Even with Sig's assistance, Blue couldn't have imagined how much work it took to plan a wedding. Finding an officiant on such short notice wasn't a simple task, but thankfully Blue's mother took care of that while Sig found them a cake (Blue ended up choosing chocolate with fresh raspberries). Sig found them a caterer and scouted out a location--"Something outside, perhaps?" Blue had requested uncertainly--and the young man stood still while a tailor measured him every which way beneath his lover's overprotective eye.<br/><br/>Time was racing ahead against the human's wishes, and Blue found himself spinning trying to catch all of the little details as they whooshed by. In the quiet moments, Blue curled himself up next to his wolf. The familiar feel of the older male's calloused fingertips brushing against his soft skin was a soothing respite among the chaos. He committed to memory the tender way Eivind kissed him and the rhythm of the wolf's breathing while he slept. When he didn't think Eivind was looking, Blue would stare, perhaps a little too long, memorizing every hair along Eivind's face, every fluffy curl as it cascaded down from his scalp. When they mated, Blue was sure to relish every second of Eivind's unbridled passion, whispering the words "I love you" over and over into his ear and shivering when the wolf said it back.<br/><br/>Blue didn't know what Sig had in store for their surprise, but he went willingly, knowing whatever it was it was bound to be fun. The young man's granite eyes lit up the moment the blindfold was removed and a scantily clad and impressively muscled man placed a glass of champagne in his hand. Blue blushed furiously--used to the free nature of wolves but still flustered by his typically more modest human brethren. "Sig, you went all out, didn't you?" Blue smiled, following the mostly naked man back to the VIP room, a luxurious spread with cushy couches, dim lights, and more alcohol than Blue knew what to do with.<br/><br/>"Vin, loosen up, handsome," Blue laughed, easing his lover down onto one of the smooth reclined couches and settling down next to him. He reached up for Sig's hand, taking it and squeezing it affectionately. "He's gonna eat you alive the second we get out of here. But I'll try to keep him distracted so you can get a running start."<br/><br/>He took a sip of his champagne, enjoying the way the bubbly liquid danced down his throat. "I've never been to a strip club before," he admitted. He tucked himself beneath Eivind's arm, running a gentle hand up and down the tense wolf's thigh to settle him. "This will be fun. Relax. For me?" he whispered, looking at his lover with wide eyes. Blue wanted to ensure every moment they spent together was perfect. No sadness, no anger, no irritation. Just raw joy.<br/><br/>"So, what do we do first?" he asked, tossing a playful look to Sig. "Is there a man menu I can look at?"