"A TOAST," Rossi held up his glass full of red. "May this be your first and only marriage. We wish you many years of celebrating life together. To Spencer and Katharine."

"To Spencer and Katharine!" their friends cheered, clinking glasses together and generally having a merry time.

Never in a million years did Katharine think she'd get married. If she was going to be honest, she thought she'd be dead in a ditch by now, not standing in the arms of the love of her life.

As she drank her wine in her husband's tight embrace, she thought of how absolutely lucky she was. And she thought about her husband--oh, how she loved calling him her husband--and how much she genuinely cared about the man.

God, marriage was turning her into a sap.

"I can't believe you're actually married. We both thought you'd have died that one time in Budapest," Nina said, hand clutching her third (maybe fourth) glass of red. She managed to pry Katharine from Spencer's grasp, eagerly tugging her toward the couches where JJ and Penelope were sitting.

"Listen," Katharine said, eyes wide as Nina giggled. "You and I both swore never to mention Budapest again."

Spencer pressed a kiss to the top of her head before relinquishing her into Nina's care, laughing slightly at the banter created by the two women.

Katharine allowed Nina to drag her over, giggling as they collapsed onto one of Rossi's many couches with their arms still interlocked.

Garcia was on her in an instant, leaning forward eagerly in her seat.

"How does it feel to be the first one married out of all of us?" she asked, practically bouncing. Her eyes were wide and she hiccuped a bit, letting Katharine know that the tech analyst was well on her way to being wine drunk.

Katharine carefully pulled the glass out of her friend's hand.

"I think that's enough for you tonight," she said, setting the glass on a coaster. Garcia groaned but let her take the alcohol away regardless. "But it feels good. Spencer and I were thinking about holding an actual ceremony once I got back from Pakistan."

That was another reason they were celebrating tonight.

After Spencer and she got back from their week-long honeymoon vacation, Katharine would be carted off to Pakistan for an undetermined amount of time with their unit chief. They figured they'd get the marriage certificate signed first so that they were married on paper, at least.

And so that they could begin to receive the tax benefits sooner rather than later.

"Wait," Garcia grabbed Katharine's hand, interrupting her thought process. "You guys are going to hold a ceremony? When?"

"When I get back," Katharine stressed, looking over her shoulder at JJ for help. The older woman grabbed Garcia by the shoulders and eased her back. "But you guys have to keep it a secret. We don't even know if we really want to hold a ceremony yet. We might just do another small gathering."

"Don't let Tony hear you say that," Nina snorted, bringing her glass to her lips. "He just about lost his shit when you told him that you didn't have any honeymoon plans."

Katharine rolled her eyes at the memory of Tony Stark nearly going batshit crazy when she told him they weren't planning on going on a honeymoon. He was the one, with the help of David Rossi, who funded and practically planned their entire trip.

Who knew Tony Stark was such a romantic? Certainly not her.

"But what's next?" JJ asked, her arm now looped with Garcia's. "Besides the ceremony that may or may not happen... what's next for the future?"

Katharine shrugged. "We've decided that from this point on, whatever happens, happens."

"So kids?" the mother asked, wiggling her eyebrows at her. "You know, Spence has wanted children for as long as I've known him."

Katharine gave her a look.

"Okay," she laughed, "Maybe not that long, but there's no doubt that he wants kids. I mean, you've seen him with Henry."

She had to admit, seeing Spencer interact with his godson did give Katharine baby fever. The thought of possibly being able to give Spencer a few kids of his own really did make the fantasy fit.

"I don't know," Katharine said, despite herself. "Between our jobs and everything that's going on right now, I think it'd be a bit selfish to bring a kid into things right now. I mean, I'm still young. We have plenty of time before we have to settle down."

"You're right," JJ agreed. "But I expect to be godmother."

"Over my dead body," Nina joked, flicking a grape at the blonde. JJ laughed and dodged the air assault. "If anyone gets to be godmother, it'll be me. I've kept this loser alive for so long, their baby should be dedicated to me."

"That's fair," JJ laughed, picking the grape up from where it landed on the couch. She wrapped it in a napkin and balled it up, throwing it back at Nina. "But I call the second child."

"And I call the third!" Garcia chimed in, taking a bite out of the cheese cracker she put together.

Katharine's eyes widened. "How many children do you think Spencer and I will be having?"

"A small army," Garcia retorted, reaching for her glass of wine. Katharine didn't stop her, figuring she'd be Derek's problem later on in the night.

"A small army? I doubt my vagina would be able to withstand that many kids," Katharine retorted. She felt Nina hit her arm, to which she shrugged. "What? We're all adults here."

Nina hit her arm again. "No, I don't give two shits that you said the word, 'vagina.' I hit you because your husband is doing shots!"

Katharine turned around and looked back at where the guys were all standing around her husband, who looked to be downing his third shot of what seemed to be jager. She cheered, prompting the other three women to join in as well. She saw Spencer wink at her before downing another shot and flipping the glass upside down onto the tray that Rossi had provided.

"I should stop that," Katharine said with no intention of getting up. She grinned. "Tony'd be upset if he threw up on his private jet."

Nina scoffed. "Tony will get over it. It's not like he's a billionaire or anything."

"You're right," Katharine said, taking another sip of wine. She raised her glass and called out to the group of men. "Make him take another!"

"BOTTOMLESS MIMOSAS AND BEACHSIDE SERVICE ARE WHY I BECAME FRIENDS WITH TONY STARK," Katharine said as she reclined into the beach chair, sunglasses settled on the bridge of her nose and sunscreen evenly applied by one Dr. Spencer Reid.

She looked over at her husband, who seemed to be thinking the same thing as he brought the champagne flute to his lips.

He had a book in hand, as always, and about five more packed away in their beach bag. The only thing out of place was that he was sporting a pair of swim trunks and a loose T-shirt rather than his usual sweater-vest-and-khakis ensemble.

She reached over and poked his cheek with her index finger.

"Hey," she said, poking him again. When she finally got his attention, she pointed at the crashing waves in the distance. "Come get in the water with me."

Katharine stood from the beach chair, stripping off her coverup and tying up her hair. She pried the book out of Spencer's grasp and pulled him up, urging him to take off the T-shirt.

"I'm coming," he said, laughing as she bounced around, trying to get him to move faster. He set the champagne glass down on the little beach table before taking his top off before chasing after his wife.

She shrieked as she met the cold ocean water, pulling back as the cold water soaked her front. Spencer grabbed her by the waist and pulled her deeper into the waves regardless of the temperature.

She laughed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. The taste of orange juice and champagne mixed with saltwater flooded her senses, creating an interesting combination of flavors.

She pulled away as another wave came crashing into their bodies. Thank God she forced Spencer to start working out with her because if not, they'd for sure have been toppled a long time ago. Katharine's grip on him tightened as another wave came crashing into them.

"I'm starting to think the beach in May wasn't such a good idea," Spencer said, spitting seawater out of his mouth. There was no doubt in Katharine's mind that he was thinking of bleaching his mouth right then and there.

"Maybe not," she hummed, laying her head on his shoulder. "But at least we've got most of the beach to ourselves."

They looked around. The usually active beach was filled with mostly retired elderly people and even then those were far and in between. The only people that were even remotely around their ages were the staff at the resort and a handful of couples that also looked like they were on their honeymoons.

They swayed in the water a bit longer, just soaking in the fact that they were there together. They watched as the sun started to go down, getting out of the water only when Spencer admitted that his feet were going numb.

Together, they picked up all their belongings and made the short trek back to their hotel room.

The second their door closed, Katharine was ridding herself of her bikini bottom, her top following soon after. She slipped into the bathroom and turned the shower on, waiting for the water to heat up as Spencer went to grab their toiletries from her suitcase.

She climbed into the shower as soon as the water was practically near a boil and sighed as the heat began to warm her extremities, soothing her aching muscles. She heard the bathroom door open and close before a few moments of shuffling were heard.

Katharine grinned as the curtain drew back, revealing her husband (sans clothing). He climbed in with her after complaining about how hot the water was, to which she replied that it wasn't even near as hot as it could be. She eventually shut him up with her lips, pulling him in so that their bodies were flush to each other.

Their movements were hurried and frantic. After all, they only had this week before they would be separated for a good couple of months.

Katharine was determined to make every moment count.

BY THE END OF THE WEEK, Katharine was absolutely refusing to leave their little slice of paradise.

"Run away with me," she tried to coax her husband as they laid in bed, the morning sun caressing their naked bodies. The white sheet that covered them made for something that looked straight out of a movie. "I know someone who can make it look like we never even existed."

Spencer rolled over and pressed a kiss to her lips, effectively shutting her up.

"As much as I would love to run away with you," he kissed her again. "I doubt any of our friends would be happy with that."

Katharine frowned as he kissed her again, tilting her neck so that he could continue his assault down her jaw. His lips trailed down her shoulder, leaving the same marks there that very well covered her entire chest.

"Hey," she said softly, bringing his attention back up to her face. He looked at her as if expected that her next words were going to be 'I love you,' or something like that. No, instead, the next words that tumbled out of her mouth were, "I don't like it when you handcuff other women."

He pushed himself up on his elbows and hovered over her, looking down at the woman he chose to love.

"Is that really what you wanted to say?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

With a sheepish grin plastered onto her face, she nodded her head. He was quick to attack her sides, causing her to squeal out in surprise.

"Stop!" she managed in between bouts of laughter. "I surrender! I surrender!"

Breathlessly, he stopped, trapping the woman in between his arms as he hovered over her. He leaned in and kissed her innocently. She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him back in, kissing him passionately as if this was their first time all over again.

"'You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,'" Spencer quoted, using his hand to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face.

"Pride and Prejudice," she hummed, leaning into his touch. They kissed again, feeling the same spark that had ignited all those months ago. The fire inside them both still burning as brightly as if newly lit.

"I love you," he muttered against her lips as they separated. Katharine couldn't help the goofy grin that slid onto her features.

She tilted her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too," she said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She watched as he admired her, falling in love with him all over again.

It was almost too good to be true. He wanted her like she wanted him. Two years ago, Katharine would have sworn that she'd never marry--that'd she'd never fall in love. Well, here was living, breathing proof that she was very much, and very deeply in love.

And she wouldn't want it any other way.