Disclaimer: Not mine but I wish it was
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to update the story. So finally, here's the last part of the story.
"You sure you don't need help?" Martin called to Sam from the living room.
"Uh-huh. You did all t cooking; it's only fair I clean up." She yelled.
"Okay." He sat down on the couch and waited for her. He heard the water shut up then Sam came out. She took a seat next to him, tucking her legs under her.
"You sure your family doesn't mind you spending Christmas with me this year?" Sam asked.
He shrugged. "Sure. Besides, we're coming up New Year's, remember?"
"I remember." She bit her lower lip. "Will they like me?"
"Of course they will, Sam. I already know Bonnie and Roger love you." He reassured.
"That's comforting to hear." Sam said.
Martin leaned over to kiss her. Sam pulled him closer to her, deepening the kiss. She let out a small whimper when he pulled away.
"Martin." Sam said, her voice hoarse.
"Should we finish this?" He asked. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Yes, Martin." She began pressing kisses along his jaw.
"Okay." Martin placed a hand under her leg and stood up, carrying her into the bedroom. He began to slowly undress her, his fingers tickling her stomach and he slid her shirt up. Sam opened her mouth to say something but Martin placed his mouth over hers, silencing her. She kissed him harder, pulling the blanket over them. She spent the rest of the night wrapping in Martin's arms and feeling his warmth on her.
On Christmas morning, Sam woke up to an empty bed. She looked around, orienting herself.
"Morning."
Sam turned around to see Martin sitting in a chair beside the bed. She pulled the blanket further up to cover herself from the cold. Seeing that, Martin leaned down to grab something. He tossed his shirt to her. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Sam buttoned the shirt up all the while noticing Martin staring at her.
"Down, boy. Sam chuckled, looking up. "So, where's my present?"
Martin laughed. Offering his hand, he said, "Come on. Let's see what Santa left you."
Giggling, she took his hand and let him pull her up. He led her over to the couch and made her sit. Martin headed over to the tree to grab her presents. He came back with a wrapped ox and handed it to her. She looked at the box, then looked back up at him.
"Open it."
With trembling fingers, she untied the ribbon and tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a Tiffany's box. Sam opened it to find a diamond three-stone pendant necklace.
"Martin, it's beautiful." She breathed out, the gift taking her breath away.
"I'll help you with it." He took the necklace from the box and put it on. Her hand went directly to it, her fingers touching the diamonds.
She got up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Placing a hand under his chin, she placed her lips against his. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Sam."
"Okay, open mine." Sam leaned down to grab a box. "Here."
"Okay." He sat down on the couch and pulled her down on his lap.
"It's not as great as your gift but I think you'll like it." She whispered, resting her head against him.
Inside the box were some dress shirts and ties. "Thanks, Sam."
"Keep going."
He looked at her and Sam nodded her head towards the box. Confused, Martin lifted the shirts and ties. Beneath it was a framed picture of them. He remembered Danny took this while they were at Hop Lee.
"Sam, how'd you get this from Danny?" Martin asked.
She just shrugged. "I practically had to blackmail him but I got it. Look behind it."
Listening to her, he turned the picture around to find a key taped to the back. "Sam."
"I want you to move in with me" Sam explained.
"Really?"
Sam nodded. "You spend most of your nights here, anyway. And I have a feeling you're not planning on leaving soon. Besides, I'd really like to see you every morning." She kissed his jaw. "So?"
"Yeah, Sam. I'll move in." He said.
Sam smiled, resting again him. He leaned back against the couch, wrapping his arms around Sam. He looked outside the window to find it snowing.
"So this is Christmas." Sam softly said.
"Yeah. It is."
"Thanks for showing me, Martin. This is probably my best Christmas yet." Sam lifted her head to look at him. "Nothing's better than spending it with the greatest man there is."
Martin kissed her. "Merry Christmas, Sam."
She smiled at him, one full of happiness. "Merry Christmas, Martin."