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Christmas Party
Chapter Four
Connor held Abby's hand as they stepped outside the warehouse into the fresh night air. They were giggling slightly, partly from embarrassment and partly because they found it all actually rather funny.
That was…weird!" Connor laughed. "Getting applause for kissing! Musta been doing it really well!"
"Connor Temple!" Abby giggled.
Connor drew her to him. "Now we don't have an audience, let's see how well we do this time!" he whispered. He roughly grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her to him, capturing her mouth passionately. Abby instantly responded and their kisses got wilder and more turbulent as their passion grew. Connor finally broke the embrace, and looked at Abby for a moment, savouring her desire filled eyes, her newly bruised lips and the way her chest heaved breathlessly.
"Don't stop, Connor!" Abby whispered, pulling him back to her, but he tore himself away, and grabbed her hand.
"Come on..." he said thickly as he led her down the path towards the ARC, which was only a short distance from the warehouse.
Once inside, they carefully avoided the soldiers who were manning the ARC in the staff's absence, and they practically ran to the locker rooms. Connor locked the door behind him, and stood with his back against it, face to face with Abby, gasping for breath.
"Abby…" he started to say, but she cut his words off when she slowly removed her top.
His mouth fell open and he just stood where he was, silently watching her, his eyes round and dark with passion. His mouth went dry as she approached, and he groaned slightly as she moved sensuously nearer, her skin glistening in the half light. His hands reached out and he savoured the smooth feel of her as he pulled her tightly against him. His body left her in no doubt of his arousal and she hurriedly pulled at his t-shirt, helping him remove the offending garment.
As his t-shirt hit the floor, they closed the distance between them again and this time their kiss was gentle and soft, but still passionate and full of love and desire. They moved to the benches in the middle of the locker room, still kissing and Connor broke away to sweep the items of clothing left there by other staff onto the floor, and gently lowered Abby onto the bench.
"Love you, Abby." he cried, his voice thick with desire.
"I love you too…" she whispered.
The words of love hung in the air as they tore off their remaining clothes. Tears of happiness and love ran unchecked from Connor's eyes as Abby's own tears mingled with his. They both rained kisses on each other's faces, wiping the tears away, lips returning together, tongues exploring, entwining.
"Abby…" Connor breathed as Abby cried his name out loud.
Then the time for words was past as the young couple shared their love, crying and gasping in their passion and delight of each other...
~~oOOo~~
"Jess?" Becker was saying, shouting over the noise of the disco. "Would you like to get some fresh air? It's so hot in here and it's hard to talk."
"What?" she asked, not hearing a word he said.
Becker motioned towards the door, and Jess nodded. They walked leisurely out of the warehouse and stood outside, not speaking for a few moments.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Becker finally asked.
"Oh yes! It's lovely!" she replied "The music's brilliant! Are you?"
"Yes, surprisingly, I am! I don't usually like this sort of thing, you know, but this has been great. You're great!" he added softly.
The way he spoke and the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. She looked up at him towering over her and without realising, they instinctively moved closer to each other, and Becker finally captured her mouth with his own. The kiss was short, but full of meaning and when they parted, Jess felt the tears prickling her eyes. She was so happy.
"Er…I don't usually get that reaction when I kiss a girl! You OK, Jess? Was…was it OK?"
"Oh yes!" she breathed. "It was more than OK! But there's just one problem…" Jess stated, remembering Sarah's words.
"Problem? What? If you don't want me to…?"
"No, it's not that. The problem is that we're standing in the wrong place!"
"Wrong place?" Becker looked confused.
"Yes, move a little to your right. A bit more. Stop! That's it! Perfect!"
"What…?" he began, but he followed Jess' gaze upwards to the doorway where a little sprig of mistletoe was hanging. "Ah! Mistletoe…can't waste that!" he laughed, and pulled her to him once more.
He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue parting her lips as he deepened the kiss. Jess all but melted in his arms and they clung together. Becker nuzzled Jess' neck, and then captured her lips once more. When they broke apart, they smiled almost shyly at each other. Becker took one of her small hands in his.
"Jess…I…"
Her heart almost burst from her chest as he looked at her. She'd never seen his expression so soft and gentle before. His eyes told her that he cared as much for her as she did for him.
"I…I wondered if you'd like to go out with me…I mean as a couple…?"
"You...you mean as g...g...girlfriend and boyfriend?" Jess queried quietly, holding her breath.
"Most definitely- I'd love to call you my girlfriend, Jess!"
"Oh! Oh!" Jess squealed suddenly, nearly deafening Becker who let go of her and jumped back a little, looking amused, but pained.
"Sorry. But…oh! Yes…yes- I'd love to go out with you, Captain Becker."
"Yes? Really? That's…that's " he cut off his own words by pulling Jess gently back into his arms and capturing the soft pink lips once more. Jess raked her hands through his hair, enjoying the feel of it, she'd wanted to do that for so long.
"You have lovely hair." she murmured against his mouth.
"What?" he whispered back, his breath hot on her cheeks.
"Never mind…just…just kiss me!"
Becker didn't need to be told twice, and thoroughly kissed her once more. When they finally separated, he continued to hold her around her waist, as if he never wanted to let her go.
"Shall we go back inside, you're shivering!" he said, full of concern for her comfort.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak…she might just tell him she was shivering with desire, not from the cold. She wasn't disappointed, though- they had plenty of time to enjoy each other- as girlfriend and boyfriend…
~~oOOo~~
They sat back down at their table, where Danny and Sarah were already sitting together sharing a kiss. Lester and Philip were at the table, but they were so full of whisky that they didn't seem to care, and were even laughing together at some joke Philip had just made. Connor and Abby joined them at their table too, and Danny smirked at their dishevelled state, and the fact that Abby's top seemed to be inside out. For once he decided not to say anything. Tomorrow would be soon enough to have fun with that little gem!
Matt and Emily had finally had enough of dancing, and joined them all at the table together with Michael and Jenny who were bickering about the merits of 'cheesy' music or rock music.
"Hey, guys…I'd like to propose a toast!" Connor said.
Abby looked a little alarmed. As much as she loved Connor, she was under no illusions that he could be slightly awkward and say the wrong thing at times. He laughed at her expression, and patted her hand as he raised his glass.
"I'd like to propose a toast to Jess and Emily for arranging this great party!" he finished. Abby sighed in relief, and grabbed her glass.
"Jess and Emily!" they all toasted.
"And... Merry Christmas!" Jess replied, lifting her glass in the air.
They all clinked their glasses together, friends and colleagues together.
"Merry Christmas!" they chanted in unison.
Connor's eyes met Abby's- yes this had to be his 'Best Christmas Ever', and it wasn't finished yet. They smiled at each other- they knew that this would be their last Christmas as two single people. Next Christmas they'd be Mr and Mrs Temple! They had their whole future to look forward to together.
Jess and Becker also looked at each other. Each of them hoped that this Christmas would be the first of many for them as a couple. It would certainly be a lot of fun finding out. They grinned as if sharing a huge secret.
"Yes! Merry Chr…Chr…" Philip slurred loudly. He went to stand up, but the two bottles of malt whisky had gone to his head, and he went to sit back down dizzily, but missed his chair and fell onto the floor. Everyone laughed to see the normally pompous man giggling on the floor, and laughed. Lester groggily shook his head.
"Really Philip! Can't abide a man who can't take his drink!" he said slowly, pronouncing his words very carefully. "What he's trying to say is… Merry Christmas Everybody!"
"Merry Christmas!"
THE END.
Well, there it is- my little Christmas fliclet. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thank you to everyone for all the alerts and for reading and reviewing this, and my other stories. Your comments and constructive criticism are so important to me!
Merry Christmas, everyone- have a lovely time…eat, drink, and be merry!