Ryker tried not to smile so that he could kiss her back. "I don't think this counts as dancing." He murmured in between kisses, his head resting against hers.

"Who cares if it counts as dancing..." she mumbled as her hands explored his neck. She pulled them down to his chest, feeling his muscle under his shirt. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder

Ryker's skin felt like it was on fire. Why? He had no clue. "Because you said you wanted to daaaance. For the record, though, I prefer this." He murmured, not being able to help a small grin. As always, the king of jokes prevailed. Nothing could just be romantic, it had to have a couple well timed jokes thrown in. The moonlight streamed in through the window at just the right angle where it hit the floor where they were standing, and while Ryker was wreathed in shadows, Abby was lit up by the silvery light. One hand rested on the small of her back as he trailed a couple kisses down her neck, shooing away the couple worried thoughts about Vegas and wedding planning he had barely helped with and if his adoptive father would show up, even though he was sure he would.

Abby leaned into him, her hands exploring his chest. A finger played with one of the buttons of his shirt. She pulled him into the light with her, smiling as his face lit up in the shimmering moonlight. Her soft breaths softly hitting his neck.

Ryker closed his eyes for a moment, slowly breathing out. He could stay in this moment forever. He couldn't believe that in just 3 days he would be marrying this amazing woman. Just 3 days. Everything was so perfect. For once, he dare admit, his life was going right. As he got pulled into the light, he opened his eyes to look at Abby. Pfft, the silvery light only made her look more beautiful. He gently kissed the top of her head. "I'm so glad I met you." He mumbled quietly.

Abby smiled "I am so glad I met you too" she tried to stay serious, but she knew it wouldn't last long. She breathed a happy sigh, her hands still messing with his button. Her fingers had to do something. Always. Abby moved one of her hands up until it was in his hair

Ryker, at this point, was pretty much like a human fidget. Apparently his buttons and hair were the new entertaining things. A couple thousands jokes came to mind, but he only couldn't resist a couple. He tried to just keep his mouth shut though. He failed. "Is your arm going to fall asleep with all the blood rushing to your shoulder?" He teased, never being able to not poke at their height differences. "Hey wait nooo, I had my hair perfectly messy! Now it's just messy messy!" Ryker sighed dramatically. He had to speak or otherwise... he'd be out like a light. Just standing there with Abby's warmth was way too relaxing for a tired person, but teasing and joking would keep him awake long enough to pull away and flop in bed. Maybe.

Abby giggled "NOO my arm is fine! And hey! Your hair is perfectly fine too!" She rolled her eyes and kissed him. Abby stepped closer, her body against his as they stood. She wanted this moment to last forever, but she could tell he was starting to tire. +gotta keep him awake. He sleeps too much+ she thought as she stared at him

"My hair is not fi-" He stopped midsentence as she kissed him. +Distractions+ he thought with a small huff. Ryker mentally whacked his brain and commanded himself to stay awake, which worked mildly well. At least he didn't just fall over, asleep. He had actually fallen asleep standing before, and it sucked. You go all limp before slamming into the floor and it usually hurts. Still... "You DO realize though it is, like, almost midnight?" He asked in a slightly joking tone, then his eyes widened a little. "Wait- how did you stand in those heels so long? Are your ankles broken?" Ryker inquired with a glint in his eyes.

Abby giggled as he suddenly became talkative. "I know it's midnight. Doesn't affect me much. Which also means today is two days from the wedding." Abby smiled. "And no, I don't think they are broken. Girls just have a natural ability to stand in heels" she tilted her head. "What would you do if I broke my ankles two days before the wedding?"