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A/N: This a little outtake from the original story to make up for my faux pa yesterday with the name confusion.

Let me explain the story circumstance so there won't be more confusion. Edward and Bella never had sex and he's been having sex dreams of random woman. Don't worry she knows.

Edward proposed to Bella on their anniversary and they planned a wedding in Phoenix on January 8th. Josh and Angela got together to make a bachelor and bachelorette party for the weekend before. It was in Las Vegas at the same establishment, but on different floors.

What happens in Vegas . . .

Everyone was unpacking in their room at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. It was a week before the wedding and they headed to the private party rooms for the Bachelor and Bachelorette Parties. The rooms both had the same Dance Club Party theme. The lights flashed and the music was loud and pumping.

"Josh, this party is awesome," Edward cheered.

"You just wait till the strippers arrive," Josh anticipated.

"What? Isabella is in the party room upstairs. She'll kill me."

"It will be fine. It is all in good fun. Look, here comes the alcohol." A waitress walked by carrying a tray of various drinks and was handing them out.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to be drinking. I really should have a clear head."

"Oh come on. This trip is to commemorate your last days single. Relax and enjoy yourself. I'll watch you and won't let you do anything to hurt Isabella," Josh promised as he took two glasses filled with amber liquid off the tray.

"You sure?" Edward took the glass Josh handed him.

Josh nodded and gulped down beer from the large glass.

Meanwhile at Isabella's party the girls were dancing to the loud music. She was enjoying herself when a bunch of ladies came in dressed a little too provocatively. She went up to them and asked them who they were.

"This is a private party," Isabella shouted over the music.

"We know. We were hired for the Mason Bachelor Party."

"Really? Does this look like a Bachelor Party?" She gestured to all the girls around. "It's one flight down."

"Oh. Sorry."

"You know what? I'll join you. I need to speak to the groom."

Isabella began to walk out with the strippers. The others from the party followed along. When Isabella walked into the Bachelor Party, she saw her fiancé drinking and dancing on the table. All the guys were cheering him on.

"That's the groom's over there," she pointed. "But remember to bring him back to me in one piece."

"You're the bride?" one asked.

"Yeah," she said with a sad expression.

The strippers looked at each other. "There are plenty of guys here to entertain. I think we could manage to spread our time really thin."

"Thank you," Isabella smiled. "The best man is over there," she pointed. "He's nursing a broken heart."

The girls from the Bachelorette Party started mingling with the guys of the Bachelor Party, while the strippers set up to prepare for their dance. The spirits of the party significantly rose. Edward noticed Isabella staring at him and came over to her.

"It seems our two parties are together after all," he yelled over the music. "Dance with me." The two danced most of the night. He kept drinking alcohol, but she stuck to non-alcoholic beverages. Edward took a gulp, wiped his face on his sleeve and kissed her clumsily on the mouth.

"I like this party," he slurred.

"You're kind of drunk."

"Just a little bit," he confirmed holding up his right hand pinching his index and thumb together.

"I have to go to the ladies room. I'll be back in a minute."

"No problem," Edward said. As she left, he started to dance again.

"Hello ladies. I'm the groom and this is my party. Everyone has to dance with me. It's a rule." He pulled a couple of girls over and danced with them.

Edward opened his eyes. He woke up in a bed with a throbbing headache and a girl on his right side. It was still dark. He didn't recognize the room or the girl who was facing away from him. He stared at her, hoping for some clue to her identity.

Is that pink hair? He thought.Her odd wavy hair covered her face. He began to panic. What did I do? Why did I drink so much last night? I can't even believe I was allowed to drink. I'm still underage. I'm going to kill Josh, just after Isabella kills me. I knew I wasn't going to make it to the wedding. Those stupid dreams!

He tried to move to a seated position without disturbing the girl. She had her hands under her chin and she began to move her left hand a little. It caught his eye, something metallic on her finger. Edward reached over and gently pulled the arm down, so he could see the girl's hand. There was a wedding ring on it. He instantly looked at his and noticed he was wearing one, too. I got married? he guessed. He paused, and then gently brushed the hair aside. The whole thing slipped off, away from her face. It was a wig, a wig on Isabella. Isabella! his silent voice screamed with relief. Isabella?

Edward looked at his watch to see what day it was, to know if he had blacked out an entire week. Nope. With some relief, but still confused he put his arms around her and squeezed gently.

"Isabella. My wife? Wake up," he whispered in her ear.

Isabella turned over. "Good morning," she smiled.

"What happened last night? All I remember was you going to the ladies room and I was I think dancing with some of the girls."

"I came back and saw those ladies getting a little too friendly with you. But, before I could say anything, you pulled away from them and came over to me, claiming that I was the only one that could have you. I told you not until we were married. And you said, 'I can fix that.' You picked me up over your shoulder, which was scary by the way. You took me across the street the chapel, and we were married."

"You're kidding. The wedding is on Wednesday," Edward uttered in disbelief.

"I guess you couldn't wait."

"Why did you agree?" he questioned, confused.

"I wanted to marry you, Edward. I didn't care when or where. And, if you were with me last night, you couldn't be with another girl," she explained.

"Jealous?"

"Not anymore," she giggled. "Funny thing though, as soon as we got to this room, you fell asleep."

"You mean we didn't?"

"Nope." she shook her head.

"Good."

"Good?" she repeated, questioning.

"I would have hated to have forgotten it." He leaned down to kiss her, maneuvering on top of her. His lips moved down to the crevice between her shoulder and her neck. His experienced hands began to tug at her clothing.

"Wait Edward," she whispered. "What about our wedding? Will I still be able to wear white?"

Edward deeply gazed into her eyes. "You said we're already married and I waited long enough," he breathed. He began to kiss her again, but slowly. He didn't want to pressure her. She slid her arms around him and pulled off his shirt. He arms slid down to her pants and unzipped it, as she unbuttoned her blouse. She began to remove them both, while he stripped his slacks off. Their faces united again drinking from each other's lips and he mused, Finally.

A/N: Did you like? I hope so. Want more pieces that didn't make it into the story? Just ask.