Minor Warning: some smut in this chapter so its rated extremely high T, but its not too smutty.

"I've driven by this place a bunch of times, but never did I think one day I'd get to stay in a room here," she sighed as they pulled up to the building that appeared to have been built in ancient times. The building was beautiful. John sighed as they exited the car, the valet hurrying to them. He narrowed his eyes, how did this kid know he was coming? She tugged John inside while a bell hop took their lone suitcase.

"This has to be a setup." he grumbled, of course it had to be since they had to call Finch on the way to this beautiful hotel to get the name of their supposed person of interest. He had seemingly forgotten to tell them what it was when he was busy shooing them out. But she didn't care, she got John in a luxurious hotel all to herself! Beds galore in here and without anyone to bother them. No Finch, no numbers, no Fusco, no Taylor; she had him all to herself! She felt an extra bounce to her step as they walked in. She gasped at the hotel. It was huge, with high cathedral style ceilings and giant crystal chandeliers, making the mood and ambiance very sophisticated but yet held a warm feel to it.

"Beautiful," she breathed taking in the rich décor of the hotel.

"Yes it is," He agreed with her. He tucked her into his side as they walked to the front desk.

"You must be Mr. John Warren," the concierge greeted them with a warm smile on the younger man's face. She decided he was a cutie, he had auburn colored hair, sparkling light green eyes, and a wide grin on his face. He had glasses on his face, but even those didn't take away from the young man's handsome features. She looked up to John, however, no man would ever be as gorgeous as he was.

"I am."

"Yes, yes, yes, we have been expecting you and your extremely beautiful fiancee." She shifted her loving gaze off John's profile to eye the young man in front of them. "Mr. French's praises of your absolute beauty have not done you justice Jocelyn Carter. You are even more beautiful then I envisioned." she smiled but felt John tug her harder towards him possessively.

"Thank you Mr.-"

"Oh dear, where are my manners? I'm Benjamin, come along Mr. Warren and soon to be Mrs. Warren, you are to stay in the Peninsula Suite." She felt John pause.

"Wait a minute, its not just a regular room?"

"Oh no sir, I'm sorry Mr. French was very adamant that his friend and employee was to stay in our best suite and that is the Peninsula Suite. I think you'll find it to your liking."

"As long as it has a bed," she commented softly. The young man grinned before sending John a distinctively male look, before leading them to an elevator.

"Your itinerary for the day has been documented." she blinked at that.

"Itinerary?" she asked as they filed into the elevator with the bellhop.

"Yes, did Mr. French not speak to you about any of this?"

"No, he did not." John sounded upset but she smiled holding onto his arm. It was safe to assume they had been set up which meant she could have him all to her itty bitty self. No number to get in the way this one night. She just hoped the same went for their wedding. She didn't want to think he needed to kneecap anyone in his tux, before their wedding...or worse during it!

"Well it's not much, we are to bring up room service around five in the evening, then you and your future wife are to retire upstairs at the Salon de Ning for a private event, which is our rooftop bar and lounge. Don't worry Ms. Carter, you won't be chilly we have an intimate interior bar as well as the terraces that have multiple hidden heaters." She nodded, this sounded nice, very nice. The elevator dinged and they exited it on the nineteenth floor. They were lead down the hall to a door at the end. He opened it with a keycard, which he promptly handed to John, and pushed the door open with the bellhop, followed by her and John. Both stopped at the entryway and stared at the suite.

"This is the suite, it looks like our new loft!" she exclaimed eyeing the warm beige colored walls, the cherry wooded floors, the elegant looking furniture in a living room.

"The suite has six luxurious rooms, including a living room, master bedroom as well as a spare bedroom, a luxurious bathroom, a dining room with an adjoining kitchen, and a study." her mouth dropped open as he listed the rooms as per a brochure would. "Mr. French wanted you and Mr. Warren, a very trusted friend, in the best suite we had available which we assured him was this. The suite is 3300 square feet, there are controls for just about everything near the bed," he paused sending her a smile before he carried on to talk about the amenities this room had to offer. She was in awe as she took in everything as she looked around the place, while John tipped the man and bellhop as they took their leave. She shrugged her jacket off, throwing it on the couch they weren't going to use much. She fixed her dress she was grateful she chose to wear this morning before sidling up to John who was dialing his cell phone, and she slid her arms under his suit blazer and jacket to wrap securely around his waist. He put the cell on speakerphone when Finch finally answered.

"There isn't any number is there?" he demanded without even saying hello to Finch.

"No, the docket is clear for now. You and Jocelyn deserve a romantic evening out." she smiled.

"So this is a way to make up for John's bumbling proposal," she snickered as his eyes snapped to her, which she smiled at.

"Bumbling. Me? You're the one that hopped on top of me!" he reminded and she just shrugged.

Finch chimed in. "Yes, when I was informed that Mr. Reese had not gone to the romantic dinner for two, I decided to send you both on a romantic evening for two whenever we had a clear docket. Which just so happens to coincide with your impending nuptials. I hope everything is to your liking, and please enjoy yourselves."

"Finch, this suite…"

"I know, its luxurious I was informed of its amenities. Again have a nice time Mr. Reese and Jocelyn. I look forward to seeing you both tomorrow as we finish planning your last minute details to your wedding." she leaned her chin against his chest while he sighed as the two friends hung up.

"Hear that, John? He wishes us to have a nice time."

"Can you imagine how much this room costs?"

"More than I make probably in a month, so we need to do as he says and have a wonderful time," she said coyly with an arched brow and a smile on her lips. He returned the grin as he lowered his head capturing her lips in a light kiss.

"Oh I think I can handle that, except for the fact that we have an itinerary." He pressed more kisses against her face before leaning down towards her neck. She moaned as he swirled his wicked tongue against her pulse that was racing, loving whenever he kissed her there. "You know how much I hate following rules," he whispered against her neck.

"Can you follow my directions? Get me to the bed, now." She sighed when he leaned back, smiling at her.

"I think I can handle that." He grabbed her hand as they both casually walked to the bedroom, their clothes off in seconds and making love for the rest of the afternoon.

She sighed as they walked around the terrace of the Salon de Ning. She had to agree with Benjamin even though it was cold out for New York, up here it wasn't bad at all. A little nippy but she could handle being outside for at least an hour before she would grow cool. It was breathtakingly beautiful up here. She and John had a lovely time. So far they had talked and made love all afternoon, where her body had felt deliciously loved. Her muscles felt so relaxed, she felt boneless; even her raging hormones seemed sated, at least for the moment. Their last round of lovemaking had nearly taken her to another planet, it had to have been the best sex they ever had! The room service had been flawless, the food was tender and delicious. So far it felt like they had been enclosed in a private oasis meant for them only. They had only seen a few other couples so far while they traveled on the elevator up to the rooftop bar and lounge. They had gone out onto the terrace overlooking Manhattan. The whole roof was decorated with roses and rose pedals on the floor, and there were soft pale lights hanging down from the very top of the building, giving it an even more intimate appeal.

"It's so beautiful up here, John."

"Yes it is, I just wonder what private event we are supposed to be at?" he asked as he turned to eye her. She wasn't sure herself it was quite empty up here besides a couple employees. She placed her purse down on one of the out door tabletops, with the lights low, and the moonlight glittering around them; it had to be the most romantic evening she ever had.

"Who knows," she sighed, contented just to be in his presence, she didn't need any private event. "I love you, John." He smiled lightly before wrapping his arms around her.

"I love you too." They pulled apart abruptly when soft violins filled the air. She turned around in his arms that then settled around her waist, his chin on her shoulder, pulling her up against him. They both eyed a quartet comprised of two men and two women playing violins, playing a soft melody. She turned around in John's arms after a few minutes of listening and watching.

"I think the private event is just the two of us, dancing and getting to spend time together."

"I can handle that." they swayed to the music, he held her left hand to his heart, while his eyes bore into hers. He paused in the middle of dancing.

"What's wrong, John?"

"Give me the ring." He motioned to her engagement ring.

"What, why?"

"Don't ask so many questions Joss, just give me the ring." She did as he asked, extremely confused but did it, handing it back to him. She felt naked without it on. He smiled as he held onto it, before he slid down to his one knee.

"What are you doing?" she smiled warmly as he looked up at her.

"You wanted a more romantic proposal so I'm giving you one."

"No, I just enjoy teasing you, the proposal was fine the way it was." She chuckled softly with a joyful heart.

"Jocelyn Carter, will you agree to marry me again?" he said so seriously, so solemnly, like he didn't already know the answer.

"Yes I will," she watched as he slid the ring back on her finger, making her feel whole again, and she tugged him up to his feet. She plastered her mouth to his, he took control which was fine by her. He wrapped his arms around her, their bodies still gently swaying to the music, while he made it nearly impossible to not want to forget about dancing and talking altogether, instead to go to their room for the night. She shivered lightly which he felt as he pushed back from her.

"Cold?" he whispered.

"A little." she responded and he shrugged his suit jacket off before helping her arms through the sleeves. It engulfed her making her look tiny. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they began swaying to the music again. John's hands were beneath his jacket around her small of her back.

"I never thought I'd fine someone like you," he whispered in her ear. She was proud of herself for not missing a step. "I never thought I deserved someone like you."

"You're a good man,"

"No I'm not, but for you I try to be." he didn't say anything else for a few moments they just swayed to the slow music together, content to be in each other's company. She didn't remember the last time they just got to be together, without someone interrupting them. She was going to kiss Finch for giving them this one night together. "I'll never understand how you can love me." his soft voice filled her ear again. He sounded thoughtful, she smiled as she looked up to gaze at him. He peered down at her intently.

"What's not to love? You're intelligent, protective, kind, funny in your own way, and are so sexy." She grinned and he couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Oh, so Jocelyn Carter is a bit shallow, huh."

"No, I'd still love you even if you needed a bag over your head." he let out a wallop of a laugh, which she always loved, since he rarely ever let himself enjoy life. "You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I love what's here," she dropped her left hand from around his neck to where his heart beat steadily. His eyes sobered up quickly, the smile fell from his face, and his eyes showed his emotions. "You have a loving heart, John; it was just bruised." She leaned in, kissing his chest where her hand was. "I'll protect it forever and for always." he tugged her closer to him.

"I'll protect yours just the same,"

"I know you will."

"I love you." he whispered before he captured her lips in a tender kiss before pushing back slightly.

"I know that too." She allowed her hands to slide back up into his hair, her fingers massaging where his hairline softened into a V on his neck. God, how he loved her when she did that. His head dipped down, his mouth pressed warm kisses on her neck. "Oh god, John," she moaned as they gently swayed together to the music. He was making it hard for her to enjoy this romantic evening with him, she wanted to be alone with him. He pushed back.

"I can't wait till you're my wife, you're all mine," his hot whisper filled her ear, she moaned as his body pressed into hers. She felt his erection against her belly. She was so glad that she wasn't the only one feeling the effects of this romantic evening.

"Make love to me, John." she moaned quietly so the violinists couldn't hear her. She wanted him inside her more than anything. He captured her lips with his and she melted into the kiss. The one song ended, when another began. She furrowed her brows as they kissed and he deepened it almost making her forget where she was. She sighed into his mouth, but the song the violinists were playing sounded awfully familiar, and like that she broke the kiss when she remembered. His mouth went back to her neck again, his hand dipped low grabbing her butt. "Stop, stop, stop please stop." she moaned pushing John back. "We've been had!" he looked confused and more than ready to make love to her.

"What are you talking about, we already figured out that Finch set us up, remember?" his hands cupped her tender breasts. Thank god she had her back to the violinists. She moaned in the back of her throat when his thumbs brushed her hardening, so sensitive nipples. Oh dear lord he wasn't making this easy on her.

"John, the song."

"You like it?" he asked like he wasn't torturing her body.

"It-its 'Best Thing that Ever Happened to Me'," she moaned and pushed out of her future husband's arms. "I'm going to kill Frankie!" she whirled around hurrying to where she left her purse.

"Joss I want to make love to you." he eyed the terrace making sure no one could hear him.

"I know, I know, I sooooo want that too, you have no idea, but FRANKIE!" she growled angrily as she began dialing her ex-best friend's phone number.

"What's going on?"

"Do you remember if Finch and Frankie were ever alone together, when Finch had joined us for dinner? Remember way back when you first learned I was pregnant, remember the dinner that night?"

"Yeah?" the phone continued to ring.

"Well you invited Finch, which he happily obliged. Do you recall Frankie and Finch being alone at anytime during that dinner where possibly he could have given Finch his number?"

"Not sure, I don't really remember that much, I do remember gazing at you the entire night." she wanted to throw her phone down to grab him this second. He was eyeing her like he was going to tear her clothes off at any second.

"Hello?" Frankie's voice filled her ear, making her sexual thoughts about tugging John onto the ground, having him inside her, flee.

"Frankie, what the hell!"

"How's everything, Jocelyn?"

"Don't 'how's everything, Jocelyn' me! What are you doing?"

"I just flew in with my love, Craig, to see you get married to your sex god, remember?"

"No, I mean you and Finch set John and I up! Now I want to know why you wanted to get rid of us?!"

"Oh darling, whatever do you mean?" She rolled her eyes at the innocent but definitely wicked voice of Frankie. That jerk! But she loved him too much to be truly upset.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on a plane."

"Frankie, I know when your plane was supposed to come in! It landed an hour ago." She heard talking in the background. "Whose there?"

"No one." she rolled her eyes.

"I can hear someone there."

"Oh don't you worry, its just Craig, darlin. I think your keen detective skills are getting a bit messed up, must be those pregnancy hormones."

"Frankie, what are you doing?"

"Oh you are no fun, you know that? Look, Craig, Harold, your mother, and myself are just looking to spruce up your wedding to your sex god, we needed to be able to talk just amongst ourselves so we came up with the idea of sending you two lovebirds on a romantic evening." she grabbed her chest. Her mother was in cahoots with these friends of hers!

"My mother too!"

"Yeah, she said your wedding to John was too plain and simple for her liking. She thinks you settled on your first wedding. Since Harry here is footing the bill, she wants your dream wedding."

"What do you mean 'Harry's footing the bill?'"

"Oh relax, the guy is rich! So we have been hashing out plans for you two darling, you and your sex god are gonna be happy with your announcement. I pitched for it to say 'Jocelyn Carter is getting married to her Sex God,' but I was outvoted, sorry!"

"What? What announcement?" She felt her blood pressure rising as her fears hit the roof.

"The announcement in the paper for your wedding, silly!"

"We weren't having any announcement."

"Harry and I figured you two deserve a proper wedding."

"A proper wedding, I'm going to give you something proper alright a swift kick to your ass!"

"Jocelyn, you're pregnant, you need to breathe, and all this negativity isn't good for the babies. Which your mother told me you are having twins, some best friend you are not even telling me I get a Franklin AND a Franklina!"

"Can you put Harold on the phone for me?" she asked as sweet as she could. Patience is a virtue she reminded herself.

"Sure thing darlin," John was watching her with quiet eyes. She held a finger to him for a moment with a pasted on smile for his benefit. When she heard Finch say hello, she allowed her smile to fade away.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh Jocelyn, I just felt you both deserve a much needed celebration of your love and devotion to one another. John has suffered greatly in his life, I wish him to have a wedding he will never ever forget, same for you."

"I appreciate the thoughtfulness, Finch, I do, but we were expecting a small wedding." Well, to be truthful she had wanted a bigger wedding, but she had grown used to the idea of a small one for John.

"Oh don't worry about that; we are just inviting your friends and family. It will be a small affair."

"No, no I mean everything small. I don't want an announcement in the paper."

"Well we just handed them a check, its all paid for."

"Well, unhand them a check."

"I can't."

"Finch!" she snapped then tried to remain calm when John looked tense. "Please tell me that's all you've done."

"Well, we have already ordered and paid for a few other minor things as well."

"A few other minor things, like what?"

"I reserved ten white horses and a carriage which you, Taylor, and your mother will arrive in so you can walk down the makeshift aisle to walk down to John. John, meanwhile, will ride in on the one lone black stallion I reserved. Speaking of reservations, I reserved Central Park for your ceremony. Franklin mentioned you always dreamt of getting married outside, it's cold out but I'm already figuring out a way to keep it warm in the gazebo I specially ordered for where you and Mr. Reese will get married." she staggered until she sat down. Special made gazebo, horses, Central Park it was everything a girl could dream of and more. She couldn't help but feel giddy and like a princess. She smiled, but she looked up seeing John's tense look again, knowing he was going to flip when he realized how huge their wedding was getting. No she had to put a stop to this.

"Finch, you do realize John didn't wish for a big wedding, right? He wanted just to elope with me."

"Oh dear, its already paid for, Jocelyn, can you maybe get him to be okay with it?"

"Oh thanks a lot! Leave me up with the impossible task of making John, the burly, quiet former assassin, okay with this."

"What's going on?" he demanded, growing more concerned as he saw her fidgeting.

"Bye, Jocelyn," Finch hung up with her in a flourish and she sighed unhappily. Maybe she'd offer to give him a rubdown remembering their very first one, that might relax him enough so she could spring this on him. He had his hands on his hips, his blue eyes piercing her, and she slowly stood back up, squaring her shoulders.

"John, honey," she paused shooting him a sweet grin, batted her eyes at him, making him immediately become suspicious.

"Yes, honey?"

"See the thing is, well the thing is, here's the thing-" she paused not sure how she was going to tell him about it without him flipping out.

"What is it, Joss?"

"Frankie and Finch sent us here to sort of get rid of us."

"Why?"

"Because they are planning this somewhat bigger wedding than we previously wanted."

"How much bigger?"

"Guest list wise not much, maybe a person here or there, I'm not exactly sure. But remember that small little church we reserved last minute?"

"Yes, the one you liked," he pointed out, and she had liked it, but she hadn't known Finch could reserve Central Park.

"Well, its not going to held there anymore."

"Where is it going to be held?" his look was downright stormy. She pasted on a smile.

"Central Park," she whispered so quietly that not even she could hear her voice with her own ears. Her eyes cast downwards.

"I'm sorry, you mumbled and whispered that. Where?"

"Central Park." she said a little louder still looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry Joss, one more time, I thought I heard you say Central Park."

"I did." she lifted her gaze from the floor to his eyes and saw them widen. "Frankie told Finch about my wish to be married outside, its in some sort of specially made gazebo thing I guess, and you will be riding in on a black horse."

"WHAT?!"

"I know, its not that bad, and you could always refuse to ride the horse."

"What happened to our plans, why are they hijacking them?"

"Because they are our overbearing friends and want the best for us."

"I can't do a big wedding."

"Yes you can, no one will know who you are, and the people there already do." She wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel the tension in him. She wondered if maybe the big, bad, and strong John Reese was nervous in front of a crowd with all eyes on him. Did John Reese have a little stage fright? She felt bad now for getting excited over something that was causing him to be this worried, tense, and unhappy. He had just wanted to elope, now here they were going from a small intimate wedding of their choosing to this huge thing.

"Joss I just want to marry you, I just want you to be mine as legally as possible."

"And we will be."

"Their way." he pushed out of her arms. He looked upset, but it appeared like he swallowed it. "But I can see it makes you happy, you wanted a big wedding, didn't you?"

"Yes but you don't and its okay. We'll just tell them to forget it."

"No, you want this, its your dream wedding, so I'll just deal with it."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I love you and I'll do anything for you."

"Even suck it up, and ride a horse to get married to me?"

"Yes, even ride a horse to get married to you," he grinned a little shyly.

"Well there is one thing I want from you right now that no one can hijack from us."

"Oh?" he grinned as she picked up her purse and gently started pulling him towards the bar to get on the elevator. "Still in the mood then?"

"For you, always," she grinned back. They rushed to the elevator ignoring the violinists, the employees, everyone just to be alone together. The elevator doors slid shut, they hit the number 19 which was only two floors away. The doors slid closed, and he smiled devilishly as he pressed the red button stopping the elevator as it just barely began to move. He pressed her against the wall as his mouth captured hers, his hands going for the hemline of her stretchy dress. She chuckled in his mouth, as he pushed back. "What happened to wanting me in a comfortable position?"

"Need you now." he lowered her underwear. He flung her panties on the red carpet of the elevator before he slid his hands up her bare legs under her dress up her thighs. He kissed her belly through the fabric of her dress, his suit jacket still on her as he slowly stood his left hand touched her, making her hips surge forward for his warm touch. "Mmmm, you weren't kidding about needing me." he chuckled as he nuzzled his nose to hers. She hitched a leg around his lean hip as her hands went for his zipper.

"Less talk, more lovin'," she moaned desperately undoing the button before working his zipper down, until she could push his loosened pants and underwear down. John sprung free from his underwear, happily into her waiting hands. His moan was hot as he took her mouth with his, he pushed her hands from him and moved her dress out of his way, so he could position himself against her slick entrance. "Please John," he didn't tease her, he thrust into her banging her ass against the wall of the elevator. Her hands rested on his shoulders wishing his clothes were all off. She loved the feel of his skin against hers. Later. "I can't wait till you're my husband." she moaned as she drew her tongue against his neck, her hands rising to grasp his hair.

"I can't wait till you're my wife." he held her hips steady as he worked himself in and out of her at a quick pace. "All mine." he nipped gently at her neck as he blew apart her world. He was deliciously sliding his large, thick length into her making her delirious to everything but him. She found herself climaxing quickly, crying his name loudly, which John answered to about a minute later finding his own climax. They clung to one another, leaning heavily into the wall, and they both gave a silly grin at one another when they parted, fixing their clothes. He hit the button again, when his eyes widened, seeing her panties on the floor still. He picked them up, hiding them in his pocket just as the elevator doors opened and an elderly couple entered.

They stood together, trying not to laugh as the elderly couple kept giving them sidelong glances, knowing what happened. John's hair was rumpled, she was sure hers was as well, and his shirt was haphazardly tucked into his pants, one side sticking out. The doors opened again, they scurried off the elevator and as the doors slid shut, she burst out into a fit of giggles. He smiled warmly tugging her to his side as they made their way to their hotel room for the night.

Author's note: Sex in the elevator is always good :D John has his huge romantic moment in chapter 5 which I have to say is by far one of my favorite chapters of the story, same with my friend Elaine, so hopefully it will be a favorite of yours too :)

The next chapter, a minor argument between Careese erupts over some 'parties' Frankie wants to throw, and baby names are explored :) Hope you guys can handle the utter fluff that is the next chapter!

Thanks for reading and or reviewing as always I appreciate it and love it!