( This is really short and fluffy... Merry Christmas everyone!)

Sara fought back a giggle as she watched Michael struggle with the wrapping paper. As she watched he swore softly under his breath before sticking his paper cut finger into his mouth.

Sara knew he was unaware of her eyes as he lifted the box, and turned it yet another way with his long fingers before placing it down on the wrapping paper he had laid out on his drafting table.

She wondered if he thought a square box had a better angle than the one he had previously had it positioned in.

She was thoroughly enjoying herself watching as he applied the tape and stood back to observe his progress.

Shaking his head, ever the perfectionist, he pulled the paper off and started all over.

Sara felt the giggle escape her smiling lips as in his frustration he threw the balled up paper hard against the wall.

Darn it, she thought, she had given herself away!

Michael's head whipped around, catching her in the doorway.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be up here, what if I was in the middle of wrapping one of your gifts"? He said sticking his cut finger into his mouth again.

"And what's so funny anyways"?

Sara entered the room still giggling.

"You're funny, that's what", she said wrapping her arms around him.

"And just why am I so funny"? He asked leaning in to kiss her nose lightly.

"Well, I find it funny that you can make an origami with you're eyes closed, but you can't wrap a square box with wrapping paper", She said smiling and then reached up to plant a return kiss on his nose.

Michael grinned. "Oh, yeah, you think you can do any better, Tancredi, why don't you wrap the rest of these presents"?

Sara laughed. "So it's Tancredi, now is it"?

Michael nodded. "When you pick on me it is".

Sara regarded him with a stern look. "Okay, Scofield, step aside and watch the master"!

Michael stepped back and made a grand sweeping gesture with his arm.

Sara rubbed her hands together and approached the task at hand. She knew she would have all of the presents wrapped in no more than half an hour.

About 20 minutes later she stood back proudly and surveyed her masterpieces.

"Well"? She said planting her hands on her slim hips. "Who's you're daddy now, Scofield"?

Michael raised his eyebrows and pulled her close. "You're my…. gullible wife who I just tricked into wrapping all of the presents we bought for Linc and LJ", he said smiling and kissed her nose again.

Sara pulled back, her mouth open in shock.

When he laughed and shook his finger at her Sara went for his ticklish spot.

"No, no, no, no"! Michael said trying to fend her off.

But Sara was hell bent on revenge. Besides she knew exactly how this would end up. It would end up the way it always did whenever she started tickling him, with the two of them wrapped around each other in bed.

And that was the one kind of wrapping she knew he was an expert at.

She smiled at the thought and increased her efforts.