Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What's That?

We Need To Get Married!

"I want to be with you," Angelica said, holding Lois Lane's hand in her own. "I want to do the right thing for you and the baby. But I can't do that living in sin...we...we have to get married! Tonight! Then...then we can make love as much as we want!"

The angel's erection was throbbing hard, and rubbing against the reporter's thigh.

Lois blinked. This was taking an unexpected turn.

"I...where would we even find someone to marry us in the middle of the night?"

Angelica's eyes began to glow. Her head seemed to be engulfed in a golden glow.

"I know a place..."

There was a flash like a lightning strike.

Lois blinked away the echoes of the burst of light. She could feel clothes on her skin, and looked down at an unfamiliar black tuxedo, complete with bowtie and the red slash of a cummerbund. It was too warm for her jacket, and the air was dry. Sirens roared somewhere in the night.

When she could see again, Lois stared up at a giant neon sign that said Wedding Chapel. She recognized that sign. It belonged to one of the most famous chapels in the world. But that wasn't in Metropolis, that was in...

"Las Vegas," Lois gulped.

A hand gripped the reporter's arm. She turned to see...Angelica Blaze. Sans wings. Plus a pretty white wedding dress, the veil drawn over her face. She pressed a hard, circular metal object into the reporter's palm.

"Lois...I...I know this is sudden, but...will you marry me?"

The door of the chapel opened, and Lois saw a minister dressed exactly like Elvis Presley usher a happy couple out toward a waiting limousine. He saw them and held the door open, light spilling out into the dark night.