Your lipstick stains
On the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I let you go and blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided
You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

After a round of shots for the group and a couple more for Glenn, Rick looked over and saw Michonne and Maggie laughing. Maggie said something close to Michonne's ear. She nodded and headed towards the hall to the bathrooms with Maggie, who touched Glen's shoulder and indicated where they were headed.

He was a little worried about what Maggie was saying while they were alone together, not that she'd say anything bad, but that she'd tell her how long he'd been single or something more embarrassing. Rick had a feeling that both Maggie and Glenn loved the fact that he was all knotted up over this woman he'd just met. As if to confirm Rick's thoughts, Glenn turned to him with a shit-eating grin, "Got a banana in your pocket, or are you all hot and bothered over that chocolate-doll?"

He laughed, "What if I am?"

"I'd say she's damn lucky."

They nodded at each other, the way men did, and Rick felt arms coming around his waist and a pair of soft breasts rubbing against his back. It was completely erotic and he was already walking a thin line. When he heard Michonne's voice in his ear he almost came just standing there.

"Hey cowboy," she said, "Maggie says she's ready to go. Will you come with us?"

Like he would have done anything else.

"I'll go anywhere with you," he said. Did I just say that? Stop talking through your dick!

She rubbed her hands up his chest, and he thought he was losing his mind. He saw that Maggie had Glenn in a similar hold and laughed. He turned to put his arms around Michonne and kissed her neck. It was only fair.

She sighed and would have let him do anything he wanted to her then and there, but he stepped back and took her hand to follow his friends out of the club.

They were the first of the group to step into the mini-van cab that Glenn had hailed. The side door hadn't even slid shut when Michonne turned and framed his face with her hands to lean in for a kiss. That wasn't nearly enough for him so he pulled her around to sit on his lap, and she didn't complain. As a matter of fact, he heard a distinct sigh as his erection rubbed against her center. Her skirt had hiked up, and his hands found her ass, smooth and bare except for the thin strap of material between her cheeks. There was nothing soft about the kiss this time as they ground against each other. Neither of them seemed to care that there were four other people in the cab as the kiss went on and on. She felt the cab stop and he must have as well because he pulled back and ended the kiss with a nip to her lower lip before he rested his forehead on hers. He pulled her skirt down and helped her out of the back of the van.

Abe and Eugene were smiling and laughing, Glenn was giving him the thumbs-up sign and Maggie gave him a wink. Damn, they're obnoxious, he thought. He stood behind Michonne to hide his arousal.

She was trying not to be embarrassed by the fact she'd practically dry-humped Rick in the back of the van in front of his sister and three guys. Maggie was grinning and it looked like Glenn was about to high five Rick.

She looked around to try to figure out where they were and started blinking repeatedly, like that would change what she saw, but it didn't make a difference.

Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel

"Un-fucking-believable. A wedding chapel… God. I get it already. He's the one. Don't strike me by lightning or something to make me get the hint. Am I supposed to marry him now, tonight?"

Everyone was loud except Michonne, Rick thought he heard her muttering something about needing a hint and freaking lightning strike or something like that. He didn't know what she was talking about and glanced up at the giant neon sign in the parking lot.

Maggie was giggling and pulling Glenn along into the building, "I just want to check it out! Oh my God! Elvis can officiate your wedding here!"

Abe and Eugene bailed on them at that point, smoking cigars and wandering down the strip on their own. Somehow, she felt herself being led into the building while trying to get her head around the fact that they were at a twenty-four-hour wedding chapel. Maggie latched on to a hostess as soon as they got in the door and they moved into an office to discuss the packages they had available with Glenn.

Michonne and Rick stood in the lobby in awkward silence for just a second when a man stepped up behind the counter. His nametag read "Jesus" and Michonne was sure he was wearing lip-gloss and mascara.

"Good evening! Are you the party from Texas that called earlier?" Jesus asked with a smile.

Michonne's mouth dried out, and she was afraid it had fallen open.

What the hell? She snapped her mouth shut and smiled at him like a pageant queen; she did that when she was really nervous, but she couldn't even think of a response. The Haitian Cupid Deities were seriously fucking with her.

Rick chuckled, "Sorry, not us."

"Well, that's too bad. You two look really happy. We have some great packages and last-minute deals for people who just want to "jump" into it," he said with a wink.

Rick laughed again and wondered why Michonne was standing there with a crazy smile on her face, and looking like she'd been hit on the head, "We just met actually."

"Baby, you're in Vegas," Jesus crooned. "That doesn't stop half the couples I see. They say Paris is the city of love, but in my experience, there are a whole lot of people who fall madly in love – at first sight – right here in Sin City."

While keeping an eye on Michonne, Rick politely said, "Maybe the next time we're in town."

Suddenly she looked at him and spoke up, "No. He's right. Let's do it."

"What?" Rick said, not sure he'd really heard her.

"Let's just do it. It's right. The song, the sign, your hat. I just know we're supposed to get married."

"Michonne, what are you talking about? We just met. We should wait. We can go home and see how things develop."

She smiled and said, "That's the sensible thing to do Rick. But tell me; are you really going to be able to walk away, to let me get on a plane in two days? I can already tell you that it will break my heart, so let's just not. Let's get married, and we'll figure it all out."

Am I really saying this? Shit. And I actually mean it.

"Michonne…no, I can't walk away from you, but how do you know this will work?"

"I just know," she said firmly while trying to figure out how to explain to him that a psychic told her, "Rick, it'll be fine," she said, and her stomach sank. "Oh my god. You're already married!"

"No! No, I'm not married. This is just all of the sudden. I mean, darling are you really sure about this?" He'd been trying to figure out what she'd said about a song, a sign, and his hat but he had no idea what she meant. This felt right, but it shouldn't. We've just met! Christ. This is insane. She's totally right though. If she gets on a plane for Georgia it's going to rip me apart. More than half of all marriages end in divorce, anyway right? We've got just as good of odds as anyone else…

She had to admit to herself that she was a little freaked out. Okay, a lot freaked out. But her heart and limbs were moving faster than her brain. She stepped forward and locked him in another soul jarring kiss she decided to go for broke and gave his cock a long stroke through his pants while her tongue moved in and out of his mouth.

"In the name of all that is good…" Rick muttered between kisses and pulled one of her legs up on his hip to get even closer to her.

He backed her up against the counter and was running a hand up under her skirt when he heard someone clearing their throat. He pulled back and saw the Jesus and a man dressed like Elvis grinning wildly.

Fucking voyeurs. Oh wait, we're in the fucking lobby of a wedding chapel!

Michonne gave him one last jolt by biting his ear lobe and planting a soft little kiss just below his ear. She pulled back and their eyes held for a second.

"I'm sure about this," she said. Then she raised her eyebrow and continued, "And like I said, are you really going to let me get on a plane to go home?"

He grabbed her face and kissed her hard. It was a hot brand, meant to stake a claim. "You are not going back to fucking Georgia," he growled.

She laughed. Her face lit up and her heart soared in her chest. "I know," she said. "I know! I couldn't leave you if I tried." She laughed even harder and said, "What's so funny though… It's just…I don't do this kind of stuff. Andrea does!"

He laughed and pulled out an American Express credit card and told Jesus they wanted everything. Pictures, videos, you name it. She fought, saying they didn't need all of that fuss but lost that battle quickly. Jesus and a young woman named Gracie briskly whisked Michonne away to pick out a dress from the back while Rick was instructed to try on and change into a tuxedo.

There was a little ruckus when Maggie figured out what was going on. She started to argue with Rick, feeling obligated as his sister, but then Glenn told her to shut up, that it was none of her business. She quickly conceded and asked what she could do to help.

Jesus was in full support of them, but he really just wanted to see them kiss again. He's seen his share of hot kisses and that was certainly on the top of his list.

Rick got Michonne's ring size and sent the wedding planner that Maggie had been talking to off in search of a ring. He gave the planner whispered instructions and she was back before they finished the paperwork with a little black felt box.

Glenn happily gave Michonne away and Maggie proudly stood on her older brother's side. They said the standard vows in front of the ordained minister who dressed and sounded like a young Elvis. He told them before the ceremony began that his name is Aaron.

Rick looked at Michonne with those stunning blue eyes; she knew what Madame Jacqui had seen. Rick opened the little black box and slid a ring on her finger that made her gasp; it was a yellow square-cut diamond, platinum, solitaire - it was perfect. She had no idea how a rancher could afford a ring like that, or why he had a black American Express card for that matter and had a moment of panic. She really didn't know the man she just married. And then he kissed her and her panic vanished, any doubt she had flown out of her head. All she could think of was getting back to a hotel room with him.

Maggie and Glenn cheered and threw rice as they kissed. Jesus was fanning himself as he watched them and poured champagne for everyone. Maggie made a toast to all of the joy the future would hold, and Michonne's eyes filled with tears again. She was struck with the thought that this was one of the greatest moments of her life, and she could have never imagined it just a few hours before.

Rick looped his arm with hers as he'd seen done at countless weddings before and smiled seeing how happy Michonne looked. He felt lucky, she's so unbelievably beautiful and he was the cause of his beautiful woman's happiness.

Jesus gave them a free upgrade and instead of the SUV, he sent them off in a limo. They opened another bottle of champagne in the car, and it took every ounce of restraint Rick had not to pour it on his new wife so he could sip it off her skin. She wasn't sure if it was because of her nerves, or because it was really good expensive champagne, but she had several glasses in quick succession as they rode down the strip. She wanted to stand up through the moon roof and shout to the world that she was married to Adonis gifted to her by the clairvoyant guardians, but Jesus had warned them that it was illegal to do that in Vegas now, so she held back. She glanced at her husband, he was looking at her like he wanted to devour her, and she had no desire to stop him.

By the time they arrived at their hotel, he had her pinned against the seat and was licking the skin along the bodice of her dress."Darling, your skin is so soft and sweet. I could go on tasting you forever." And suddenly the car came to a stop in front of their hotel.

She had pulled his shirttails out of his pants to run her hands along his skin and was tempted to just tell the chauffeur to keep driving so they could continue exploring. Rick pulled back with a sigh and helped her straighten her dress before they stepped out of the limo.