So I finally managed to get time to write the sequel! I had the idea for ages but with my final year of school it's taken till Christmas to actually be able to do it! I hope you enjoy this one as much as the last one. Sorry for the sheer amount of mushiness but after the last episode of Criminal Minds (OMG what was that?!) I thought Reid deserved some happiness, even if it's in my own mind because I definitely don't own CM (see what I did there :p)
Anyway I hope you like it! Idril x
1. Voulez- vous
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." Dr. Seuss
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" I giggled as I stumbled arm in arm with my new husband along the pavement. He laughed before mumbling something about too much alcohol; I laughed and clutched his arm a bit tighter. Happiness (and alcohol) made me practically purr with happiness as I stared up at the Parisian night sky. We were staying near the Eiffel Tower, along one of old fashioned tree lined streets; it was a favourite haunt of David Rossi's, he'd suggested the place for our first few nights of marriage (and even called the manager and requested that they were put in the best room for our stay). The doorman nodded to the two of us as he ushered us in from the cool night air into the warm, friendly lobby. The night staff were whispering to themselves, I doubted whether anyone else had wandered through the lobby in hours. I smiled at them as we hurried towards the elevator, desperate to get into our warm room after the chill of the Parisian evening.
"Do you think we have to go back? We could run away to Paris, get new names, we can work in that little bakery down the road?" He laughed and rolled his eyes as he wrapped me up in his arms.
"What about Jack? Are you going to kidnap him?" Spencer snorted.
"Hmm… I doubt Aaron will agree to that." I laughed, feeling slightly lightheaded from the alcohol; I was always a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Aaron always laughed at me whenever I drank whiskey, one would be enough to put me on the floor for the evening. I had to drink fruit juice whenever Dave came over to play cards with us or I was sure to lose all my money, or lego pieces, depending on the stakes. Spencer fumbled with the key but eventually managed to turn the lock on the stiff oak door as we fell into the room. It was nice, old fashioned architecture but modern facilities. The bed was my favourite part of the room; it was almost as big as our apartment and softer than anything I'd ever slept on before. Needless to say we'd made much use of that luxury.
Spencer flopped down on the soft white sheets and dragged me with him so we landed with a soft thump. I stretched out over Spencer, marking my territory, as I peppered kisses along his neck and chest. He whimpered and hugged me tightly against his body; as he had every night since we wed. I laughed, feeling happier than I had in ages. I still hadn't come down from the high of my wedding; surely no one was allowed to be this happy. Spencer's warm breath began caressing my body and I almost purred in happiness; yet another perfect night with my husband.
I awoke with the early summer sunlight warming my bare back and a thumping in my head from last night. I moved my arm to seek out my husband only to find a cold empty space next to me. I was instantly awake and alert; these last few weeks I had taken it for granted that Spence was always going to be lying beside me when I woke up. I knew I'd miss it terribly when he went back to work and I had to get used to days without him. But this was our honeymoon, we usually didn't get up till noon and even then we got up together. I reached over for my phone, a smile playing on my face as I wondered what he had up his sleeve. Our dinner out last night had been one of his surprise treats for me; little did he know that two could play at that game. I had managed to scrounge tickets for a Doctor Who convention for when we were in London; while I had never quite understood his fascination with the time travelling doctor I knew it was one of his favourites. He'd once spent about two months knitting a scarf by hand for a convention which had been a rather amusing affair; my husband had never had the best hand eye coordination.
"Hey, I'm back." He called out as the door opened and let bright light cascade down the hallway.
"Where'd you go? Back to see the pretty waitress that was eyeing you up last night." I joked as I rubbed a hand over my eyes and groaned, my head protesting the sudden movement.
"You know I only have eyes for you. I went out to get you something special." He grinned as he appeared from the hallway holding a cardboard container.
"Is that… mac and cheese?" I asked hopefully, enticed by the smell. Mac and cheese was my ultimate hangover food; I could never get enough of it the day after a night out.
"Yeah, I remembered they had it in the nice café yesterday and I knew my lightweight wife would need it this morning." He leaned down and kissed me before handing me the box.
"You're hardly Dave when it comes to holding your drink either, but thank you baby." I smiled before opening the box and offering him a fork. The creamy texture instantly reminded me of my Dad's home cooked meals when I was a child and I smiled. Spencer curled up beside me on the bed and reached for the book he'd brought at the market yesterday, a medieval French fantasy that made me feel idiotic just from looking at the front cover. We spent a few minutes in companionable silence while I finished my hangover breakfast; spencer's arm which had been wrapped around me began absentmindedly caressing my arm; his light fingers sending sparks across my skin. It reminded me of the first time he touched me in the parking lot before my first day of college. I leaned my head against his shoulder and breathed in his scent; it reminded me of our apartment where his unique smell had penetrated every orifice. It was perfect when he was away; it felt as if he was still there watching over me.
"Do we have to go back?" I kissed his chiselled jawline before snatching his book from him.
"It doesn't matter where we are; you just want to spend all day in bed." He laughed as he caressed my hair.
"You have a problem with that?"
"No, not at all." He grinned before pushing me down on the bed and kissing me deeply, one of his hands wrapping itself in my hair and the other grabbing my waist so he could pull me closer. "Not. At. All."
When we eventually left our suite, several hours later, the bright summer sunlight warmed our conjoined hands as we wandered around the Parisian streets looking for somewhere nice for a belated lunch. The streets were packed full of natives and tourists alike all angrily hurrying towards some previously decided rendezvous, it felt as if we were the only people in the whole of Paris who were simply wandering, enjoying the breath-taking views and the warm air around us. Just enjoying the moment. I envied Spencer for being able to remember this without any expenditure of effort; I knew that no matter how hard I tried, in ten years' time I would muddle up what had happened on what day and in what city. At least I knew that whether it was tomorrow or fifty years in the future I would still feel exactly how I felt right now; hopelessly in love with my husband.
"Marls, you're vibrating." Spencer laughed as my phone began jangling in the pocket closest to our linked hands. I quickly pulled it out of my pocket, knowing it could only be one of two people. "Aaron Hotchner" flashed across the display, demanding my undivided attention.
"Hello?" I grinned, wondering whether Aaron or Jack would be on the other end of the line.
"Marley! Marley! I miss you so much! You'll never guess what happened today?!" Jack excitedly yelled down the receiver; I could envisage him jumping up and down in excitement with Aaron laughing as he watched the happiness on his face from some random event of the day that he was dying to share with me. I knew the scene well only I was usually the one on the other end of the phone, watching Jack tell his Dad about his day before bedtime.
"I've missed you so much! What happened today?" Spencer smiled at the grin on my face and slowed down to stay by my side. He allowed me to pull him over towards the side of the street before we got trampled by the onslaught of the lunchtime crowds.
"I scored the winning goal! You should have seen it! Everyone cheered and Uncle Dave said that I was a natural! Then the whole team went out for pizza. I wish you had been there." He whispered a little more sombrely. "But Harry's Dad videoed the whole game so you can watch it!"
"I can't wait. I bet you were super; you must have been if your Dad took the whole team for pizza. We brought you a present today."
"Really?! What is it?" He yelled with happiness and I heard Aaron remind him he didn't have to yell all the way to France for me to hear him.
"You'll have to wait and see." I grinned coyly as Spencer laughed beside me, both of us wanting to see his face when he opened it.
"Dad wants to speak to you. Bye Marley."
"Love you Jack." I whispered, suddenly desiring to go back home and see him. I listened patiently to the static as I waited to hear from my boss, probably begging me to come home soon because he missed the easy childcare. He'd had to call in favours from both Jess and Will while I was gone. I hated to admit it but the fact that he was so stranded without me gave me a little power rush.
"How's it going? We haven't interrupted anything have we?" Aaron asked, making me smile with one of his rare attempts at humour.
"No, thank you very much. We are currently going to lunch. I heard your son's the next Beckham."
"It was a good game, you should have seen him. Scholarship here we come."
"I'm glad they're not suffering from the loss of the assistant assistant coach." I joked and was granted the famous Hotchner snort of approval.
"We miss you. We have a calendar and Jack's counting down the days till you come back. Well, when Reid's back; Jack has the most horrendous science project and its driving me insane." I laughed as I recalled the projectile and the broken glass window of the last science project. "I'll see you soon Marley."
"Bye Aaron." I smiled as I hung up the phone although a sense of longing settled in my stomach for the family we'd left behind. Spencer seemed to catch my change in mood because he pulled me into his chest and gave me a tender kiss that left me weak at the knees. When we parted his hazel eyes met mine, the golden sunshine was reflecting off them and I couldn't help but blush at the intensity that it added to his loving expression. He leaned forward and ran a trembling hand down the side of my face and gently twirled a lost strand of my curly black hair around his finger before tucking it behind my ear with the rest of my hair.
"My beautiful wife." He whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
"I love you." I whispered as I placed a hand between our bodies over his heart. I felt the strong beating of his heart thundering against my palm, without that strong beat I don't know what I'd do. It was my lifeline as well as his.
We stayed huddled together for a few moments more before we resumed walking down the tree lined streets, both of us feeling a sense of euphoria. I only hoped this feeling of utter perfection would survive once we got back to normalcy.