Okay, okay, I know Christmas is over, and I never got this finished. Sorry. But Christmas is EXTREMELY hectic! And my family is Insane…and since insanity seems to be hereditary, I will finish this Christmas story even if it takes me to July!

Still own nothing, just seasons 2-4, a computer game, board game, novels, and a penny. Oh and an old coffee cup and some ginger snaps.

REALLY sorry for the long wait!! I've been very busy and just started a new term at university. Should I finish it?? I'd like to, even though Christmas is over, do you guys wanna see anymore??

:-)

Nick and Sara tried their best to act completely natural at suppertime, despite the fact that they had reached a turning point in their lives. While the Stokes thought that they were going out for a long time, they had only started their relationship two days ago and just then fulfilled the dreams each had had since they met five years ago.

However, if the knowing smiles on his sisters faces said anything, they knew exactly what Nick and Sara had just finished before they came downstairs. Maybe it was the fact that they couldn't stop smiling at each other, maybe the way they made every excuse to touch one way or another, or maybe it was the glow that came over Sara's face, that most people recognized as the glow of a truly satisfied woman.

Of course, they put up with the good-natured ribbing of his family throughout their meal, and especially when Nick asked if they could be excused to watch a movie in his room. While Nick showered, Sara sifted through his DVD collection and opted for the longest one she could find: Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. When he came into the room with his hair tousled sexily, wearing a t-shirt that hugged every nuance of his chest, and a pair of boxers that had an arrow on them pointing to the crotch, saying "Santa's Little Helper". Sara bit her lip and tried to decide between pouncing on him and laughing at him.

"Which one did you pick?" He asked with a grin, pleased with the reaction he was getting out of her.

"L-Lord of the Rings."

"Oh, a long one."

"Yup, it's the extended version."

"Ah," He neared her, putting his arm around her waist. "And how much of it are you planning to see?"

Sara winked at him and smiled seductively. She looked at him in the eye and whispered, "All of it of course, I haven't seen it yet." His expression changed immediately, which caused her to laugh out loud. Climbing onto the bed, she beckoned him with her index finger. "C'mere, cowboy."

Nick grinned; he loved it when she called him that. Slowly he knelt up onto the bed and crawled up over her body until he was face to face with her. "So, you really want to watch the movie?" He asked in a soft, husky voice.

Sara knew exactly what his plan was, and she decided to tease him and completely ignore his attempts at seducing her. "Yes, Nick, now lie down."

"Mmm…where to?" He growled as he nipped at her ear. He was really trying to wear her down now.

"Uh-uh-n-" She closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. "Lie down next to me."

"Why? I know you want it too…" He sucked on her ear lobe. "Mmm I'm feelin frisky." He growled in her ear.

"Nick…" It was getting more difficult to push him away, and if he kept it up much longer she knew she would give in.

After a few long moments, they finally got settled. Nick was still being very sexy and playful, but Sara did want to at least start the movie, so that if someone came looking for them it would look like they were doing something other than the deed. Nick was half lying and half sitting against the headboard, propped up with pillows, and Sara was lying with her head on his chest, her hands resting against his pecks. He had one arm wrapped around her and he was idly playing with her hair.

The movie had barely started and Sara found herself idly rubbing and scratching his chest and forearms, while he busied himself with rubbing her neck and stroking her hair. He leaned down and kissed her forehead and she looked up to meet his eyes. Instantly, his eyes darkened as he leaned down and captured her lips in his.

Sara whimpered as the kiss intensified, and Nick slid down and rolled over, so he was lying next to her, pressing her body against his as they lay on their sides. Nick's hand came up behind her ear and lightly rubbed as his other hand began exploring her curves.

"MmmNicky…" She sighed against his lips. When she lifted away for a moment he looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "I'm just going to go change into something a little more…comfortable…" She kissed him again. "Why don't you make yourself comfy and I'll be right back." Standing up she kissed him on the nose and grabbed a small bag from her suitcase. At the door, she looked back and gave him a smirk and a wink, leaving Nick beside himself with passion.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Sara gasped at what she found. Nick was lying stretched out on the bed with nothing but his Stetson cowboy hat placed strategically on his body. He looked at her with a grin and she raised an eyebrow. "Ride em, cowboy?"

"How bout you, cowgirl?" He was so excited when he saw what she was wearing under her bathrobe.

Sara shimmied out of her bathrobe, leaving her in a barely there black satin and lace number, which left Nick speechless. Leering at him, she spoke, her voice very thick with passion and emotion. "I seem to remember you telling me you prefer lace."

Finally he found his voice, "Oh…yeah…"

"And this…" She pointed at the hat. "I must say, this is impressive." He cocked his head. "Isn't this a ten gallon hat?"

Nick let out a throaty chuckle as she climbed up on the bed and up over his lean body. She took the cowboy hat off of him and placed it on her head as she leaned down and kissed him hungrily.

When she lifted off him for a moment, Nick looked deep into her eyes, and in a husky voice, whispered, "Yee haw." They both giggled and soon were kissing again as he slowly pulled the nightie off of her, throwing it carelessly in some direction.

A long time later, Sara collapsed on top of Nick, his hat still on her head. The blankets had pooled down around her hips and she pulled them up around her as she snuggled against him. "Wow." She sighed.

"Yeah…God that was so incredibly sexy." His hands were rubbing her hips as he calmed her down.

"Mmm hmm…" She kissed him deeply. Looking him in the eye she whispered, "What do you want for Christmas?"

"Huh?" In his afterglow-fogged mind, Nick had momentarily forgetten that Christmas was in 2 days.

Giggling she leaned up so she was further on top of his chest. "For Christmas. I hadn't had a chance to shop yet, so Kerry and Emily are taking me out tomorrow to get some last minute gifts."

Nick looked her in the eye and kissed her. "I've got my present right here."

"Nick…" She sighed, he was so romantic and sweet.

"Well, I do. You're all I asked Santa for when I wrote my letter."

"You wrote a letter?" She looked at him and could tell he was trying not to burst out laughing. "Nick!" She laughed as he began tickling her. "Ahh!!" He rolled them over so he was on top of her, and kissed her, the tickling momentarily forgotten.

He lifted off of her for a moment. "Well, I would ask for a puppy, but Maverick would be very jealous." Warrick was dog-sitting Nick's golden retriever while he and Sara were in Texas. Sighing, he asked Sara, "Do you think he's okay?"

"Who? Warrick?"

"Maverick! I'm worried he's homesick. I mean, he's not used to be being gone. I took him home once before but he was so upset after being on the plane that I couldn't do that to him again. I had to drive home with him."

"You drove home because of your dog?"

"Yes! Maverick was so scared!"

"And yet you made me get on the plane." She teased him.

"Hey, I had no idea about that. Had I known we could have driven and I could have taken Maverick with us. He loves it here, there's so much room to run and play. That poor dog. Maybe I should call Warrick and see how he's doing. Whenever I come home after pulling a double he's just so excited to see me, he jumps up and licks my face. He won't let me leave his sight until I have to go to work again. I can't imagine for two weeks! I bought him a dog bed before I left cause Warrick said he wasn't letting the dog sleep with him, but Maverick's used to sleeping under the covers with me."

"Well Maverick's gonna have to get used to being kicked out of I have anything to do with it." Sara looked at him sultrily, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Why? What's wrong with a dog in the room?"

Sara couldn't help but giggle. He was like a worried father. "Nicky…" She leaned down and kissed him, shutting him up. "I wouldn't want to traumatize him."

"Huh?" He furrowed his brow.

"Do you really want to put on a show for your dog? I know you have a lot of room on your bed, but I'm not sharing you with anyone." She kissed him passionately, her tongue sweeping across his bottom lip to get the message across.

"Uh…Sara.." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Mmmm…C'mere…" His worries were momentarily forgotten as he wrapped his arms around her and showed her how he felt about her.

Nick fell on top of her and kissed her softly. "What do you want for Christmas?" He asked as he tried to catch his breath.

"You." She answered and rolled him over again, yelping as Nick kept going and they fell off the bed in a heap of blankets.

Nick fell with a loud bang as he landed on the hardwood floors, with Sara falling right onto his stomach, knocking the wind out of him momentarily. Finally he let out a groan. "Oww… my ass…"

"Oh my God are you okay?" She knelt up, not realizing she dug her knee into his stomach again.

"Ouch…"

"Oh God, sorry." She moved her knees and leaned up to look at him. "You okay? Did you hit your head?"

"No…" He put a hand on one of his butt cheeks. "Just my ass."

"Oh, poor Nicky…" She giggled and put her hands down on his butt, squeezing a little, causing him to jump.

"Well it feels good to me."

"You're funny."

"And you're hot. Even if you are in pain."

"Sara…" He moaned her name as she rubbed his butt.

"Feel any better?"

"Maybe a little…I might need a bit more…" He grinned. "When I fell I bit my tongue. Would you kiss it better?"

"Now how could I say no to something like that?" She smiled and leaned up, kissing him soundly, letting the blankets fall down behind her.

"Is everything okay? We heard a loud bang and got worried—oh my God." Evelyn was standing in the door way, shocked as she saw her youngest son sprawled out on the floor and his girlfriend on top of him. Luckily the blankets had fallen around Sara's waist and covered anything, but it looked like they were both naked, and Nick had her pressed against his chest. She screamed and covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm so sorry Nicolas…" She tried to back out of the room and bumped into the wall. "Can't you lock your door?"

"Mom—Oh, jeeze, I'm so sorry…uhh…" He tried to think of something to say, like this isn't what you think it was, but it was pretty clear as to what they were doing.

"No, just lock the door." His flustered mother went out the door and slammed it closed.

"I'm so sorry." Sara looked at him. "I've been a horrible influence on you."

"No, it's not you." He closed his eyes in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"Your family must think I'm a slut."

"No, Sara, no." He lifted her off him, standing up and pulling her with him. "They don't think that. They love you. If it's anyone they'll be mad at it's me." He kissed her softly. "I'm so sorry."

"Nicky no don't worry about it. Don't feel bad. It was me who forgot to lock the door when I went and changed. Not that it did much good, that thing didn't stay on very long and I'm pretty sure you ripped it when you pulled it off me."

"Those things aren't designed to stay on long, and I couldn't figure out how to take it off you. I'll gladly buy you another one." He waggled his eyebrows.

Giggling she kissed him, putting her arms around his neck. "And you know it was your fault I didn't lock the door. I saw you with nothing but that cowboy hat and I forgot my name." She kissed him.

"Well little lady I'm glad I have that effect on you." He said, laying his accent on thicker before kissing her.

"Mmmm…" She kissed him and giggled as she looked at the TV just in time to see the credits rolling up.

"What?"

"Look…" She pointed at the screen.

"Oh…" He laughed. "So much for Lord of the Rings."

Sara stepped back and looked him up and down. "Well, I'd rather look at you than Elijah Wood any day."

"Oh, Sar—" He groaned and kissed her passionately.

"You know," She broke the kiss after a few moments. "We should go back downstairs, maybe apologize to your mom."

He closed his eyes, he really didn't want to but he knew they had to. "Okay." He sighed.

Sara bent down and handed him his boxers. "Get dressed before I have to ravish your body again."

"Do I have to?" He'd much rather the after.

"Yes, we already traumatized your mother, we don't need to do anymore right now. Now get dressed."

"Yes ma'am." He smirked as he went in search of the rest of his clothes.

TBC......