"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh.
Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't."
"2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an...
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You spent the rest of your two week honeymoon tangled up in bed with Spencer until noon most days, when you would drag him out to the private beach. Sometimes you would go for a swim, sometimes you would lay in the sand, Spencer reading to you. And, sometimes, you and Spencer would get lost in the moment and end up tangled in each other on the beach. Although, that would elicit a lot of complaints from him.
"I hate sand," he muttered, his fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.
You lifted your head from his chest, shaking it lightly. "You literally planned this trip Spence," you teased. He frowned, moving his hand to your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
You smiled against his lips, pulling away and sighing happily. "I just didn't think you would enjoy doing it on a beach. I mean, it's a public place and there's sand," he said, picking up sand and grimacing.
"It's a private beach in Europe and you look far too good in swim shorts, it's a recipe for disaster."
"Hmm, you do look better with that bikini top off," he replied, licking his lip**, his hands reaching for the tie behind your neck. You grinned, kissing him as he peeled your swimsuit off of you.
"I really hate sand," you heard him whisper a few minutes later as you closed your eyes, breathing heavily.
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Two days before you had to return, you and Spencer went back to Rome, enjoying all of the tourist destinations. You ate more pizza than you thought was possible and finished every meal with gelato.
The night before your flight, you walked around a brightly lit square, pulling Spencer to the Trevi fountain. "Let's make a wish," you said, looking up at him.
"Did you know an estimated 3,000 euros are thrown in every day. It's all given to an Italian charity but that's truly remarkable," Spencer rambled. You giggled, kissing his cheek as you grabbed a coin from his hand. "It's said that one coin means a return to Rome, two means a return and finding love and three means a return, finding love, and marriage."
"Well then, I only need one," you replied, lacing your left hand with his as you spun around, tossing the coin over your left shoulder. Spencer beamed, watching you gain happiness from this simple tourist tradition.
"I love you, you know that?" He asked, pulling you into his arms. You smiled, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear.
"It's etched into my brain," you answered. "I love you too Spence."
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Your happily every after faded a mere two hours after you landed in Washington. You had returned to your townhouse before showering and driving to headquarters with Spencer.
He laced his fingers with yours, kissing your hand as you exited the elevator. He guided you to the round-table room, everyone smiling as the two of you walked in.
