First of all, I´d like to apologize to everyone reading and commenting on this fic for almost a year long waiting. :o I know it was rude and unfair of me, but we had already stepped into February with this fic last year, and I guessed I lost that Christmas feeling/spirit by that time and I felt like readers lost it too, so I thought it would be unfair to this fic to just scrabble something in rush and end it that way. I wanted to FEEL it again, so I decided to wait till Xmas time next year to continue with it. I would have updated it last week, on Christmas, but I forgot my password and couldn´t log in neither here nor on my e-mail address where I have the password, ´cause of some server problems, so that´s why I wasn´t able to post it earlier. Hope you´ll enjoy it anyways.

Oh and, just one more note... The fic is reaching its end, and, even though a year has passed, there´s still that surprise waiting at the end, so...please read and review.

And, a Very (belated) Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year, filled with lots and lots of epic Jate scenes!

Warning: with this chapter, the rating of the fic goes to M, so...

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Previously on The Magic of Christmas:

~ Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips kissing, sucking and probing every part of his she could find. It felt so, so good to be able to feel him against her again. To be able to touch his face, kiss his lips, lose herself in his scent. She could feel he was still stiff, uncertain of her actions, and she slowed down her moves, now kissing him still passionately, but with a certain gentleness that told him that she knew what she was doing and that she wanted it, so he finally gave in, returning her kisses with the same passion and love as she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the living room… ~

CHAPTER 6:

They continued to kiss as he carried her into the living room, finally reaching his destination and carefully setting her down. His hands found her shoulders, steadying her; but she caught him off guard, leaning in and capturing his lips with hers again. His eyebrows arched as he gently pushed on her shoulders, peeling her away from him.

˝Kate…˝, he started, but she interrupted him, putting her finger on his lips.

˝Don´t. We can talk later, now…now I just need to feel you close to me again. Please. ˝she whispered, her deep emerald eyes digging into his.

He looked at them, trying to find even the smallest trace of her not knowing what she wanted, but he couldn't; so he nodded slowly, watching her lean in and then closing his eyes as he felt her mouth on his again. He welcomed them eagerly, swallowing her in a kiss; his hands finding her head, cradling it safely as his mouth attacked hers fervently, all restrains forgotten.

They sank down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, the need to feel each other….to love each other… too strong to ignore; and they both knew they wouldn't make it to the bedroom. She attacked his buttons, tearing them apart, forcing the shirt away; her hands roaming up and down his back, her fingers grazing his skin, wanting to touch more, needing to feel more; the passion and hunger for each other during the past couple of months bursting out of every move they made. His hands travelled down her body, remembering every part, every inch, every curve; as their tongues dueled silently, dancing in the harmony with the flames that flickered inside the fireplace.

When the need to breathe became too strong to ignore, he pulled out from the kiss, his mouth going down her neck until they reached her collarbone; and then he plunged into it, kissing, sucking and licking the soft skin, making her throw her head backwards as she moaned in pleasure, every vibrant of her body feeling like on fire.

She felt him tug on her shirt and she lifted her arms up, allowing him to take it off; his eyes never leaving hers in the process; then finally throwing it away and stepping back, to admire her.

˝God, you´re beautiful. So beautiful. ˝he whispered softly, cupping her face in his hands as he spoke and then finally lying her down; him following right behind.

They kissed for a while, slowly and gently, taking their time; but soon the desire became too big to ignore anymore, and their kisses quickened, growing more and more impatient. She put her hands on his chest and flipped them over, kissing him passionately; needing to take control and him allowing her too, sensing she needed that, needed to be in charge so she could feel alive again. Her fingers roamed across his chest as her tongue continued to make wonders inside his mouth, his mind foggy and aware of nothing else besides the taste of her kisses, the caressing of her fingers and the feeling of her body draped all over his. They were both panting now; their bodies glistening in the lights coming from the Christmas tree. She leaned forward, her hands intertwining around his neck, gently brushing the flushed skin there as her lips nested below his earlobe. .He heard a sound, a whisper and, as he brought himself to focus, he finally recognized the words coming from her mouth, over and over again, on a loop, a mix of whisper and plea: In me, in me, in me… He nodded, swallowing her mouth in a frenzy kiss as he lifted her up and positioned himself, her sliding down on him almost immediately. And as his eyes rolled back at the sensation of being inside of her again, he felt her close her mouth around the skin of his shoulder, both of them still for a moment, carving the sensation in their memory.

And then she started to move on top of him, frenzy and passionate intertwining with slow and gentle; their bodies glistening in the light coming from the fireplace, dancing in the rhythm that felt so far away and yet so familiar that they both wondered how in the world they could have even thought they could forget it.

He could feel her walls starting to clench around him, and he closed his eyes, needing so hard to come too, but determined to make it last longer. His hands went on her hips, holding her still as she rode her way through her orgasm, placing small kisses all across her shoulder, holding her close and whispering soft love words in her ear until she finally calmed down and it was safe for him to start moving inside of her again.

Their tongues continued to move in unison, exploring the familiar contours as their moves slowly became more and more fervent, his working his way in and out of her at madly pace now, her meeting his thrusts halfway, both of them shivering, working hard to reach that place of pure bliss together. And then it happened. The time seemed to halt as he felt her tighten around him again, and she bit down hard on his shoulder, making what he was sure would be one hell of a hickey the next day, but he couldn't care less, because the next second he was coming too; his eyes slamming shut, his mind exploding in what seemed a thousand of stars dissolving into one bright, blindening burst of white. He felt her head fall onto his chest, her hand resting above his heart, her breathing hard and fast, tickling his skin; and in that moment, he realized that nothing, nothing in the world, none drug, none booze, could make him feel the way he was feeling now and it was in that moment that he made a promise to himself to do everything in his power never to lose her again.

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