All I Want For Christmas
AN: The second in-between installment in Wayward Winter
~~Warning for Lemons~~
~Wayward Winter~
Jameson's Perspective:
"So, have you decided on what you're getting for Scott yet?" Lydia asked as we walked through the mall.
"Nope." I said popping my p.
"Jameson." She sighed in frustration, "You only have five shopping days left. When I dated Jackson, I knew what I was getting him months in advancement."
"Let me guess, naughty Santa lingerie?"
"Nooo…" She dragged out. I rolled my eyes; I was not buying the fish she was trying to peddle.
"Look, I'll find something. Okay, it's just weird for me to buy gifts for people outside of my brothers. I'm lucky I found the things I did for everyone else."
"Well Stiles wasn't exactly very hard; he's been dropping hints for weeks." Lydia commented. And it was true Stiles had been going on and on about this new video game. To the point any conversation not about the supernatural or Malia was about the video game. So, I told the Sheriff I would get him the game and that way he could put money towards Stiles' Jeep like he wanted to.
"You weren't exactly subtle either, Miss Priss. You sent me the link to the thing you wanted."
"I figured you could use a hand in shopping for actual girl clothes."
"Oh, you so funny." I said sarcastically. "I question this friendship sometimes."
Lydia snorted.
"We're starting to sound like Scott and Stiles."
We then share a look.
"You can be Stiles." We said simultaneously, before bursting out laughing.
"Maybe we should stick to being Lydia and James." I said.
"Probably for best, I would hate to be stuck with either's fashion sense."
"Oooh…soft pretzels." I exclaimed before making a beeline to the food court.
"James!" Lydia called after me in exasperation. I ignored her, not even our friendship would keep me away from food.
~Wayward Winter~
Scott's Perspective:
"I may regret asking this, but have you figured out what you're getting my sister for Christmas, yet?" Stiles asked as we walked around the mall.
"Not really." I answered honestly. In fact, she was becoming the hardest person for me to shop for.
"Come on, dude, you only have five shopping days left to find something."
"I know, what did you get her?"
"What every Winchester needs more plaid." He said holding up a bag, "Beside it's a lot less revealing than the stuff Lydia bought her."
"I don't know I kind of like the stuff Lydia got her." I told him. Which was true, especially those leggings she was wearing the other day. A bag of stuff hit the back of my head, disrupting my image of James' legs. "Ow! Okay, I'm sorry."
"I thought we agreed that you would never talk about my sister like that."
"I said I was sorry."
"Yeah, but I can tell you're still thinking about it."
I chuckled.
"But seriously dude what are you going to get her?"
"I don't know. She's not like other girls."
"Okay, how about a doomsday kit?" Stiles suggested. "That just so happens to be a necessity in her line of-Oh look it's the girls."
I turned to where he was pointing and saw Lydia pulling Jameson away from a store front. From looking at Jameson's wardrobe it was definitely not one of the days Lydia dressed her. She was wearing her favorite pair of holey jeans, a red Henley she stole from my dresser, and a leather jacket hung off her arm. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a bun on the top of her head. As much as I liked seeing her in Lydia's clothes, I have to say I liked seeing her in mine more.
"Come on let's go say hi," Stiles said as he started to pull me over.
"No wait!" I said when I noticed the store that Lydia had dragged my girl—my whatever out of. It was an art store, "Let's go in there first."
Stiles nodded and we headed into the store. I went up to one of the workers.
"Excuse me, that blonde girl that was just in here…"
"You mean the one with the bossy red-headed friend?" the employee asked.
"Yeah," I replied with a grin, "can you show me what she was looking at?"
~Wayward Winter~
Jameson's Perspective:
"So, what was Christmas like at the Winchester's?" The Sheriff asked as the three of us watched The Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. I shrugged.
"Nothing big, Dean and Sam made a big deal of it when I was younger. They would but together some kind of tree, and we would decorate it. We had eggnog and I got to stay up late on Christmas Eve to watch Christmas movies. But when I got older it was more like "Merry Christmas, here's your gift, now come on we have to gank this thing before it kills anything else or before the angels do something dick-ish."
"Well that sounds fun." Stiles said sarcastically from his spot on the floor, not taking his eyes off the TV. I shrugged again and took another sip of my eggnog.
"The only holiday I really like is the Fourth of July." I told them.
"What? What about Halloween, Thanksgiving, Easter, and how can you not like Christmas?" Stiles asked.
"My whole life, just had my 1st one, Resurrections-Lived it, and who cares." I listed my responses in order of the mentioned holidays. Stiles still didn't look like he was satisfied and opened his mouth to speak.
"Maybe not push your sister this one, kid, it is Christmas Eve. I would like at least one day where you don't fight."
I grinned triumphantly at Stiles over the rim of my mug and he sticks his tongue out.
"And, Jameson, I hope this Christmas changed your mind about it."
I looked around the room, at the live Christmas Tree we had decorated together, the other decorations, the movie playing on TV, the Sheriff, Stiles. And finally, my eyes land on the picture on the end table next to me, it's a picture of the Sheriff, Stiles, and I at the tree farm. The owner snapped it off us after we had picked our tree. The Stiles was grinning goofily in the middle with me and the Sheriff on each side. I'm caught mid-laugh, dying about something that I couldn't even remember.
"It's starting too." I said.
~Wayward Winter~
"Lydia." I whispered into my phone.
"Jameson? It's one in the morning." Lydia said sleepily.
"Yeah, I know. But...I still don't have a gift for Scott."
"Jameson."
"I know, I know. What do I do? We're going over there around noon after we open presents here."
"What you should have done was bought him something 5 days ago when I told you too."
"Lydia, so not helping."
She sighed.
"Just tell him you bought him something online and will be here in a few days. That will give you some time to find him something."
"Okay, but that doesn't really fix the problem. I still don't know what to get him."
"James, the guy is crazy about you, he'll be happy with socks Just as long as it's from you. Look, you've known him for almost a year now, surely you know what he likes by now."
"Yeah, I think I do. Thanks, Lydia."
"Night, Jameson."
"Night, oh, and Lydia?"
"What?"
"Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, now let me go to bed."
"Oh, right. Night."
Click.
~Wayward Winter~
Scott's Perspective:
"Merry Christmas, bro." Stiles greeted as he came into the house.
"Hey, man." I replied coming up to give him a hug.
"Dude," Jameson's voice interrupted, "What the hell do you have in this box? It weighs a freaking ton."
"Which is why your carrying it." Stiles replied. Jameson smiled at him before shoving the items in her hands into his gut. Stiles just managed to catch them all.
"Merry Christmas." She told him with a smirk.
"Hey, hey, no fighting you two." The Sheriff raised his voice as he came in after them, "Hey, Scott. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," I said accepting the man's hug. He pulled back and looked around.
"Where's your mom?"
"In the den, she's setting up the gifts."
"I'll just go say hi, come on Stiles."
"Yep."
The two Stilinskis headed towards the back of the house. Jameson and I watched them until they disappeared out of sight. Once alone, I pulled her into me and stole a kiss. I wrapped one arm around her waist while the other hand gripped her ass to hold her even closer.
"Merry Christmas." I whispered against her lips.
"Merry Christmas." She repeated, her eyes glowing amber. I smirked at the evident signs of her arousal. I leaned in to kiss her again but stop when I hear loud steps coming towards us. I sigh and put some distance between us.
"Later," Jameson promises. I nodded.
"Hey Jameson," My mom greeted her. She wrapped her arms around her, "Merry Christmas, sweetie."
"Merry Christmas."
"What did you guys do this morning?" Mom asked as she pulled away.
"Jameson made us breakfast." The Sheriff bragged, "Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon, biscuits."
"About the only things I can make." Jameson shook off the praise. Mom shook her head.
"Scott, why don't you take everyone into living room to watch a movie, while I finish up dinner."
"Sure okay."
"I'll help you Melissa." The Sheriff said following Mom into the kitchen, "Is Rafael coming?"
I took Jameson's hand and pulled her in the living room, with Stiles following behind.
"What do you want watch?" I asked them both. Jameson just shrugged and plopped on the couch.
"Excuse Ms. Anti-Christmas, she doesn't like any holidays. Probably doesn't even do birthdays." Stiles commented.
"Nope, I didn't do anything special it was my Mom who was in labor for 10 hours." Jameson shot back. I rolled my eyes.
"So how does Home Alone sound?" I asked.
"Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!" Jameson and Stiles said simultaneously. Well at least they have one thing in common.
~Wayward Winter~
Jameson's Perspective:
We all gathered in the McCall's den to exchange gifts after dinner. Scott's dad had finally joined us and offered to hand out the gifts. Melissa got a sweater from Agent McCall, and we got her a spa day. Something she keeps saying she needs. We also just got Agent McCall a gift card to some restaurant. I suggested coal, but the Sheriff shot me down despite support from Stiles. Stiles got a gift card for his favorite gaming site, and the Sheriff got a goofy "World's Greatest Sheriff" mug. Stiles and the Sheriff got Scott a bike part he needed. Then came my turn. Melissa got me a nice flannel shirt, which was more my style than anything Lydia bought me. Surprisingly that was the last of the gifts. Nothing from Scott, maybe he had the same difficulty finding something for me as I did him. Well that's a relief.
Scott volunteered the both us to clean up the wrappers while the others went back in the living room to watch another movie. Stiles gave us a warning look as he followed the others out of the room. I shot him the bird before I began grabbing tissue paper and stuffing it in the trash bag.
"Hey, I have something for you." Scott said once we finished cleaning up.
"Oh?" I asked as I tied the trash bag shut, "Is it more of that special treatment from earlier?"
Scott rolled his eyes.
"It's upstairs." He replied, "Just leave the bag here. I'll get it later."
I shrug and took his offered hand. He led me out to the main hall, and we crept upstairs quietly to avoid the notice of the adults and Stiles. I then followed him up to his room. He shut the door behind us and went over to his closet. I took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Is it sexy Santa boxers, 'cause I thought things like that was my job?" I teased him.
"Is that something I get to look forward to?" He asked, as he dug around his closet
"Not Santa, but maybe a nurse."
The scent of the room darkened with an enticing smell that seemed to be emitting from Scott. I smirked.
"And when you're bad boy, I have a pair of handcuffs."
That earned me a low, lusty growl. I watched his body tense as he tried to regain control. Eventually his heartbeat returned to normal and he turned around with a green wrapped box in his hand.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your Christmas presents." He answered it, placing it on my lap. I gave him a look before removing the gift wrap from the box. Once it was cleared, I lifted the lid. "You're always sketching stuff, so I thoug-"
Whatever he was going to say was cut off when I pounced on him. I kissed him as I wrapped my legs around him.
"Thank-you." I told him, grateful for the gift of art supplies, "Leave your window open tonight."
He gave me a confused look but nodded anyway. Now I was surer than ever of the gift I had planned for him.
~Wayward Winter~
Scott's Perspective:
"Hey," Jameson said as she slipped through my window around midnight. She was just dressed in a pair of shorts, her normal bed shirt, and pair of old boots. Hopefully no one saw her, or she would have to explain why she was running around in practically nothing in the middle of December.
"Hey," I replied moving to sit up. She smiled in return before slipping out of her shoes. She left them by my chair before closing the window. She crossed the room and held out a small silver box with a red bow.
"Merry Christmas. Sorry, it's late I just didn't want to give it to you in front of everybody." She explained. I took the box from her as she slipped under the covers. I slipped off the ribbon from the box before taking off the lid. Inside was a little blue slip of paper.
These here coupon allow the recipient, Scott McCall, to ask the giver, Jameson Winchester, 10 questions she must answer.
P.S. Do it quickly before I change my mind.
Was she seriously doing this? I looked up to her questioningly. She nodded, looking more unsure than I have other seen her.
"Wow, thanks." I whispered. I leaned over and kissed her mouth. I could feel her smile under my lips before I pulled away.
"Soo…" she drawled as she played with her hair, "What do you want to know?"
Well that was a loaded question, it was more like what didn't I want to know. I didn't read any more of the Supernatural series after we found Dean. I found it too invasive. I wanted Jameson to be the one that told me about her life. And here was my golden opportunity. But, I should probably start off small.
"How many siblings do you have?" I asked. I knew about Sam and Dean, but I got the impression there was someone else.
"Three, well, that I know of. Dad wasn't exactly celibate, and then were plenty of blondes out there who reminded him of his saintly wife." She said bitterly. "Anyway, there's Dean who've you met."
Yeah, who could forget Dean Winchester.
"And then there's Sam," Jameson continued her voice growing really quiet, "And Adam."
"Where happened Sam and Adam?" I asked. There was a rueful twist in Jameson's lips.
"That counts as two questions."
I nodded. Jameson sighed before scooting down to lay on her back.
"Well, Sam was the chosen of vessel of Lucifer, you know the Devil." She said making demon horns with her fingers against her head, "And Dean was the vessel of the archangel Michael. I guess it was proclaimed eons ago that the Apocalypse, all those freak storms, earthquakes, and Twilight Zone stuff that happened last year, wou-."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, the Apocalypse, that doomsday event that was supposed to end it all, happened last year. Anyway, the Apocalypse was supposed to lead up to a giant battle between Michael and Lucifer in the form of my brothers. Now, Angels can't get inside a human without permission, so our original plan was for my brothers to say no as long as possible. Michael decided to cheat, and find a new host, one that was important to us. So, Sam decided he would say yes to Lucifer in order to stop the Devil from winning. Once Lucifer was inside, Sam gained control open a portal to the Cage and jumped in. No more Apocalypse, you're welcome by the way."
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! So basically, we all here right now, because her brother sacrificed himself. Shit!
"What about Adam?" I asked hoping for a better story than Sam's.
"The first time I met Adam, it was a ghoul wearing his face. The ghoul killed Adam because he was John Winchester's son." Jameson told me, "The second time I met Adam, was when the Dicks Upstairs resurrected him for Michael."
She can't mean that…
"Michael tricked Adam into saying yes, and it was Adam who went to face Sam that day in the graveyard. And to save the world Sam had to pull Adam in with him."
What else? Maybe this wasn't shaping up to great Christmas present.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, moving so I was laying right next to her.
"It's not your fault," She said squeezing my hand, "Seven more questions."
I sighed. I felt her hand in mine, and I figured since I was down the rabbit hole already.
"Did you love Toby?" I asked honestly curious about the guy who had her before me.
"I loved him the only way I could." She answered cryptically. It was an answer, but it implied that she kept her distance or something.
"Why won't you let me call you my girlfriend?"
Jameson turned on her side and I mimicked her.
"Because I want you to live." She answered.
"Question 6, what does that mean?" I followed up. Jameson sighed.
"Bad things happen to the people that us Winchester's care about. Mary Winchester was pinned to a ceiling and burst into flames, my mother and Adam's mother were both killed by monsters, Sam's girlfriend died the same way his mom did, he had to kill one of his girlfriends because she was a monster, one of Dean's girls tried to kill him, Toby was killed by werewolves. I hope by not labelling it, life won't catch up with me."
I smile and tilt her face up before swooping in for a kiss. I roll over pulling her with me, so that she is on top. I realized that was the closest I was going to get to her telling me how she felt about me. I pull back and she folds her arms on my bare chest and rests her chin on top of her hands.
"Four more questions." Jameson reminded me.
"Is it okay if I save them?" I asked her. I thought she needed a break and I wanted to make sure I didn't waste the opportunity she gave me. She looked hesitant but eventually nodded.
"Thanks." I said leaning up to kiss her again. She returned the kiss for a moment before pulling back.
"You remember when you kissed me, but we were interrupted, and I said later." She said pushing herself off my chest until she was sitting on top of me. I nodded. "It's later, Scott."
I grinned and sat up, moving in into my lap as I did so. I captured her smug smile with my mouth pulling her into another kiss. I teased the entrance of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, she willing opened up allowing me to slip my tongue inside. Her tongue teased mine before she lightly bit it. I groaned, sending vibration through the both of us.
My hands started to roam and slipped under her shirt. One hand began massaging her breast while my other hand grabbed her ass. I tugged on her nipple and was rewarded with a moan as her back arched pressing herself closer to me. She then regained control of the situation and pulled herself loose. She shot me a wicked grin before grabbing the edges of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
Stunned at first, it took me a second before my body caught up with my eyes. I began leaving open mouth kisses down the valley between her two breasts. I then latched on to the nip of one as my hand explored the other.
"Scott…" she breathed. She began rolling her hips into my mine as traced patterns down my abs. She snuck a hand into my pants and pulled them away, before grasping my cock. I stuttered in my ministrations, biting down harder than I planned to. She hissed but it didn't seem like she was in pain, and I could already feel the wound healing.
She moved her hand along the shaft until she reached the tip. She gave a little flick, causing me to moan. She got a better grip on me and started working me.
"I swear McCall, it this leads to just more dry-humping and hand jobs I will leave you with the bluest balls ever." She gasped into my ear. I could feel my eyes flash, and I flipped us over so fast she bounced on the mattress. She laughed, but I could see her eyes were glowing too.
I got myself out of my sweatpants before doing the same thing to Jameson. I pulled off her shorts, and found that she wore nothing underneath. I grinned and kissed the just below her belly button and then moved down to the Superman shield on her hip and kissed her down her leg as I pulled off her shorts.
Once she was clear, I moved my way back up her body. I slipped a hand into her hair and pulled her into a kiss. God, she was beautiful, and for now, she was mine.
While she was distracted, I slipped a finger inside of her, she jumped a little before settling down and moving her hand to my back. I cricled her clit, trying to work her up more before entering her. I stuck another finger in and then a third. She gasped into my mouth, before pulling away.
"What are you waiting for?" she whispered. Her eyes were glowing a fiery amber, and her blonde hair was laying wild about her. And I couldn't think of a single answer to her question. "Don't hold back."
And I didn't.
~Wayward Winter~
I roll off Jameson, flopped might be a more apt description. We were both panting heavily, trying to wrap our mind around what had just happened.
"Wow!" We panted. I turned to her and saw her smiling at me with a goofy grin.
"And people say vampire sex is hot." Jameson joked as she propped herself up.
"What do they know?"
Jameson threw her head back and laughed. I inclined my head toward Jameson and kissed her mid-laugh.
"Merry Christmas." I told her.
"Merry Christmas."
~Wayward Winter~
Part 2 of 3. One more in-between chapter so look out for Road to Mexico. Sorry, if that lemon was a bit awkward. I'm still learning how to write them. Please review and let me know what you think.