Already home. (Aaron Tveit fanfiction)

Epilogue.-

Amy closed the hotel room door behind them and she went right to let herself fall on the queen size bed while Aaron was on the bathroom. In the second that her back touch the comfortable bed, she took off her shoes, letting them fall on the floor. "I can't believe we actually did it" she said to herself, closing her eyes and biting her lip. "What are you talking about, sweetheart?" Aaron asked, leaning against the doorframe with the smuggest grin ever. "Are you serious, babe? Why don't you look at your hand, sweetheart?" she told him, getting up with her arms and sitting on the bed, trying not to smile like an idiot. "Oh, this one?" Aaron asked again, rising up his left hand so Amy could see it. "Don't act like an idiot!" she yelled, finally getting up from the damn bed and walking towards Aaron. "Why? Because you can't walk away from this now? Because technically you can in a couple hours if you want!" he joke, walking and meeting her in the halfway.

When they met in the middle of the room she practically jump in his arms, hugging Aaron by the waist as tight as are arms let her. He was an idiot, but he was her idiot and Amy couldn't be happier. "You are a bastard. But I love you" she murmured, putting on her tiptoes to kiss Aaron. He replied the kiss happily; picking up the girl by the waist, making her put her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck. "And I can't believe that I'm your damn wife. We get married in Vegas. We spend less than two hundred bucks in a fucking wedding! Oh god! This is totally insane!" she laughed against his neck and Amy could hear Aaron laughing with her. "You are my husband. We are in Vegas. And we got married in freaking Vegas!" she squealed of joy, with her hands in both sides of Aaron face.

The fact was that for their first anniversary Aaron suddenly get down in one knee with a Cartier red box and a beautiful diamond ring in his hand and his eyes shining in a way she'd never seen. After the most sweet and loving speech he asked Amy if she wanted to be his wife and in the middle of her kitchen she just said yes, crying like a little girl. Before all the propose thing, with the little time they had, they planned a short week trip to Vegas to celebrate their anniversary.

They hadn't planned anything about the wedding, they were just joking in the windows of Cartier in the middle of the Venetian when Aaron told her to go inside to see wedding bands, because he wanted to get married with Amy there in Las Vegas. Amy thought that it was a joke, but it wasn't at all. After ten minutes Aaron convinced her to do it with a big speech of "You are not going to tell me now that you want a big wedding with two hundred people, don't you?", and fuck he was right. She just wanted something small with at least fifty guests, and they could do that when they get back to New York.

So after ten minutes Amy said yes, but with the condition that she would pay for the wedding bands. Because she was the one who loved Cartier, because Aaron already paid a lot for her engagement ring and because tons of other reasons that she was saying really fast until Aaron kissed her to shut her up.

And finally two hours later they were married and back in the hotel room. "At least it wasn't Elvis the one who married us" Aaron exclaimed, putting her down and letting her stay on her feet again. "Oh, you would love to say that Elvis married us here, didn't you?" she asked, closing a little her eyes and punching playfully Aaron's chest a couple times, before finally placing her hands there. "No, I love to say that now you are my beautiful and amazing wife" he said taking Amy in his arms, pulling her closer, and his forehead leaning against her. "Damn, you are so perfect" Aaron murmured against her lips, looking at his -now- wife before kissing her.

Aaron kissed her like if there wasn't tomorrow. He had been waiting to kiss his girl the entire night, but he was waiting to have Amy all to himself in their hotel room. His lips were so soft and urgent on hers, but gentle and sweet at the same time, her tongue probing its way into his mouth. They were always having that silly fight over who was going to dominate who at the time, but Amy knew too much tricks on how to kiss him to drive Aaron crazy, impatient and wanting more. He still tasted like alcohol, and for Amy that was the best way she could imagine to taste champagne.