the hem of his t-shirt to skim lightly against the hard muscles she found there. A moan escaped him as he dragged his mouth from hers to trail down her neck. She sighed as she threw her head back to give him better access.

"Okay," Trish said loudly, with her hand covering her eyes. "I'm really sorry that I need to interrupt you, but I just got off the phone with Jimmy and he said we need to turn on Entertainment TV right now. He said we need to call him back after, and he sounded angry. Really angry."

Dez moved into the room to work on the TV as Austin and Ally slowly pulled away from each other. Austin swallowed and growled in her ear, "Later."

Ally was lost for a moment in eyes darkened by lust for her. When she could speak again, she whispered his promise back to him. "Later."

Dez finally got the TV up and on the right channel. They all turned to face the screen and Ally's jaw dropped as a picture of her and Austin leaving the wedding chapel appeared in front of them.

The host's voice was ringing out of the TV. "And what is going on in Vegas this weekend? Recording artists and long-time friends Austin Moon and Ally Dawson were spotted all over town, canoodling. They were also spotted in the Bellagio Hotel coming out of one of their wedding chapels."

Several pictures of them dancing together and kissing flashed across the screen. There was also a picture of them coming out of Tiffanys. The last picture was in front of the chapel again, but in this one Austin had scooped Ally up into his arms, her arms were around his neck and their mouths were fused.

"Did Austin and Ally tie the knot last night?" the host continued talking. "The hotel has been refusing to comment, as has their record label. Our calls to their manager have been going straight to voice-mail. Hopefully we will have some answers for you later today."