I am so grateful to you, Hannah (grahamlecter) for Beta-reading my story and finding my mistakes so that I can fix them. Thank you Hannah!

G-Girl

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Still wearing her camisole top and undies, Susan picked out clothes for the trip. It was her usual routine; to lay everything out on the bed she planned on taking with each day's outfits together, for however many days she would be gone, including travel days. "I like being organized."

He leaned against the closet entrance. "For me, it's a shirt, tie, pants, underwear, socks, vest, or cardigan. Repeat for the number of days, add a belt and perhaps an extra pair of shoes, depending on the occasion." He shrugged. "Easy."

"Mm-hmm. Women's apparel is a bit more complicated. I could wear tank tops and yoga pants the other days, but something nice for the wedding."

"True. Don't you match your purse and shoes to your outfits?"

"On rare, very formal occasions. I'll take a small, black purse with me, and since we're going to Disneyland and DCA, I'll take my backpack." She pulled a plastic bag out of a tissue box on a shelf and quickly rolled it up around her fingers, then stuffed it in a pocket in the suitcase.

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "What's that for?"

"For dirty laundry. Hotels usually only have one bag in the closet. Besides, it's always good to have an extra bag or two. It keeps shoes from mucking up everything else."

His lips puckered as he nodded. "Good idea."

"My slip-ons will do for most of the days, but for the wedding, I'll take my nice sandals." She took another bag out, slid those into it, and laid it on the bed, along with an outfit to wear to class the next day. "And I can wear it on the plane."

Spencer's phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. "Hang on. It's Marsha." He went to the sofa in the sitting area and talked to her for a few minutes, then put his phone away and came back over with the pad of paper from the side table. He sat on the chaise. "Our travel plans have been finalized." He read it back to Susan. "We'll check out of The Bellagio Monday morning and a driver will take us to McCarran for the flight at 11 am. A driver will pick us up at the airport in Santa Ana and take us to The Grand Californian Hotel. We're booked in a 1-bedroom suite, with a view of Downtown Disney, until Sunday. Marsha already arranged Phil's hotel stay. He's checking in with his family Tuesday evening. We have 3-Day passes for Disneyland and California Adventure Tuesday through Thursday. Phil told her he'll drive us all to Knott's Berry Farm, where we have 2-day tickets for Friday and Saturday. Medieval Times for dinner on Friday evening. Dinner at the hotel on Saturday evening and we check out Sunday morning after breakfast. Phil will drive us to the airport for the flight at 1 pm. When we land at Dulles, a driver will pick us up and bring us home. And Marsha said she'll be over with the new travel documents later, after she closes for the day. We're probably gonna need another suitcase… each."

"Hmm." She looked over the bed. "I've got underclothes, a casual dress, two pairs of yoga pants, shorts, four tops, a bathing suit, my sandals, and my two dressy dresses. If we need anything, we can pick something up or have clothes laundered. Oh, don't let me forget, I need to buy a pair of flip-flops. I can fit all this in my carry-on and my dress bag. Easy, peasy."

He chuckled, watching her.

Susan went over and stood in front of him with her hands on his shoulders. "One thing I don't need to pack makes this… a little easier."

"What's that?" He slid his hands slowly up her legs.

"Pajamas."

"Mm-hmm. I like what you usually wear."

Susan kissed him and went back to the closet, took out the dress bag and the long red dress from the picture in the dining room. She pulled out another dress, in a deeper shade of red and a similar fabric—with a more conservative neckline—and hung up both on the hooks above the mirror and stepped back.

He followed her. "Oh, yes, to both… if I get a vote." Inspecting the dress with the plunging halter-style neckline, he ran his fingers over the sheer flesh-colored panel that connected both sides on the front of the dress. "Hmm, interesting."

"Keeps the girls in line." Susan turned, busily pulling out a few other dresses.

"The girls?" Spencer chuckled. "Do they often get out of line? Both seem… mmm… well-behaved, for me." He stepped behind her, sliding his hands around her waist, then up under her top, slowly caressing her bare breasts. He kissed her neck. "See? Good girls. I used to be a gentleman. Now, I can barely control myself when I'm around you in public. Mmm, I like this."

Susan let out a moan and closed her eyes, shuddering against him with her head laying back on his shoulder. "I like it too, Love. I'm almost finished, just need a few more minutes, then I'm all yours. " He grinned and leaned back against the opening of the closet, gripping his hands together, watching as she whipped off her top, set it on a shelf, and stepped into the red dress, absentmindedly wiggling her hips as she pulled it up.

"Oh, now you're just teasing…" He exhaled sharply, zipping up her dress; it hugged her curves beautifully. "Wow. If you wear that, I may not let you out of the room… or the bed." He unzipped her and watched as Susan slipped the red dress off and zipped it back up on the hanger. She hung it on the hook.

"Well, I can't wear this one for the wedding. I wouldn't want to outshine the bride… that's rude." She unzipped a floor-length dress, off one shoulder, in a muted blue, and pulled it on.

"Mmm. It's a little… plain?" Spencer zipped that up and sighed. "Well, it was plain… until you put it on."

"Aww, thanks, Love." Susan slipped off that dress and hung it up. "Oh, wait, I have one more that might be even better, the dress I got for Dave and Krystall's wedding. I haven't even worn it yet, except to try it on." She opened a long department store dress bag, pulled out a pale lavender, shimmery, tea-length dress with a dropped-waist skirt and sweetheart neckline, and put it on. Spencer zipped it up, kissing the back of her neck.

He stepped back to the doorway, to take in the full view of her in it, and nodded slowly. "If I had my choice, that's the dress I'd want you to wear." He truly liked the dress, but wanted her to be done so he could have her complete attention.

Susan smiled at his expression. "Oh, before I forget, what will you be wearing?"

Spencer went to his closet and brought back his tux. "This is what I wore to Dave's wedding." He held it up to her dress; the colors of the outfits complimented the other.

"So, yes, then?"

"Oh, yes." He hung his suit in the black dress bag and took a pink striped bag off the shelf above it. "So, what exactly is Victoria's Secret?" He pulled out an ivory-colored, lacey strapless bra and matching panties, holding them with a grin and raised eyebrows, feeling his control slipping away… quickly.

"Lizette talked me into buying those to wear with the dress. Maybe the secret is whatever you're thinking right now."

Breathing a little harder, he put the bag back on the shelf and unzipped her dress. Susan took it off, zipped it back up on the hanger, and slid that into the dress bag with his tux.

She hung the other dresses back on the rack. As she finished, Spencer stood behind her, sliding his arms around her waist while pressing soft kisses on her shoulder. "You have a lot of formal dresses," he murmured, moving his hands up again, enjoying the feel of her breasts filling his cupped hands.

Susan stretched and shuddered, feeling him aroused, pressed hard against her backside. "I've been in uhhh, the weddings of several friends, mmmm. Thankfully, ohhh my, my friends chose dresses that could be worn again. Except the red umm… dresses, those were, oooh, for a special occasions with my mmmother and grandmother, including the ohhhh, Vegas trip." She shuddered again, groaning.

Turning around, she kissed him, winding her arms around his neck as Spencer bent his knees, grasped the back of her thighs, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him and he carried her to the bed, setting her down, continuing to kiss her. He laid her back on an empty spot on the bedspread while pulling his clothes off, along with her panties; their bodies entwined on the bed, urgent and fevered.

They lay there for some time afterward, finally getting up to take a shower, then after getting dressed again, they finished packing and took the suitcases down to the front door.

Susan wore a pair of low-rise knit shorts and a tank top for her Belly Dance Class. She walked over with her hip scarf in one hand and tablet in the other, which she set on the coffee table.

Spencer sat on the sofa, feeling content and relaxed. "You don't wear one of your colorful spangled outfits?"

"Those are for performing, Love, this is more comfortable for teaching. We do two recitals a year, for fun and fundraising. We invite friends, families, local businesses, community leaders, and we have food and drinks from local restaurants. The Spring Fling is coming up; the first Saturday in June, with games, vendor booths, music, and activities for everyone."

"I'll do my best to be there." He slid his hands around her waist, steered her gently across his lap, and kissed her.

Susan melted into him, her hands clutching his shirt. "Mmm, a few more kisses, then I gotta run, but I'll be home in a while."

Turning his head, Spencer watched as she scooped up her keys, slipped on her shoes, blew him a kiss, and went out the door.

He picked up the tablet and read for a few minutes before nodding off with his head tucked against the corner of the sofa.

When she came home, he was still asleep, so she went to the kitchen, flipped over the bag of marinated chicken in the fridge, then went upstairs to shower and change. She came back down in a purple cotton camisole and matching bikini panties. In the kitchen, she began taking food out of the fridge to make dinner.

The doorbell rang, waking Spencer. He got up, looking around, rubbing his hand over his face, and opened the door. Marsha hugged him, said hello, and went to the kitchen. She hugged Susan and laughed, lightly swatted her fanny.

"You knew I was coming over, Suzie. You couldn't put on a complete outfit for me?"

"I had one on earlier… but it was all sweaty. Hey, at least I'm wearing something."

Spencer chuckled, checking his watch.

"Silly. Here are all the updated travel docs. I'm on my way to Andy and Lizette's for dinner."

Susan gave her another hug. "Tell Lizette I'll call her soon and give them hugs from me?"

"I will. Have a wonderful time, you two. Oh, and make my usual 20-dollar bet for me?"

"As usual." Susan snickered playfully. "Easy money, for you…"

Spencer gave Susan a kiss. "I'm going to get my hair cut. Back in a while."

Marsha hugged Susan and followed him out. "Enjoy your trip. Love you. See you soon."

"Thanks, Mama. Love you." She closed the door and went back to the kitchen.

When he came back, Susan was finishing up making dinner. The smell of spices in the kitchen made his mouth water. "That smells so good. Thank you for making it… whatever it is."

"Oh, my, that haircut looks good on you. Chicken Tikka Masala, Rice, Naan Bread, and grilled veggies." He set out napkins and cutlery on the table while she got out the plates.

After dinner, they sat on the sofa, talking about the trip. Marsha included two copies of the itinerary, so both could look over the information at the same time.

"The Fountain View Suites have such a beautiful view. All I need is a bed and a bathroom, but they take such good care of me there. I never stay anywhere else when I'm in Vegas."

Spencer nodded, crossed his ankles, and kept reading. "You weren't kidding when you said you liked traveling first class."

"Mm-hm. It's one of the few things I splurge on for myself. Since the car picks us up at two, I'm thinking we should have everything ready to go before class tomorrow?"

"Sure." His brows drew together as he set the papers on his lap. "I need to ask, are any of your friends concerned with us getting engaged so quickly?"

"I haven't told everyone, but those I have are happy for me. I didn't have to tell Dave I was happy. He said he could see it on my face. And he's thrilled for us. Aaron is too."

Spencer smiled, nodding, still not sure how to tell Susan how he used to think he had feelings for Jennifer.

"There's no doubt in my mind." She saw something in his expression and slid her hand over his. Dave had mentioned once, years ago, that he suspected Spencer had a crush on JJ, but Susan wasn't going to bring it up. If he felt comfortable telling her, he would.

"No doubts from me, either. Besides, thirteen years isn't all that sudden."

Susan agreed, picking up his packet and hers, setting them on the coffee table. As she turned around, he moved his right leg over. She smiled, sitting across his lap, feeling his arms close around her waist…