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2:49 a.m.

It was close to three in the morning when Kate finally passed the fuck out.

Bella and I walked into our room, and I locked the door behind me, just in case Kate were to wake up at any point and barge in.

With a sigh, Bella let herself fall against the mattress face first.

"Most comfortable bed ever," she mumbled against the comforter, closing her eyes.

I followed suit and lay next to her on my stomach, releasing an exhausted sigh. I didn't let my eyes close, because I knew I'd fall asleep, so I stared at her face, and rubbed a hand up and down her back. But then her breathing began to slow, and I hoped she wasn't falling asleep.

"Bella?" I whispered. "Are you asleep?"

She opened one eye. "No. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"How Kate is a shitty friend, and you're an amazing... fiancé? That just sounds weird. Boyfriend?"

I chuckled. "Doesn't matter what you call me, as long as I get to marry you."

It was her turn to laugh. "That was too cheesy."

"What? I'm in Vegas. I'm allowed to be cheesy."

She scooted closer, tangling her legs with mine. I moved to lay on my back and lifted my arm to pull her closer, tucking her against the side of my body.

"I'm so exhausted," she mumbled sleepily against my cheek.

I sighed into her hair. "Me too."

"I don't want to move."

"Me either."

"But we should get out of these clothes. Help," she whined.

My laugh was tired and low, and I slowly sat up, reaching behind my neck and fisting my shirt at the collar, removing it in one swift move.

"Now me," she ordered, sitting up and lifting her arms in the air.

Pulling at the hem of her shirt, I removed it for her and tossed it on a nearby chair, along with mine. And then she lay back against the mattress and unbuttoned her jeans, waiting for me to pull those off for her as well.

"I'm so lazy," she laughed as I yanked them down her legs, then jumped off the bed to remove my own jeans.

Unbuttoning and dropping them to the floor, she smiled widely, realizing what I'd been wearing underneath.

"Holey Batman," she laughed as I sat on the bed, making my way over to lie between her legs. "You haven't worn those in a while."

"I know."

"My soon-to-be husband wears holey Batman boxers."

I laughed lowly, resting my head against her chest.

"My soon-to-be wife loves these boxers," I murmured.

"I do."

"Practicing those words for tomorrow?"

"About that... I don't know..." she trailed off, playing with the back of my hair, and I lifted my head to stare at her.

"You don't know about what?"

"Maybe we shouldn't get married in Vegas. It's just, when I was holding Kate's hair back as she puked, I realized that none of this was romantic. Like, the way we went about it. I drunkenly proposed we get married... in a bar."

"So, you want to be wooed into marrying me?" I teased, but I'd do it.

She rambled through her laughter. "Okay, you don't have to make it sound so stupid. I'm just saying, I was caught up in the thought of being married to you, and I wasn't thinking about anything else. But then when I thought about it, I realized it didn't go the way I expected. There shouldn't be people drinking jäger within five feet of where you get engaged."

"Words to live by," I joked. "How did you expect it all to go, then?"

"I don't know. Just... more. Does that make sense?"

"It makes perfect sense," I agreed, pressing my lips to hers, kissing my way along the crook of her neck.

"So... you can propose to me now," she requested. "Make it official, you know?"

I lifted my head, grinning playfully. "What? No way. That's not how this works."

Her eyes narrowed. "I thought you wanted to marry me?"

"I do, but now that you want to be wooed into this, I get to do things my way. Which means, you don't get to know when I choose to propose."

"That's... so not fair," she whined.

"It's completely fair."

Her expression changed from thoughtful to devious in a matter of seconds. "Fine. No sex until you propose."

"That's not fair," I growled. "Besides, you want it just as much as I do, so why torture yourself?"

"You're so cocky," she accused.

"I know," I admitted, pressing which part of me was cocky against her, attaching my lips to her skin.

"Nothing you do is fair," she whispered, releasing a small whimper, and I knew she was aching just as bad as I was.

"That's not true," I countered, sitting up on my knees between her legs, hooking my fingers around her underwear to slip them down her thighs.

She watched me watch her. "I can't say no to you."

"You've been saying no all day," I laughed, kissing my way up her body.

"Yeah, but there was never a good time..." she trailed off, sitting up just enough to unhook her bra.

I left the bed and quickly stumbled out of my boxers, kicking them away.

"Lay back," I ordered in a rough voice, staring lustfully as she did what I said.

I crawled back onto the bed and kissed her knee then her thigh, making sure to rub my scruff against her soft skin because I knew she loved it.

I teased her for a minute, placing my mouth on every inch of her body except the one place she wanted me to. And when she was practically wiggling on the bed, I slid a finger inside her, then two, keeping my eyes on her face. And when she closed her eyes and her brows pulled together, I added my mouth, and the sounds she made went straight to my dick.

She moaned and hummed and fisted my hair as I curled my fingers, glancing up at her, feeling smug because I knew she was on the verge of losing control. I loved watching her, loved knowing that I was the one making her feel this way.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathed out, pulling me up and reaching between us to grab my dick.

My hands pressed into the mattress as I hovered over her. I tried my hardest to slowly push in, because I knew once my dick was right there, nothing about this would be slow.

But then her nails clawed at my back, and she didn't want it slow, which was fucking perfect because I couldn't hold back.

"Don't come yet," she ordered, already knowing that I was so, so close. But that wasn't my fucking fault. It was too good and I hadn't been inside her all day.

I lifted myself up on my elbows and pulled out, trying to catch my breath, and she rolled over underneath me, showing me how she wanted it.

I lay my front against her back, and grabbed her hips, sliding into her from behind, both of us losing our breath at the same moment.

"You feel so, so good. So fucking good," I breathed out, knowing I was anything but coherent.

Sliding one hand down to bend her knee, I slipped my hand between her body and the mattress. She hissed as I found her clit, still thrusting into her.

Sweat coated our bodies because we were both trying so hard to make this feeling last. Her hair was sticking to her face, and I knew she didn't care, but still. I pushed it out of the way, pressing open mouthed kisses on her cheek, shoulder, and neck.

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. How much I wanted her. How much I couldn't wait for her to be mine. All I could think about was this forever.

But I couldn't speak—could hardly think—so I tried my best to show her without words.

I moaned, a warning for her as my pace quickened, because I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

"I'm close," she panted. "I'm so fucking close."

Our bodies moved together and my hand worked her faster. And when I felt her tighten around me, she moaned into the mattress and I groaned against her shoulder.

We both fell at the exact same moment, and it took everything I had not to fucking propose to her right then, because she deserved better than that.

And then we both lay there, trying to catch our breath. I removed my hand from between her legs, but stayed inside her, because I wasn't able to move any other part of my body.

"Propose," she whispered, tone slightly teasing.

"I love you," I confessed, kissing the back of her neck.

Because I did. That's why I was going to do this right.

9:38 a.m.

I woke up, thankful to see that Bella was still asleep. I slipped out of bed, trying my hardest not to make too much noise.

Quickly and quietly, I pulled my laptop out of its case and set it on the glass desk, not bothering to sit as I waited for it to turn on. I was too fucking antsy to sit still.

Once I was connected to the hotel's Wi-Fi, I sent my editor a quick text, getting the okay for what I was about to do. I knew it wouldn't be a big deal, but I didn't want anything to fuck this up.

I opened a new document, the blinking cursor mocking me as I waited for my phone to light up with a responding text.

But then Bella woke up, yawned, and asked me what I was doing.

"I'm just..." I blanked.

"Oh, God. Don't tell me you're actually going to post something about The Hipsters," she uttered, releasing a groggy laugh.

"Yeah," I quickly agreed. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

My phone buzzed, and my palms grew sweaty once I read that I had the okay.

"What could you possibly write about them?"

"I don't know... but I told Ben I would do it if he helped look for Kate, remember?"

I heard her leave the bed, and then her arms were wrapping around my waist and her lips were on my back and she was too fucking distracting.

"Well, can I read before you post it?" she asked.

"Sure, I guess."

Her grip loosened and stood next to me, scowling. "What's wrong? You're acting weird."

"No, I'm not," I refuted, because I wasn't.

"Whatever." Her eyes rolled. "Do you not want me to read it? Did you secretly enjoy the band last night and you're afraid I'll stop reading the blog if I know you have shit taste in music?"

"No." She was talking, a lot, and my thoughts were elsewhere. I just needed her to walk away for a second so I could concentrate on what I needed to do.

"Maybe you need to go back to bed. You're in a mood," she snipped.

"Okay. I will," I agreed, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom. I listened for a minute, not hearing the shower turn on, so I knew I didn't have long.

I also knew Bella. I knew she wouldn't want a huge, sappy proposal in front of a ton of people. That was all for show. That wasn't us.

So, I typed three words: Marry me, Bella.

The three words I wanted to say out loud, but knew would mean so much more this way. Because, as weird as it was, it was this blog that brought us together, so it only made sense that this be the way I propose.

I saved the document, uploaded it, hit publish and waited for it to post.

And time was on my fucking side, because not a minute later, Bella walked out of the bathroom, still looking a little annoyed.

I closed out the browser, but left my laptop open.

She tried walking past me without looking my way, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against my chest, leaning my head over her shoulder and placing a kiss on the side of her neck.

"Oh, now you're in a good mood?" she asked, leaning into my touch.

"I wasn't in a bad mood," I countered.

"I thought you were writing?" she asked, eyeing the laptop.

"I was. I'm done. I already posted it," I told her, fighting a smile as she turned around and glared.

"But I didn't get to read!"

"You can read now."

"You're such a dick sometimes," she pouted, walking towards the desk, her back facing me. "I always read before you post."

I shrugged. She opened the site. I grinned.

She didn't react at first, which was fine. I didn't expect her to scream or cry hysterically or jump into my arms.

"Bella," I said softly, needing her to turn around.

"Really?" was all she said.

"Bella. Turn around," I commanded.

"Are you serious?" she asked quietly, finally turning to face me.

I closed the distance between us and towered over her, placing my hand on the side of her neck as I said, "Of course I'm serious."

"You know, like, a shit ton of people read this blog, right?"

"I do know that."

"And... not even a minute ago I called you a dick," she mumbled. "I called you a dick and you proposed."

I laughed, because she was cute and maybe on the verge of freaking out, despite the fact that last night she was dead set on marrying me in a chapel, with her alcoholic friend as her maid of honor, and Elvis as the officiant.

She didn't say anything else, but her eyes became glassy and I grabbed her face with both hands, because I needed her to know how much I loved her.

"You're supposed to say yes," I reminded her, kissing her gently.

"I want to hear you say it," she murmured.

"Will you marry me, Bella?" I asked, sincerity coating my words.

She nodded, entire face lighting up.

"Yes," she answered, and as cheesy as it was, that one simple word had never made me happier. Ever.

"I still don't have a ring." I glanced around the room, looking for something that I could use to make this proposal official. I looked down at my boxers, pulled them off and said, "Here. Put these on."

And because she's Bella, she put on my holey Batman boxers, which only made me love her more than I already did.

"There. Now it's official. Those boxers serve as a symbol of our love and affection," I proclaimed.

She stared down at her lower half, then looked up at me, laughter bubbling out of her. "You just proposed, I'm wearing your boxers, and you're naked."

I sat on the bed, pulling her to stand between my legs, and grinned slowly.

She leaned down to kiss me, whispering, "But it's kind of perfect, though."

And it really kind of was.

The end.

For now.

Um, really though. Thanks for reading and reviewing and letting me continue this silly story. Who knows if I will post anything else regarding these two weirdos. I mean, I guess I should know... but I don't.

Anyway, thanks again. I seriously had so much fun revisiting these guys, and y'all are just super nice and now I'm getting sappy, so.