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Title: Troika

Rating: M

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: G Callen

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

Honeymoon

Chapter 20

The famed Mad Hatter Teacup ride proved to be the vomit-it-all-up ride for G. The five course, sit-down dinner. The bubbly, not real bubbly, the acceptable-if-you-are-pregnant bubbly. The wedding cake. Everything. "Sorry, Sam," he said while his husband, now his official husband, helped him off the ride when it had ended.

"On the Mad Hatter Teacup ride you lose it?" He brought his husband, the man who made him complete, over to the cotton candy stand and grabbed several napkins. Sam dabbed G's face and drew him into an embrace. He whispered, "Must be morning sickness."

"Damn, yes, I forgot already, that's it," G said. "Only problem it is night time." He smirked.

"Anything soothing for your stomach that we can get here?"

"Yogurt."

"That's right, let's go find some." He took G by the hand and strolled toward the nearest food pavilion.

"A beautiful wedding, thank you."

"You've told me that at least fifty times."

"And I'll tell you fifty more times… and more." A wide grin graced his face. "I love you."

"I'll never grow tired of hearing you say that," Sam said. "I love you too. Frozen?"

"You love me frozen?" G smirked.

"You found a way to banter even with that sentence."

"I've been waiting for you to slip up." He leaned into his husband.

"I love that about you." Sam brought him over to a spot which had both kinds of yogurt. "I think we should stick with what's tried and true."

G took the plain yogurt and scooped up a small bit on a spoon. "I'll agree with you." He licked the spoon afterward. "Everything tastes better after you've officially married the love of your life."

"I noticed that too."

He kept licking the spoon in a sensuous, teasing manner with long lashes with his tongue from the handle to the tip of the spoon.

"I don't think that is a G-rated gesture."

"It wasn't supposed to be."

Sam leaned into him and whispered, "Are suggesting you've had enough Disney World for one night?"

"Well, we've been here for nearly two hours," G said, "and we haven't sealed the deal yet."

"Ah, yes, sealed our marriage vows with the perfunctory night in bed smooching and making love." He slid an arm around G's waist. "Let's go do that." They strolled toward the park's exit.

G and Sam climbed into their rental car and drove toward their destination. Five blocks from the place, Sam pulled over to the road's edge. "Time for the perfunctory blindfold."

"What?"

"Seriously, I want this to be a surprise."

"Okay, I'll acquiesce."

"You hung around Marty for too long today."

"Really?"

"Nope." Sam lifted the blindfold off the back seat and positioned it over his husband's eyes. He planted a light kiss on his full, soft, yogurt-smeared lips. "I love you." Sam continued to drive toward their destination. "After we've enjoyed ourselves, the rest of our guests will join us."

"In Cinderella's Castle?"

"What?" Sam's eyebrows creased together.

"It's the only place big enough for our guests, children, and us." G smirked.

"Funny guy." He pulled into the circular driveway and parked their rental car. "Stay here until I return."

"You've planned something."

"Of course, I want this to be a night you'll remember for the rest of your life."

"And what about you?"

"Believe me, I'll remember it."

Sam returned to the van with a single red rose in his hand. He opened the passenger door and helped G out of the car.

"Such the gentleman."

"I hope so." He pressed the rose to G's nose. "Take in a long breath." G breathed in the scent of a fresh rose and sighed. Sam wrapped an arm around his waist and they strolled toward the front door and stopped in front of it. "Ready?" G nodded. Sam removed the blindfold.

G's jaw dropped wide open. A trail of red rose petals started from the front door and created a path toward a room down a long hallway. Sam entered the house first and lead G by the hand toward the room. They stopped in the open doorway where the trail of roses had entered. Red rose petals trailed around a king-sized bed, swirled into intricate patterns at the bed's foot and head on the bed's pristine white bedspread, and created a single heart pattern on the bed's center. Red and white candles bathed the room in warm, flickering light.

"Thank you," G whispered.

Sam faced him and began to undress his husband as if he were the first present he had ever received, slowly, not wanting to disturb the mood he had created. He kissed G's neck and trailed kisses down his throat to his chest. "I can't wait to make love to you," Sam whispered. He finished unbuttoning G's aqua blue dress shirt and removed it.

G clasped his hands underneath his abdomen. "I'm…"

"Hush, sweetheart," Sam whispered, kneeling down and caressing his husband's slight baby bump. "It's beautiful." He kissed the bump several times before unbuckling G's belt, pulling down his zipper, and peeling off his trousers. "Commando?"

"Got to be prepared for anything."

"You must've discarded those silky boxers at Disney World."

"I did."

"A man who's ready for anything at any time," Sam whispered. "I like that."

"What can I say?" G whispered. "I'm an undercover agent."

"I hope so because we're going under covers for the rest of the night."

"I like the sound of that."

Sam pushed G onto the bed and stripped off his own clothes. G watched him undress and licked his lips. "Hungry for me?"

"Past hungry."

"Good, but first a well deserved massage." Sam rolled his husband over onto his stomach and straddled his waist. He grabbed a bottle of musk scented massage oil off the nightstand.

"Are you going to tell me whose house you broke into?"

"What?"

"So we can escape fast in the middle of the night and feign ignorance."

"I rented this home by the water for a week."

"Really?"

"Yes, I thought it would be a perfect honeymoon spot and a great place for everyone to hang out the rest of our time at Disney World."

"Oh, that feels exquisite and I really need it." G sighed. "Bedrooms?"

"The biggest I could find, 14 bedrooms in two separate homes on one lot."

"Perfect and the children?"

"Can stay with us here in our house or in the other house," Sam said, kneading out some knots in G's shoulders.

G panted and tried to breathe through his husband's expert massage. "I think you got the spot."

"Let it go, sweetheart."

Instead of releasing his breath again, tears came to his eyes. G wiped them away with his fingers.

"You okay?"

"I don't know what just happened."

Sam stopped, rolled off his husband, and drew him back into his naked, warm body. "More of the memory?"

"I hope not."

He rubbed G's chest with the massage oil. "You are safe with me."

"Trust me, I know that for certain now."

"Good." Sam stopped again to nibble on G's left earlobe.

"Foreplay already?"

"A man can hope."

"I'm hoping because I'm ready."

"Care to talk before we indulge."

"Maybe later, right now, all I want is you," G whispered. "Please make love to me."

"Gladly." Sam rolled his husband over to face him. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I love you, Sam." G planted light kisses down Sam's face and along his jaw and back to his full lips. "Thank you for everything and planning the happiest day of my life."

Several hours later, Sam and G relaxed on a hammock on the pool deck in the balmy night air. They sipped non-alcoholic, tropical drinks while entwined in each other's arms.

"Perfect," G said, the first to speak after their long silence.

"The drink?"

"You and this and our lovemaking and the wedding, perfect."

"I'll agree."

"It doesn't get much better than this except… having our children with us."

"Ditto." Sam took a long sip of the tropical drink. "You mention when and I'll have our team bring them over."

"I'm not done with you, us."

"Ah… I was hoping you wanted more."

"Can't get enough and could use another massage."

"Front this time?"

"Sounds… perfect," G said taking a long sip of his drink. "First though, I need more of this with you, lying out here under the stars and a moonlit night entwined in each other's arms."

"I'll drink to that," Sam said, holding up his long-stemmed, fluted glass. G clinked his glass against his husband's. Sam leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

G placed his glass on a table and rolled to face Sam. He enveloped Sam's mouth and forced his tongue inside. Their kiss lingered for nearly a minute before they both stopped breathless and wanting more. "I guess our time out here will have to wait. Bedroom."

Sam rolled off the hammock, set his glass on a table, and lifted G into his arms. "Can't wait to get home to carry you across the threshold."

"Some traditions never die." G winked at him.

"I hope not." Sam settled him on the king-size bed and laid beside him caressing and stroking G's back and buttocks. "Damn, you are sexy especially when you are pregnant. I think I'm in love."

"Me too." G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. "Time for round two."

They entwined themselves in each other's arms and made love, again.

The End