Author's note: So this was only supposed to be one chapter, but then the evil genius Starfoxtwin gave me the idea for this second chapter, and she and Scousedancer persuaded me to write it…

If you haven't read The Next Step, you just need to know that Mike and Rachel are married (you probably got that from chapter one), Tom and Sasha are together, and Tex has a kickass girlfriend called Nina. If you are a reader of The Next Step, try not to worry too much about where this fits in the timeline - I didn't!

Enjoy, and please remember to review - you'll make my Christmas!

Step into Christmas (again)

"So, I heard something kind of interesting this morning." Sasha smirked a little as she looked at Rachel.

Nina raised her head from the couch where she was laying, wincing. "Is this gossip? Because I need a distraction from this hangover!"

Rachel laughed. "Is Tex in as bad a state as you this morning?!"

"Why do think I'm here?" She gestured weakly around the Slatterys' living room. "I needed to be away from his snoring! He woke up for half an hour, then decided to go back to bed!"

"No fun and games for you last night then?" Sasha's smirk grew wider, "Because apparently it was quite the entertaining evening for some people!"

Rachel groaned and laid her head on the table. "You know, don't you?"

Nina struggled into a sitting position. "What does she know? What happened?"

Sasha grinned wickedly, "Oh, it just seems that Captain and Dr Slattery decided to use his office for a little private time, which ended with them being caught out by the Greens."

Nina burst out laughing, and Rachel blushed bright red, but couldn't help laughing too.

"I wanted to give Mike something memorable for Christmas!"

All three of them were laughing hard, and Sasha had to fight for breath as she asked,

"That meant you naked on his desk, and him in full whites with his pants round his ankles?"

Nina was almost crying with laughter now. "Ow, my head! Stop it!" She pleaded.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Rachel said suddenly, swallowing her laughter, "You stayed at Tom's last night, didn't you Sasha?"

"Yeah, why?" Sasha looked puzzled, and Rachel's smile grew wicked.

"Because if you came downstairs from Tom's place straight to our apartment, then there's no way you bumped into Danny or Kara. So how exactly did you know what they saw last night unless…" Her eyes narrowed, "Unless you were on your way into the same office to do the same thing!"

The only confirmation she needed was Sasha's sudden blush.

Fourteen hours earlier

Sasha couldn't stop giggling, as Tom murmured in her ear. They'd both had a little too much champagne, but the Christmas Ball was a delicious taste of the old world, and as disconcerting as that was, it was also seductive.

Seductive was the right word for what Tom was whispering in her ear as well, his hand tracing lightly and secretly over her ass as they stood leaning against the wall, his hand hidden as he caressed her.

"You remember, when you came into my office and climbed in my lap," His lips brushed her skin and she shivered, "And you wanted to do it right there."

She risked looking at him, so handsome in his dress whites, being rather uncharacteristically provocative.

"Are you trying to suggest something?" She murmured, and he smiled.

"I could think of worse ways to end the evening."

"In your office?" She checked.

"Over my desk." He whispered, and she almost whimpered. "Yes?"

She glanced around the room, then at Tom's wicked smile.

"I'm shocked, Captain Chandler!" She hissed, but her smile betrayed her.

"I'm shocked that you have to think twice." He replied, "Particularly given how fond you know I am of desks-" He ran his hand down the back of her thigh, "-and stockings…"

Trying to keep straight faces, they moved quickly through the corridors of the old mansion, and Sasha was relieved when they failed to encounter anyone. As they rounded the corner to approach Tom and Mike's office, however, she saw light and heard voices, just as Tom pulled her into the shadows a few feet from the door.

The sight in front of them almost made her laugh out loud, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, hearing Tom's muffled snort in her ear.

Danny and Kara Green were poised in the doorway of the office, and just visible past them were Mike and Rachel, or rather Mike's back - jacket in place but trousers round his ankles - and a flash of Rachel's bare leg and shoulder, plus her blushing face.

"Bastard stole my idea." Tom murmured, and Sasha almost laughed again. He pulled her deeper into the shadows as the Greens left, closing the door behind them, and turned her to face him. Next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, firm and insistent, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her against him as he kissed her deep and slow.

She was so lost in the kiss, she barely heard Mike and Rachel leave the office, but Tom did, stilling as the couple walked away laughing softly, their arms around each other.

"Coast is clear," He whispered, and pulled her into the office, closing the door behind them and putting a chair against it. "No interruptions for us."

Sasha looked at him, her gorgeous man in his dress whites, and reached behind her, unzipping her long red dress and letting it fall to the floor. Beneath she was wearing the underwear that she knew drove him crazy - black lace panties, bra and garter belt, and sheer stockings, her feet still in high red heels.

She could see Tom swallow, and it made her feel bold.

"I was going to let you unwrap me when we got home," She told him, "But I guess you want your present a little early?"

He undid a couple of buttons of his jacket, then started to laugh, "You know what, these whites are a nightmare. Mike probably had the right idea. You, on the other hand," He stepped close and ran his hands up her bare back, "Have absolutely the right idea." He unsnapped her bra, and Sasha looked right into his eyes as she let it fall, baring her breasts.

He stepped back a little to look at her again. "God, Sash, you are the most beautiful…" He trailed off as she moved into his arms and kissed him, pressing herself against him.

"Over your desk?" She checked, and he kissed her again before answering.

"Only if you want to."

"I want to." She gasped softly as his hands found her breasts.

Tom gently backed her up until she hit his desk, moving his hands softly over her skin as he kissed her into that place where nothing else existed but him.

"I want you," She murmured, meeting his eyes, "Please, Tom…"

He kissed her once more, then took her shoulders and spun her around, facing his desk, brushing her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. She shivered, leaning forward to place her hands on the desk as he trailed kisses down her spine, finally dropping to his knees behind her.

"Mmm." He caught the elastic of her panties in his teeth, snapping it gently against her skin and making her laugh a little before she felt his hands hook into the sides of the panties and gently draw them down her legs, careful not to disturb the stockings and garter belt. She stepped out of them, and he immediately slid his hands back up her legs, tracing his fingers lightly over the insides of her thighs and making her gasp as she instinctively spread her legs wider.

Not being able to see him or anticipate his next move made every touch more intense, and Sasha was desperate for him even before she felt Tom's tongue gently trace between her legs.

"Oh god! Tom! Now, please!" She cried out, as he found her sweet spot, teasing gently. She was trembling already, and she heard him chuckle as he rose to his feet.

"Impatient?" He gripped her hips tightly, and she pressed back against him, making him chuckle again. "I'm never going to look at my desk the same way again."

Then she felt his lips on the back of her neck, and before she knew it, he had pushed inside her, making her cry out again.

"Yes!"

He was moving slowly, deliberately, opening her, but she wanted more, now, and pushed back onto him, enjoying his groan.

"Sash-" His tone was almost a warning, but she pushed back onto him again, and was rewarded by his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust hard, making her brace herself against the desk as she moaned her pleasure.

"Oh god, Sash, oh god-" He was moving faster and harder, and she matched every stroke, until the wave broke and she almost saw stars as she exploded, only dimly aware of Tom's shout as he did the same.

He pulled her gently back into his arms, sinking to the floor and bringing her with him, so she was cradled in his lap. They were both breathing hard, and she looked up at Tom to see that special smile, the one that always made her catch her breath.

"I might have to get a new office." He said, kissing her softly, "Because I am never going to get any work done in this one ever again."

Fourteen hours later

Mike and Tom sat at their respective desks, both of them somewhat preoccupied. Tom kept glancing down at the surface of his desk, and Mike was re-stacking piles of paperwork that seemed to have become mysteriously jumbled.

"Good night last night?" Tom asked neutrally, and Mike nodded.

"I've had worse."

"I know what you mean." Tom agreed, "I definitely know what you mean."