Dinah leaned over Helena's body and stared at her companion. They had taken the next step in their relationship that night, and as nervous as Dinah was about what it all meant, she knew that it had been the right thing to do.

"You're staring at me. Was I drooling?" Helena garbled, refusing to open her eyes.

"No silly. For the first time in a long time, you are not drooling." Dinah chuckled.

"Funny. Come back to bed. Let's just lay here awhile. My head doesn't feel right."

"Get up sleepy head. I am hungry and would like to have breakfast with you, my…"

Helena opened one eye slightly. "It's weird to say it out loud. It's weird to think it as well."

"Weird?"

"Just strange. I am so used to calling you my girlfriend that saying the word wife is a bit odd."

"It does sound odd. But I think that I could get used to it. Really, what else can we call each other now?"

"Ball and chain. " Helena laughed and reluctantly opened the other eye. Dinah swatted the dark haired woman.

Helena grabbed the hand that had just touched her and kissed it. "Come back to bed woman, and take care of my needs."

"OH NO. Now that we are married, I don't have to sleep with you anymore."

Helena groaned, "I just bought the cow didn't I?"

Dinah laughed. "Cow, huh? Give me a couple of years and I will pack the weight on for you."

"Sh-UDDER the thought."

Both women giggled. "Cute, Helena. Way to work the udder in. Now get up. I am hungry and need to be fed."

Helena sat up on her elbows. "When did you start wearing the pants in this relationship?"

"Start? When have I not been in charge? I just know how to bend you to my will. I let you believe all this time that you have had some sort of vote."

Helena arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

Dinah smiled and then leaned down and kissed her…wife. "As tempting as crawling back into bed with you would be right now, I am famished."

Helena grabbed Dinah's shoulders and brought the blonde down on top of her. "Are you sure that I cannot possibly convince you to stay in bed?"

"Feed me first, and then we can negotiate what is next." Dinah sprung up quickly.

Helena threw her head back into the pillow out of frustration. "Negotiate? There is no negotiating with you!"

Dinah reached down and ran her fingertip along Helena's thigh. "I think you might have something I want. " Her voice was low, and seductive. "Take me to breakfast, and then you can have your way with me. Great sex burns calories, and neither of us wants me to be the cow."

Helena sprung off the bed and sprinted to the door. Dinah chuckled and eyed the dark haired woman's attire. Mostly, the lack of it.

"Sweetheart, you will get us kicked out of this hotel unless you put something decent on."

Helena grinned and threw on her clothes from the night before as fast as she could pick them up off the floor. She grabbed Dinah's hand, and yanked her out the door. Squealing, Dinah managed, "Babe, wait, you didn't even brush…"


When the women entered the restaurant in the lobby Dinah immediately bee-lined for the buffet. Helena laughed as she watched Dinah pile the food on her plate. They sat down at a table, and by the time Dinah was ready for seconds, more of their group had come downstairs. Betsy, Ororo, Diana, and Shayera ended up joining them. Once they had settled at the table, Helena immediately blurted, "Dinah and I got married last night!"

They were met with smiles and congratulations.

Diana leaned over and asked, "So, what last name or names did you decide on?"

"Bonham Carter." Dinah snickered.

"Shore." Helena shot back.

The table laughed, and just as Ororo was about to ask for details, she saw Jean enter the restaurant.

"Jean looks like hell." The weather witch commented.

Betsy looked up and nodded in agreement. "Must be because she is rooming with Emma."

They waved at the red head who was standing at the entrance with her hands in her pockets. Hesitantly she walked over to the table and sat down. She slumped into the seat and barely managed a smile.

"What train hit you last night?" Betsy laughed.

Jean just shook her head in dismay but said nothing. Ororo slid down a glass of orange juice to her best friend and simply said, "Drink."

Jean reached out for the glass with her right hand and began swigging down the liquid.

"You are just in time, we were discussing the wedding last night." Betsy smiled.

Jean instantly choked on her juice. Diana slapped her on the back a few times, until the redhead recovered.

"You alright?" the Amazon asked.

"F-Fine." Came the sputtered response.

Betsy stared at Jean intently for a moment and then shrugged. She turned her attention back to Helena and Dinah. "So, ladies, give us details of your nuptials."

Jean's head perked up. "You guys got married last night?"

Helena beamed, "We did. And we weren't the only ones."

Jean's eyes went wide.

Helena continued, "Yep, when we got to the little chapel, or whatever, there were several couples in there waiting to take the Vegas plunge. What an interesting group of characters! Some of them were in costumes. There were a couple of Storm Troopers, and I am pretty sure I saw Chewbacca. He didn't really say 'I do' as much as I could tell. Babe, what was it that he said?"

Dinah laughed and gargled some water. "Sounded like, uuuhhhhhhhh."

The table laughed. "Seriously that had to have been the worst Chewbacca impression ever." Shayera interjected.

"Well, Helena didn't marry me for my ability to do impressions."

"Thank God, otherwise I totally got a raw deal." Helena leaned over and wiped syrup off of Dinah's cheek. She turned her attention back to the table. "So, apparently themed weddings are all the rage in Vegas. The guy that married us said he had performed a ceremony earlier for a couple who wanted an X-Men theme."

"Oh God…"Jean mumbled under her breath.

Helena continued, "He said that the couple wanted someone bald to marry them. Funny thing about it though was that he said that he had performed a bunch of themed weddings, and while the couple didn't wear costumes, he thought that they had their characterizations down pat."

"Who were they supposed to be?" Betsy asked.

"He didn't say. He just said that one of them was bitchy as hell, but drop dead gorgeous and the other struck him as a volcano waiting to explode."

Betsy looked at Ororo. "Wonder who they were supposed to be?"

Ororo shrugged, "No telling. More than most of the X-women are good looking. And about half of them are bitchy."

Betsy laughed, "Right? You know what would be funny? If they were dressed as you and me!"

Ororo laughed along with the telepath. "That would be hysterical! Can you see it? Some weirdo dressed as Charles Xavier marrying two X-Men?"

Everyone at the table laughed, except Jean, who was starting to feel very nauseous. Ororo looked at the redhead, "Hey, you aren't laughing, you okay?"

"Not really. I am not feeling well this morning." Jean mumbled.

"Drank too much with Emma last night, hmmm?" Betsy teased.

"Apparently," came the quick response.

"What else did you do with Emma last night?" Betsy wiggled her eyebrows as the whole table looked at Jean.

"Nothing that you are implying…"

"Not even a kiss?"

Jean cringed. Well there was at least one…after we said I do…at least I am assuming…not that I remember…Jean pushed the thoughts aside. "I really can't give you details I don't remember."

"Did you wake up next to her?" Betsy pushed.

"Yes, fully clothed in dirty paint ball attire."

Betsy sat back. "Well you two are boring. I really would have thought something would have happened between you two last night."

Something did…Jean thought to herself.

Ororo interjected, "Hey, hypothetically if we did get married, what would our last name be Betsy?"

The purple haired woman shrugged. "Braddock-Munroe?"

"Munroe-Braddock?" Storm offered.

The table laughed as the names were considered.

"Hey what would Jean and Emma's last name be?" Helena chuckled.

Between fits of giggles, Betsy offered, "Grey-Frost? God, it sounds like a bad name of an icing for a cake!"

Once again, everyone but Jean laughed.

"You know what's even funnier? What if they went by their nicknames? Jean Queen anyone?" Ororo offered. The table erupted.

"Emma Phoenix is even better!" Betsy howled. "Seriously, it sounds like a great porn name! Fitting for Emma I think."

"That's enough." Jean half whispered, half threatened.

"What?" Betsy asked still laughing.

"I said that's enough!" Jean restated a little louder this time. "NO more jokes about Emma."

"Whoa!" Betsy immediately stopped laughing as did the rest of the table. "It was supposed to be funny. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Well it wasn't funny. Back off of Emma."

"C'mon Jean, you can laugh. Emma probably would."

"I don't think it's funny what you just insinuated."

"Insinuated? We all know that Emma's past is a bit…colorful."

"I won't ask you to stop again." Jean leaned over the table and the Phoenix fire was raging in her eyes.

"Hey, easy Jean. Calm down, it was a joke." Ororo was shocked at her friend's reaction.

Jean blinked a few times and the fire went away. Her eyes turned back to the normal shade of green they usually were. She stood up from the table and walked away.

"Bugger me, what just happened?" Betsy asked Ororo.

"I don't know, but that got a little dangerous for a second. I'll go and talk to her." Ororo got up from the table and followed her friend out.

Helena looked around the table, and leaned over to Dinah. "Babe, quick, lighten the mood."

Dinah rolled her eyes, and suddenly spouted, "You guys want to hear my Chewbacca again?"


A/N: Well? Plenty are reading this to leave a review. Please? If I made you laugh, tell me, cause this had me cracking up! And how will Emma react? Tell me what you think she'd say.