Let's Get Hitched, Fel | Jer | Cam | Em

[Emery broussard]

"Are you sure?" Felicia replied as she inspected the table closer, "It looks similar to mahogany."

Felicia smiled, "Oh he is quite the catch," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her hands, "He's very well trained. it's a shame none of the other women could handle him, but apparently raiding their closets for outfits just didn't sit well with them."
That had only happened to Felicia once, but she rarely let it go. Seeing Jeremy in one of her outfits had her doubled over and laughing for an our straight.

"I'm ready. My bag is in the car," she started making her way out of the room, to the hall, "I'll meet you at the car?"

He didn't need to escort her to the car unless he felt that he just had to. In all honesty she just needed a little time to think. Pre-wedding jitters, or more likely pre-marriage since it wasn't a "real" wedding. She had a case of the butterflies, but the good kind. She just needed a few minutes to get her thoughts together.

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Once the play started, Emery was all excited for it to be awesome! It would be like seeing one of Shakespeare's plays again! But...it wasn't. His little happy bubble was suddenly burst and he looked at the stage in sheer boredom, picking out the little pieces that could have been done better, and that godforsaken wig! Didn't these people know how to wear a wig properly?! Apparently not, or they were too drunk or high to really care. The acting was terrible, someone forgot their lines. Oh dear God in heaven, he hoped it went by quickly.

"Hm?" was all Emery managed to reply with before he found Cam's lips pressed against his.
A slight smirk pulled at the right corner of his mouth as he adjusted in his seat to return the kiss. Perhaps this whole theatre idea wasn't such a bad one at all.

Emery wasn't precisely sure how long they had been snogging, but he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket again, He pulled away and sighed, "Excuse moi, amor."

The vampire reached into his pocket and looked at the screen, reading 'Jeremy' before clicking the green button to answer.

"Jeremy?" he whispered into the phone, then ducked down a bit so he could talk a bit more privately. Right in front of Chamomile's bosom. He knew what he was doing, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"Oui, I can talk. What is going on?" he questioned, "You're /what/?" he said a little too loudly before bringing his voice back to a whisper. "You're coming here? When? Oui, we can meet you there. Congratulations, mon frere!" he said excitedly, "I will promise to give a congratulatory hug when you arrive, and a kiss to the bride to be. A bientot!"

With that, he hung up the phone and looked to Cam, grinning. Both from being something of a tease and his extreme excitement. "My brother is engaged and they're coming here to get married!"

If he were a child, he would be jumping up and down with all the pent up excitement.

[Chamomile Robinson]

The drive to the airport was relatively quiet but it was anything but calm. The tension was practically humming between Jeremy and Felicia and it wasn't sexual. Jeremy had a zillion questions, he wanted to talk about this whole deal with Felicia - he took marriage very seriously, you know. He wanted to know the real reason she picked him, was this really some kind of scam, did they even share the same bed? Well, they would have to until the heat died down and deportation was satisfied that their marriage was legitimate. Having her in his bed wouldn't be so bad, it would be the stack of pillows Fel would put between them as a barrier that would be awful.

The airport was pretty quiet and empty. Luckily, a flight left in a couple of hours for Vegas. Most of that time was spent checking the bags and going through security. Jeremy got in a minor hang up because he was carrying around a large amount of money that he had to account for. He simply told them they were off to Vegas and it was gambling money. Half true.

They still had an hour to go by the time they were near their gate. Jeremy spotted a little beverage spot. He was in the mood for something to drink, and maybe munch on until the flight. He didn't really care for the peanuts they served during the flight. "Something to eat and drink, sweetpea? We have a bit of time before our flight leaves."

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"I can't believe it." Cam placed her purse on the table as they returned to the hotel. "I have never been escorted out of a theatre before."

She had never been thrown out of any place, ever. Cam wasn't one who supported lots of public affection and she certainly didn't snog Emery in public every chance she got, but she was so relaxed. It felt good to get away from all the stress at work and just be with Emery. They hardly ever got to fool around like a couple love-struck teenagers because of their conflicting schedules.

Chamomile slipped off her jacket and shoes, leaving them in a trail as she went farther into the suite. She was still the same shade of red from earlier as she climbed into the large bed. Cam flipped over onto her back, glancing around the room. It was after two or three, Cam wasn't sure how late it was and her feet hurt. She wasn't interested in leaving the room until later when Jeremy and Felicia arrived. Cam was content staying here with Emery.
"Let's build a fort!"

[Emery broussard]

Felicia was mulling over how they would share a bed, in her head. Not that sharing a bed with Jeremy was a horrendous thing, because it wasn't. He wasn't a bed-hog, fortunately. That was her job. Would he really want to share a bed with her again? She was almost positive that she had kicked him off a couple times. Maybe ten. They wouldn't be having sex. That she knew for sure. At least not so early in this...arrangement. They would cross that bridge if and when they came to it.

Once they were near the gate and Jeremy mentioned food, her stomach growled in response. Well, that answered that question.
"Something to eat and drink would be splendid, darling," she smiled sweetly. Time to start the whole 'star-crossed lovers' bit, which was much less acting than she had originally thought. Should the thought that getting married to Jeremy being a comforting though concern her? Perhaps. Perhaps not. She would have plenty of time to think about that on the plane ride. Right now, she would just enjoy the time with her new fiance.

She followed him to the little diner in the airport and once their food and drinks were handed to them, she picked a little booth off in the corner of the place. She took a bite of a french fry and almost melted in her seat. For airport food, it wasn't that bad, and she hadn't had french fries in some time. It was positively sinful for them to be as good as they were.

"So..." she started as she stirred some ketchup with her french fry, "What made you agree?"
She was quite thankful and truthfully relieved...or flattered that he had agreed to marry her, but he could have easily said no. She would have been able to get back in the states eventually, so it wouldn't have been a forever-thing.

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Emery felt bad that they had been thrown out of the theatre, and it wasn't for talking on the phone either. Apparently people's minds had been in, what Cam calls, "the gutter". He wasn't used to such phrasing, even after seven hundred years of living, but he knew what she meant. People needed to learn that not everything dealt with THAT sort of stuff! Their disgusting minds had almost spoiled the news that he had been told and then relayed to Cam. Honestly, even the people sitting on either side of them should have been able to tell. But they were probably more annoyed by them making out rather than the phone call.

Emery was hanging up their coats in the little make-shift closet that hotels always provided. "A fort?"
Well that could be fun! He wondered how angry the hotel would be if they moved the furniture around. The bed wouldn't move, of course, those seemed to always be bolted to the floor. But the little couch, table and the few chairs in the room would do quite nicely.

"I' will phone down and see if they would bring us some extra blankets and pillows," he stated as he picked up the phone and rang the front desk with their request. Of course, the desk clerk was rather puzzled when Emery demanded more pillows than what would be normal, but they complied. Emery was paying a pretty penny for their suite - it wasn't a first-class sort, but it was still bigger than the common hotel rooms, they didn't want to upset a close-to-VIP guest. It would look bad on their part.

It didn't take the young woman all that long to bring a laundry cart full of pillows and blankets up to the room. Check that. Two laundry carts. Emery gave his thanks and then she left.

"Now!" he spoke up and darted across the floor and into the little living room outside the bedroom, "We must formulate a plan!" He looked around the room, trying to picture, mentally, where the fort would take place and what all would have to be moved in order to make the fort. He ran back into the room and grabbed a blanket out of the cart, "Well don't just lay there, woman! The enemy will be upon us any moment!" And with that, he ran back into the living room and began tying one corner of the blanket to a window and began moving the furniture in the room.

[FINISHED]

[Chamomile Robinson]

Jeremy was the perfect gentleman, as always. He paid for Felicia's dinner, got her a drink, and when the time came Jeremy carried their trays to the little booth of her choice, tucked away from the overbearing and nonexistent crowds. They had both settled on plates of french fries and ketchup. It wasn't a healthy dish but who was going to gripe about it this late? The only difference was that Jeremy added hot sauce to his. So, so very delicious in his book.

He was reaching for the salt shaker when Felicia started up the conversation. Her question brought a tiny grin to his mouth and he didn't bother to hide it. Jeremy put a dash of salt over his french fries. "Why did you ask me to marry you?"

His tone was joking, Jeremy didn't expect her to answer that question. If she had, he figured he wouldn't get a straight answer anyway.

"I agreed because whether you want to believe it or not," Jeremy looked at her then, a note of seriousness in his eyes, "I know you better than any human being on the planet, and you know me." He popped a french fry in his mouth and crunched away. Jeremy smiled as he did so, knowing full well that his statement was the truth. No one knew him better and no one knew her better, they were all kinds of perfect for each other. They both knew it. She was just too stubborn to admit it.

He swallowed his food and took a sip of his drink before turning his attention back to the plate and poking around. "Now, back to my original question; why did you ask me to marry you?" Jeremy had already noted the time on his watch, they had plenty of time. Felicia couldn't squelch out of this one and even if she tried, Jeremy would let her. He was a patient, patient man.

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Cam had slid off the bed by now and was rummaging around in her suitcase by the time Emery picked up the phone. "You do that," she picked out a pale purple romper to wear, "I'm going to change." She smiled to him as she turned and headed towards the bathroom, eager to slip into more comfortable clothing.

It didn't take Cam long to strip herself of her traveling clothes and switch into the little jumpsuit. It was a light, washed out purple with a darker purple sash that tied loosely around her hips. The fabric was soft to the touch, a nice change from clingy jeans and cotton t-shirts. She was adjusting a few buttons in the mirror when she heard some activity going on outside in the entryway. It sounded like creaky wheels and... What /was/ that sound?

"What have you got now..." Chamomile opened the door and found two laundry carts full of sheets and pillows, thus her question trailing off. There was a puzzled look on her face and if she hadn't known Emery, she would have asked why the heck all of this was necessary. But she did, Cam knew Emery very well. When he built a fort, he built it on a grand scale. In a matter of minutes the whole layout of the suit would be adjusted according to Emery's design.

She watched him, mentally comparing him to some kind of evil genius. Why on earth had she suggested a fort? They were going to get thrown out of here, too. Oh well, tonight was a night for new experiences! Cam shook her head sat on the edge of the bed, tucking her laundry into the suitcase. She barely got her bag closed before Emery came back in, alerting her to the enemy.

She meandered over to the laundry cart, picking up a pillow. "Have you forgotten?" Cam waited for his attention to be on her. "/I/ am the enemy," she said and raised the pillow a little higher as if she was on the attack and this was her weapon of choice, a playful glint in her eye. "And I will tear your puny fort down!"

[Emery broussard]

Of course he would answer her question with a question of his own. It was something they had always done. At least it meant he was paying attention. Even if he was doing it to get information for himself. She didn't blame him for questioning her motives, though she couldn't really say that she /had/ a motive. Once she found out that she was in danger of deportation, marriage was one of the first things to pop into her head and then Jeremy's face was the only one that she saw. Really, she could have easily chosen any average Joe on the street. Hell, there was a Joe Black living in her apartment building.

And yet...she didn't want to go to anyone else other than Jeremy. And it wasn't just about trust - it played a part of course, but that was beside the point. Could she admit that she had true-blue feelings for Jeremy? Mm...no. That would be letting her pride go and letting someone inside the walls. Too risky. Riskier than marrying him with all the conflicting feelings? In Felicia's mind, it was. She knew she was crazy for it, but she ignored that.

"Why must you answer my questions with a question?" When in doubt of a proper answer, change the subject in an unsubtle manner. It worked wonders! She placed her elbow on the little table and her chin in her hand.

"So," as she sat back up and munched on another french fry, "What are your demands?" She raised a quizzical eyebrow. He had done her a favor by agreeing to marry her, so it was only fair for him to have some demands for their..marriage.

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Emery was like a little kid. As a child, they hadn't really had pillows, even if he lived in an in upperclass home, but most of the other servants he roomed with usually swiped his pillows. and even when he was a musketeer, they never wanted to have "fun". They're style of fun was giving women a pickle tickle. And when they were off doing that, Emery was reading or observing the stars, making people think he was peculiar. How right they were.

Emery had just grabbed an armful of pillows when Cam announced that she was the enemy. He gave a dramatic gasp and dropped the pillows to the floor, playing the part of a betrayed warrior. "Et tu, Brute?!" he questioned. "And here I thought we had an amiable partnership!"

He quickly scooped up his pillows, adding, "And my fort is not puny!" before he scurried back into the living room where he dove behind the couch where he proceeded to fix up the walls of his so-called "puny fort". He scoffed. Puny? It wasn't puny! It was a fortress! The best there ever was!

The vampire paused when he realized it was uncharacteristically quiet beyond the walls of his mighty fortress. He frowned, putting on his paper hat that looked more like a sailor's cap, but he didn't know how to make anything else. He had fashioned it in a matter of seconds while hanging up the sheets. He needed weapons. But what? Perhaps some washcloths from the bathroom? The towels would make for good nets. He needed at least another pillow or two for a sword and he couldn't use any of the ones that he had used to build the walls. It would leave a weak spot!

He peaked over the edge of the sofa, his eyes barely breaching the top as he scanned the room. Empty. Where on earth had she gone?
Emery sighed and crawled out from behind the couch before peaking around the side of the arm and slowly standing to start creeping across the room. He could see the cart full of extra ammo, and after taking another look around, he assumed that the enemy was still in the bedroom. He began to move forward, taking great care not to alert her of his approach.

[FINISHED]

[Chamomile Robinson]

"Why must you ask me so many questions?" Jeremy rubutted comically, chuckling as he ran a fry through hot sauce. Quite the little minx he was in love with, wasn't she? So neither was really willing to show their hand just yet. Fine with him, Jeremy thought, he was a patient man. Jeremy looked back at Felicia with a wink, munching on the french fry.

When she asked about his "demands", it reminded the man of something that had already been swirling around in his noggin. The idea had been on the back burner of his mind, Fel just brought it back to his attention. "As a matter of fact," he swallowed his mouthful of fried potatoes and wiped his hands on a paper napkin. "I do have something akin to demands."

Jeremy produced a pen from his suit jacket and proceeded to start scribbling on said napkin, grease stains be damned. As well as the water ring from his drink. He remained quiet, mumlbing incoherently to himself from time to time, leaving Felicia out of the loop. No one could hear him, thankfully. Anyone except Felicia would think he was a crazy person.
"Here we are," Jeremy announced finally after glancing over the little napkin, now overrun with blue ink. He handed it to Felicia for her to glance over. "It's a pre-nup." He said, "Bascially, it says what yours it yours, what's mine is mine, before, during, and should the worst happen, after the marriage. I buy things in my name, you in yours, we share nothing. Except maybe, a house. You know how tricky those things can be."

Jeremy popped another fry into his mouth. "There is also some lawyer lingo thrown in there, just for pizazz. You sign it, I sign it," he said, "I'll lock it away and we can be off to Vegas." Jeremy reached into his jacket again smiling to himself, this time producing a black pen for Felicia.

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"All's fair in love and war, baby!" Emery had Chamomile laughing as he grabbed up his pillows, running to the other room to build his -puny- fortress. He made a very, very big mistake though when he left her here with all the extra "ammo". Against her materials, Emery had a very puny fort indeed. Cam glanced at the laundry cart and chewed her lip thoughtfully. There was no need to move anything, her fort was already here. It was a little... messy, but it had sturdy walls. Cam looked back in the direction Emery had gone. He would have to come back sooner or later.
As quietly as she could, Chamomile moved pillows and sheets, making a little hole deep enough for herself. She climbed in and covered up. A closed space, oh so perfect for Cam. Hopefully Emery wouldn't hear her breathing... or her pulse. He would come looking, Cam knew that, he was such a curious person. But, she hadn't planned what she would do once he discovered her here in the laundry cart. Throw a pillow in his face? Maybe. Jump on him like a spidermonkey? Most likely. Either or, Cam would be the victor in this little match.

[TheDoctor24/7]

Felicia smiled in response, "To keep you running in circles, darling." Though it felt like she was the one running in circles instead. Why was that?

She sighed as Jeremy grabbed a napkin and began writing on it, waiting ever-so-patiently for him to finish. If she were a better thief than she already was, she would be able to read it upside down, but with the angle that he was writing, it made everything a bit more difficult to make out.

Once he was finished, she took the napkin.

"You had to use blue, didn't you?" she sighed with a bit of irritation. She hated blue pens for some reason and she could never figure out why. They just irked her. Maybe they were too care-free looking in color. Black was much more sleek and professional looking. Blue looked like something out of kindergarten.
There were no blue pens in her home. Save for the ones that Jeremy put in to replace all of her black ones. She usually ended up throwing those away unless she was in dire need of a pen. And that was usually when all of hers disappeared.
Felicia read over the napkin, nodding a bit, "I think this will work. And excellent work with the "lawyer lingo"," she teased.

"Do I have to sign it in blu-" she was cut short as Jeremy pulled out a black pen. She knew she loved kept this man for a reason.

Felicia stood up a little bit as she took the pen, leaning over the table(which was not easy) and kissed the corner of his mouth without thinking. Well damn.
"I knew I picked you for a reason," she said. She secretly hoped that he wouldn't read too much into what she had done. Of course, she was sure that he would anyway. Or would at least feel rather smug about it.

She sat back down, ignoring the heat rising in her cheeks as she signed the napkin and then slid it across the table to Jeremy.
Felicia glanced at the time on her phone, "What time does our flight leave, again?"

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Emery continued his trek to the bedroom, walking in a way that looked like something out of an old spy movie. Or perhaps a spider.

He was far too excited to be listening for anything like a heartbeat or breathing. Like a little kid who go so involved in a game of pretend that he couldn't hear his parents calling him back inside to take a bath and go to bed.

He ventured further and further into the bedroom, peaking around the open door to make sure the enemy wasn't hiding behind it. Hm..nope. No Chamomile,

Everything went silent for a few seconds, then his eyes fell on the two laundry carts, noticing that one one of them shifted a fraction. He smirked before moving forward silently, grabbing the cart and very carefully rolling it along the floor, out into the living room that he had built his fort in. He stopped in front of the glass sliding door and opened it silently before rolling the cart that held his supposed enemy out onto the balcony and then he slid the glass door shut and shut the curtains before darting for the bedroom and closing the doors to take over Cam's fort.

In hindsight, Emery realized that the patio door would have locked Cam out, but she couldn't come back inside just yet. Asking her to stay in the living room wouldn't work.
Instead, he zipped out of the room and then back.

On the sliding door, there would be a little post-it note reading, "Une minute, amor. I am storming the castle."

[Chamomile Robinson]

Of course Jeremy was the opposite of Felicia when it came to some things, like pens for instance. He preferred blue where she preferred black. He thought it made his writing stand out, easier for note-taking and editing whereas Felicia thought it looked like kindergarden scribbling. Jeremy took slight offense to that reason however, he didn't think his handwriting looked like scribblings of a five year old. Nevertheless, he always had at least one black pen in the mix with his blues, just for her, just in case.

Jeremy handed it over to her, saying nothing but still smiling to himself. He watched as Felicia stood up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. Indeed, he did feel a little smug about it but for her sake, Jeremy wrote it off as Felicia acting. "Look at you," he took a sip of his soda as she returned to his seat, "Already fitting into the role, kissing your intended."
He winked, "We're well on our way to pulling off this little con." To him, it wasn't a con. Given his background, Jeremy took marriage seriously and even though this was only for her Visa, greencard... thing, Jeremy would remain Felicia's. Simple as that.

When asked about their flight, Jeremy glanced at his watch. "Hmm, we should have probably made our way over there three minutes ago. I do believe our class has already boarded." That said, Jeremy popped a couple more fries into his mouth and stood up. He got rid of their plates, taking up Felicia's carry-on along with his. He offered his arm for her, "Ready, sweetpea?"

They were situated on a plane that was sparsley populated, which Jeremy didn't seem to mind. There was only a handful of other people in the business class and Jeremy sat next to Felicia, of course. He found the chair to be exceptionally comfortable and made a mental note to choose this airline on the way back from Vegas since they would probably be exhausted.
Once the plane was in the air, Jeremy propped his feet up on the little extension for the seat. "Felicia," he said, "I know we know about each other, for instance, I know you have a lovely voice when you sing in the shower, but perhaps we could share our pasts." In their relationship before, they had skimmed over their childhoods and several events that shaped them into the dishonest adults they were today. They knew what made each other tick, what buttons to press, and all the right things to say, but there needed to be a foundation of real trust if this was going to work. "And honest truth," he added, "No made up stories."

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Cam remained quiet and then her nose itched. Of course it would in a time like this! The red head shifted in the cart, which made the sheets above her shift the tiny fraction which, little did she know, Emery saw.

With her nose satisfied, Cam settled again. She was curled up in the warm, clean laundry and it was rather comfortable here in this tiny moving space. /Moving/? Cam frowned slightly, Emery must have seen her... darn it! She listened and heard a door open. Oh no, was he really going to put her outside? When she heard the city from below, Cam fought back a laugh. He really was putting her outside! Oh, that... she really needed to learn a curse word in french to get her point across. He would do anything to win, wouldn't he?

Chamomile waited a few seconds after she was sure Emery had gone back in. She snatched the sheets and pillow away and looked out. Sure enough, Emery /did/ put her outside. Chamomile started laughing when she read the note. "Oh, you are so going to get it!" Cam yelled playfully, laughter still flavoring her tone. She knew perfectly well Emery could hear her. Cam was already devising a plan to wrap him in the sheets like a burrito and bother his nose with a feather from one of their many, many pillows.

It could work, Cam thought to herself as she leaned over the edge of the cart, looking over the balcony at the strip below. The wind was doing a number on her hair but she didn't mind or notice. Her mind was already wandering to other places like what could be taking Emery so long.

[Emery broussard]

"Well of course," Felicia replied as she ate one last fry, "It is what we do best, isn't it?" She ignored the slight falling action of her heart at the mention of it being a con. Wasn't that what it was anyway? Of course it was! Or it was supposed to be, now she wasn't sure anymore. In all honesty, she didn't like the idea of it being a con. Oh well, she would just lock those thoughts and feelings away in a little closet and hope to never deal with them.

She stood as Jeremy did, taking his arm and smiled, "Ready as I'll ever be."

Once they were on the plane, Felicia kept fidgeting in her seat to try and find a more comfortable position; as comfortable as one could get on a plane at least. The idea of telling Jeremy about her childhood was a bit daunting. Felicia had never divulged that part of her life to anyone, mostly because she didn't want to have to relive the memories. It wasn't hat her past was so horrid, but it certainly felt like it.
She sighed, nodding. "Okay," she shifted in her seat, not quite meeting his gaze. "I didn't grow up in Minnesota like I said before, but I'm sure you already knew that."

After she started the first sentence, everything just seemed to stumble out of her moth, one word at a time. Or five, depending on how fast she was talking. She told him how her parents had died, and that her horrid aunt and uncle had been the only next of kin.He had beaten her a few times, but she did most of the chores in the house. She had been a modern day Cinderella. She dreamt of what it would be like if her parents were still living, and then decided to change her life on her own. She began practicing thievery, eventually running away and hanging around a bunch of other kids who had run away from home as well and were staying in a rundown building. The whole thing always made her think of Oliver Twist.

Eventually she moved onto bigger things, but those days of living on her own with a bunch of kids the same age taught her what life was really like.
Once she was finished, Felicia realized that she had tears running down her cheeks. That was not something she had expected to happen...she never cried!

She gave a slight laugh as she fished a tissue out of the little box thing the airplane had in the net of the seat in front of her, "Sorry," she said as she dabbed her eyes, "I've never talked about all of that to anyone. I guess I didn't realize I still felt that way..."

Felicia cleared her throat, "Your turn, darling."

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Emery ran around the room, shoving the carts into the bathroom and then pulled them back out after a second thought. He ran back into the living room and snatched up all of the blankets and pillows before going back into the bedroom again and shutting the door.

He attached for sheets to the light fixture in the center of the bedroom by each corner, then spread them out as best he could over the corners of the bed in a tent-like form. He then placed the pillows all over the floor and stacked them until it was like a massive pillow bed. Emery grabbed a spare bag out of his own suitcase, and placed it on the bed. He pulled out a bag of rose petals, candles and their holders. He placed the candles about the room and very, very, very, very carefully lit them with a long matchstick. Oh the things he did for love!
Once the candles were lit, he opened the bag of red rose petals and sprinkled them around the bedroom floor. But before he ventured out of the room, he changed out of his clothes and into a black suit, white shirt, black tie, rose on the breast pocket and everything.

He could still hear Cam yelling outside at him, all he could do was smirk. He turned the lights down low int the bedroom and peeked out of the bedroom door to make sure Cam wasn't looking in. She wasn't. Good.

Emery quickly sprinkled a trail of rose petals to the glass door where he silently set out a few more candles for lighting as he dimmed the lights more before unlocking the sliding door and replaced the first sticky note with another saying, "entrer, l'amour".

The vampire made his way back to the room as quick as he could without disturbing anything and shoved the laundry carts back into the bathroom and shut the door. He debated where he should be for when she entered and finally settled on closing the two front sheets and standing behind them in the pillow-nest.

Emery took a deep, unnecessary breath and waited.

[Chamomile Robinson]

Jeremy sat back, prepared to listen to Felicia's tale as if he was going to listen to a book on tape. As soon as their relationship fell apart, Jeremy knew her story about growing up an orphan on a farm in Minnesota was a lie and while he hadn't been able to get Felicia's real story, he never imagined it to be what she was telling him now. As she talked, Jeremy pictured Felicia as a happy girl, surrounded by love. He propped his chin in his hand, his knuckles against his expressionless mouth. It was only when she got to the part about her parent's death and her new home did Jeremy visibly react. His jaw tightened and he drummed his fingers against his mouth for a split second. How could some one beat a child? The idea was so foreign to him... If the man was still alive, Jeremy would pay him a lovely little visit.

Her story was different from what he imagined yes, and Jeremy had every reason to believe that she wasn't being truthful. This could be a guise to make him feel sorry for her - he was dealing with Felicia Hannigan, dammit - but Jeremy could hear the truth in her voice. By the time she was done, he found that he had already reached over and his hand was very near hers. He examined their proximity a moment, but it was just a moment too long. Just as Jeremy was about to reach for her hand, Felicia moved it to reach for tissue. Oh well, he crossed his arms over his chest, there would be more opportunities for hand holding.

"I haven't been honest either." Jeremy sat up. He stared at the back of the chair ahead of them, his mind wandering back in time. "I'm the product of a horribly concealed affair. My mother abandoned me and my father is alive and well. My half-brother, you know of him, and I can't stand each other. His mother hates me. So, while I don't fit the description of an orphan, I was one." Jeremy meandered through his childhood out in the English countryside, painting a very vague picture about the blatant unfair treatment towards him. He told Felicia about the times he would feel so angry and lost, he would run away and the police would bring him home in the middle of the night because he tried sneaking into bars and how fighting on the streets of New York had been his saving grace.

"My stepmother has always hated me," he said, "And as a child, I could never understand why.One time, she had given Hart this... this huge, huge present around his birthday - I can't even remember what it was, to be honest - and I remember being so jealous and so angry with her, that I put food coloring in her shampoo and she had green hair. Of course, it was a holiday weekend, so every salon was booked from here to kingdom come!" He could help but chuckle when he thought about his step-mother's beautiful platinum hair that she spent hundreds and hundreds in upkeep on, dyed a pea-soup green. And to top it off, she had to live with it for nearly a week!

Jeremy glanced over at Felicia. They had been similar all along. He reached over and gently took her hand in his, thinking to himself that this might actually work. "We'll be fine, sweetpea," he said and raised her hand to his mouth, placing a light kiss on her knuckle. "We'll be good to each other."

----

Chamomile was busy looking down, she didn't notice or hear Emery in the hotel room. She was warm in her laundry cart, waving at the few drunk pedestrians who pointed at her. They yelled something, but she couldn't hear them for the wind. It probably wasn't anything intelligent anyway. They walked off, er stumbled was more like it, down in the direction of a tattoo parlor... that probably wasn't the best idea.

She leaned back, her brain going back to the half set-up shop in Washington and what she could do with her Vegas winnings. They already had the clients and a helluva ton of inventory, they just needed the money to finish their store and make it presentable. Most people her age would put the money towards a car or a trip but not Cam, she was too practical for that. Then an idea struck her, maybe she could use it towards a house. Chamomile liked this idea. A little house for herself, paid for by herself...

A little rustling behind her made Cam turn her head just in time to see Emery's hand pull away from the glass and leave behind another sticky note. Curious to what this one might read, Cam leaned closer and upon reading it she rolled her eyes. Always with the french, she thought to herself.
Chamomile climbed out of the cart and hurried in before the cold air could have an effect on her.

Once the door was closed and locked, Cam turned around and felt something soft against her feet. She looked down and saw rose petals. What on earth was he up to now?
"Emery?" She started following the trail and got no reply from him. Cam walked on her tiptoes, a habit she had when she was barefoot, across the carpet. "Emery, what are you-" Mega fort. Of course it was a mega fort, Emery never did anything on a small scale. And candles flickering in the dim light... That must have taken every ounce of courage from him since he was afraid of a lit birthday candle.

Speaking of her beau, Cam could barely see the outline of Emery behind the sheets that were the entrance to the mega-fort. If he was going to jump out and go 'Boo', his element of surprise was ruined. She crept towards him, now able to see him just a little between the spaces of the two panels.
Cam reached out and pulled one open, smiling. "Bonjour," she said in her best french accent. Cam glanced around at all the pillows and sheets. "My, my, you really went all out. It's more like a love nest than a fort, babe." Either one was fine with Cam.

[Emery broussard]

Felicia listened to Jeremy's tales of his childhood, just as he had listened to hers. She had known that he and his brother didn't get along, but she hadn't realized that it stretched that far back. Nor did she know that he had been the result of an affair. They really were like two pieces of the same puzzle. It was a comforting thought.

She allowed him to take her hand and smiled as he kissed it, then squeezed his fingers a little for reassurance.
"I know we will," she said, "Despite everything that's happened, I think we'll do just fine."
After that, they settled into a comfortable silence, still holding hands and Felicia leaning her head against Jeremy's shoulder.

Neither seemed to mind the silence, but it did get a tad boring so the couple spent the rest of their flight cracking jokes, throwing peanuts, and watching a romcom movie that jeremy whined about the entire time [Tay input.]

-timeskip-

The couple got off of the plane once they were allowed and walked to the luggage area before they started to leave.

Felicia looked up at the signs to see that they were headed for the outer part of the airport where there were taxis. She couldn't stand taxis.

"Oh no," she said as she pulled on Jeremy's arm a bit, steering him in the direction of the chauffers. "No taxis. They rob you blind." It was an ironic statement given their professions, but she didn't care.

There was one chauffer with a name that Felicia could use.

"Mrs. Hayward?" the man spoke up, taking off his hat and smiling.

"Miss Hayward, actually," Felicia replied cheerily, "My uncle got held up waiting on my aunt and said that my fiance and I could go ahead and head to the hotel."

"Of course, of course," he replied and offered to take some of the bags before leading the way tot he limousine.

Once they were in the car and on the road, Felicia leaned back in her seat with a sigh, "So what is the plan now? Go to the hotel? Or head straight to the little chapel and meet Emery and his lady there?"

She couldn't believe they were actually getting married. Sure, the thought had crossed her mind when they were dating back in the day, but nothing had really happened. Mainly because of their double lives and lying to each other about it.
She watched the flashing lights for a few minutes before looking to Jeremy. Just watching him for a few minutes.

"I hate to ask, especially after what you've told me," she said as she shifted in her seat, fixing the skirt, "But are you going to tell your family? Or shall we agree to keep it under wraps for a few years? Or ten?" She didn't blame him if he didn't want to bring them into this, but she wanted to make sure. More so, to make sure she didn't answer the phone and say the wrong thing when she shouldn't. Nothing says family like not saying you're married and having your spouse answer the phone and spilling the beans.


___


Emery waited patiently as Cam walked through the glass door and shut it. He could hear her feet over the rose petals, and finally her entering the room. He waited with anticipation as she approached the sheets and smiled gently as she pulled one aside.
"Bonjour, m'amor," he said softy.

He glanced around to the pillows and sheets, "Oui, it is more of a..."love nest", as you stated. But I made it for you." He grinned proudly, pleased with himself in making something for Cam, even if it was only out of sheets and pillows.

The vampire took a deep, quite unnecessary breath as he thought out what he was going to do. He hadn't managed to get much planning in as he waited for Cam to walk in because he was already too nervous and excited.

"Chamomile..." he started, "We have been courting for four years now..." he fidgeted a bit where he stood, slowly reaching forward to take both of Cam's hands in his, "And I know that I had approached this topic before, much too soon. But I wondered if now would be a good time?" He fumbled about for words, "I love you. More than I have loved any other woman."

He sighed, "Yes, I was married before and I loved my wife, but we were young. We never fully grasped the understanding of love. But with you, Chamomile..." he paused, searching for the right words, "It's deeper. If it were possible for my heart to beat again, it would beat for you. And only you, m'amor."

He slowly walked away from the love nest, pulling Cam with him so that he could kneel in front of her, "Chamomile Robinson," he started as he slowly reached into his pocket to produce a small box, " You are my soulmate. My Chamomile Tea. Would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man and vampire to ever live?"He took a deep breath, "Of course we couldn't get married right now, due to laws, but it would make me happy to know that you and I belong to each other," he paused, "Not that we don't belong to each other now, but for the rest of the world to know."

He realized that he was talking too fast due to his apparent nerves and finally forced his mouth to shut and stay shut for the time being until she could give him an answer. He was only able to wait for a second or two before he stood up, "I apologize," he said, "That was not very romantic."

Emery began pacing the room, "Perhaps I should recite Shakespeare? I could find two turtle doves..." He stopped moving and crossed his arms over his chest, tapping a finger against his chin, "This is not how I planned this."

The vampire stood where he was, trying to think of something that he could do to make the moment have that special....something. But for the life of him, he couldn't think of anything!

[crappy post is now more crappy. Emery choked at the end. He didn't know what to do XD ]

[Chamomile Robinson]

Magnificent Time Skiiiiip~!

They checked in at the Bellagio (under a false name of course) and were given a magnificent room overlooking the Vegas strip. They had two suites with his/her ammenities and it seemed that the hotel staff spared no luxury. Whatever they wanted, all they had to do was call and it would be arranged. Jeremy figured he and Emery would put those services to the test and request that an elephant be brought to the suite. If not, he would write a strongly worded letter to... whomever it may concern.

But that would have to wait. Jeremy sent a text to his vampire brother saying they'd landed and were going to sleep through the day, the marriage ceremony and reception would take place after the sun had set. The foursome would have plenty of time to go out and celebrate without worrying about Emery crumbling into dust. For now, they slept. In their seperate suites with their seperate his/her accomodations, they slept. And comfortably so. Jeremy woke up in the early evening, feeling more rested than he had in the busy weeks he had been working in New York. It was a tough life being a procurer, you know.

Mister Van Dupree was up now, parading around in his pajama pants sans shirt. He was switching between watching the television, meandering over to the ceiling to floor windows, and grazing through the kitchen.
"Sweetpea," he called out, popping a few fresh blueberries into his mouth and picking up a muffin as he made his way from the kitchen area, back towards the television. "Are you awake yet?"

Technically they weren't a couple, so Jeremy wasn't about to intrude on Felicia's space. They would have plenty of time for that when the vows were said. "You know we're getting married today, right? Oh, stocks are up this morning... that'll be nice for the portfolio." He took a manly bite of the muffin and chewed, a few crumbs getting caught on his unshaven face. Given the state the economy was in, Jeremy hadn't been paying attention to the stock market. Before the recession, Jeremy had pulled most of his stocks out leaving only a few obscure stakes in some companies.

Jeremy swallowed his bite and stretched. He was still unaware of Felicia being out of her room now, so he called out again as if she still was. "Do you have a preference as to where you'd like to be married today? They even have drive-thru weddings now." He didn't really want to go that route but he didn't want to plan something magnificent and expensive and attention grabbing either.

----

Cam's heart had been racing when she started to realize what was happening and she nearly fainted when Emery pulled out a little box and proposed they get married. The first time had been a mere six months into their relationship and he wanted to send a cow to her parents as a gift of his intentions. Somehow Cam talked him out of it, and there hadn't been any more talk of marriage until that moment.

And, true to Emery's nature, he was off on a tangent. Cam was expecting his native language to start flowing any moment. The red head stepped forward, approaching Emery's back. She slipped her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I don't need Shakespeare reading, or turtle doves. A pillow fort and rose petals is romantic enough for me," she said with a smile. "Now, do you want to know my answer?"

Obviously, Chamomile said yes. The future Mrs. Broussard and her intended spent the rest of their night doing what normal, newly engaged couples do: a nerf gun war, pillow fight, a trip to the jacuzzi in their regular clothes, and then the other activities that normal, newly engaged couples do. Chamomile spent the better part of her day sleeping next to Emery in their love nest and only waking up because her stomach was threatening to digest itself. She crawled out of bed and ordered some fresh fruit from room service before rifling through her suitcase for another pajama set and then slipping on the robe the hotel provided.

She meandered around the area, observing the mess she and Emery made of their hotel room. There were feathers everywhere after a pillow exploded and Cam could only imagine the talk the maids would be doing as they cleaned up this trashed residence. She checked her phone and then Emery's. He had a couple of messages from Jeremy. Instead of reading them, Cam slipped the phone into her pocket just as some one knocked at the door. She answered it, happily greeting the waiter who had the tray of food. It was a simple bowl of fruit, a container of nutella, and a pile of crepes. She made herself a roll up and returned to Emery, careful not to let any light in and be as quiet as possible. Which was kinda difficult considering his supersonic hearing.

"Hey you," Cam straddled his hips. "Waaake uuuup," she was whispering playfully, tracing her nail from his chin down his chest and then leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Cam knew vampires didn't sleep, or rather, that's what she heard. They just kind of laid there, zoned out, she guessed. "You have several messages on your phone and said phone is somewhere on me." She picked a feather out of his mustache, another out of his hair. Was there any place that was safe from these damn feathers?

[Felicia Van Dupree]

Felicia heard the television in the living area announce things about traffic, politics and the latest celebrity-dates-who. It wasn't anything greatly important or all that intriguing, so Felicia didn't pay too much attention to anything that was being said.

It took her a minute to remember where she was. Las Vegas. Okay. Now why was she there again? Then Jeremy's voice chimed in, answering her question and her heart thudded against her chest. It hadn't been a dream! Jeremy really was there, they really were in Vegas and they really were getting married. It was certainly a lot to re-wrap her mind around.

Felicia threw back the covers and moved to set up in the bed when she felt goosebumps raise up all over her body as the cold temperature of the room hit her. Had she been wearing a t-shirt and possibly pajama pants, it wouldn't have been that bad. But she wasn't. She was in a babydoll style nightgown - which wasn't revealing at all, but it had been quite some time since Jeremy had seen her in anything less than normal day-to-day clothing.
After checking the bedroom and the bathroom, she realized she had left her suitcase out in the living room. Why? Perhaps jetlag had really been that bad.

She ran into the bathroom, relieved to see that she had remembered her toothbrush and hairbrush. Nothing said unconventional romantic getaway like a rat's nest and dragon's breath.

Once she was as presentable as she could be in her nightgown, she opened the door to her bedroom slowly and peeked around the edge of the door. Of course, he was in the living room instead of his own bedroom. And shirtless. Her eyes roamed over his broad back and traveled down until she realized she had been staring. Felicia sighed a bit and ignored the burning of her cheeks as she walked over to the little kitchenette and grabbed a pitcher of orange juice out of the refrigerator. Felicia grabbed a small juice glass out of the cabinet and poured herself some orange juice and took a drink of what could only be freshly squeezed orange juice.

Leaning over the counter, she looked at the television.
"Stocks, hm? Never touch the stuff," Felicia stated before taking a sip from her orange juice. "Mmm, you should drink some of this, it's delicious."

Setting her glass down, Felicia straightened up and picked up the room service menu. Her stomach made a mewling growl of a sound and she quickly covered it with her hand, realizing that she hadn't eaten a proper meal since before the fight. Fries didn't count as a real meal and her stomach was very irritated with her for skipping meals. Everything on the menu looked amazing... It would be better to let Jeremy look at it and decide on something for breakfast or else she would end up ordering the whole kitchen and the restaurant across the street.

"Darling, what are you in the mood for?" she moved to take the menu to him, " I can't decide..."

_______


Being the prisoner of a nerfgun war was a tiring thing, especially after other activities that had taken up most of the night before dawn and then Emery was out like a light.

Or so he had been when the bed suddenly shifted from added body weight and he could feel the person moving closer and closer until he felt Cam's weight on him. A smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.
"Good evening to you too, amor." he spoke softly as she kissed his cheek, "Oh is that the case?" His hands danced over her thighs, his eyes still closed, "I suppose I should find it then, hm?"

With very little effort, Emery rolled the both of them over, all but completely pinning Cam to the bed.

"Now...where is my phone?" his hands were already beginning to wander as he spoke, "Is it here?" A hand squeezed her side, "Or here?" another squeezed her leg gently.

If he was going to have to search for his phone, he was going to have a bit of fun doing so.

[mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[Chamomile Robinson]

Jeremy stretched his arms out and rolled his neck as he listened to the stock analyist say something about a company's shares and his predictions for the day. He was unaware of the lady admiring his physique from afar. She had seen him completely naked before and she could probably pin point all the scars he beared. Then again, Felicia might not be able to; Jeremy had aquired a couple more since they last stopped taking each others clothes off.

Blah, blah, blah... he didn't really believe in the luck of the stock market. Jeremy was the kind to make his own luck. The stocks were just to make his legit identity look just that, legit. His other aliases... eh, they dealt stirictly in cash endeavors.

"I have," Jeremy replied when Felicia suggested he try the orange juice. "I had it brought in earlier. They had some cartoned stuff, but only the freshest for you, my dear."

He flipped the channel and a music video popped up. A woman in an absurd pink wig was rapping in a squeaky voice, it was beyond obnoxious! He grimaced and flipped the channel again, this time to an american football game. The Eagles and the... well, whoever the hell they were. It was just background noise anyway.

The man turned to find a most pleasant vision coming toward him and all thoughts halted. It had been a long, long time since Jeremy had seen Felicia in anything but professional, normal looking clothes. Sure, he'd broken into her house to borrow something while she was sleeping but she was covered by blankets and sheets so those occassions didn't count. The muffin in his hand slipped and fell to the floor, Jeremy rushed to catch it but failed and in the process bumped the menu from Felicia's hand. Blast, when had he ever, ever been this clumsy?

Once righted, Jeremy glanced at the menu. He acted as if nothing happened. Jeremy, trip over himself? Nothing of the sort ever happened, you fool.

"Well" he sniffed. "If you'd like to order in, we can... this is the dessert," Jeremy mumbled and flipped the little page. "Ah, here we are. As I was saying... ooh, they have she-crab soup!"

-----

Cam liked times like this, just the two of them in their own little world. Everything was quiet and calm, well for her anyway. Emery could probably hear every heart beating on the floors below and the traffic outside, but Cam was content. The stress had melted from her shoulders and she was smiling again. Even with the "surprise trip", the flight and staying up all night, Cam felt more rested than she had been in months!
She went with Emery's movement, rolling easily into the layers of fluff underneath them. She did lose her rolled up crepe, but if Cam noticed, she didn't really seem to care. She could always go back into the living room and make another.

Cam shrugged a shoulder when he squeezed her side. Her hands went and untied her robe, letting it fall open at her sides. "Could be," was her soft reply when Emery squeezed her leg. Cam bit her lip gently and slipped a hand under the pillow, hiding Emery's phone there for the time being.

She removed her hands once again, placing them on the back of Emery's neck and she smiled up at him. Her nails skated along his cool skin and the hair at the nape of his neck, comtemplative. "Or, it could be in the bathroom. In the shower, to be exact." Cam lifted her head and kissed her newly intended again.

With or without him, she was getting a shower. It wouldn't be acceptable to attend a wedding ceremony smelling like chlorine from the hot tub. She couldn't /make/ Emery do something but she could entice him. He was still a man, after all.