Author's Notes:
I physically CANNOT bring myself to stop writing this. They're so cute and so much fun to write, it's impossile to stop. I love writing in this "universe" so to speak, and so I've added ONE MORE part to this part! I WILL end it. There will be more in the future but in different situations and further into their relationship! All mistakes are mine!
I hope you enjoy- I ADORED writing this :)
Feedback is appreciated!

Luke's sides hurt and his cheeks ached. He'd laughed all of the way through customs and baggage collection, mainly because of Reid's reaction.

"I'm so glad you find it entertaining," Reid complained with a face of thunder.

"Oh come on, can you not see the funny side ... even a little bit?" Luke asked, playfully nudging Reid's shoulder and biting his lip to keep the giggles in.

Reid's face screamed 'in not impressed' and it only made Luke laugh more as they pulled their cases towards the hire car desk.

Reid seemed to speak to himself, muttering in low and raspy tones, "So embarrassing... obvious everyone knew what was going on ... never flying this airline again... go home...pack up ...godforsaken wedding."

Luke rolled his eyes as he caught enough to understand Reid's rant. It had been hilarious. He was sure a greying gentleman in the row facing the toilets was going to choke a peanut when they'd both appeared out of the bathroom a little mussed up and red faced.

"Are we going to be in this mood the entire trip?" Luke stopped Reid with his hand on his chest and stared him down. If anything could combat a grouchy Reid Oliver it was the sunshine smile of one Luke Snyder.

"Yes." Reid stated, narrowing his eyes with only a fraction of a second's hint of playfulness.

Luke stayed put and let his brown eyes do the work. He knew they could.

"Snyder, don't even think that's going to work," Reid alleged with an almost forceful push forward to move around Luke and get the hell in some sort of vehicle to take them out of the public eye. Reid felt like every pair of eyes was staring, knowing he'd been doing whatever with his boyfriend at thirty thousand feet in the confines of an airplane toilet. Classy, he thought with a frown. He had loved every second and practically passed out with how damned hot Luke was in that moment but nothing was going to make him feel better about being so...well, fucking embarrassed. Dr Reid Oliver does not have sex or let cute blondes do unspeakable things to him, in public places ... well, not anymore anyway.

Luke smiled, adding a decent dose of cheekiness in for good measure, and let his hand slide slowly down Reid's arm, his eyes never faltering from their locked gaze. Reid was going to stand there and stare him out for as long as it took. As Luke's hand reached Reid's he tangled his fingers gently together and added extra little tickles for good measure. If anything got Reid it was his hands, they were, with the exception of a decent sandwich, his most cherished things.

Reid groaned, out loud.

"Oh Reid Oliver I can read you like a book, even when you give me nothing to go off," Luke crooned as he tipped his head up to witness the inevitable caving in. Reid was like putty in his hands in certain moments and it made his insides flip flop and his eyes all starry.

"You look like a dog with a bone. It's sickening," Reid snapped. Luke felt Reid pull his hand away and start walking. He got three feet away and turned, his eyes shining and a significant smirk on his face. Gotcha, Luke thought. "I felt pre-pubescent and ridiculous. We made out in a airplane toilet and got caught by the prissy stewardess who clearly has never had any in her life but... you were all shades of hot and I forgot in all of the fumbling and kissing and yea, the rest, that we were in mid air in some steel bird so you win ok? Just quit the pouting and come on, we have a wedding to go to."

Reid face was so soft and full of warmth with a touch of hilarity that Luke practically skipped the distance between them and fell into sync with Reid's steps.

"It was pretty amazing, huh?" he asked, eyes bright and his lip doing that half grin, half bite thing. Reid could feel his head swim again. Knowing the memories of Luke's fingers, lips, hair, arms... just every god damn bit of it, were the reason he couldn't pretend otherwise, he replied honestly.

"Best ever." With that, Reid thought Luke was going to burst. He watched as Luke quickly leaned up, dotted a quick but adorable kiss on his cheek and kept walking. Reid sighed and wondered if he'd ever get used to this feeling, these moments.

...

Reid had spent a great deal of his life watching others in hospital corridors and waiting rooms as he passed during his thirty six hour shifts or as he delivered good and the occasional bad news. It was so normal, during a full day's work, to have the tapestry of life and every kind of relationship and connection thrust down his throat. After years of watching and playing the spectator, it had become nothing short of a pain in his ass. He didn't enjoy feeling like the outsider and so had become so numb to the thought of ever experiencing it himself, he had convinced himself it was alien and something completely out of reach.

The sun was setting and the clouds stretched across the sky casting a pink and orange glow over everything in sight. The headlights from other cars on the motorway were strangely comforting and a reminder that their car was self contained and they were alone and travelling apart from the rest of the world. Reid hadn't felt such things before. He often felt lost in similar moments having never experiences emotions like it or had thoughts resembling poetry before. Nothing like this had happened before Luke.

As he drove comfortably in the dusky light, Reid glanced over to the passenger seat where Luke was curled up. He'd fallen asleep as their bickering over music choices had begun to ease off and was now tucked on his side, facing Reid, with the goofiest grin Reid had ever seen. Reid had to smile, he couldn't do much else when he looked at Luke like this. He was used to seeing him sleep by now but in some moments he'd shock himself at the intensity of the feelings that cursed through him. At times he had to remind himself to breathe.

"You're staring at me. Stop being creepy."

Luke opened his eyes a fraction and smiled as he snuggled in his seat.

"I can't help it," Reid replied, too tired for snarkiness.

"Oh welcome back human Reid, how are you this evening?" Luke asked, slotting his hand under his head and grinning widely.

"Hilarious."

They fell into an easy silence again. This was so normal to them both, yet to others, such behaviour and comments were always accompanied by odd glances and confused brows. Reid didn't care. Luke knew him and was probably the only person he'd ever found who did so, liked what he knew and actually wanted to stick around to know more. People could think whatever the hell they wanted.

...

"," Katie had shouted, piercing, loud and full of excitement.

"Oh god," Reid grimaced, his back to her and pulling all kinds of pained faces at Luke as they both exited the car.

"Be nice," Luke warned with a loving pat on his arm.

Reid felt Katie before he saw her. Her arms were around his neck and her hair encircling his face. He'd missed her. Even Reid Oliver would admit that to himself.

"So, I'm going to presume that the high pitch squeal and physical assault means you're happy to see us," Reid said as she let him go and stood with her hands holding his arms.

"Oh stop it," she said with a playful slap, pulling him towards the hotel reception, "come on, everyone's inside."

"Oh goody."

Luke simply chuckled softly and flicked his eyes to the heavens.

After many introductions and cuddles, that Reid declared later as pointless and fake as they'd only seen each other a matter of hours before, they had both found time to visit their hotel room and unpack a little.

"What did you say the code was for this mini-bar?" Reid shouted from the main bedroom of their plush suite. Luke had been forced to hit him hard and flash a wounded glare when Reid, at check-in, had exclaimed that he felt like a kept man. The receptionist had giggled and found it jolly funny whilst Luke was less than impressed- he was not excited by his money.

"Reid, seriously we're going down to get food, you are not emptying that thing," Luke replied, his voice echoing from the bathroom where he was fiddling with his hair.

"You are no fun Mr Snyder."

"Oh let me just remind you shall I, Doctor Oliver," Luke called out, "of that little encounter this afternoon. You weren't complaining then, I recall."

Reid had to shut up. For once, he had to agree.

In an hour they were showered, suited and ready, well, Reid felt ready but Luke insisted on fussing over collars and cuff links. It was a definite sign of a privileged up bringing. As long as Reid looked semi-smart he didn't care, he didn't put on a show for anyone. Luke on the other hand, took such things seriously. Reid was sure it was the Lucinda Walsh effect.

"There," Luke said, a satisfied smile on his face as he'd patted Reid's collar.

"It looks no different. You fiddled, poked and prodded me and I look no differ-"

Reid's words were impatiently halted by Luke's lips. Reid was confused at the reason for such a kiss. He was being an ass, he knew he was. Luke's hand found its way to Reid's cheek and slid along his jaw and up into his hair. Reid groaned a little and almost dissolved into the kiss. Luke looked good, in fact he looked incredible. His hair was doing that twisty thing that screamed 'run your fingers through me' and his skin smelled like lemon shower gel. Reid was half tempted to lock the hotel room door and forget the wedding ever existed as he dragged Luke to the bed, tore off...

"Down boy," Luke mumbled into the kiss as Reid snapped back to reality. His right hand was in Luke's hair, his left hand half inside his suit jacket and Luke's lips were slightly swollen and red.

Luke breathed out and raised his eyebrows. "Keep that thought for later. We have a dinner to go to."

"I hate you."

"Oh god I know you do. I really hate you too, in fact I may go as far as to say, I despise you entirely," Luke had murmured, his face inching closer to Reid's before ending in a slow and forceful kiss with so much passion and heat that Luke was sure he wasn't strong enough to stay standing and Reid could literally feel his fingers twitch towards the lock on the door. They left half an hour later and arrived at the dinner late- they made their apologies to Katie and explained that they had a problem with their room booking. Luke's blushes exposed their lies in seconds.