It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
That one they can probably get a recommendation. Hotels are a more universal feature of stays in Las Vegas than weddings.
A hotel is found which suffices. He has a credit card, and sort of even knows how to use it.
Idaia is familiar with the use of credit cards and can prompt him discreetly on any details he seems to be forgetting.
And they are no longer in anything remotely resembling public and his wife can kiss him as hungrily as she's been wanting to since she woke up.
If you weren't an Elf, or we weren't married, I'd say you have no idea how much I want you, she purrs.
She makes a vaguely strangled noise. When she resumes having coherent thoughts a few seconds later, the first one is Clothes. Off. Now.
And she can tangle her hands in his hair and kiss down from his mouth to his jaw and neck and collarbone--everywhere within reach that she remembers he's sensitive--
It may, in fact, be a couple of days before they get around to getting married.
Idaia is perfectly fine with letting the government languish in ignorance of their marriage for a few days. Eventually she drags her laptop onto the bed and looks up exactly what needs to be done and browses wedding chapel recommendations.
And are there any satisfactorily pretty locations?
There are! There are multiple, she's trying to evaluate which one is the prettiest.
He can help!
It is slightly difficult because the top choices are all very pretty but eventually they pick one.
And get local-jurisdiction married! It's lovely! Should I have tried to get my family to come to town -
Enh, it's not like we weren't already married. Might've been nice, I'm not losing any sleep over the fact that you didn't.
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