He snuggled against her under the heavy comforter. She gently stroked her finger down his arm playing with the light colored hair.

"So, when do you want to get married?" She asked.

"I will leave that entirely up to you. We are fated. Chosen. We will always be together. The ceremony is merely a formality to me."

"We are in Vegas." He felt her contentment through the bond and kissed her forehead,

"I would think you'd want a traditional wedding."

"Maybe a few years ago. But, I don't need that. I just need us, you know?"
"So you want to elope in Las Vegas?" She grinned at the thought of being married by a hokey Elvis Impersonator. Eric caught a glimpse of her thoughts and stiffened.

"Please no."

She laughed at his stern face.

"But think how funny it would be to show Bubba the pictures."
"No." He could tell she was teasing him, but he didn't want her to think he would even consider it.

"I'm just kidding. Do you think we can get a marriage license and stuff?"
"It's Vegas. That won't be a problem. But, lover, are you sure? What about your family."

"Jason and I haven't spoken for weeks. If we did have a big wedding, do you think that would be easy? Bill would sulk. Sam would freak out. Arlene would probably get her Fellowship freaks to bomb it. Besides, I don't want all that anymore. I just want us. Me and you and a preacher."

"Then we need to go shopping." He grinned and started pulling her from the bed.

"You may only be my fiancée for a few hours, but you still need a ring." Eric beamed his satisfaction as he slid the diamond ring on her finger. She had tried to protest, but he insisted. Next they chose matching wedding bands in platinum. The King was having another gathering tomorrow night, so she and Eric had decided to book the wedding chapel for before the party.

She found a dress in a small boutique in the Venetian. It was a pale grayish silver dress that fit every curve of her body. It was simple and plain, but that's often how she saw herself. She refused to let Eric see it. The salesgirl found her some matching heels and a small clutch that she could carry to the party after the ceremony. As she looked at her reflection in the changing room she smiled. The strapless dress made her tan look healthy. The pencil skirt showed off her figure in a way she was sure Eric would appreciate. She sighed contently as she slipped off what will be her wedding dress and redressed. The salesgirl bagged everything up and handed it all to Eric.
"Do not look." She warned.

"I promise." He smirked as he hoisted her garment bag over his shoulder.

They strolled down the street back to the MGM buzzing with the excitement of what was going to happen tomorrow night.