With his evil chuckle, Fisher released James' lip so he could smirk that evil smirk of his. "Only if I can," he crooned cockily. Only with James did he ever feel confident and safe enough to act like he was in charge of anything. It was empowering to know that here was this man who ran an entire city, had no issue cutting someone down when they got too full of themselves, and Fisher could make him melt into a puddle with just a look.
"But..." Raking his fingers through his fiance's hair, Fisher cocked his head slightly. "I have to work. And you have to work. So we're gonna get married tomorrow night, and we're going to spend all of Sunday together, and Monday if I can convince you to stay. And then you'll go back to Vegas, and I'll go back to the school, and then... then I'll come see you the week after next. And we'll plan out until Christmas how we'll see each other, and I'll come see you for the holidays and we'll make this work. We will."