You had decided on MIT, after Spencer assuring you it was your decision and he would support whatever you chose. Your parents were ecstatic, you being only an hour away. Lola was starting medical school in a month and Nate began his internship that Spencer helped him get. The three most important people in your life other than your parents were in DC. And, you weren't.

You shook the sad thoughts out of your head, grinning at Spencer as the plane touched down. You were in Paris with the love of your life. And, you couldn't be happier.

You spent the first day at the Louvre, Spencer spouting random facts about the painting and sculptures. You laughed as people began to tune into what he was saying, assuming he was a tour guide. You spent the late afternoon window-shopping on the Champs-Elise, buying only your favorite macarons. You finished the day with dinner at the Eiffel Tower.

"Spence, how much did this cost you?" You asked, knowing this wasn't cheap.

"It wasn't too expensive," he replied, folding his napkin.

"Spencer," you warned, knowing he twitched his upper lip when he lied. "You have a tell and I know it."

"Let's just say I had a lot of money saved and this didn't even out a dent in it," he said nonchalantly, standing up and reaching for your hand.

"How rich are you?" you asked, grinning at him.

"Hmm I didn't know you only liked me for my money?" He joked.

"It all began with the $400 cardigan," you teased, pulling him in for a kiss.

That night, you took a midnight stroll along the Seine, Spencer whispering French poetry to you as you walked.

The next day, you took a trip to the French country side, spending the day eating bread and riding bikes, which Spencer was terrible at. You also visited this beautiful castle in a quaint town called Pierrefonds.

Your third day was spent visiting the historical sites such as Sacré-Coeur and the cathedral of Notre Dame.

The last day you took a boat ride down the Seine and visited Versailles. When you got back to the suite that night, you collapsed on the couch next to Spencer. He smiled and pulled you into his lap, kissing you gently. "I can't believe it's our last night," he muttered, kissing you again.

"Spence?" You questioned as you pulled away. "Can we move this to the room?"

Spencer blushed lightly, nodding as he stood up. You moved to stand up, Spencer picking you before you moved an inch. He carried you into the room, placing you on the bed gently.

He laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms and kissing your lips. You deepened the kiss, loosening his tie and moving on to unbutton his top. He shuddered as your hands traced his abdomen, roaming his toned stomach. You pulled away for a split second, pulling your dress over your head.

Spencer took a sharp breath in, seeing you in his arms in just the periwinkle lace he remembered from Christmas. "You're beautiful," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "God, you're so beautiful," he repeated, holding your face in his hands.

"Spence, please," you begged, wanting him to touch you, to feel his skin on yours. He bit his lip, looking down at you.

"Y/N, we don't have to," he muttered.

"I want to. No, actually, I need to. Spencer, I need you," you rambled, your hands roaming his back. Spencer took a deep breath, leaning down and kissing you gently, as if you would break.

You deepened the kiss, reaching for his belt. "Now, Spence, please," you whispered desperately, pulling his pants down. Spencer moaned in response, unhooking your bra, caressing your breast. You slid it down your arms, throwing it across the room. His lips replaced the position of his hands, eliciting a moan from your mouth. His lips let go, causing you to whimper. "Don't stop, please," you begged, pushing Spencer's head back down to your chest.

He hummed in response, his hands trailing down your body, hooking his fingers on your underwear and pulling them down. "Y/N, you're sure?" he asked, looking into your eyes with his beautiful hazel ones.

You nodded, breathing heavily. "Spencer, I'm yours, I'm all yours," you murmured, reaching up to kiss him, your hands pulling his hair roughly. He kissed you back, his hands holding your hips against the bed. His hands left your side for a a second, to slide his boxers down.

"One more time, you're sure?" he asked. You nodded.

"Do with me what you want," you confirmed. Spencer kissed you, moving his tongue into your mouth and kissing you harder. You moaned, your nails digging into his back as he pushed into you. He was gentle and slow at first. "Harder Spence," you screamed, causing him to speed up.

You arched your back, reaching your climax soon after and coming undone in his arms. "Y/N, god, you feel so good," he said in between breaths. He collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your chest as you played with his hair. You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.

Eventually, Spencer stood up, walking into the bathroom and coming back with a towel and a T-shirt for you. You smiled at him, kissing him gently. "I love you, Y/N," he began, holding you in his arms. "Was that ok?"

You laughed at his question, kissing his nose. "It was better than ok. It was magical Spence, like a fairytale."

"That was your first time, wasn't it?" Spencer questioned. You nodded, looking up at his big hazel eyes.

"I wanted to wait for someone special," you whispered. Spencer's face softened**, kissing your forehead.

"You amaze me every day," he muttered. You nestled into his chest, your eyes shutting from exhaustion, a small smile taking residence on your face. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Spencer whispered into your hair, your soft breaths lulling him to sleep.

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Hello folks, I like to call this episode: me procrastinating doing my biochem homework. I hope this makes your day better because biochem has definitely made mine worse.