As the taxi made its way through the streets of Paris, Spencer watched Trina as Trina watched the sights of Paris, France, her big brown eyes drinking in everything, as if she had just returned from a week in a desert and was now visiting a beautiful oasis. Spencer couldn't get enough of the look of wonder, awe, and excitement on her face at the sight of the Eiffel Tower and when they entered the neighborhood of Montmartre and the Moulin Rouge came into sight, Trina looked as if she would faint from the pure joy of it all. She was here! She was actually here in Paris, France! One of the cities in the world she had been dying to see since she was a little girl! She simply couldn't believe it.
"Spencer look! It looks exactly like it does in the movie!" Trina pointed at the Moulin Rouge.
Spencer simply chuckled and wrapped an arm around his new bride. "We'll see it up close soon, Trina. I promise you. I'm going to show you every inch of Paris. Including the Moulin Rouge."
Trina took out her phone and took a quick picture. "Joss is going to flip."
Spencer felt his heart swell with joy, witnessing Trina's excitement and happiness, knowing that for once he was the cause of it. He had actually done something to bring her joy and happiness, not pain and tears. She'll probably never know just how much her happiness meant to him.
"I love you so much, Trina," The words were out of his mouth before he could even think of stopping them, not that he could. Not at this point.
Trina blinked and smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. The emotion in his voice spoke of the sincerity of his words and the way he looked at her as if she was his whole world, they made her feel that love and it made her feel safe and secure. It made her feel loved. She didn't have to think about it as she leaned into his embrace.
"I love you, too Spencer. I really do. I've wanted to be with you for so long...so badly. It used to scare me, how much I love you."
"Does it scare you now?"
Trina shook her head and smiled up into his eyes. "Not anymore. Not when I know that it's returned. Love doesn't hurt when it's returned. It uplifts and your love is uplifting."
"I'm glad. I only want to make you happy, Trina. That is all that I ever wanted. I'd give up my whole fortune if it gave you happiness."
Trina didn't get a chance to answer as the car pulled in front of their hotel. Hotel des Arts Montmartre.
Trina's eyes grew round at the sight. "Oh my god, is this where we'll be staying?"
"Yes. I thought you'd like it. It's not fancy fancy, but it's really artistic and it's near everything."
"It's beautiful...I can't wait to see the inside."
"Well, my lady. There's not a moment to waste. Let's go get checked in," Spencer winked, again lifting the back of her hand to his lips, causing her to blush. Spencer was such a gentleman and easily swept her off her feet.
Sliding her hand in his, Trina followed Spencer out of the taxi and didn't say anything as the driver reached into the trunk of the car took out their luggage, and carried it in behind them. Normally, she would be taking her own bags out of a taxi and into a hotel, but she knew this was all part of being a Cassadine. This was Spencer's world and she was going to have to get used to it.
It didn't take long to get checked in. Trina remained silent and allowed Spencer to communicate in French as she looked around and took everything in. The interior of the hotel lived up to its name. It kind of reminded her of Ava's gallery. There was an artistic flair everywhere and Trina loved it! Spencer knew what he was doing when he had picked this place for their honeymoon.
"C'est comme ça, M. et Mme Cassadine," the desk clerk took a key off of the wall and lead the way to the elevator.
"French sounds so romantic from a native speaker," Trina whispered, her excitement clear in her voice.
"Do you know the language?" Spencer asked, realizing that he hadn't bothered to ask.
"Some. I took first-year French in my freshman year of high school...but I didn't stick with it, unfortunately. I know how to say hello, goodbye, and thank you. I speak French and I speak English, and my name is Trina. But that's about it."
Spencer chuckled. "Well, I guess all my boarding school lessons will finally come in handy."
"You probably know Paris like the back of your hand, huh?"
"Well, I don't like to brag…"
Trina gave him a pointed look at that and Spencer had to laugh.
"Alright, I do like to brag, but I really am trying to get out of it. I'm finding out that a lot of the things people found cute as a kid now find annoying as an adult. It's a slow learning process…"
"But you're learning. That's what matters," Trina happily smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder as they headed up to what was to be their living quarters for the next few weeks. "I love you, Spencer."
Spencer kissed the top of her head, loving the sound of those three words. He had never thought he'd ever hear them come from Trina, but there they were. Again. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her senselessly, but he remembered that they weren't alone and resisted the urge.
The clerk brought them to a room on the fourth floor. She unlocked the door and lead them into a suite that seemed just as artistically inclined as the first floor. There was a queen size bed facing what looked to be a balcony, a writing desk, a closet, a bathroom, and a large flat-screen TV, along with a place to store their luggage and belongings. On the bedside table was a bucket of ice with champagne and some cheese and chocolate-covered cherries and strawberries and two champagne flutes.
"Profitez bien de votre séjour," The clerk smiled, before leaving Trina and Spencer alone.
Trina walked around the room, taking everything in. She still couldn't believe it. She was in Paris. Montmartre at that! Home of the Moulin Rouge! She immediately went to the balcony and gasped at the sight of the rooftops of Paris. It was like something out of a movie! She couldn't help it, she took out her phone and took a picture and sent it to Joss, Cam, Ava, and accidentally her mother.
"What are you doing?" Spencer stood behind her, smiling at the lovely sight before him.
"Taking in this beautiful view and breathing in the Paris air. I can't believe I'm here," Trina turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And with you. It's like I've walked into a dream."
"Well, you're awake. I can promise you that," Spencer pulled her close, finding himself getting lost in her eyes. "You're so beautiful, Trina."
"Stop it. You're going to give me a big head," Trina felt herself blush.
"How can you get it a big head over the truth? You are beautiful. You're always beautiful."
"Well, I guess we're a good pair because you're always beyond handsome."
"It's those Cassadine genes, I have to admit," Spencer's smile was teasing.
"I wouldn't brag too much about those genes, Mister. Not after all that I've heard, mainly from my aunt Gia."
Spencer backed up back into the room, taking Trina with him since she was still in his arms. He dipped his head to meet her lips with his in a long, passionate kiss, probably the longest and deepest that they'd shared yet. When they pulled away, they were both breathless and both too aware of the bed just behind them.
Trina trembled a little, realizing that this was her wedding night and what that would mean. She couldn't help but be nervous. It was her first time after all and Spencer...well he had experience. She couldn't imagine herself satisfying him with her inexperience.
Spencer must have sensed her nervousness because he gently caressed her face and his voice was soft and loving. "What are you thinking?"
Trina shrugged, now feeling embarrassed. How could she explain herself? She felt like a fifteen-year-old girl with her first boyfriend. Someone who had never been kissed. "This will be my first time...I just...I just hope that I'm able to satisfy you is all…"
"Trina…"
"I mean, I know Esme probably knew all kinds of things and…"
"Hey, stop. Esme has nothing to do with this...with us. What happens in this room...heck, in our bedroom, it only has to do with me and you. No one else. If you must know, I'm not all that experienced. I had only been with one person and...well...I never felt for her as deeply as I feel for you. With Esme...I guess you can say it was just sex. With you...it feels like something different...something more and I want to make it just as good for you as it is for me. I want it to be what it feels like. Special. It's going to be my first time too, Trina. My first time making love."
"Making love...but isn't that sex?"
"No. No, sex is just an act. You can do it without any feeling behind it. But making love is different... there are feelings there. There's love. It's showing each other how we feel. That we love each other so much, we share our bodies and souls with each other. With you, it can never be just sex, because I love you so damn much...god, sometimes I forget where I end and you begin sometimes. I don't even remember what life had been like before I had even met you. You're part of me, Trina. A part of my soul."
Trina felt tears in her eyes as Spencer explained his feeling for her and why sleeping with her was going to be so much more different for him than it had ever been with Esme. She was beyond touched. "You make me feel so special…"
"That's because you are."
Trina could not say anymore. She could just do what her desires told her to do which was to lift herself up on tiptoes and claim Spencer's lips in a way she had never done before. Her mouth was open and inviting, her tongue slid into his mouth like butter and mingled with his own in a lustful dance. She moved in closer as he kissed her back and moaned when she found her feet leaving the floor as he lifted her up and then lowered her back down onto the bed, his mouth never leaving hers.
They made short work of undressing each other, but once Spencer was only in his boxers and Trina in her bra and panties, they stopped and just looked at each other, drinking each other in with loving eyes. Trina on her part couldn't stop running her hands along Spencer's muscular arms and chest. He felt strong, yet when he touched her, he was so gentle and loving, acting like she was the most precious thing in the world.
To Spencer, Trina was the most precious thing in the world. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as he drank in her chocolate skin, which was as soft and silky as he had imagined. She was pure perfection and she was his. He definitely didn't want to rush this. This was their first time together and Trina's first time all together. It should be savored.
"Are you alright?" He gently caressed her cheek, not making any sudden moves.
Trina smiled and nodded. "I'm fine. I'm just...nervous. I want you so much…"
"Believe me, I want you too. You won't believe how much," Spencer smiled, then he caught sight of the champagne and the chocolate-covered fruit and knew just how to make Trina relax some. "How about some champagne and strawberries? I think they even brought cherries…"
"Now?"
"Why not? We haven't eaten yet and the alcohol will relax us both and...well...I want us to take our time. Savor this."
"Ok, if you promise to hold me, while we enjoy the champagne and fruit?"
"If that's what the lady wants…"
"It is," Trina smiled, just wanting to be close to Spencer, even if they ended up doing nothing else.
Spencer slid over to the side where he could easily reach the champagne and fruit and slid the tray onto the bed he handed Trina a flute before opening the champagne bottle and filling both flutes with the bubbly liquid.
"To us," Spencer smiled, turning to face his new wife, raising his flute in a toast.
"To us," Trina was now sitting up as well and took a sip of the champagne.
Spencer picked up one of the chocolate-covered strawberries and held it in front of Trina's mouth, who just giggled and took a bite of it.
"Mmm, this is delicious!" Trina chewed the fruit, realizing that she hadn't eaten anything since the long flight over.
"It is. It's not a full-course meal, but I do think it'll tie us over."
"I'm more hungry for something else anyway," Trina sipped her champagne, eyeing Spencer with big brown seductive eyes.
Spencer blushed and met her gaze head-on. "And what may that be?"
"Some white chocolate…"
Spencer couldn't help it, he laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"You're just so cute!"
Trina pouted. She wanted to be anything but cute! "I was aiming for sexy and seductive. You know...sex kitten."
"Oh really?" Spencer put the tray of fruit and the champagne and the flutes back on the table, not in the mood for food or drink anymore.
"Yes. I don't think sex kittens are cute."
"Ok, you're not cute. You're sexy. Just like Eartha Kitt's cat woman," Spencer laid down and pulled her into his arms. "Since you love old sitcoms, you should know who that is."
"Oh, I do. Meow…," Trina tried to imitate the character, just for Spencer to laugh again.
"Ok, never imitate the old-time cat woman again."
Trina huffed and playfully hit Spencer's arm. "You are so rude! Rude and...arrogant...and….god, I want you…"
"You can have me at anytime, baby."
Trina fell silent as her big brown eyes stared into Spencer's. They couldn't even say when their lips reconnected, or how their undergarments seemed to disappear as their bodies came together. They were so lost in each other, they didn't come back down to earth until they both lay in each other's arms, completely sated and in Trina's case a little sore, but content and feeling more loved than she had ever felt in her life.
She lay in Spencer's arms, panting helplessly, exhausted from her first time making love to the one man she had ever wanted so completely and he was hers, completely, just as she was his, body and soul.
"Are you alright?" Spencer asked, feeling sated as well.
"I'm perfect. This was the best night of my life. I'll never ever forget it. Paris, the rooftops...the champagne and chocolate covered fruit...the man...especially the man…"
"You say that I make you feel more loved than you have ever been, but to be honest, that's how you make me feel, Trina. Loved, safe, and secure."
"Good. Because you're my person, Spencer and I'm yours. Always."
"Always," Spencer promised, pulling her into another kiss, knowing that tonight was the first night of the rest of his life. Or that's what it felt like anyway.
