Hey guys!

This is a pretty long one shot...whew. Anyway, this is set in season 12. It's Christmas Eve and Elliot and Olivia are forced to be on a stakeout together. However, the stakeout allows them to finally talk about that 'thing' that's been brewing between them, which leads to the boundary becoming nonexistent and them doing something that will change them, forever.

Smutty towards the end.

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Cold Nights & Stakeouts [ONESHOT]

"Elliot, Olivia - my office, now!"

The two detectives looked up from their paperwork, both of them with matching grim expressions on their faces. It was Christmas Eve, it was bad enough that they were working and bad enough that they'd been fighting all day due to his irritable mood and the case they were working - for which they'd run out of leads - and now they were being called into the office. They figured it was about their latest fight they'd had about half an hour earlier which resulted in them simply sitting at their desks, doing paperwork for other cases and not talking to each other; so, they stood up and slowly trudged into the office. Cragen nodded for Elliot to close the door which he did before sitting on the chair in front of the desk, while his partner remained standing against the wall.

"I'm sorry that you two are stuck here on Christmas Eve; it was your turn." Cragen apologized. The two of them simply shrugged; Elliot mumbled something about it being alright while Olivia replied with "Not like I had anything to do anyway."

"Well still, I'm sorry," Cragen told them before continuing; "I'm sorry to two of you are in bad moods, and sorry I'm about to ruin them some more - but I need you two on an overnight stake out of Marcus Kelvin's place."

The detectives simply groaned; Olivia uttered a curse word while Elliot replied with; "What the hell, Cap? I mean he's a jackass, but do you really think he's part of a sex trafficking ring?"

"That's what I want you two to find out," Cragen leaned back in his chair; "We have eyewitnesses that put him at the casino every night during the week, and our two vics that told us that's where they came into contact with him and their johns; so you two...sit on his place, see if he leaves and if he leaves, follow him."

Olivia arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him; "And if he doesn't leave all night?"

"Then it'll just be a good opportunity for you two to get along," Cragen frowned at them both; "You two have done nothing but fight for the last week, especially today, and I'm fucking sick of it; so, get your heads out of your asses and stop being so stubborn. On that stake out tonight, sort it the fuck out."

Olivia and Elliot exchanged a glance, before sighing and nodding in sync; "Yes sir."

"Thank you," he waved them off; "Dismissed."

The two turned and headed out of the office, both of them rolling their eyes. Olivia sat down at her desk and began massaging her temples, while Elliot grabbed his coat and walked out of the squad room. She looked up as he was leaving, and she rolled her eyes.

Well...tonight was certainly going to be a fucking treat, wasn't it?


Darkness had fallen over the city - and the temperatures had fallen well below the freezing point. It was past ten o'clock and the streets weren't even that busy because due to it being Christmas Eve, everyone had pretty much settled in and if they hadn't, they were all in the upper part of Manhattan at the shops, fighting to get the last of the gifts they probably should have gotten ages ago.

Olivia and Elliot were sitting in their sedan; parked in front of a vacant lot, across the street - diagonally - from the residence of Marcus Kelvin, a suspect on the latest case they were working, the one of which that had the dynamic duo at each other's throats.

The case was stressing them out, and they always fought when they were stressed. But Elliot's moods lately had been bordering on irritable and pissed off. His actions and behaviors were pissing Olivia off constantly, and she was probably about one more fight away from giving him a black eye. Usually she wouldn't flinch at his temper, but he had been taking things out on her lately and she was sick of it. She didn't know what was going on with him, and each time she geared up to ask him what was up, they ended up fighting before she had the chance to ask thus resulting in her being too pissed off to even think about asking him what was wrong.

She was annoyed that they were trapped together in this car tonight, and Elliot was annoyed too.

He knew deep down that he had been a little unbearable lately. With the divorce looming over him and the fact that his now ex-wife Kathy had taken Eli and the twins - and had flown Kathleen and Maureen - to Chicago to spend Christmas with her folks, even though she had known it was his time to take little Eli and the seventeen-year-old twins for the Christmas holiday, he was pissed off constantly. He had been unbearable at work and with Olivia being around him constantly, she usually got the brunt end of his anger. They had been fighting constantly lately - about this case and about all the other fucking stupid things - and he knew he was probably a fight away from receiving a black eye from his partner. He hated himself for being so mean to her, and he was desperately trying to contain things before he pushed her away.

It would probably help if he would just open his mouth and talk to her now. But no...they were just sitting in the car, watching the residence across the street and not talking to each other.

Elliot would be lying if he said he didn't miss her talking to him about whatever.

Olivia would be lying if she said she didn't miss him talking to her about whatever.

There was so much to say, so much that had built up between them over the course of nearly thirteen years. They knew exactly what it was - they knew what had brewed between them, but they would never talk about it. The excuse had once been his marriage, but with that gone, the excuse was now their friendship and partnership - something they didn't want to ruin. They talked like friends and they fought; this kept each other at arm's length and ignored what was between them.

But ignoring the fire didn't extinguish it. It continued to grow, and it was suffocating them. They had a choice; extinguish it, or let it consume them in a beautiful way.

They ignored it.

Olivia shivered slightly, rubbing her hands up and down her NYPD coat covered arms. Her movements captured Elliot's attention and he glanced over at her. Her eyes were fixated on the apartment building across from them, but he could also tell by the change in her breathing that she knew he was staring at her.

"Are you cold?" He asked, his voice being soft and tranquil as these were the first words he'd spoken a couple hours. She paused for a second before nodding her head.

"Yeah."

He reached into the backseat and grabbed the emergency blanket from the floor, before whipping it open and tucking it around her; "There you go."

She simply stared at him for a second - surprised by the gesture - before responding; "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He replied, giving her a soft smile. She nodded before focusing her gaze back on the building across the street, furrowing her brow as she watched the window to the apartment of their suspect. Elliot bit his lip as he watched her for a second before looking out the window again. The tension was far too thick, and it left this annoying, awkward atmosphere hanging around them. He hated it, and he knew that it would start with him - he had to apologize.

"I'm sorry."

She looked over at him, raising an eyebrow; "What?"

"I um...I'm sorry," he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face; "I've been really unbearable lately, and you don't deserve any of my shit...I'm sorry for just being an ass and taking things out on you."

"El, don't apologize; we fight like this all the time, both say shit we don't mean, and this isn't the first time you've taken your shit out on me and I haven't exactly been the nicest person either lately," she glanced at him; "It's fine."

"It's not fine, Liv; you don't deserve it."

"Elliot, don't worry," she gave him a small smile, nudging him; "But you can make it up to me by buying me breakfast in the morning; if nothing pops tonight of course."

"Deal...deal," he chuckled a bit; "Forgive me?" He held his fist out to her. She chuckled a bit and knocked her own fist against his.

"Only if you forgive me for being a bitch too?"

"You weren't a bitch, Liv; you were just fed up with me and my shit, which I understand," he gave her a handsome smile as he gazed at her sparkling brown eyes; "Listen, I'll do one better - buy you food all week; whatever meals we get to eat between this fucking ridiculous schedule."

"It's a deal..." she laughed before pausing to yawn, "Damn I'm tired." She chuckled a bit before continuing; "Seriously though - talk to me; what's going on?"

Elliot sighed, running his hand down his face; "Well you already know about Kathy leaving me again - obviously; but um...we didn't exactly work it out this time."

Olivia tilted her head to the side, and Elliot continued;

"We've been divorced about six weeks, and I'm already paying child support and spousal support and all that, and we have a custody agreement for the twins and Eli - more so for Eli because he's only three whereas the twins are almost eighteen so they can make choices - but anyway, custody agreement for that but she keeps going back on it, making demands about when I can see my kids and all that. I don't want to get the courts involved again, and it's been alright when Dick gets the car and just brings Eli over when he and Lizzie come to see me, but it's just frustrating sometimes. Like example - the only reason I wasn't exactly raising hell about working tonight was because she's taken Eli and the twins to Chicago, and paid for Maureen and Kathleen to fly out too, knowing damn well that even though they were all set to spend time with me over the holidays too, that they couldn't say no as she had already paid for plane tickets and couldn't get that money back. She's just pissing me off, Liv."

Olivia's eyes went wide. Elliot hadn't told her any of this before now so the fact that it was all coming out was shocking. They had been so wrapped up in work and their own things, that they barely talked anymore, and he just hadn't told her about this. Now, things made sense; he had started to become a little annoying about six weeks ago, and it had just gotten worse over the weeks.

Kathy - always the root of the problem.

Olivia placed a comforting hand on his arm, giving him a sympathetic look; "Oh El...I'm so sorry; whys she being like this? I mean, I get it you guys weren't happy and all that but to do that when you're trying to maintain a relationship with your kids - especially your toddler?"

"She's being spiteful because she thinks I ran straight to you; thinks we've had some magical affair going on for years."

Olivia's eyes went wide for a second, before she then rolled them and shook her head. She and Elliot had been the subject of rumors for years - from colleagues in the unit, from other cops, from Kathy herself - but really, Olivia thought Kathy had moved past that. The fact that this was coming up yet again, and because of such that she was keeping the kids away - it was pissing Olivia off.

"Jesus Christ, she's a...piece of work," she sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose; "Do you want me to talk to her?"

"Be my guest, maybe she'll listen to you or something," he chuckled and shook his head; "I'm sick of her shit, honestly."

"I'm just amused by the fact that she's once again on this affair thing," Olivia scoffed as she focused her gaze on their suspects building again, "She's been on it for years; she's so...I know she doesn't really care for me me but fuck it's annoying to constantly be accused of this."

"It's annoying that she's always accusing us; I've told her time and time again that I nor you would ever do that, but you know she never believed shit I said, so whatever," Elliot breathed out, shaking his head; "Anyway, it'll work out...I'm just so sorry though for being an asshole, and sorry she's tangling you in this mess again."

"You're always an asshole so nothing new," she joked; "But no, seriously don't worry; whatever she says doesn't faze me." She shrugged before looking at the apartment building again, furrowing her brow; "Can this prick make a move before I fucking freeze to death? This damn coat nor blanket are keeping me as warm as my bed would."

"It's well below freezing out here; I'm just thankful it's not snowing," he spoke as he draped an arm across the back of her seat. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just cold," she chuckled a bit as she glanced at him; "So...think we can tell Cragen we successfully sorted our shit?"

"I think we can tell him that; he'll be happy." Elliot replied with a chuckle. The silence fell over them for a moment as they seemed to contemplate what to say next. She was still looking at the apartment building, but he was glancing at her now then. She wore a minimal amount of makeup, and her brown locks flowed downwards and spilled over her shoulders. Her brown eyes shimmered in the street lights. She looked so beautiful, and so strong and fearless.

His partner was a goddess - he had known it for a long time, and now he was free to look. Olivia was all tight pants and fitted blouses and long hair and sparkly eyes and wide smiles. She was sunshine when happy, a storm when pissed off, a faster trigger finger when those she cared about – her partner or colleagues – were in danger. She was a voice of reason, she was lavender and vanilla, she was minty toothpaste and spearmint gum.

She was also perky breasts and curves and long legs that were hugged by fitted blouses and tight pants.

She may have carried herself as one of the boys – the shop talk, the beer chugging, the running the streets as a member of New York's finest – but she was all woman, and that definitely didn't get past Elliot.

But she was also a confidante, a friend, a piece of Elliot – something he needed to survive. She was emotional dependence and mutual reliance.

She was like oxygen he needed to breathe – and he could finally admit that.

'Does she ever think about us?'

"What?"

He blinked and looked at her; she was looking at him with her eyebrow arched. He opened his mouth to ask her what she meant, but she spoke up first; "Does who think about what?"

His eyes went wide; his thought had been external – shit.

He couldn't play it off. Her eyes were staring into his soul; she could read him like a book, so he couldn't at all play this off.

With a deep breath and a shit load of dignity that he hoped wouldn't be lost after he spilled his heart out, he spoke up; "You…do you ever think about…about us?"

He could tell that she was taken aback, he could tell that she knew what he meant. She took a breath, and Elliot knew that she was about to try and play it off;

"Course I do; I think about our incredible friendship and how lucky I am to have you – even when you piss me off."

"Olivia." he groaned slightly. He glanced at their radio and was lucky that it was switched off; nobody needed to hear the long overdue conversation that they were about to have. This conversation was twelve years in the making, and since they were stuck here together, they were about to have it.

"You know what I'm talking about, so don't do that," he sighed slightly when she lowered her gaze to her lap and shook her head, "We're stuck here, my thought became external, so we might as well talk about it."

"Why complicate things when they're fine, Elliot?"

"Who said that talking about it would complicate anything?"

"Won't it, though?" she fired back, her brow furrowing as she looked at him; "Elliot, come on…you and I both know what happened the last time when we became aware of whatever this was."

"Yeah, you ran…to Computer Crimes then to Oregon."

Her brow furrowed, he glared back at her. They were stepping into dangerous waters, but there was no going back now. They were probably going to fight again, but everything was being laid out in the open whether they wanted it to be or not.

"You raised hell because you ran to save me instead of that boy, then you expected me to take a shot that would have put your life at risk, then you fucking come around and tell me that we can't be partners if we're gonna choose each other over the job? What if the fuck did you expect me to do? Stay there and let you treat me like shit some more?"

"So, you left and didn't say anything?"

"Why would I have bothered? You didn't seem to give a fuck when you were making me feel like shit after that case."

"Look," Elliot held up his hand in an attempt to deescalate this before it went any further; "I'm sorry; for all of that – you know I am, I've said it a million times. That time…that was a fucking complicated time…" he sighed slightly, running his hand over his face;

"My marriage had failed, and it was like I was losing everyone; my wife and family, and then my best friend. I never meant to drive you away; I just wanted to keep the boundaries in place because you and the job really were all I had left, and if we had crossed the line, I would have lost you – Cragen would've split us up or I would have screwed up and lost you completely; I couldn't do that."

He then turned to look at her; "I never meant to drive you away…but, did you know then? Did you know what I meant?"

"Yeah, I knew exactly what you were trying to tell me and that's partly why I ran; partly because you really had hurt my feelings, and then it was getting complicated and it wasn't meant to be like that – not with you," She shook her head, pushing the blanket away from her arms before resting one of her elbows on the side of the door, "Christ El, you're not supposed to be complicated; you're supposed to be the safest, most stable part of my life."

"Well back at you, because it was never meant to be complicated with you," he let out a chuckle, turning his attention back to the apartment they were watching; "But fuck, Liv…it was always complicated wasn't it? After you came back from Computer Crimes, after you came back from Oregon; it was always complicated."

Her expression softened, and she let out a breath as she too focused her gaze on the apartment; "And we tiptoed around each other. That night after the Sennet case when we finally talked, we made up but we…we didn't acknowledge it; we just went back to how it was before."

"And then I made the mistake…" he sighed, and he could instantly feel her gaze on him; "Not saying my son is a mistake because I love him with everything in me, but…I should have never done that."

Olivia chewed her lip for a bit, before replying; "She tried to push me into your arms, you know? I think she knew all along?"

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow, and she elaborated; "Kathy."

His brow furrowed; "What are you talking about?"

"I never told you this because there was never a point, not after you signed the papers on your own," Olivia shrugged; "But…during the Sennet case, it was after we'd had yet another fight-"

"We fought that whole case." He let out a chuckle. She nodded, chuckling a bit as well.

"Yeah, we did…" she sighed before continuing, "Anyway, she called me, and I thought she wanted you, but she asked me to meet her in the park. I did, and she wanted me to convince you to sign the divorce papers. She told me that you couldn't move on unless you were on solid ground, and that I gave you stability."

She fiddled with the sleeve of her coat; "I really had forgotten about it, and then you said you signed the papers and that's when I remembered, but there was no need to bring it up."

"Why didn't you-"

"We were fighting the whole time, I was hardly gonna make a move when I was still trying to figure out whether or not you hated me."

"Olivia, my God woman," Elliot ran his hand down his face before suddenly grabbing hold of her wrist in the gentlest manner, "Don't you know that I could never ever hate you?"

She swallowed hard, staring intently at him; "Why did you hesitate to tell me that Kathy was pregnant? Why did you stall on going home?"

His blues poured into the brown orbs, his voice was no higher than a whisper; "Honest answer?"

"Please." She whispered back. He paused for a second, before responding;

"That night I went to her, I wanted you – I thought about you the whole time; hell…Olivia I almost said your name…but we were complicated, and I thought you didn't want me anymore. But then, she kept wanting to know if I was coming home and I stalled; I didn't know how to tell her I didn't want to come home, that I wanted to just move on. When I figured it out, it was too late – she was pregnant, and she needed me to come home, and I didn't have a choice."

He shook his head, sighing;

"I stalled on going home because she wasn't my home anymore; you were my home, and I hesitated on telling you that she was pregnant because…because…fuck…it felt like I had cheated on you."

He turned his head to look at her, his thumb gently stroking her wrist just under the clasp of her watch;

"I didn't know how to tell you that I wanted you, I was scared…and then that happened and I went home, but you have to know that no matter what, it was always you; it was always you, Liv; and that's why I'm fucking glad this divorce is done – no going back this time."

Olivia was frozen. She had expected this answer, but to actually hear the words was something else. Elliot Stabler – her longtime partner – had really just admitted that he'd wanted her. She had always known there was something between them – something that went beyond the partnership and friendship, something so deep that it was almost blinding and probably a little reckless; but something they refused to acknowledge. They had both been scared, but damn it all now; it was on the line, and there was no need to be scared anymore.

She searched his eyes; this was all him – the raw, honest, truth.

"How long?"

"Honest answer again?"

She nodded, staring into his eyes. He stared back into hers as another raw, honest truth escaped his lips; "Since May of ninety-nine – one year after we became partners."

"That was eleven years ago."

"I know that."

She bit her lip, flicking her gaze between his hand on her wrist and his eyes; "What if I said that I've felt the same way for just as long?"

He eyed her; she was telling the raw, honest truth now as well, and it made his heart soar. She turned in her seat, curling a leg under her while leaning her elbow on the center console. They were forgetting about their stakeout, forgetting about the fact that they were meant to be watching for their suspect. All that mattered was this moment and the conversation that they were having.

"What if I said that it drove me crazy to be away from you – even if I did think I was doing the right thing? What if I told you that when you told me Kathy was pregnant, my heart shattered, and I thought I had lost my chance with you? What if I told you that I never stopped wanting you, and that I'm fucking glad this divorce is final because it was driving me insane to see you tied down to someone else?"

She lifted her hand to his cheek, staring intently into his eyes as she spoke;

"What if I told you that I was – and still am – in love with you?"

His eyes darkened.

He lifted a hand to her cheek, cupping her jaw;

"What if I told you that I was – and still am – in love with you too?"

Bullseye.

Without even another word, the two leaned in – their lips met in the middle, and it was a like a million fireworks went off; twelve-years' worth of fireworks were exploding around them, sending their hearts racing. His hand wound into her hair and her hand slipped further around him, her nails digging into the back of his neck as their tongues twisted together, soft breathy moans escaping their lips as they kissed. Elliot's other hand found itself on her coat, curling around the fabric of the material as he desperately tried to get her closer. They knew they needed to stop this. They needed to finish work and talk a little more over breakfast in the morning.

She pulled away after a few moments and stared at him as he stared back, both of them breathing heavily.

"We should be watching…"

"Yeah…"

They continued to watch each other for a moment.

Suddenly, their lips had met again and this time, there was no stopping them. He pulled her until she was across the center console and was now straddling his hips. He pushed the seat back some to give them more room, before his hands returned to her hips. This was certainly not how he'd imagined their first time, but hell, there was no stopping them at all right now.

"Baby are you sure?" he pulled away for a few moments, enough to ask her. She gazed into his eyes, nodding her head.

"I'm sure," she pecked his lips; "I know this isn't ideal, but…dammit Elliot…I want you."

He kissed her again as they both began shrugging out of the coats, tossing them into the passenger seat. His lips landed on her neck as he undid her jeans while she pulled his sweatshirt off his shoulders, tossing it aside before pulling the t-shirt off of him as well. He helped her out of her own thermal shirt and camisole before gasping at the sight of her in only just a black lace bra, which was barely containing her perky breasts. He kissed over her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She slid her hands down and undid his jeans, before tugging them slightly along with his boxers, freeing his hardness from the confines of cotton and denim. He slipped his own hand into her jeans and pushed the lace fabric aside, before plunging two fingers into her tight, wet heat. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as the thick digits stretched her, giving her the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

"Oh fuck." She mumbled, biting her lip as she looked down at him. He flicked his wrist, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb swiped over her clit.

"You're so tight, baby," he smirked, kissing her collarbone as he continued to move his fingers, "And wet…fuck…all for me?"

"All for you," she rocked against his hand, gasping when he curled and moved faster; "Oh fuck…Elliot."

"That's it, just let it go," he licked up her neck before moving his lips to her ear; "Cum for me, Liv."

"Oh fuck!" she screamed as she came undone; the orgasm tore through her, sending shockwaves all throughout her body and causing her body to shake with release. He smirked as he pumped his fingers a few more times, before finally removing them from her body as she gripped onto his shoulders for leverage. He smirked and pushed her jeans and panties further down before pulling her closer.

There was no going back after this, and they didn't even care.

They didn't want to go back.

She lowered herself onto him, gasping when she felt him filling her to the hilt and stretching her tightness. Elliot groaned at how tight she was and how she fit around him so perfectly, like she was made just for him.

Perfect. No matter the circumstances, this was perfect.

She began rocking against him, groaning and throwing her head back in ecstasy. Neither of them gave a damn about work at the moment, all that mattered as this moment right now; the feeling of her moving up and down his length, and the feeling of his strong hands on his hips which held her in place as he thrust upwards into her, while his lips teased her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. The windows were fogged due to their heavy breathing, but again, they didn't care.

They just wanted each other.

Elliot hit a particularly sensitive spot inside and she let out a shriek of pleasure as her nails dug into him. He smirked and thrust harder, causing her to scream again as she held him. She moved her hips faster against him, her eyes rolling as she lost herself in pleasure. Twelve years of pent up sexual frustration between them had led to this moment; it wasn't exactly ideal, but it was the start of something – they both knew it.

He could feel her tightening around him and he groaned; they were both growing closer with each passing moment, with each movement of their hips. She had her face buried into his neck as she continued rocking faster against him, while he held her tightly as he thrust up and down inside of her.

"Oh god Elliot…yes!" she let out a scream, digging her nails into his shoulders. He smirked and thrust faster and harder through her tightness, grunting slightly before whispering to her;

"Let go, baby."

She threw her head back and screamed out 'Elliot'; her body was shaking intensely with release, her muscles contracting around his hard length repeatedly. He groaned as the intensity of her orgasm set off his own which led to him firing off inside of her as he gripped her hips. She let out another scream before resting against her, her body still shaking as she gripped onto him. He wrapped his arms around her some more, rubbing her back gently as they both tried to come down from their high.

Then…nothing was to be heard but heavy breathing.

She lifted her head, then pressed a sweet but tender kiss onto his lips. He dragged his hands up her back and wound them in her hair, kissing her back before pulling away, resting his head against hers.

"We need to talk."

"We do, but we can later," she kissed him again; "Just know that I'm not running away from this; I'm never running away from you again."

"Good, because I won't let you run anyway," he pressed yet another kiss to her lips, tucking some of her hair behind her ear; "Get dressed baby, before you get cold."

"Shit, I forgot where we were." She chuckled a bit. She lifted herself off of him, hissing at the loss of contact. She shuffled back over into the passenger seat and readjusted her jeans while he did the same, then the two put their shirts and coats back on. They stole glances at each other and chuckled every now and then; their lips were swollen, and their faces were flushed, giving indication as to what had just happened.

Thank God nobody was around to see it.

"Thank God we didn't miss him," Elliot spoke up, capturing her attention again; "Just saw the bastard go by the window; he's still in there."

"So, this stakeout really could be for nothing?" she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, could be," he looked over at her, "Don't worry, it'll be over soon, and we can head to bed."

"Together?" she smirked. He chuckled, nodding his head as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her face as he whispered; "Together, baby."

She smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, before gasping slightly as she caught sight of the time on the watch on his wrist. She then looked back at him again, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes.

This was the beginning of something great.

She pressed yet another kiss to his lips before whispering; "Merry Christmas, El; I love you."

He chuckled a bit at the words, his heart soaring with happiness. He ran his fingers through the brunette locks before kissing her again, feeling like a million fireworks were once again going off inside of his heart.

"Merry Christmas, baby; I love you too."


Anddd that was another one-shot. I hope you guys are enjoying these, and please leave some feedback! I'll try and get another one up soon, I promise you! Until next time...I love you xoxo