Chapter 21: Honeymoon

"i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite a new thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows." – e e cummings

For Emily, life changed forever as soon as the music started. Her father had his arm in hers. As they walked down the aisle, all she focused on was Spencer. He looked so dashing in his tux. This is real, she thought, we're doing this. In about twenty-minutes, Pastor Dietrich will pronounce us husband and wife.

As soon as they exchanged their vows, as soon as they pronounced husband and wife, Spencer kissed her. They had kissed hundreds of times, may even thousand since they first started dating, but that kiss, in their church, in front of their friends and family, that kiss blew her away. Emily's life was changed forever.

Thank God.

As soon as she said yes to Spencer's proposal, she knew this was what she wanted. She knew she wanted her father to give her away, she wanted her mother to sit in a pew and be the mother of the bride. She wanted his parents there, her friends and family there, most of all, she wanted to wear a proper wedding dress and have this moment. She wanted to know, to feel that her life had changed.

After the ceremony, there were pictures and food. At the reception there was dancing. She danced with Spencer. Spencer danced with his mother. Emily danced with his father. She danced with her father. He dance with her mother. The dances continued, then there were the toasts followed by cake. The day wore on, turning to evening, turning to night.

Would Spencer remember every moment perfectly? Did happiness affect his memory as much as sadness?

It didn't really matter, she supposed. She was his and he was hers, they made that commitment in a very real way. Today felt like a victory in a war she had been fighting with herself since she was a girl. As the two of them walked to their room in the hotel where they held the reception, she suddenly felt herself be scooped up by Spencer. She let out a girlish shriek and asked,"What are you doing?"

"I think it's tradition to carry the bride over the threshold."

"Just don't hurt yourself." She smirked.

"It's not like I haven't done this before." He carried her inside, and he didn't stop until they were in the bedroom. He gently put her on the bed, and then he started kissing her. He started being on top of her, but somehow she managed reverse that. As she kissed him, she managed to undo his vest, tie and shirt before her dress began to annoy her. She stood up, trying to figure out how to undo the dress.

"Crap, it took three of us to get me in this thing."

"Don't worry Mrs. Reid, I can manage to relieve you of that." Before she could make a comment about the Mrs. Reid comment, they actually hadn't discussed last names yet, somehow he had manged to undo the zipper in the back, and caused the dress to fall off of her. By the time the garment hit the floor he was kissing her. Soon he had scooped her up again, and they were both back on the bed. By then, she was occupied by other things much more urgent than her last name.

Things like kissing Spencer down his jawline, and lightly raking her fingers down his chest. He unlatched her bra, and tried to kiss her breasts. He tried, but she kept them out of his reach.

"You're a tease, Mrs. Reid."

"I'm not sure you're ready for them, Mr. Prentiss," she said with a smile.

His response was to tickle her with his long delicate fingers. She responded in kind, and laughter soon filled the room.

A few days later, they were on their honeymoon. Rather than going overseas or to some exotic locale, they opted for a rented house in a place called Mexico Beach. Mexico Beach is a small town on the Florida panhandle. It's right on the coast, so they could go to the beach everyday, but far away from places Daytona so that the days were quiet. In the morning, they would get up and have breakfast. Then they would walk down to the beach, sometimes they would swim, sometimes they would just walk along the beach, sometimes they would just sit and watch people enjoy the beach around them. Then they would have lunch, and go someplace. In the afternoons and evening, they frequently read in the house.

Every evening, just before sunset, they would go on a long walk along the beach to watch the sunset. They would walk hand in hand, sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would walk in silence. Every night they walked, and they felt a happiness and a peace they had never before experienced. What they never did, was communicate with the team. They both decided their honeymoon would be a complete separation from the team, the FBI, and the world of unsubs.

One night, on their way back from their evening walk, Emily asked Reid,"Are you happy?"

"Happy?"

"Now that we're married, are you happy? Was what we went through for months worth it?"

He was quiet for a moment then he said,"More than worth it. My only regret is that we didn't do this sooner."

"What? Get married? Or date?"

"All of it. If I had to do it all over, I would have asked you to marry me the first day you came to the BAU."

"That would have been awkward. 'Hi, my name is Emily Prentiss.' 'Hi, I'm Spencer Reid, will you marry me?' I don't know how I would have reacted."

"It doesn't really matter, Mrs. Reid, we're married now. Are you happy?"

"Oh absolutely Dr. Prentiss. I've never been happier. The only thing that would make me happier than I am right would be if when we got back to the house my husband ravaged me."

"I love you when you use words like that."

"What, 'ravaged'?"

"No, 'my husband'."

She squeezed his hand tightly.

When they got back to the house, he grabbed her started kissing her.

"You know, Spencer, I didn't mean you had to ravage me as soon as we got here."

"Well, I've been thinking about doing this ever since you said it."

They made their way to the couch, and Spencer took off Emily's shirt. She returned the favor. As they continued to kiss each other all over their respective bodies, Emily light bit Reid on the shoulder, which she knew would only excite him. She felt his hardness through his pants. He took them off and she removed his boxers. Then she took his hardness in her moved. As she began to lavish affection on it, he moaned in pleasure. Finally, when he was almost on the brink of orgasm, she climbed on top of him and said,"my turn."

If anyone was watching, they would have seen Emily riding Spencer, the whole time time Spencer would moan with increasing pleasure. Then, he began to buck violently underneath her. As he did, she began to go to the edge of orgasm herself. She held nothing back, and began to scream with pleasure. After both of them climaxed, she collapsed on top of him. They stayed like for a while. Then Spencer picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Then they started all over again.

A/N: Mexico Beach is a real place on the Florida Pan Handle, and gets my vote for best beach. I'm grateful for the people who have reviewed this fic and who have enjoyed it. We have only two chapters left, and then it is over. Next chapter is one, last Baby Genius Talk