The Twelve Days of Christmas
A Snickery Christmas Fic, dedicated to the one and only CSIsnicker101! Xxx
Really unsure about this chapter, hopefully the rest will be better! Xxxxx
Chapter 1: One the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a brown leather charm necklace...
25th December 1999 6:57am
He woke slowly, rubbing his eyes to vanish the trace of sleep still left behind. He blinked and turned his head to cast a glance at the beauty lying next to him.
"Sara?" He whispered, rolling gently onto his side and propping his head up on his elbow.
After no reply he swiftly adjusted himself so he was above her, arms keeping him up so that he wouldn't squish her, legs covering her own.
"Sara?" He whispered, leaning down so he was speaking into her ear.
She stirred but didn't awake, he watched her for a moment. The auburn hair tousled and un-ordered with its naturally curly bounce, the long, snowy white arm slung above her head, a contrast against the deep blue pillow, her face was peaceful and every trace of worry on her face was completely gone. Again he bent down and this to capture her lips in his, landing a soft sweet kiss on her dusky pink lips.
Her eyes fluttered open at the embrace and she began to return the kiss, turning it into more than a wakeup call. She brought her hand to his face and cupped his rough cheek, stroking the flesh, relishing in the short stubble that tickled her palm.
"Merry Christmas." He whispered, pulling away but keeping close enough their noses touched, breath mingling together.
"Merry Christmas." She replied, in the same hushed tone, as if anything louder would spoil the moment.
"What do you say we get some breakfast?" He asked, feeling how empty the night's activities had left him.
"I want you for breakfast." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Okay, but then we have to get breakfast then presents." He grinned.
"Nick." She laughed, admiring how his face lit up like a small child's at the mention of presents.
He dropped another kiss on her lips, staying longer and using his hands to explore places he'd never known until last night.
Its funny how plans never seem to turn out the way you would want, if it hadn't snowed Nick would have gotten on the plane and would be sitting at the large table in Dallas beside his two youngest nieces, talking with the always growing family he belonged to.
But then sometimes plans not turning out the way they should can be a good thing, if it hadn't snowed there wouldn't have been a White Christmas, if it hadn't have snowed he wouldn't have found out Sara was planning to spend the whole of Christmas alone. If it hadn't snowed he wouldn't have invited her to his place since all the roads to hers was closed. If it hadn't snowed they wouldn't have snuggled in a blanket with their backs to the radiator drinking hot chocolate. If it hadn't snowed they wouldn't have started sharing stories.
If it hadn't snowed they wouldn't have looked in each other's eyes.
If it hadn't snowed they wouldn't have kissed.
They wouldn't have ended up in his bed.
If it hadn't snowed, they wouldn't have realised what the other meant.
If it hadn't snowed they wouldn't have felt the tingly, nervous feeling you get inside your stomach when you first realise, the person staring back is the one you've been waiting for.
"You shouldn't have." Sara blushed, taking the tiny parcel in her hands.
"I had to." He smiled, anxiously watching her untie the bright red ribbon. "I went shopping for Greg's Secret Santa and I saw that, it looked like something you'd wear."
Or he could have been absolutely honest and say he saw it and instantly knew it was perfect for her.
"I feel like I should have gotten you something." She frowned, pulling the ribbon from the parcel and placing it to the side.
"Sara, I got to wake up to you this morning, I get to spend Christmas Day with you. Last night alone was every guy and even some of the girls in the lab's dream."
"Well thank you so much." She smiled, placing a hand over his.
"Now come on, open it!" He chuckled.
She smiled her trademark gap-tooth, wide smile as she softly peeled the wrapping paper off the box; dropping it to the side she picked the lid off of the black box.
"Nick." She said breathlessly, lifting out the small leather necklace with the three silver beads.
He smiled as he watched her finger each bead, the cube with the sunshine engraved on it, the tiny cube with an 's' hanging from it on a thin piece of chain and the paw print that he now knew matched the tattoo she had on her hip.
He could tell her the beads were specially ordered for the necklace or that the leather was animal-friendly and made up of a whole range of natural and organic-non animal- produce but he decided to keep his mouth shut as he watched her slip it on.
"Thank you." She smiled, biting her bottom lip.
"Anytime." He replied, picking up the forgotten fork and cutting a piece of the pancake they'd ordered half an hour ago bringing it up to her mouth and letting her take it from the metal instrument before feeding himself a bite.
"I did not know you owned a dress." He smirked, looking up and down the full length of Sara Sidle.
"I have to have something in case of an emergency, like I actually get a date." She smiled, twirling round and showing off just a little for him.
"In that dress you'd get plenty of dates but you don't need one anymore. You're mine."
The words you're mine would usually have resulted in Sara slapping whoever dare call her theirs but with Nick it was meaningful, he was protective, he was loving and he wanted her, something she'd never truly known.
It was a simple dress, vintage 50's day dress she'd seen once at a market and had immediately fallen in love with. She wasn't the dressy person but this dress was the perfect blend of femininity and independence. The orangey colour of it was enough to make anyone run and hide but she sort of liked how orange looked, it was her favourite colour since she was 14 and this dress to her was the perfect shade. She wore Nick's gift, and when she was changing she couldn't help but admire it in the mirror.
"You look like the sun." He smiled, taking her hand and twirling her around, the skirts of the dress flying out.
"I'll take that as a compliment." She decided, wrapping her arms around him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Thank you Nick."
"You deserve it Sara." He whispered into her air, breathing in her sweet scent.