So I wasn't actually going to post this today, but I feel like I need a review pick me up (because we all know that I'm a review whore lol) and I'm very excited about this chapter. One of my lovely reviewers (and I'm blanking on your name, but you know who you are) politely reminded me that there was no Christmas. And then I told you that it hadn't happened yet (without realizing my blond moment because the story starts around Christmas, mental head slap), but what I really meant was that this (their first actual) Christmas hadn't happened. And then the chapter was born. So thanks Babe! You made this chapter happen!

Not mine. If it was, then I'd be rolling around in money...which I'm not.

Warning: Smut. It was all Ranger!

"Tell me again why we need a real tree?" I asked Stephanie for the thousandth time. It's not that I didn't want to get her everything that she ever desired, but the real tree in the apartment for Christmas seemed like a little too much. We had a perfectly good plastic tree that Stephanie wouldn't put up.

"Because you can't celebrate without a tree." Her head peeked around the tree standing between us. She looked cute in her snowflake hat and a pink tinge to her nose and cheeks.

"But there are nice fake ones."

"I like the scent!"

"I'll get you Pine Sol."

She glared at me this time. "It's not the same and you know it." She thought about it. "When was the last time you had a real tree, anyway."

I thought about it. "I was ten."

"Ten? Oh thank God you have me and this real one instead of one made with pipe cleaners."

"They're not pipe cleaners. It's plastic."

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the top of the tree. "Stop being a scrooge."

"How's he being a scrooge now?" Lester asked, holding the door open to the apartment. He and Tank had brought some of Stephanie's decorations from the storage unit and were taking a break. When Stephanie first brought up the subject of decorating our apartment, I shot it down. She wanted to add more to the small tree that I had put up, but I wasn't about to tell her that's all the decorations I had. And when she sensed I wasn't going to budge, she enlisted Lester and Tank to help wear me down.

Eventually, they did.

"Promise me something." I said, nuzzling her neck.

"What."

"That when you're done, it doesn't look like Santa threw up in here."

She grinned at me. "Is that a challenge?"

"He didn't want to get a real tree."

"Come on Ranger, even I have a real tree." Tank said, joining Lester at the door.

Lester nodded. "Me too."

"You two, stay out of this. You," I said pointing to Stephanie. "Stop giving them ammo."

She just grinned at me. "I'll try, but I make no promises."

"Jeez. You think with him getting laid regularly that the crankiness would go away."

Stephanie giggled and I was ready to kill my cousin. "I just think that the apartment would look nice with a real tree. Make it homey."

"You don't need a tree for that, Babe. You make it homey."

"While that's sweet and earns you hot sex tonight, you're still putting the tree up."

Hey, it was worth a shot. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Tank and Lester. "Is the stand ready?"

"Sure. We put it in the corner."

"Good. Help me."

Between the three of us, we got it into the stand and standing straight. Stephanie smiled and she gave a little giggle.

And it was because of that smile, I didn't argue about the tree anymore. If I could put that smile on her face every day for the rest of my life, I'd die a happy man. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her in.

She hugged me. "Thank you." She whispered.

"Anything."

Tank and Lester snickered.

"You're just jealous."

"Damn straight I am." Lester said. "Beautiful, if you ever get tired of him, let me know. I'll take good care of you."

"Out!" I said.

They huffed, but left. Stephanie giggled again.

"When did you become such a giggler?"

"It's your fault."

"Mine?" I started to tickle her. "I'll give you something to giggle about."

"Stop!" She said, screeching. She squirmed away from me and ran to the bedroom.

I gave her five second head start and ran after her.

"You know," she said, cuddling into my chest. "This'll be our first Christmas together."

"What about last year?"

"Didn't count. You were unconscious. I want a do-over."

"A do-over?"

"Yeah, you owe me."

"I owe you nothing." Actually, I owed her everything. She was the only thing in this world that kept me going.

"Liar."

I grinned and pulled her closer. "So what does this do-over entail?"

"Well, we need to decorate the tree and apartment, and maybe do something nice for the guys downstairs and have Christmas dinner with our parents and presents and…"

"There's a lot to this list."

She went on like I hadn't said anything. "…and lots of Christmas sex."

"Ooh, I like that one."

"I figured as much." She smiled at me.

"What if our parents want us to go to mass?"

"You really want to go to church instead of have sex with me?"

"Hell no, I'm asking a question."

"We politely decline. Or lie. I like that idea."

"How?"

"We tell them we're going with the other set of parents. It's good that they haven't met yet."

"You're evil."

"That's why you love me."

"So true."

"So you'll do it?"

"I'll do anything for you, Babe."

"Dirty man."

"You know it." I started to kiss her and slowly rolled her to her back.

"Hey!" She said.

"What? Are you too sore?" I asked, concerned.

"No, you told me last time, I'd get to be on top next."

"Babe."

"You promised." Her eyes narrowed a little.

To be honest, I had no idea what she was talking about. She could've told me I was going to Sally's next concert in a dress and I'd probably believe her.

"Fine," I said, rolling onto my back and bringing her with me. "Besides, I like this a whole lot better.

She slipped me inside her and started to move slowly. I grabbed onto her hips and tried to move her faster.

"Oh no you don't, mister. I'm in charge."

"You're bossy tonight."

"No, I'm horny tonight."

Instead of her hips, I moved my hands to her breasts. Stephanie moaned.

She started out slowly, but eventually gave into her animal instincts and sped up as her head fell back and she gripped my thighs. I set my sights lower, and fingered her clit, that was peeking out between her lips. She moaned again, this time louder.

I grinned. It was a good feeling when she moaned louder for me than when she ate.

I gave it a few more flicks and she slammed her hips down onto me and moaned loudly again as the orgasm flew threw her. And I wasn't far behind. A few more thrusts of my own and I was joining her in bliss.

"Hmmm," she said, nuzzling my skin. She was still on top of me and I grabbed the blanket and covered us both. "Ranger?"

"What?"

"What did you want for Christmas last year?"

I paused. "Why?"

"I don't know what to get you."

"I already have the best Christmas present."

She yawned. "What's that?"

"You."

"That's nice. But I wa… want to get you something good."

"Don't worry about it, Babe. You don't need to get me anything."

When I looked down, she was asleep. I smiled softly and followed her lead.

Stephanie's POV

The morning sun was beginning to peak into the room when I blinked my eyes open. What the hell? Why was I even up? I took stock of my body, reveling in the soreness that often accompanies a night of love making with my future hubby. It was then that I noticed my bladder was screaming to be relieved.

I quietly climbed off of Ranger and gave a silent giggle when he didn't even move. The guy thought he was always aware, but he clearly wasn't now. Probably in a sex coma. I giggled again and headed to the bathroom.

Thinking about last night reminded me that I needed to get Ranger a really great present. What do you get the man that has everything?

I thought about it and the conversation and a light bulb came on. I finished in the bathroom, grabbed my phone and Ranger's shirt from yesterday and crept to the living room where I put the shirt on and dialed the only number I knew that could help me.

"Diesel? I need your help with something."