Sal's Universe, (still) Las Vegas, Nevada. Morning after wedding.

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She growled at the sunlight that was peeking through the curtains and hitting her face just-so, and groaned, stretching her arms out and swearing vengeance on the blinds for not doing their job and convincing her that it was still dark outside.

Surely it wasn't the morning already? She felt like she'd just gotten to sleep.

And then she remembered what had happened the evening before and sat up straight, examining her left hand. Yes, the new ring was still there. She saw the remains of the mammoth lobster still sitting on the bedside table.

Okay. I didn't dream all of that. She smiled widely and flopped back down into the (very fluffy, very squishy, and so comfortable it felt illegal) pillows, turning to her left side and smiling at the man who was surveying her with a look of amusement.

"Good morning," she said, propping her head up with her hand as she looked down at Kurt. "I woke ye up, didn' I?"

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She looked over at him and smiled. "Good, because they deserved it." She then leaned forward and looked around. "There another one of those robes somewhere?"

Her toes were wrinkly; it was time for her to get out of the bath.

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He stood up and got it from where it was folded by the sink, then held it out for her, his golden eyes twinkling.

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"Thanks." She drained the tub and took the robe from him, putting it over her shoulders and tying it off at the waist.

"So now what?" She blushed. "I mean, after we gets dressed..."

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He leaned down to give her a butterfly kiss, then straightened. "Breakfast und then figuring out how ve're getting home, I think."

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"Sounds great." She got on her tip-toes to kiss him, and then walked out of the bathroom, sighing.

"I have no idea where I put that bag," she breathed.

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Kurt stopped and frowned, scratching his head at a half-muddled memory. "I think you dropped it on my foot last night vhen I carried you through the door."

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Sal frowned. "You did what?"

More memories were triggered and then she found herself blushing furiously as she located the bag in one corner of the room. "Here it is," she muttered.

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"Carried the bride over the threshhold." He found his own bag and started pulling on his clothes.

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Sal groaned and banged her head against the wall a few times.

"You're kidding."

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"Nein." He looked at her curiously.

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Another sigh, and Sal smiled, finally putting on her clothes. "It's nothing like that," she said. "I just didn't think that that was somethin' ye actually did."

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"Vhy not?" One of those boyish, charming grins.

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"It seems..." She straightened out her shirt and returned his grin. "I dunno... cheesy?"