Married in Vegas

[notjustaface]

Face woke up well before Murdock - his partner content to slumber well into the afternoon if there was nothing else pressing to do. He had something quite pressing, something he'd have to do himself. "Love you, baby," he murmured, brushing a kiss on Murdock's forehead, fingers shifting aside his bedraggled hair with the barest inclination to put the day off for another day and just curl up in bed beside him until the world went quiet. "I'll be back in a little bit. You just get your sleep."

A soft groan and push back against the gentle kiss was the extent of Murdock's protest before Face could slip out of the hotel room and get to work. There were a lot of things to be done, not the least of which was getting a hold of Hannibal to get some cash wired - the old man owed them a hell of a lot more and it came with the promise that they'd have a job in a couple days.

It didn't matter. All that mattered in that moment was putting a deposit down at the Little Elvis chapel and pulling up to the hotel in a pink Cadillac as the afternoon sun hung low in the desert sky.

"Oh Captain..." he called, grinning ear to ear as he pushed open the hotel room door. "Your chariot, sir... you've not even dressed yourself."

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[notthatcrazy]

He looks a bit sheepish. He likes to take advantage of the rare moments of relaxation, but eating room service in your boxers probably isn't the best way to spend your pre-nuptial hours.

"Sorry, babe."

He kisses his cheek in passing as he heads off to make himself presentable.

[notjustaface]

There are worse ways, at least - and there's something achingly adorable about a grown man sitting in bed shoveling pancakes into their mouth while they watch cartoons. It's his Murdock - he expected nothing less.

"It's not a big deal, but I didn't invite anyone - just you and me and a witness. Ok?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah, it's fine."

It's good, actually. After the whole "mass wedding at sea" thing, it'll be nice to have something more private to remember.

[notjustaface]

"And..." he tried to be as subtle as possible from the other side of the hotel room as he pulled on his only clean suit - picking at his hair to try and make it less dried out from the sun.

"There's gonna be an Elvis..."

[notthatcrazy]

"You really do know how to take care of me."

Hey, if you're getting married in Vegas, you might as well go with the full cheesy experience. His own somewhat less fashionable clothing situation taken care of, he turns back to his partner.

"Ready?"

[notjustaface]

He knows his man, as well as one could know Howling Mad Murdock.

"Really?" His eyes skim over the khaki shorts and hibiscus shirt - not his first choice for wedding wear and a definite glare against his sharp off-black suit. "That's my baby."

[notthatcrazy]

It's about the most formal outfit he has at the moment, so unless Face wants to marry a man in a t-shirt that reads "may the mass times acceleration be with you," he's going with it.

"You look great."

[notjustaface]

It's actually about equal, really.

"I know..." he grins, reaching out to tug Murdock in close by the glossy wooden buttons on his shirt. "So do you."

[notthatcrazy]

"Aww. Thanks."

He leans forward until their foreheads touch, wrapping his arms loosely around his partner's waist.

"I'm really glad we're doing this."

[notjustaface]

Further basking in the intimacy - hoping like hell it would last forever but knowing it wouldn't, not when there was work to be done soon enough - he embraces him much more tightly.

"Me too," he sighs, squeezing him tight. "Feels right."

[notthatcrazy]

"So right."

He still wishes they could really do this up right, under their own names in front of the people they care about. But god willing, there'll be a time for that later.

"We should get goin' if you're ready. Ride's waiting."

[notjustaface]

Some day, maybe. Just not today. Of course, today isn't half bad.

"I'm always ready," he answers, fairly truthfully in general. "But the world will wait for my baby if you're not ready to do this."

His blue eyes hold a confident note of honesty, he's offering an out - not doubt.

[notthatcrazy]

Any reason to celebrate their relationship is a good one, as far as he's concerned.

"I'm ready." He presses a warm kiss to his forehead, pulling back reluctantly as he takes his hand. "Have been for a long time."

[notjustaface]

And it's that slow pull back that allows him to spring away from the movement and into action - squeezing Murdock's fingers tight with a warm smile claiming his face.

The elevator ride to the bottom is almost excruciating, but worth it if only to see the look on his face when they walk out the palatial glass doors to the waiting pink Cadillac with the King himself holding open the door for them.

"Well?" He grins even wider, offering an affectionate squeeze. "Still wanna marry me?"

[notthatcrazy]

The look is one of surprised delight as he laughs and pulls Face into a hug.

"Are you kidding? Baby, there's a lot of things I wanna do with you right now, but marrying you's the only one I can do in front of the King."

[notjustaface]

And that delight is more than enough to let him know he did the right thing. He couples it with a kiss in Murdock's mussed hair and murmurs; "I dunno... he looks pretty adventurous."

Taking the initiative, he slides across the generous backseat - tugging Murdock in with him by the hand; "I'm sure this baby's seen it's fair share of celebrating the honeymoon a little early."

[notthatcrazy]

He follows readily, not wanting to be anywhere but by his side.

"I'm not sure I'm adventurous enough for that."

Not that it's stopping him from getting as close to him as he can while remaining clothed.

[notjustaface]

"Don't knock it till you've tried it..." He grins wickedly, leaning in close to steal a kiss - more than happy to let his lips linger well after the impersonator has slid back behind the wheel and set them in motion to the tune of 'Viva Las Vegas' just a little too loud over the old tinny speakers.

[notthatcrazy]

He can't help giggling as he cuddles up next to him. It's all ridiculous and completely perfect.

"Now I'm wonderin' how many Elvises you've scandalized."

[notjustaface]

"I believe they prefer to be called Elvi..." he chuckles under his breath - letting one arm wrap around Murdock's shoulders as he tries to somehow manage them even closer together.

"And for the record, never an Elvis."

[notthatcrazy]

"Oh?"

Well now he's curious. But that question can wait.

"First time for everything, right?"

[notjustaface]

Preferably forever for that particular slice of his pre-Murdock life.

"And maybe a second... third... fourth..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Ooooh... someone's feeling ambitious."

The only parts of Face's past he cares about are the ones he still seems to carry with him. He wishes he could help him ease that burden.

[notjustaface]

Somethings are hard to leave behind, the sort of things he only wishes he'd forgotten.

"Baby," he grins wickedly, seeking out another hot kiss; "today I can do anything."

[notthatcrazy]

He accepts the kiss eagerly, giving as good as he gets.

"Mmm... that's my boy."

Knowing that he makes him feel like that... It's kind of awesome.