AN; This is a little fic I wrote for Unightfog's McSwarek advent calendar. It's three chapters and I will publish each one after they have been published on the calendar. Hope you enjoy!

Sorry for all the mistakes, they are all mine. I just don't see them anymore after editing for too long.

BTW; I am still working on Locker Room Affairs, but currently residing in the middle of nowhere, on a mountain in Italy. So internet is a challenge!

DISCLAIMER; Rookie Blue and Bing Crosby's 'Round and Round the Christmas tree'. Neither are mine :-(

"Round and round the Christmas tree,
Presents hanging there for you and me.
Lights all shining merrily,
Christmas a week away"

The off tune singing woke Sam up. He threw a look at the alarm clock. Three PM. At least he'd had some decent hours of sleep after the all-night shift he had worked. But that still didn't explain Andy's presence at his house. She usually stayed at her own place after an all-nighter, because they needed to catch up on sleep. Both knowing they would not do that if they were sleeping in the same bed.

Sam smiled at the thought of her being in his house. He loved having her around, he loved the way she took her liberties using the key he gave her, hoping one day his house would be hers too. Reluctantly getting out of bed, he started grabbing around for his clothes. He was barely awake as he stumbled out of the bedroom, his bedroom, to see where the noise was coming from. As he walked into the living room quite a sight met him.

What he saw was Andy, his Andy, sitting on the floor in the middle of a huge mess of shiny paper, glittery things and Christmas decorations. Sam smiled as he took her in, she was so focussed on sorting through the mess, he stood there unnoticed. Just wearing jeans and a simple top, the look was finished with an adorable Santa hat. In front of her stood a Christmas tree. Not just a tiny tree, no a huge tree. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms as he was watching her. A big happy smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked after a couple of minutes.

"I'm decorating Sam, can't you see that?" she huffed; clearly annoyed at him for asking about something that was so obvious.

"Why?"

"Because Sam," she rolled her eyes. "We need to get your house Christmafied. After I'm done here we'll go and do my house too. So would you mind helping me?"

Sam picked up a box of balls and started randomly hanging them on the tree. He was met by a scowling stare from Andy. "Gosh, you are useless Sam. You don't just put them up there; you have to consider where everything goes. It needs to be balanced."

Sam couldn't help but let out a snigger as Andy pulled the box from his hands. She cockily raised her eyebrows at him, spun around and started decorating the tree. In a desperate need for coffee Sam went to in the kitchen to get himself some coffee.

"Coffee McNally?" he shouted towards the living room.

"No, I'm good!" came the reply. It was only then he noticed the pan with, now cold, hot chocolate and the bag of marshmallows on the kitchen counter. He smiled, thinking about how she would look like a little child whenever she drank hot chocolate with marshmallows. It was only for her there was actually a bag of those sickening sweet things in his cupboards.

"So how did this tree actually get here? I'm pretty sure it didn't walk in all by itself."

Andy turned around. Sam was standing there, in the middle of the living room. His legs slightly spread, his arms crossed with his cup of coffee in his right hand, his face wearing that Godly dimpled grin. She felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach. God, he looks hot. Walking up to him, she slowly slid her arms around his waist as she stood up on her toes, kissing Sam in the neck as she moved up to his mouth.

Sam opened his mouth for her, allowing their tongues to find each other. He hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around waist as her hands tangled through his hair. She could feel his hand running up her back to support her as he walked them over to the sofa. He sat down, keeping her in his lap, her legs straddling him. They made out lazily, when all of a sudden she pressed her hips down. As a moan escaped his mouth, Andy broke away.

"I used your truck," she whispered in his ear as she braced herself for his reaction.

Sam moved away from Andy's neck, to which he was doing magical things, and stared at her. Straight into her eyes. A look she had never seen before. Was he mad at her? Just as she was trying to figure it out, he spoke.

"You did WHAT?"

Okay, so he was pissed off. "Well, I needed a large trunk to transport both trees and you where asleep and I didn't want to wake you," taking a deep breath she continued. "I just wanted to surprise you Sam…"

She moved away from his lap and curled up in a corner of the sofa, pulling her legs under her. Sam wanted to smack himself for overreacting. He quickly scooted over to her, tugging at her Santa hat. "Hey, Mrs Claus… I'm sorry, I overreacted. I think it's cute you doing all this. I would have helped you know. If you'd asked."

Sam placed his hands on her face and kissed her softly. "Now tell me you've got a spare Santa hat for me to wear. And let's finish christmafying my house."

Andy nodded, walking over to the pile of decorations she pulled out another Santa hat. She walked over to Sam and put the hat on his head. He grinned sheepishly. Andy turned towards the tree again a satisfied smile on her face, obviously enjoying the fact that he was playing along. She loved this softer side of Sam. A side he kept well hidden from every one but her.

They spend the next hour decorating the tree. When Andy attempted to put some lights up in his kitchen he stopped her.

"The tree is enough McNally. I won't be here for Christmas anyway."

"Saham," she pouted, but the look on her face told her this was a battle she was not going to win.

They packed up what was left of the decorations and got ready to go. As they exited Sam's house he stopped her holding out his hand. Andy gave him a confused look, not understanding what he wanted from her. "Keys Andy, you have already used up your driving privileges for the day."

As they entered Andy's apartment Sam could smell food. His mouth started to water. Whatever it was, it smelled amazing. His stomach started growling, reminding him he hadn't eaten yet since he woke up.

Andy turned around, grinning. "You get the tree in here, I'll finish dinner. I want it to go there," she said as she pointed to the corner next to the fireplace.

"Okay Mrs. Claus," Sam winked at her as he went back to get the tree from his truck.

As soon as Sam left her apartment Andy took some logs and got a fire going. All of a sudden the room felt warm and cosy. She quickly set the table and plated the food as she heard Sam struggling with the tree. Quickly grabbing her phone she switched it to the camera function and went to the staircase.

She got a treat there. The tree was rather large, maybe even a bit too big, and Sam was trying to pull it up the stairs. He was still wearing his Santa hat, which had slipped to one side, causing a comical sight. As he was huffing and puffing to get the tree up Andy let out a snigger. It was then that Sam noticed her.

"Don't you dare take a picture McNally."

His voice was rough, a little angry maybe. The look on his face certainly not portraying happiness. Although she wanted nothing more than to take a picture of Sam struggling, she decided against it. It was not worth the fight.

"You need help?" she carefully asked, stepping down towards Sam. "Yah, if you just grab the top and pull, I will push it up…. You just couldn't have gotten a smaller tree right?"

"No, nope…"

When they finally had the tree up where Andy wanted it, they sat down at the table. The food smelled delicious and Sam was, once again, surprised by Andy's cookery skills. He had learned early on in their relationship that Andy was either a lazy cook and opted for take out or she went all out in the kitchen cooking up something divine.

They enjoyed the food and the wine as they softly spoke about their plans for their first Holiday as a couple. Andy was hosting a Christmas party for their friends and her father on Christmas Eve. They would spend Christmas morning at her place and would leave for St. Catherine's around lunch. Andy was pretty nervous about spending Christmas with Sam's sister and her family, but Sam had convinced her they would love her.

After dinner they cleared away the dishes together before they started to decorate Andy's house. She had put on some Christmas music to set the atmosphere. Not being very much in to Christmas, or any Holiday for that matter, Sam had to admit to himself that spending time preparing with Andy was fun. But then spending time with Andy was always fun.

He enjoyed watching her dribble around the tree, hanging the ornaments. She would take a step backwards after each ornament and look at it from an angle, tilting her head. Which would be either followed by a satisfied nod or an attempt to replace the ornament to a more satisfactory place. She really took pride in her work, wanting the tree to be perfect.

Every once in a while she would instruct Sam to put up a decoration somewhere else in the house, but most of the time he was just standing there watching Andy. Not that he was complaining. Once in a while he would refill both their wineglasses. It had been al long time since he felt as relaxed as he did now, grateful that they had the next day off as both of them began to get just a little too tipsy for their own good.

Andy approached him, eyes twinkling with mischief as she slipped her hands up his chest snaking them around his neck tweaking his hat on the way. Kissing his lips softly. He slipped his hands under her shirt, running them up and down her back. He nuzzled her nose as they broke apart. The mischievous twinkling in her eyes was now joined by a very seductive grin.

"Well Mr. Claus… I think I am done christmafying my house, why don't you poor me another glass of wine and join me by the fire place," she said as she pulled a rug from under the sofa, which she spread out in front of the fireplace. She sat down on the rug, waiting for Sam to come and sit behind her. When she felt him sliding down behind her, after he had handed her the two glasses of wine, she leaned into him.

Sam took in his surroundings. A huge, but beautiful, Christmas tree decorated with great care. The room lit by just the lights on the tree, a few other decorative lights and the flames from the fireplace and his gorgeous girlfriend snuggled up against him. He felt himself one lucky man on top of the world. "I could get used to preparing for Christmas like this," Sam hoarsely whispered in her ear, softly massaging her shoulders.

She leaned into him even more as she turned her head sideways, letting Sam kiss her neck and cheeks before dipping down to kiss her shoulder and collar bone. One hand was riding up her side as the other pulled her head in for a long passionate kiss. Yeah, this has to be the best preparation for Christmas I have ever had. Andy thought as Sam slowly started to undress her.