A/n Warnings for sexual content and language.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM, only my own characters.

Lunch at the little café was perfect. They were able to eat at a table outside. Spencer still wanted to sulk about the incident at the Inn, but JJ wouldn't let him. Instead, she got him to tell her some of the obscure facts about the town and its people. When he was successfully distracted from the day's events, he began to relax again and smile.

She knew that what bothered him the most was the battered woman. When the police got there, he'd already sat down with her, and persuaded her to press charges against the man, who was her husband. It didn't make him feel any better about the whole sordid affair.

She convinced him that a walk around town would do both of them a lot of good. He agreed and they started out. There were large homes all up and down the main street of the town. They were all perfectly restored. Some of them were inhabited, other were museums.

They passed by a nursery that was made to look like a colonial garden would have looked three hundred years ago. They also had reproductions of eighteenth century gardening tools which Spencer took an immediate interest. JJ left him to a conversation with the people who ran the gardens, while she looked around at the flowers. There were so many different plants, there was every color in the rainbow represented, and some plants she didn't recognize.

When she'd had enough looking around she went to find Spencer, and had to convince him to leave. He proceeded to tell her all about the gardening styles of the colonists, including that they used large bell jars to cover their plants. He really didn't understand the reasoning for that, only that it had something to do with focusing sunlight.

They strolled around to all the gardens that were within walking distance of the café and the inn; soon it was time for them to get ready for their tasting dinner at the winery. The inn keeper was kind enough to make sure they had one of the carriages available to take them out to the winery.

"Jen… come on… it's seven and I'm starved."

"I'm almost ready, and don't worry, I promise the wait will be worth it," she shouted back from the bathroom.

She had gone into ecstasies over the bathroom. It was large, and had one of those big claw foot tubs you could get lost in. She'd made a vague comment about it being large enough for her, and Spencer's lanky frame. He wasn't thinking about water activities though, he wanted food.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, he forgot about food - he forgot how to breathe. She wore the dress she had purchased on her shopping trip with the girls. She looked - well he didn't know what to say she was gorgeous.

"My God, Jen you look-" He couldn't finish his sentence; he'd lost the ability to think straight or speak clearly.

She relaxed with a little sigh, she had hoped he would like the outfit, and be completely distracted from the fight in the hall earlier that day. He turned around slowly, and the dress flared around her.

"Do you like what you see, Spence." She said huskily.

His powers of speech returned, slowly. Even so he didn't speak; he took a step towards her, his eyes never left her face. Her hair hung down around her shoulders in long spiral curls, and he wanted to run his hands through it. He took another step forward, and she began to shiver in anticipation of his touch.

He reached out one trembling hand, and touched her forehead, then one finger traced down the side of her face, feather soft. She reached up, and caught the hand pressing it to the side of her face. He leaned in, and kissed her achingly soft and sweet. Pulling back, he released her mouth after biting down gently on the lower lip.

"Spence…"

"You look more beautiful then I've ever seen you, and I want to make love to you, but before I do, I want to spend a romantic evening with you. I want candlelight, music and good food. Will you let me show you some romance, my darling?"

She could only nod her head as his kiss, and his touch had left her momentarily unable to speak. He took her hand, and led her out to the carriage that waited for them.

The ride to the winery was starlit and moonlit. She sat in the circle of his arms content, and so happy to just be there with him, work far behind them, all of the cares of life pushed back for an entire weekend.

The winery was old, dating back to the eighteenth century. It had produced some of the best wine in that part of the country. The tasting was fabulous as was the food produced in the kitchen. All of the people at the tasting were tourists like JJ and Reid. They met in a large room at one table for the tasting, which JJ had never done. She liked learning how to judge wine, and the proper way to taste and evaluate a specific choice. After they finished they were able to join others in the dining room at separate tables.

It was set up to look like an eighteenth century tavern. No electric lights only candles everywhere, and a large fireplace that was lit. They also had to cooling system on, so that the fire could be enjoyed, but you stayed nice and cool while eating.

There were more the a few lustful looks thrown her way, but Spencer did not notice nor would he have cared if he had noticed. She was his; she loved him and no one else. The last few months with her had been the happiest of his life ,and he wasn't going to let her go, ever. He also didn't notice the hungry looks he got from some of the women in the room. JJ noticed, and was proud to be on the arm of such a great looking guy.

The food was first rate and the service wonderful. He really relaxed for the first time all day. She was happy to note that he'd finally put the incident of earlier in the day behind them. The tavern was full ,but so large that even with many couples, and families around them, conversation wasn't difficult. She didn't want to talk though, she just wanted to enjoy his company. She tried to convince herself that this wasn't a dream, that she was truly there with him, and he was hers.

They did talk though; he was back to himself with all kinds of obscure facts about the town, and the colonization of America. She was content just to listen to him speak; his voice had always had a soothing effect on her. She listened to him talk about things that would have elicited rolled eyes from the team, but it didn't bother her at all.

They lingered over their supper till nearly eleven o'clock, and the drive back to the hotel was as pleasant as it had been going to the winery. The entered the inn and walked up to their room at a very sedate pace.

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When Spencer had closed the door behind them, he turned and JJ was captured in his embrace. He kissed her frantically, his tongue invading every part of her mouth, and before she could utter a word he'd removed the dress, and was gaping at the lingerie she wore. She'd never worn anything like this before, and while he was surprised, he was very happy with her choice.

Haley was right; if his eyes could have they would have popped out of his head. His body responded quickly, the blood that had been hot since the incident in the hallway, reached a boiling point.

"Jen… baby… Jesus, God you're going to kill me.

She reached around, and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor as he shed the rest of his clothes. As attractive as her clothes were, he made short work of removing the rest of what she wore, and then they were on the bed.

She was surprised at the burning passion she saw in his eyes. He'd never looked at her like that before, but she liked it. She made no effort to stop him from taking her over completely. He'd always been gentle and loving, never rough and demanding, but she was completely aroused by this side of him.

He took her hard and fast, but she didn't care. She encouraged him to take what he wanted with no hesitation. She normally didn't like it frantic, or fast but this night was different. Maybe it was the fight earlier she didn't know; she only knew that no matter how she tried to hide it, her blood had been hot all day. This was the release she needed to cool it, and it seemed Spencer felt the same way.

When they reached the edge together, she fell over with him, feeling a pleasure so great it eclipsed all she felt before, even their first time together.

"I'm so sorry babe… I didn't hurt you did I," Spencer said, in a breathless voice, after collapsing on top of her, he didn't move for moment, and that was okay, his weight was comforting.

"No, I'm okay Spence - more than ok!"

He rolled off of her onto his back. She moved to lay her head on his still heaving chest. His arms came around her, and he hugged her tightly to him, one hand stroking her hair. He was very quiet, which was unlike him, usually after they made love he was pretty talkative.

"Babe, what are you thinking about, talk to me… please!"

She raised her self onto one arm, and looked at him, his eyes were full of unhappiness, and something else - was it guilt? Why would he feel guilty?

"I'm so ashamed, Jen."

"But why babe… you have nothing to be ashamed of," She said with a smile, but he didn't smile back.

"I tried all afternoon to pretend that the bully in the hallway didn't bother me. He tried to manhandle you, and all I did was stand there hoping he wouldn't hit me, I should've tried harder to defend you."

She didn't interrupt him; she could tell he needed to finish what he had to say.

"Then the afternoon was so great, and you were so beautiful tonight, I couldn't control myself, I guess I wanted to prove my manhood in the only way I had left."

"Spence I don't know what to say, except that I was as upset with that guy today as you were, I wish we'd left the room five minutes earlier, or later and then we wouldn't have encountered him, today. We may still have run into them, we have three more days here. Let's not let it ruin our vacation, ok."

"But, I really enjoyed what just happened, that has to be-"

"It has to be what," she interrupted. "It has to be disturbed… sick… what?"

"You are sure it didn't feel like I was forcing you?"

"What… no… Spence, did you hear me say no at anytime during our little romp?"

"No, I didn't but-"

"If I had said no, you would've stopped, right?"

"Oh, God of course I would, I would never hurt you like that, besides, you'd take me down if I ever tried."

"Your damn right I would, you wouldn't be able to walk for at least a couple of days, and that would really put a damper on our weekend."

He smiled then which is what she wanted to see, she said, "Spencer, I know that you think too much, and you over analyze your feelings way too much. I'll tell you now, that you aren't like the guys you profile, so get that out of your head right now."

"How do you know, we all have the potential to be evil, just like that guy."

"Because I know you, you have overcome so much, you have a genetic predisposition to mental illness, yet your mind is sound. You were bullied in school, yet you didn't become an abuser yourself. You are the strongest person I know, a little rough sex isn't going to change that, ever."

"How do you know?" He asked again, not because he was being difficult but because he wanted a guarantee.

"I can't promise you that you will never do anything you'll regret, I just know it won't be like the men and women you chase."

She reached down under the sheets and he jerked, hissing out a breath, "God, Jen again?"

Yes, and I can feel you're "up" for it so follow me." She climbed out of the bed and turned toward the bathroom.

"Come on - let's check out that large tub in the bathroom."

"Okay but I get to pick the bath crystals," He said, as he followed her off the bed.

Jen giggled and said, "That's so girly, Spence." She ducked out of his reach and into the bathroom, laughing as she ran.