A/N: This is the last official chapter. It kind of makes me sad, I'm going to miss this fic. There'll be a epilogue, no worries!!! Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed last chapter!!! Reviews make my day. There are no links to dresses, nor lengthy descriptions, and no vows. That's not how I roll. You can imagine them however you'd like. Thanks as always to LittleLea05, and to EmmaleeWrites05 for helping me research Las Vegas. Like I said, I've never been there except for the airport, so I employed her first-hand knowledge.

Disclaimer: Nothing, not even Elvis, belongs to me.

BPOV

My heart was going to beat clean out of my chest, I just knew it. I couldn't control my breathing, either. I was all set in the midnight blue dress that Alice had chosen for me, for her wedding. It was a dress she'd made me buy over a year ago, but had never found an occasion for… as was what was now to be my wedding dress. Who knew I had my very own wedding gown just waiting for me in my closet?

Emmett looked handsome in his matching dark blue buttoned down shirt and black pants, sans tie. He looked good enough to eat… or lick… or something equally devouring.

"Ready to go get our wedding bands?" he asked, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Yes!" I said, practically ready to leap into his arms. We made our way downstairs to one of the jewelry stores, and found them almost right away, to match my engagement ring. We'd get them engraved later. I was glad I had the extra time, because I didn't have the foggiest idea of what to write in them. I'd probably settle for something simple and sappy, like, Forever and Always. Or not. I had time to figure it out.

"Okay, we have two hours before Alice and Jasper's shindig… and she's going to murder me if I'm not there," I told Emmett. "We've gotta go."

"Yeah," he agreed, and we took a taxi to the Bellagio. It wasn't far, only about a mile, but there was no way I could teeter there on heels without doing a face plant on the Strip. Not going to happen. Besides, if we dawdled too much, Alice would be angry at me, and that was a wrath I didn't want to incur any time soon.

"I'm going to meet Alice in their room. Jasper's waiting for you down here, Alice kicked him out hours ago."

Emmett snorted. "Okay, my love, I'll see you later."

"Later," I grinned, and gave him a quick kiss before dashing off to the elevator. This hotel was far more grandiose and… schmancy. That was the only word I could use to describe it. I was glad I was in my silky blue dress, otherwise I would have felt incredibly underdressed and as if I didn't belong.

Alice dragged me in by the shoulders when she flung open her door. Not surprisingly, the room was humongous and way over the top… and completely trashed with makeup, hair care supplies and different pairs of white high heels. She looked positively frazzled.

"Bella, you have to help me pick out makeup and shoes, okay?"

I stepped over a pile of heels, some lacy, some silky, some strappy. "What's wrong with these?"

"Bella, it has to be perfect, and it isn't and…" She looked like she was about to burst into tears at any second.

"Alice, love, calm down, it's going to be just fine, I promise. You're going to look beautiful and believe me, you could be wearing a potato sack and Jasper would think you're the most perfect thing in the world, and you know that."

She smiled. "That's true."

"Yeah, so c'mon, I think these will go perfect, and let's do your make, nice and elegant, okay?"

"Thank you so much, Bella. You look really beautiful, it's perfect."

Wow, if she thought I looked pretty without her own hand in it then she was either incredibly distracted or for once complimenting my own makeup techniques. I was going for the latter explanation.

Time flies when you're having fun or at least when you're getting ready to get married. Alice was a nervous wreck, and I considered slipping a little something into a drink for her to get her to calm the fuck down. She was making me nervous. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the waiting area of the Bellagio chapel, separate from Emmett and Jasper.

"What if I mess up my vows?" Alice said, biting on an otherwise perfect manicured nail.

"What if I trip down the aisle? What if you trip down the aisle?"

"That's definitely more likely," I muttered, looking down at my heels. They were death traps, really. I could just see myself walking down the aisle (this one or my own), and falling flat of my face, my tiny rose bouquet spreading petals everywhere. I didn't want rug burn for my wedding night.

"Oh, Bella, you'll be fine," Alice promised, even though she was the one to make me worry in the first place. "How do I look?" She kept fussing with the tips of her hair.

"You look perfect," I promised. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Is he here?"

"Of course he is," I assured her.

"Can you believe we're here?" she whispered. "That I have Jazz and you have Emmett… and that this is happening?"

"No," I said. And then suddenly it hit me. I was getting married. Alice was getting married. This shit was real. And tears sprung into my eyes easily, threatening to ruin my makeup, not that it really mattered to me. "Oh my God, Alice, this is real."

"We're gonna be old married ladies," she wailed, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back just as tight, knowing that this was the most meaningful experience of our friendship, the most meaningful, perhaps of our lives.

"I can't wait," I admitted.

"Me either," she sighed, pulling back and wiping her tears. "Shit, I gotta fix my makeup…" And the old Alice was back.

Naturally, Alice picked traditional music and traditional vows. That was who she was, deep down inside, and we all knew it. It couldn't have been more perfect for them. Alice positively glowed, and Jasper looked like he wasn't entirely sure it was all real. He couldn't stop staring at her with the goofiest grin on his face. I'd never seen two people look more in love, except for me and Emmett of course.

I cried. I'm not going to lie. When they kissed for the first time as husband and wife, I couldn't help but tear up. That was it. They were married, now and forever, if Alice had anything to do with it. I'm pretty sure Jasper wasn't going to protest.

Emmett and I followed after them, arm in arm, out of the chapel, and walked out of the chapel to give those two some time alone. After our photos were taken by the photographers, which didn't take long since there were just four of us, Emmett and I ducked out of to the lobby so Alice and Jasper could play model for just a little bit longer.

I dabbed at my tears. "That was really beautiful," I said, fighting back the lump in my throat. My best friend was married. And now it was my turn. Oh my God. My turn!

"Ours is gonna be better," Emmett grinned, kissing my neck. "I'm gonna go crazy when I see you all dressed in white," he growled.

A shiver rose through me. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah. We're scheduled for two hours from now. You think that's enough time?"

"It should be," I said, slightly breathless. I prayed his touch would always have this affect on me, no matter how long we were together. I didn't know if it was possible, but I'd spend the rest of my life trying, I knew that.

"Good. I'm gonna go have a change of shirts… and you can slip into something a little less comfortable and a little more sexy, I'm sure, and then… Elvis."

I laughed. It had started out as a joke, and I had never intended for that to be our real course of action, but hell, it was going to be awesome.

"I can't wait," I said, wrapping my arms around him and slipping him a little tongue before pulling away again.

"C'mon, let's share a cab," he suggested. "We'll leave these lovebirds to it for awhile."

"I'm glad that they went first," I said as we walked out of the hotel. "I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you once we're finally married."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He grinned at me. "Let's go, lover."

EmPOV

Time wouldn't go fast enough. I just wanted to get married. I just wanted her to be Isabella Marie Swan Cullen. My wife.

I changed my shirt to a respectable white, and even put on a fucking tie. No jacket though. This was light, and casual, and fun, and everything that Bella and I were together. We weren't a fussy couple with fussy rules, unlike our best friends. Nothing against that, but that wasn't Bella and me. It never had been, and I hope to God it never will be.

Jasper and I grabbed a taxi to A Little White Chapel, just like in the movies. For once, we weren't talkative. I think we were both a little bit overwhelmed by the idea that by the end of the night, we were both going to be husbands to the loves of our lives. That was more than a little bit shocking.

Bella and Alice were already there. I was dying to see my girl, but Alice had insisted that we weren't allowed to "ruin the surprise." Okay, fine, that was one shred of tradition we were holding onto. But can the wedding be now? Like, now?

"You ready man?"

"Fuck yeah!" I said, unable to control my enthusiasm. Jasper laughed.

"Well, that's good, cuz it's time."

Just as promised, Elvis stood at the end of the aisle, and it was just like in all those shitty movies you see where the couple runs off to Vegas, usually in 50s garb. I had to laugh, the guy was in character the entire time, lip curl and everything.

Instead of "Here Comes the Bride," the organist played "Fools Rush In," as Alice sauntered up the aisle in a tight, body hugging dress. Jasper's eyes nearly fell out of his head, and I laughed, and then, suddenly, I wasn't laughing anymore because the breath had been sucked out of me.

Bella was in this short, flowing dress, white of course, and I can't even describe to you the amount and beauty of the cleavage. Totally inappropriate thing to be thinking at your wedding, but I really, really couldn't help it. Her hair was left long and flowing and she had the biggest smile on her face that I think I'd ever seen. And, God bless Alice, she wasn't in those fucking high heels, but in white Converse. She was completely ravishing.

She reached me, and I couldn't help but reach over and kiss her, before anything started. She looked surprised but happy when I pulled back. Elvis shot me an approving look, and then we carried on.

I can't even remember the ceremony. I know I exchanged vows and followed along with Elvis. But all I could see was Bella, and the love shining in her eyes. That love was for me, and I didn't think I would ever fully wrap that around my head completely. How we went from hate to love to forever like this was beyond me, but I'd take it, any day.

The best part was Bella's expression when she heard the song I'd requested Elvis sing for us after the vows and rings were exchanged. I just thought that "Teddy Bear" was entirely too perfect for this occasion, especially given that she often referred to me as her big ol' teddy bear. The look on her face was priceless, and everyone in the room had a big grin on their faces.

And then, magically, she was my wife, and I was kissing her, and I may have slipped in my tongue a bit there, but I couldn't help it, and I'm sure Elvis didn't mind. She didn't seem to complain as I lifted her in my arms and walked her down the aisle so I could kiss her nice and proper in a little bit of privacy.

I found a nice dark corner and kissed her thoroughly.

"I can't believe you're my wife," I said, nibbling on her pulse point.

"And I can't believe you're my husband," she whimpered, clearly hot and bothered by my ministrations. "Baby, we can't do this here."

Regretfully, I pulled back. "Just a few pictures, and we'll go break in that bed, okay?"

She nodded eagerly, and I stole one more breathtaking kiss before grabbing her hand and pulling her back to our group. I couldn't get through all the pictures fast enough. I knew these were things I'd want someday, but right this second, what I wanted was Bella.

I could tell Jasper and Alice were just as antsy, so we got through everything quickly, and then found taxis. We hugged them goodbye now, because we knew that there was probably no way any of us were going to be resurfacing from our hotel rooms any time soon. We'd catch them back in Madison.

I couldn't help but molest Bella in the back of the cab, discreetly, of course. It was fairly PG-13, but still.

She pulled back, much to my disappointment, and held up my hand. I still hadn't gotten used to the weight of the ring, but it was a pleasant sensation. "Wow, look at that," she said in awe. She held up her own hand for comparison. "We're married." She sounded like she was in shock just a little bit.

"Yep, you're stuck with me now," I grinned. "My old ball and chain."

She playfully smacked me. "You went willingly, and you know it."

I just laughed and wound our fingers together, kissing the back of her hand. She sighed. For some reason, this felt like the most romantic moment of my life, holding the hand of my wife in the back of a cab.

We got back to Treasure Island, and practically sprinted to the elevator. It was taking too long. I needed to consummate the crap out of this marriage, and soon. You'd think I was a virgin all over again. I kept rubbing circles on the small of Bella's neck, one of her favorite spots, and she was nearly boneless in my arms by the time we got to our floor. If there hadn't been so many damn people in the elevator, I would have stripped her right then and there.

We finally got back to our room, and I barely had the presence of mind to scoop Bella up into my arms and carry her over the threshold. She squealed in surprise as I did this, and I covered her mouth with a kiss, kicking the door closed with my foot.

"Did you put on the Do Not Disturb thingy?" Bella gasped. I cursed, and set her on the bed before adding the card to the handle and firmly locking the door behind me, loosening my tie in the process.

Bella had kicked off her shoes, and turned down the sheets. She looked at me expectantly, a wicked grin on her face. "C'mere, hubby," she grinned. I was holding her in my arms in an instant.

"You look so sexy in this, my love, but can we please just get rid of it?" I begged, a puppy dog look in my eyes, I'm sure.

"Oh, I suppose so," she said lightly, and laughed as I practically yanked the zipper down. The dress pooled around her feet, and she stood before me in the sexiest white lacy underwear I've ever seen. I'm pretty sure I fucking whimpered at that.

Soon she was yanking my tie up and off and hastily unbuttoning my shirt. I helped her, just as eager.

"I almost had a heart attack when I saw you walking down the aisle," I said as I pulled off my belt and threw it somewhere into a corner. "You should always wear that bra, baby, I nearly died at the view."

"Oh, you want me to keep it on?" she said, eyebrows raised, crossing her arms across her chest.

"That's not what I meant," I said, and flicked it open with ease, letting it fall to the floor as she moved her hands to help me push down my pants. "Much better."

"Can we stop talking now?" she said, and I laughed. I loved it when she was impatient.

She jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me deeply. I eased her down onto the bed, both of us only in our underwear now. Her body always felt amazing against mine, but now it was like fire. This was different. This was the first time I'd make love to her as my wife, and suddenly all of the urgency was gone.

Bella sensed it, too, and her hands and body softened against me, sighing instead of whimpering. I concentrated solely on her mouth, letting my tongue make love to hers, savoring every taste. I nibbled her bottom lip and swept my tongue across it lightly, hearing her moan into my mouth, feeling the vibrations against my lips.

My hands slowly traced paths down her sides as my mouth wandered from her mouth to her jaw, and then down, feeling her pulse jump in her throat, tasting the lightly salty flavor of her skin. I nibbled at her collarbone, taking the time to remember and worship each and every spot I knew she loved.

I traced her nipples with my fingers, feeling them pebble against my hand, teasing them slowly and deliberately. "Oh, God," she sighed. Her body bowed towards mine, seeking more and more contact. I slipped one into my mouth as I played with the other, and she moaned, louder than before. "Emmett."

Her skin was like silk beneath my hands. I could feel her stomach muscles jump and quiver at my touch. I hazily realized that we'd never, ever gone this slow before, and what a crime that really was. I knew her body, but had I memorized it before? I would now, and for the rest of my life. Not every time. But often. She deserved that, and damn, I was enjoying myself a whole hell of a lot, too.

I found and kissed every freckle. I'd never noticed she had so many before. It was adorable. I wondered if they made a pattern, like connect-the-dots.

I had barely made it to her hip bones when she gasped and whimpered. "Emmett, I don't think I can hold out much longer," she pleaded. "Please, be inside me. All of you. I need you."

I kissed back up her body, nearly as slow as before, until I was back to her face and I was settled between her legs. We kissed, passionately, more urgently than before. I was starting to feel the same immediate need that she was feeling. We'd have the rest of our lives to make love to each other. Now, we needed this final connection.

I eased inside her, slowly, taking my time to fill her. She was soaking wet, and I hadn't even realized. She sighed my name as I became fully seated in her. Each thrust drove me insane. She was so wet and tight this way.

"Faster," she urged, and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside. I wasn't going to last much longer. I kissed her as my thrusts increased, trying to tell her everything that was in my heart. It was cheesy, but hell, it's my wedding night, let me have a little cheese.

"I love you," she moaned as I pulled away and pushed into her more fervently. "So close."

"I… love… you…" I grunted, unable to put many words together. I was extremely close. I reached between us to rub her clit, and that was enough to pull her over the edge, taking me along with her.

I stilled inside her, unwilling to break the connection we'd formed.

"Oh my God," she sighed. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," I said, still in my stupid, post-coital stage. It was hard to think, let alone talk.

"Thank you," she said, kissing me gently. "For everything," and I knew that she wasn't just talking about the sex.

"No, no, thank you."

A/N II: Review and let me know what you thought!!! Epilogue next...