Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Reid and Allie snuggled together on their black leather couch. Joan was on the futon in the office while Chelsea and Chantal shared Reid and Allie's bed. "Maybe we should get a bigger place with a real guest bedroom," Allie suggested.
"Uh hm," Reid replied as he kissed her neck, moved down to her shoulder, skillfully undoing the buttons on her pajama top.
"Are you listening to me," she asked as Reid's mouth found its way down to her breast.
"Uh hm," he replied again as his long fingers pushed her pajama top open.
"Spencer," Allie whispered loudly, "My mother, my sister and my best friend are just down the hall."
"I know, their doors are closed, I checked and if we're really quiet, we could…" His tongue flicked over her nipple making her gasp with pleasure as her hands raked through his hair. "Your mission Allie Graham," his tongue found the other nipple; "Should you choose to accept it," his mouth moved down her flat torso; "Is to participate in this sex act without yelling such things as 'Oh God', 'Don't ever stop' and 'Spencer' at the top of your lungs," his fingers gripped the elastic in her pajama bottoms; "Because if we are caught, said sex act will self destruct in five seconds."
"Are you saying it's mission impossible for me to keep quiet during sex," she whispered.
"It's never happened before," he answered as he raised an eyebrow he wasn't sure she could see in the dark.
"It's a good thing for you I like a challenge," Allie responded as she tugged on the elastic of his sweat pants.
Reid smirked, "I know," he said as he claimed her lips once again.
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Allie woke as the sun was barely rising. "Honey," she shook the shoulder of a very deeply sleeping Spencer Reid. "Honey, wake up."
"What," he murmured into her hair, his eyes still closed.
"I think we maybe need to get a little more decent before Mom and the girls get up."
One brown eye opened. "What time is it," he asked?
"I don't know, but it's starting to get light. You don't want my mother to come out here and find us naked, do you?"
Reid suddenly sat bolt upright on the blanket they had spread out on the carpet last night. He looked around in the half light and spotted his sweat pants over by the couch and crawled over to retrieve them while Allie giggled. "What are you laughing about," he squeaked as quietly as he could while throwing her care bear pajama top, with it's assortment blue, purple, yellow, green and pink ursine critters, in her general direction. He slid into his sweat pants while he scoured the floor for her bottoms. He found them on the other side of the couch a few feet away from his Princeton tee shirt. He threw the pajama pants at her and put on his tee shirt, deciding he was presentable enough should one of the women get up.
"What's the plan for today," Reid asked as they folded up the blankets and moved the coffee table back to its original position in front of the couch.
"Well, JJ, Emily Garcia and Bethany are meeting us here and we're going to some dress shops. We're going to have lunch and go to more dress shops," she told him.
"Wait a minute, Garcia. Garcia's not one of the bridesmaids, if you remember."
"I know that genius but that's no reason she should miss out on a fun day with the girls. Just because you pilfered her for your side of the church doesn't mean I'm not going to include her. It wouldn't be half as much fun without Garcia."
He sat on the couch. "Do you think it was wrong of me to ask her? Do you think she'd rather be standing with you and the girls?"
Allie sat next to him and took his hand. "No I don't think it was wrong. It's your wedding too and she's the person you feel the closest to and want at your side and I think she wants to be there for you. I think she's honored that you broke with tradition and chose her."
"Well, I'm glad you guys are taking her with you." He stood, "I'm going for a shower before the four of you are fighting for the bathroom."
He started walking toward the hallway when Allie asked, "Want company? I'll wash your back."
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The coffee maker was going and Allie was cracking eggs into a bowl when Joan entered the kitchen. "Good morning Sweetie," she said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. She proceeded to the cupboard to remove some plates.
"Morning mom," Allie responded as she began to whisk the eggs in the bowl.
"Where's Spencer," Joan asked while she carried the plates to the dining table and went back for cutlery.
"I sent him to the bakery to get some biscuits," Allie replied.
Joan came back to the kitchen after placing the cutlery on the table and perched herself on one of the stools at the island that separated the kitchen from the living area. "I'm sorry we kind of descended on you unannounced last night. I sensed we interrupted something."
"Oh Mom, don't be so silly. Why would you think that?"
"Well, Spencer did seem rather short when he answered the buzzer."
"Oh, that, sorry, he just had something on his mind, that's all," Allie apologized.
"Oh yes," Joan agreed, "I'm quite sure that he did and it had nothing to do with his future mother-in-law popping in from Ohio and everything to do with getting up close and very personal with my daughter."
"Mom, I don't know what gave you that idea," Allie replied, suddenly whisking the eggs a little harder, refusing to look at her mother.
"Well, let's see, Spencer disappeared with our bags as soon as we walked in the door. Then he disappeared into the kitchen for the longest time, and," she said as she went to the cupboard for the butter dish and the salt and pepper, "You had your tee shirt on inside out!"
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The eight women sat in Eve's, a rather upscale Washington eatery. Emily knew Eve through her parents and had reserved their best table for lunch. The morning had been spent at two formal dress shops. The group had tried on numerous gowns in varying colors with commentary from Allie, Joan and Garcia. They had ordered their meals and as they waited Garcia said, "Alright Allie girl, give us the lowdown on Lake Louise. The last time we were supposed to hear, you made a hasty exit, so now spill, don't leave anything out."
"Garcia," Allie looked down and whispered, "I can't tell you everything."
"Sure you can," Emily nodded. "We won't tell."
"Guys, Bethany and my mother are here."
Garcia turned to the girl, "Bethany look at me girlfriend," she said in a serious tone. Bethany turned her blue eyes on Garcia. "Raise your right hand," Bethany did so. "Do you promise the sisterhood that you will never mention one word of this to either of those gorgeous Reid brothers?"
"I promise," Bethany said solemnly.
"Okay, Bethany is good," she looked at Joan, "Your mom looks good with it I think." Joan nodded. "Okay girl, spill for God's sake."
Allie told them about the hotel, the magnificent room, the luxurious Egyptian cotton on the bed and the splendor of the bathroom with the Jacuzzi, that was big enough for two, she added careful to keep her eyes away from her mother.
She recalled the hike, the canoe trip, minus their lovemaking at the Bridal Veil Falls, the horseback ride and Spencer's unfortunate tumble off the docile mare. She even recounted the events of the kidnapping for the benefit of her mother, Chelsea and Chantal. She said that she and Spencer were keeping in touch with the Gautiers and the RCMP constables they'd met.
"That's great," Garcia said. "It sounds like you had a wonderful time but there're two things you didn't mention. We need to know about the proposal and we most definitely need to know about the red silk!"
"The proposal was lovely," Allie said quietly.
"Did he get down on one knee," Chelsea asked?"
"Um hm," Allie nodded.
"So," Emily asked, "What did he say?'
"He said…he said so many sweet things that are just between us, okay," her eyes watered as she looked at the group. "I cried then and I'm crying now just thinking about it," she dabbed her eyes with her napkin.
"Okay," Garcia moaned sadly. "What about the red silk? Did he wear them?"
"Yes, with much persuasion," Allie replied.
"And," JJ, Emily and Garcia said together.
Allie blushed, "Let's just say we'll have to try that again for the honeymoon!"