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A/n here's the last chapter. Thank you all for your support and your kind words. As always, my eternal appreciation to my wonderful beta REIDFANATIC who's also my friend and the best sounding board I have. Thank you my friend.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Emily surveyed the room in front of her with avid eyes. "Of course it's okay. In fact, it's better than okay."

"I just thought that maybe you'd wanna to go somewhere else."

She turned and grabbed his tie to yank him forward for a long, slow, wet kiss. "I don't want to go anywhere else," she informed him. "I just want to be alone with my new husband."

She wasn't sure if it was the kiss, or her use of the word husband, but Spencer suddenly resembled someone knocked upside the head with a rock.

"You alright, Spencer."

He shook his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm not used to that word yet."

Emily tugged him over to the couch if front of the fireplace. "What word is that?"

He rolled his eyes. "Husband, we got married exactly six hours, ten minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago. I'm just not used to it yet," he repeated.

She curled up next to him and watched the flames crackle and sizzle orange and red. Shadows jumped against the walls and the floor covered with oval shaped throw rugs in different shades of brown and green.

"Does that mean I can count on you to never forget our anniversary?"

"Why would I forget?"

She laughed at his truly perplexed expression. "A lot of men forget."

"Oh, well I'm not going to forget. I love you," he announced.

"Good, then I won't have to get mad every year."

She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. It was so quiet in this cabin compared to living in the city. The silence was so calming she barely felt the beat of her heart.

"I'm glad we came up here," she said.

He reached over and ran one fingertip down her face. "I'm so excited you said yes when I asked you to marry me. I'm the happiest man in the world."

She turned, pushed him over on his back and straddled him. "If I had said no to you, it would've been the stupidest thing I've ever done."

She stared down into his eyes, which were deep chocolate brown in the light of the fire. None of the pleading puppy looked up at her, instead they smoldered with a desire so hot, she felt singed by the heat.

His lips were soft and warm and they tasted like coffee. He trapped her tongue and sucked until she couldn't breathe and her heart stuttered painfully. Her hands slid up and down his torso. She pulled the light pink shirt he wore out of his slacks and touched the skin of his long, lean torso.

"Emily."

"Hm…"

"Stop for a minute, please."

"What's wrong?"

He sat up, and hugged her close. "I have something I want to give you before we -"

"Before we what, Spencer, consummate our marriage."

His cheeks were pink, but she didn't know if it was the heat of the fire burning between them or the heat in the room from the literal flames in the fireplace.

"Yeah, I guess so."

He pushed away from her and hurried out of the room. She watched him leave with appreciation for his newly developed backside. He'd cut his hair for the wedding and she remembered how he'd looked in his black tuxedo.

"Here it is," he carried a flat, square package wrapped in brown paper. "I didn't have time to wrap this properly."

He put in on the couch and stood watching her like everything depended on her opinion. She ripped off the paper and gaped at the framed, charcoal drawing. "It's me."

"H-hey, I'm to only one allowed to s-squeak," he stuttered.

"Oh, baby, it's wonderful."

Her eyes swept over the drawing he'd done of her from the neck up. Everything was rendered in exquisite detail. She never thought he could draw like that. He'd made her beautiful.

"Thank you." She put it aside and jumped up to kiss him.

"You really like it?"

"Of course I do."

He tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him away. "Give me ten minutes and meet me in the bed room."

He waited the ten minutes, and it was the longest ten minutes of his life. His imagination worked overtime thinking about what Emily might be doing, so that by the time, the ten minutes were up and she called out to him, his heart was going so fast he felt lightheaded and giddy.

His hand shook as he reached out to push open the door to the bedroom and he stopped short at sight of several lit candles that filled the room with golden light. The light caressed Emily who knelt in the middle of the bed. She wore a see through, light purple robe that barely touched the tops of her thighs. He could see the matching thong under the robe, and nothing covering her breasts. Her nipples strained against the material.

"See something you like, husband," she purred.

Her dark hair was down around her shoulders and her skin glowed in the light. Her fathomless eyes held a challenge that he couldn't pass up even if he wanted to.

"I think you're way overdressed," she pouted a breathless little voice that made him so hard it hurt.

He kicked off his shoes and removed the rest of his clothing, except for his boxers. "Hey, what's with the boxers? Now I have to go to the trouble of taking them off."

"I thought that since you're wearing that," he pointed at her 'outfit' as he climbed on the bed and knelt in front of her. "That I could wear these for just a little longer. You look like an angel."

"You're so sweet."

He noticed she'd brushed her teeth and put on more of the spicy perfume he really liked. "What's next?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"I just mean, what do you want me to do?"

She took one of his hands and guided it to one breast. "Why don't you touch me?"

He toppled her over on her back and stared down at eyes that had captured him as effectively as a bird in a cage, but it was a cage that he didn't mind. One trembling hand slid up under the little robe she wore and began stroking one hard nipple. "I like the way you feel. You're so warm," he squeaked.

"I like the way you touch me."

He pulled the ribbon that tied the robe together and kissed her belly. One hand pulled off the thong she wore and his tongue slid down to lick and suck between her parted thighs. She gasped and tangled her hands into his short wavy hair. He didn't feel the sharp little tugs of pain in his scalp because he'd never tasted anything like the wet heat he explored.

The musky taste of her skin and the texture of that small bundle of nerves excited his senses until tasting her, and caressing her with his tongue was the only thing in the world for long minutes. He even ceased to hear her moans of pleasure and her crying out his name.

When her muscles tightened in climax, the rush of fluid from her surprised him into an orgasm that actually hurt it was so powerful. He sat up, dizzy and breathless from the sheer pain of pleasure in his gut. Emily's breasts heaved as she breathed and he couldn't take his eyes off her body.

"Wow," she finally said.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I don't know, I've never done it before," he admitted.

She sat up stunned, "I don't believe it!"

"It's true. I just wanted to taste you so badly and I remembered how much I liked what you did to me the first time we were together. I wanted to return the favor."

"I'd say you're a quick study."

"Thanks, but I'm going to need a few minutes. In fact, I need to visit the bathroom. I'll be back."

He scrambled off the bed and hurried out of the room. It was so nice to see him moving without a cane or a limp.

She threw her little robe to the floor and got into the bed. It was so funny that he thought he needed to ask for permission to go to the bathroom and that having an unplanned orgasm, embarrassed him. She was sober by the time he exited without his boxers and climbed in with her.

She hugged him tight and picked up the hand that wore the ring she'd had specially engraved for him. The gold of the band winked in the light of the candles and she smiled. "I love you so much, Spencer Reid. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I heartily agree with you."

He kissed her so chastely it was as if they'd just met. His arms clasped her tightly so that their bodies fit together as if they were meant for each other.

"Thank you for bringing me here."

He kissed her forehead and then moved down to her neck. "I just wanted you all to myself."

She pushed him away. "Hey, I know how much this place means to you. I'm happy you shared it with me."

His eyes reflected the light from the candles, but the pain of Gideon leaving wasn't there anymore. There was only happiness and it made her smile.

"I feel like I've finally stopped feeling badly that Gideon left. I know he did what he had to do. I only hope that I never lose you the way he did Sarah."

"You're never going to lose me because I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay."

"Good, because I'd die if you went away like that."

She pulled him down, and by the time the sun rose in a riot of pink, purple and rose, she had convinced him with her body and her soul, that she'd never leave him alone.

THE END