Drunken midnight madness

He rolled over and gasped for air. They'd been going at it for the last three hours. Covered in sweat, and liquids from their love making. Clothes strewn about the room. No blankets or pillows on the bed anymore. She let out a giggle as they continued their drunken love making. Laying on his back as he stared at the ceiling. -Damn woman.- He said with a smile. She turned and began to play with the hairs on his chest. You'd swear he'd take ecstasy or Viagra with the way they were going. -You tired at all?- He asked her, since he was wide awake and still buzzing. She said no as he thought. -Wanna go see the city? Have a few more beers?- He suggested, forgetting all about why he'd come here in the first place. Once she agreed, he stood and began to get dressed. Buttoning his shirt as he grabbed his wallet, not Mr. Jones. Taking the warm wine and downing the glass as he bit a piece of strawberry off while she got dressed. Soon they were headed for the nearest cab to see the sights.

She ached, oh dear Lord in heaven did she ache, all over her entire body; her thighs were sore, her breasts so sensitive that she couldn't even imagine wearing a bra at the moment. And just looking at him standing there with his shirt still unbuttoned as he chewed on a strawberry made her want to jump him again.

She laughed and looked through her bag for something to wear, settling on simplicity. She never had been one to dress up fancy; give her a tank and jeans any day of the week. So much easier for when she wanted to shift. "Let's go, Mr. Jones. Show me what this city has to offer." She smiled at him, leaning in and licking the remnants of strawberry off of his bottom lip. "You taste so good." Heat flashed in her eyes and she took a deep breath before stepping back and looking at him. "Please make sure you are all buttoned up. I'd hate to get in trouble for molesting you in public."

After they were both dressed and presentable, they headed down to get in a cab. Once they were settled in, she turned to him and smiled, laying her head on his shoulder and running a finger up and down his chest. "We needed this. To get away. I'm feeling so much better." Drunk, that was for sure, but better.

He handed the driver a hundred and asked him to drive around to the best sites in town. The driver nodded and smiled. "Yes, sir!" Sam was now considered a "big roller" and was playing the part fairly well. Her finger running up and down his chest had him grinning like that cat that ate the canary. Gods, he could take her right here and now in the cab. That would be a new experience. Placing his hand on top hers as he turned his head to kiss her lips ever so softly. That was what turned her on more than anything. Gentle kisses. Smiling as he slowly pulled away, then crushed his lips against hers. They were interrupted when the driver spoke up.
"That right there is a great bar, lot of shifters." Sam cocked a brow as he watched the driver in the mirror look back at them and smile. "I can smell you man, no big." They both looked to one another and said nothing. -Go ahead and stop, we'll check it out. I could use another drink.- He said as he looked into Luna's eyes with a smile.

The cab pulled over and let them out as the driver told Sam he'd wait for thirty minutes for them. Sam nodded and thanked him. He held her hand as they entered the bar. Once inside he could smell the smell of shifter and were. They were in their niche.

She looked at the driver and grinned; she had noticed something was 'familiar' about him too, but hadn't wanted to say anything. "Thanks for the suggestion!" she said with a giggle as they got out of the car and headed inside.

Music was playing, people were dancing, and the atmosphere made her shiver with excitement. There weren't this many shifters in Shreveport, and being around her own kind made her want to shift right here or strip down to her underwear and run around. So many people, just like her and Sam, that didn't care about modesty or anything else.

They walked to the bar and the were behind the bar grinned at them. "You guys don't look like you're from Vegas." She grinned and shook her head. "That obvious?" When he just smiled at her and Sam cleared his throat, she had to laugh. "Can I get a whiskey sour? And a draft beer for him?"

Sam grinned and cleared his throat at the comeback from Luna. She had a spicy sarcastic side he did enjoy. The bartender laughed silently and nodded. "Coming up sweetcakes." He teased. He pulled the nozzle and poured Sam a glass of draft beer. Mixed Luna a whiskey sour and set them on the bar. -Oh and four shots of tequila, please. No training wheels.- Turning to Luna with a smile, he shrugged. -What? I'm gonna need my strength since my mistress is so...wound up.- He playfully said. Taking a shot of tequila and raising it to her as he watched her do the same. -To us.- And downed the shot, slamming it on the bar top, grabbing the second as she did and waited to hear her toast.

She rolled her eyes as she tapped her glass against his and threw back the shot, shivering as the burn moved down her throat and settled in her stomach. "Mmmm. Tequila." She grinned and grabbed another shot, looking at him and offering a heartfelt smile.

"To the man that taught me it's okay to love again. May we have many, many more nights exactly like tonight." She grinned at him and tossed the shot back, dancing in her seat after she sat down the glass. "Mmmm, I'm feeling pretty amazing, Mr. Jones. What about you?" She picked up her glass and sipped her whiskey sour, sighing happily as it went down so much more smoothly than anything they had in Shreveport or Bon Temps.

A smile tugged at his lips as he downed the second shot. The warmth that left a trail in his chest as it went down. Setting the shot back down as he grabbed the draft beer and took some sips from that. He heard the jukebox switch songs as he grinned at her and took her hand, pulling her up to the dance floor. Both of his arms wrapped around her waist as his hands rested in the small arch of her back.


The song played as their bodies swayed back and fourth rubbing against one another. His right hand ran up her back and over her shoulder as he rested his forehead against hers, mouthing the words to her. Slowly gliding his right hand up across her shoulder and into the crook of her neck, loving the feel of her skin.

The alcohol was making her body much more sensitive to touch, and the atmosphere in the club was absolutely perfect. With Sam 'singing' to her and gently touching her, it took all she had not to start crying right there. She gently rubbed her hands up and down his back, nuzzling his neck and smiling.

The song was over much too quickly and she pulled her head away to look up at him. "I think... I need another drink. What say you?" She grinned at him, unable to handle all of the 'sensitive' moments that seemed to be happening since they left the hotel. She needed crazy, or she was going to burst into tears. They walked hand in hand back over to the bar. "I need..... more tequila," she said to the bartender before looking at Sam and grinning. "I haven't drank this much in a while. I can't be held accountable for my actions later."

As the song ended he grinned and wiped the tear from her face. His emotional Luna. Everything she did seemed to make him fall more and more in love with her. She took his hand and went back to the bar, requesting more tequila. He slapped a twenty on the bar for the next round as the bartender poured them.

He chuckled. "Can't be held accountable for your actions? What are you planning to do, Mrs. Jones? Rob a bank?" He said playfully. Checking his watch as his eyes widened. "If we want to keep our cab we better head on out. It's been 25 minutes." Downing the last three shots of tequila and thanking the bartender as they stumbled for the door, he almost fell as he caught himself on the wall just in time. A loud laugh escaped both of them as they headed outside, thankful they were not driving. Sliding back into the cab as the driver smiled. "Good times, eh my friend." Sam just laughed and nodded.

Soon they were on the move again as the lights shone brightly. His hands roaming her body in the dark cab as his right hand found itself between her legs, gently rubbing against her crotch. Kissing her neck at the same time as he began to harden. -Gods, I want you so bad woman.- He said roughly into her ear.

The cab stopped moving as they waited at a red light, doing sneaky naughty things behind the driver. His eyes opened as she was kissing his neck and he smiled at what he saw. -You mind pulling over and giving us another thirty?- The driver nodded and did so. His fare read that he was up to 40 dollars so it should be okay. Taking her hand and praying once he stood and started walking he would get rid of his....problem. Crossing the busy street when the signal changed to cross as he headed for the building.

She bit her lip at the sensations rolling through her body, her legs clenching around his hand as he rubbed against her. "Sam. Oh God, Sam." So many things going through her mind that she would like to do to him.

When the cab stopped and he helped her out , she didn't even balk at the building he pulled her towards. Candlelight Wedding Chapel. She looked at Sam, eyes bright and a smile on her face bigger than had ever been there. "Let's do it. Come on!" She grinned and ran with him towards the building, somehow both of them managing not to fall as they burst through the door.

They burst through the door as they laughed even harder at trying to be quiet. It was a chapel after all. A couple stood at the alter getting hitched by the Elvis looking preacher. Placing a finger over his mouth and looking at Luna as he tried to contain his laughter. They were both three sheets to the wind. Tip toeing to take a seat at the last row as they snickered when Elvis pronounced the couple husband and wife and did an Elvis move.

A small lady dressed in Vegas showgirl attire came flitting in as she smiled at Sam and Luna. "And who might you two be? I assume you want to get married?" She smiled sweetly at them as Sam turned to Luna with a smile. -Well, I reckon' it's up to my missus here.- As the woman turned to look at Luna who smiled and nodded. "What are your names." He grinned and answered before thinking. -Mr. Jones, and this is Luna. She wants to become Mrs. Jones.-

She grinned at the lady and gripped Sam's hand tight, her eyes meeting his as her heart started to beat harder. Even through the drunken haze, she still wanted to do this. "Let's do it. I want to be Mrs. Luna Mer......Jones."

Holy shit, they were gonna get married. In Vegas. Such a cliche'. Part of her was a little sad that Emma wasn't here, but then again they could always have another ceremony when they got back home.

The lady nodded and went back to grab forms for them to fill out and as she did, they sat there staring at each other. "I'm gonna marry,....... SAMMMMMMMM!" She giggled a little and leaned in to press her lips roughly against his.

As the woman went off to grab some forms he grinned as Luna began to sing the tune like in the twilight spoof he'd seen once. Her lips roughly pressed against his in a kiss as he growled low, smiled wide and sang to her. -I want all of you tonight, give me everything tonight. We might not get tomorrow, let's do it tonight.- They both laughed loudly again as the woman came back into the room with a large book and file.

"Do you know what kind of wedding you'd like?? We have a book you can look through if you don't. I just need you to fill out these forms and we can get started."

Sam nodded and handed the book to Luna. -You pick.- He said as he took the forms and pen and began to fill them out. The woman smiled and said to let her know when they were done. He began to fill out the form and grinned as he asked her questions. -Are you a legal US citizen, Luna?-

She shook her head and handed the book back to the lady. "I just want to get married. I don't care about costumes or anything else. Just so long as the person marrying us is wearing that awesome Elvis costume." The lady nodded her head and walked away with the books as she and Sam filled out paperwork.

"US Citizen? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm legal." She snorted and smiled at him. "We going by Jones?" she asked with a raised brow.

He grinned and checked off yes. Turning his head slightly to look at her at her question. -Why not?- He suggested and she smiled agreeing. After he finished the two pages of paper work and handed it back to the woman, they stood and looked around intertwining their fingers together. -Ready?- He asked into her ear as she beamed so brightly.

"I see here you two wanna get hitched?" Elvis asked them as Luna giggled. "Well, be still my heart. You're one lucky man. I'm stuck at the Heartbreak Hotel." He said in a mock singing Elvis voice. Sam cocked a brow and chuckled. -Thank you. Yes, we'd like to be married.- Elvis smiled and motioned for them to follow him to the alter as the woman took Luna's hand and brought her to the side. He looked back at her as she followed the woman, stumbling. Luna was given a bouquet as Elvis pinned a boutonnière on his shoulder. The woman began to play the chords of the wedding march, Sam stood there smiling like the happiest man on the planet. A veil on her head as she started down the isle her eyes locked on his as she held the bouquet by her midsection. Here came his bride in jeans and a tank top, and he couldn't be more happier.

Her eyes met his as she walked down that little aisle, and she almost felt like she could fly. Never did she think she would be doing this again, 'chaining' herself to another person, to spend all of her days with. Of course, Sam was no Marcus. Sam treated her like a queen, treated Emma as though she were the most important thing in her life. It was amazing, really, that she had gotten so lucky to find a man like him.

She got to the end of the aisle and the lady that walked her down grabbed her hand and placed it on Sam's, offering the two of them a happy smile. "Congratulations, you two. You're beautiful." Luna grinned at her and nodded her head before her eyes went back to Sam. "We're getting married." So strange. Sam looked..... he looked happier than she had ever seen him.

'Elvis' looked at the two of them and gave a smirk before starting to read from his little book.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to join these two people in the bonds of love." Luna continued to gaze lovingly at Sam, her smile growing by the second and a small tear falling down her cheek.

As Luna joined him at the alter his world seemed perfect. In this moment and in this time, he was the happiest man alive. He was going to make Luna his wife, sooner than expected but that didn't matter. Taking her hand into his as the woman told them congratulations and moved to the side as Elvis began his ceremony.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to join these two people in the bonds of love." He smiled and wiped the tear from her cheek as Elvis continued. "Do you Sam Jones, Take Luna Smith to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward as long as you both shall live??" Sam grinned and held her hands into his, feeling his palms beginning to sweat. The alcohol was working wonders as he blinked a few times, fighting back tears as he nodded. "I absolutely do."

After hearing her vows and I do, Elvis handed him a small box he'd purchased while Luna got ready. Taking her left hand into his left hand and sliding the small CZ ring onto her left hand ring finger. -Last minute ring, I'll get you a better one soon.- Elvis made a face as if he was insulted by his crack at the jewelry.

She actually let out a girly squeal when he slid the ring on her finger. "Calm down, Mr. King, I love the ring." She winked at the Elvis impersonator who actually blushed a bit and lowered his face.

"Well now, by the powers vested in me, and in the name of the great state of Nevada. I now pronounce you..... husband, and wife." He looked at Sam, gave him a smile and waggled his brows. "Well, what are you waiting for son. Kiss your bride!"

Luna squealed again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

He chuckled at her squeal and turned to Elvis who pronounced them husband and wife. They had a title. They were married. After the insistance of Elvis, Luna wrapped her arms around his neck as he looked down at her. -I love you, Luna Jones.- He said with a smile as he leaned down to assault her lips with all the passion he'd been feeling for her. Breaking the kiss and swooping her up into his arms as he crushed his lips against hers again. His tongue parting her lips and entering her mouth as he kissed her with all that he had. They would need to get back to their hotel and soon, he was getting another problem by the sheer thought of her.