A/N: Here is a little Christmas story, It takes place in the same AU as Blue Paint and Carina. I would like to thank the wonderful, amazing, super nice Quistie64 for her help with this little fic. I don't own Chuck. Hope you enjoy this little story and have a safe and happy holiday season.
"Ok, It looks like someone is ready for bed." Sarah smiled as she looked down at her son. He was falling asleep on top of his new stuffed triceratops, the one he had already named "Tricey."
"'K, Mom." Stephen reached out for her with one hand while the other securely grasped Tricey's frill.
After picking him up, she called out to Chuck, "Sweetie , I'm going to get Stephen ready for bed and then grab a quick shower."
"Ok, I'll finish cleaning up down here," Chuck replied from the kitchen.
After making sure Stephen's teeth had been brushed and he was snugly tucked in bed, Sarah bent down and gave him a kiss on the head. "Good night, little man." He was already drifting off, so she flipped on his night light and quietly closed the door. Sarah hurried down the hall to her and Chuck's room.
Chuck had just turned off the kitchen faucet when he heard Sarah turning on the shower. Smiling to himself, he put away the dishes. After everything was cleaned up, he shut off the lights and headed up the stairs. He was a little disappointed that Sarah had finished her shower, so he headed to Stephen's room to say goodnight. Opening the door a little bit, he leaned his head in and saw Stephen trying to reach out of his bed to pick up Tricey who had fallen on the floor.
Reaching out and picking up the toy, Chuck asked, "So, did you get everything you wanted for Christmas?"
Stephen reached out for the toy. "Yep," he said with a yawn. "Did you and Mom?"
Chuck let out a little laugh. "We sure did," he said, handing the toy off to his son. "Ok, then. Good night, little guy." After a quick kiss on the forehead, Chuck turned the light off and closed the door.
Heading down the hall way to the bathroom, he found the pajama bottoms and t-shirt that Sarah had left for him. A quick shower later, he walked into their bedroom and came to a sudden stop. The lights were off and several candles were lit and placed around the room. Sarah sat on her knees on the bed, wearing only one of his white dress shirts and holding a twig of mistletoe toe over her head. "Chuck," she said, drawing out his name "You still have one more gift to open."
"Uhh...Yea..." he replied.
She loved that still could break Chuck's brain like that. Chuck quickly crossed the room. Sliding an arm around Sarah's waist and bringing his other hand up to brush her cheek, he leaned in for a kiss. Sarah tossed the mistletoe aside and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and then they parted to catch their breaths. Chuck pulled off his shirt off, tossed it across the room and leaned back in for another kiss. This time as he came forward, Sarah waited for his lips to make contact with hers and then turned a little, causing Chuck to fall down to the bed. She quickly straddled his hips and leaned forward, placing small kisses along his jaw. Sitting back up, she looked at him. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Bartowski."
Chuck smiled back and reached up to slowly unbutton the shirt. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Bartowski."