Sal's Universe, Las Vegas, Nevada.

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Sal sneezes, wondering if she doesn't have a slight allergy to Kurt's bamf-smoke, and looks around. Sure enough, it was Las Vegas. Fremont Street's overhead screens glittered with scenes of fireworks and flashing lights. It was energizing and exciting.

"Oh wow," she said, looking at the sheer mass of light around her. Port aux Basques it wasn't. This was an amazing place that was just alive.

And here was where she was going to get married.

The prospect was quite thrilling; but she wondered if this wasn't entirely hokey.

But all it took really was to turn to Kurt and simply look at him and know that this was exactly what she wanted. She could see the lights reflected in his monochromatic yet very expressive eyes.

"I don't even have a hairbrush," she muttered to herself, feeling suddenly very homely and in no fit state to be wed.

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He turned toward her, white teeth flashing in his dark-furred face as he took his hand from hers and put his arm around her waist. "Be still, mein herz," he murmured, gazing into her eyes.

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She blushed slightly and ran her fingers through her hair rapidly. She laughed inwardly at the fact that she was fussing over her appearance for once.

"So..."

The spectacle was overwhelming, and she felt tears of joy coming on. She blinked and bowed her head to hide them.

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The silky soft fur on the back of Kurt's hand brushed her cheek. "Do you vant to buy your dress, or rent it?"

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"You," she said, pulling him close to her, "are too damn good to me, you know that?"

She climbed in and looked around. First a dress, then the flowers, and now a limousine. Her head was spinning again.

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He climbed in after her and gathered her close, shaking slightly at the thought that this beautiful, down to earth lady would soon be his wife. His wife. It was enough to make his head spin, which is why he only lay his cheek gently against her head instead of going for a kiss. "Should ve go und get the pictures now? Or are you hungry? Ve could get something light."

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"I don't think I could eat right now," Sal says. "Though I'll probably be hungry after all of this...Let's just get the photos done, eh?"

It wasn't that she was in a rush, or impatient (Okay. She was impatient.). But she seriously thought that she would throw up from the sheer anticipation of it all.

She just holds his hand in between hers and rests her head on his chest.

Thank you, she thinks fervently. For everything.

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He ducked his head to look out the window, then nodded as the driver got out to open their door. "Ach, now ve get to wow the photographer vith our stunning gut looks."

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"You mean yours." She laughed and pointed to her bag containing the clothes she had arrived in. "Is it okay for me t' leave these here?"

"Sure," the driver said.

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"Nein." He pressed her hand gently. "Even my fuzzy splendor is outshone by your beauty, mein Lieb."

After photoing.

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Sal laughed, arm-in-arm with Kurt again as they left the photography place. "I dunno what was worse. You hammin' it up fer the camera or the fact that the photographer was obsessed with posin' us all regal-like."

She looked down at the proofs she held in her free hand. "Still, they should be some nice when they arrives, eh?"

Re: After photoing.

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He gave her his dashing, devil-may-care grin, then helped her into the limo. "They're coming in a book, something like a yearbook. Und I'll buy as many as you vant to give avay."

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Sal ducked down into the limo and took a moment to collect herself (let's face it, she thought, that grin is very disarming.). She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"So now are we actually going to go through with it?"

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He gave her an innocently charming grin, then turned back to Pastor Leeanne as she asked him if he knew which ceremony Sal wanted yet.

"Ach, I forgot to ask." He looked embarrassed and turned to Sal. "Do ve vant the traditional vone? Or the totally secular vone?"

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Sal blinked. "Um." She shrugged. "I'm not very religious, but I am baptized Catholic...? So I guess whichever you like."

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"Vould Evangelical do?" His strange eyes twinkled down at her.

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He smiled back, then took something from his pocket and gently slipped it onto her ring finger next to her engagement ring. It was an exquisit filgeree band dotted with little blue forget-me-nots made from saphires and yellow enamal. Right in the center of the design a diamond threw out tasteful fire.

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"Wow," she whispers.

She stares at her hand, and then back up at him, suddenly mortified that she's got nothing for him. She bites her lip and looks at him apologetically, eyes swimming.

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"Ja." He chuckled as he picked up the pen and offered it to her. "I vonder how they're doing."

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She tucked her hair behind her ears and signed her name to the license. "Prolly out kicking butt and takin' names."

Straightening up, she hands off the pen. "I hate to throw water on this, but what'd you have in mind for dinner? Now that the nerves are all gone, I'm some hungry."

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Kurt barely noticed when the waiter brought them a basket of bread and butter, though he did look up when the man politely asked Sal what she'd like to drink.

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Sal blinked, and looked at the waiter apologetically. "I think I'm having lobster," she said, "so whatever wine you think would compliment that would be great."

She looked at Kurt. "What about you, cyare?"

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"Ach, und here I thought it vas my charming personality und my dashing looks." He smirked slightly.

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She snorted. "I consider those just part and parcel of the whole deal, y'know?"

Much food later...

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Sal stumbled only slightly as she climbed back into the limousine, a large styrofoam tray containing their leftovers perched on her knee.

The meal had been simply divine; and after the lobster, she'd elected to have a piece of the restaurant's signature chocolate cake. She was feeling just a little uncomfortably full. Add into the equation that she had no idea how many glasses of wine she'd had and she was feeling a little odd.

"I need to know something," she said, head cocking to the side as she grinned widely.

Re: Much food later...

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"Ja?" Kurt pondered how full he felt, then grinned and put his arms around her. "Vhat's that?"