When The World Stops | Completed

Chapter 34: Honeymoon Pt. 3

Word to the wise: Never watch any movie with Spencer Reid.

We decided to enjoy the home cinema on the first floor, and I chose Iron Man. Spencer was immediately critiquing the suit and science of it all, so then we moved to Monty Python and the Holy Grail, but he was ruining it by pointing out which actors were playing different characters. Fine, I thought, The Princess Bride, but he recited it when I just wanted to watch the movie. The Theory of Everything? Too many inconsistencies compared to Hawking's actual life. Harry Potter was another one he could recite (with accents, while pointing out how it differed from the books).

I was desperate. There's no way he can possibly ruin The Lord of The Rings, right?

Unless he can speak every single language Tolkien created for the series and translates everything, points out the foreshadowing, and highlights book to movie changes.

Which, of course, he can.

"Fine, what do you want to watch?" I said, reclining the chair, "I am out of ideas. Any movie I think if I can think of a way you'll ruin it."

"I'm not ruining it!" He protested, "I'm simply aware of the flaws that screenplay adaptations have, and I can't help but point them out. I don't even realize I'm doing it sometimes. And why don't you want a whisper translation?"

"Because I want to hear the actors!" I exclaimed, "They were chosen for the films to be the characters."

"Okay, so movies are off the table." He sighed.

"I have a much better idea," I grinned, standing up and grabbing Spencer's hand, "C'mon."

Apparently, a game of pool is all physics and can be predicted as easily as a movie. Also, Spencer is very good at pool. He sunk the 8-ball before half of mine were in the pockets.

"Unbelievable," I groaned, "You cannot be good at everything."

He grinned, kissing me, "Whoops."

"I will find something." I promised him.

We raced around on the motorbikes that came with the villa (seriously, Rossi, how much money do you have?), which we determined was a tie, played every video game we could think of (Spencer beat me in most of them), ended up running across the house tickling each other (there are no winners in a tickle fight, only survivors), and ended up in the indoor pool, splashing each other and laughing.

"Okay, okay," I said, rubbing the water out of my eyes, "Tie."

"Fine," Spencer smiled, "What next?"

"Truth or dare?" I suggested, "I've got some things I want to do with you."

His eyes widened with excitement, "Count me in. Ladies first."

"Asking or being asked?"

"Asking," He gestured to me, "So ask the question."

"Spencer Reid," I said in a formal tone, holding back laughter, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." He answered immediately.

"What's the most hardcore porn you've ever watched?" I asked.

"Pornography can actually be extremely damaging to your sexual health and satisfaction, and the industry is-"

"Spencer," I cut him off, "Answer the question."

He sighed, "How do you qualify hardcore?"

"Whatever you think is the dirtiest, most taboo, clear-your-browser-history-repeatedly level." I smirked.