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THE WEDDING ━━━

# ! | THE WEDDING
- they tie the knot
in style

━━━ IN TRADITIONAL MERYL
fashion, she hadn't wanted to be the center of attention. She claimed in a conversation with Spencer that weddings were "only ever fun to be at if they weren't your own, and I want to change that". Spencer, who had never been to a great many weddings, agreed.

That's why, on October thirty first, two thousand thirteen, Spencer and Meryl walk down the makeshift aisle at the Villa Borghese Gardens in Rome. He wears an inverted version of a normal tuxedo, white jacket and black bowtie. It's tailored perfectly and, in combination with his messy hair makes Meryl want to jump him right then and there.

She wears a black dress with a short, fitted bodice and a lace overlay with just enough of a train to make it look pretty in the pictures. A ruby pendant falls between her breasts, courtesy of the deep cut of the dress. Her eyes are dark, smokey, with winged eyeliner; her lips are painted cherry red. Meryl's favorite quality of both their outfits, however, are the black high tops on both their feet.

As they walk, enhanced memories work to savor everyone's expressions. Garcia is already crying, so is JJ, Emily and Hotch look like they're pretty close. Rossi winks when Meryl catches his eye, she watches as he elbows Gideon in the ribs. Beth smiles brightly, holding Jack's hand. Diana sits next to Ren, looking on fondly as they ascend to the front of the group. Morgan just looks plain proud.

"I've never been one to enjoy the tediousness of weddings, nor the droning of ministers and all that jazz. And we all know how Spencer feels about doing things in a normal amount of time." There are a few laughs and Spencer meets his mother's eye. In that time, Meryl snatches a pre-cut slice of cake from behind her and shoves it into her husband's face.

"I thought we should skip to the fun part," she says as Spencer stumbles backwards and laughs breathlessly, wiping white buttercream off his face.

Spencer grabs another slice and, as Meryl tries to run away, grabs her hip with one hand and shoves the dessert in her face with the other. Globs of yummy vanilla frosting smear across her mouth, but most of it ends up on her chest. She raises one eyebrow. "That felt intentional," she whispers.

As everyone gets their own food from lines of foldable tables, Meryl and Spencer excuse themselves to change into more danceable clothes. The second they step into a wood cabin-ish building that usually served as a cafè but now acts as a dressing room, Spencer plants both hands on Meryl's waist and bends down in front of her, licking the frosting from between her breasts and holding eye contact. One of her hands flies to his hair, pulling gently as he leaves kisses across her collarbone and neck.

She bites back a sigh of contentment and instead pulls him off her. "They're going to think we're up to something scandalous in here, doll."

Spencer's eyes are dark and the way he looks at her makes her stomach simmer in anticipation. "We both know all I need is forty seconds to rock your world," he replies, walking behind her and finding her zipper.

Meryl laughs breathlessly, allowing the fabric to fall on the floor, Spencer's knees hitting the wood soon after. He slides both hands up her thighs and looks up with pleading eyes. He wants so badly to be the source of her pleasure right now, right here.

Meryl reaches for her satin jumpsuit, still black, and steps out of the pile of fabric on the floor. "We have the next week and a half for you to absolutely ruin me, Spencer. Can you make it just a little bit longer for me?"

Begrudgingly, he watches her get redressed and then discards his suit jacket. "I guess," Spencer grumbles, discarding his bowtie and popping the first two buttons on his black dress shirt.

Right when they walk back to their little reception, "How Deep Is Your Love" begins to play and Spencer's hand finds Meryl's.

"You know," the dark haired woman begins softly, dropping his hand to loop her arms around his neck as his find her waist, "I never considered myself the marrying type. Especially not the man marrying type. You're incredibly persuasive."

Spencer smiles shyly, making eye contact with Gideon, who gives him an elaborate double thumbs up. "Yeah? I always thought I'd get married to the most mind blowing, kind, sexy genius on the planet. You're exactly what I had in mind," he replies sarcastically, watching as JJ and Emily, recently engaged, join them on the dance floor. Morgan and Garcia follow suit, then Beth and Hotch. Diana and Ren sway back and forth slowly, heads pressed together like school girls as they murmur to each other, laughing giddily every now and then.

The sky darkens and the champagne comes out after a while. Garcia's phone comes out at Meryl takes the metaphorical stand, a small box in hand.

"I think, in our profession, actions speak louder than words. But, considering you profilers have the day off, words will just have to do. I didn't grow up with a lot of love, aside from that in the stories I read about. Fate first brought my blood family back, and that I was lucky enough to fall into the path of the BAU. And they brought me Spencer. I want to thank every single one of you for loving me, for loving us, through all the crazy shit fate throws at us." As she nears the end of this speech, Spencer joins her with a box of his own in hand. First, Meryl slides a silver band on to his ring finger, smiling at the sight.

He then takes her hand and first slides on the silver wedding band, then the black diamond engagement ring. "Would you just kiss her already?" Rossi hollers from the back of the group.

Meryl grabs Spencer's collar with both hands and stretches up to kiss him as his hand holds the back of her head, keeping her in place as their lips slot together.

When they pull away, Meryl murmurs, "I love you. I love you so bloody much."

"And I love you. You're my whole world now."

Her returning smile is cheeky. "Let's wrap this up. I wanna get outta here."

"Yes, ma'am."