Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: hum…ummm…. I own "Lost in Space" (the movie), woops wrong subject in other words I own nothing to with CSI. If I did I would actually know what's going on.

Summary: Nick invites Sarah home for Christmas and she gets to sit on Santa's lap.

Texan Christmas

"So do you want to come?" Nick asked leaning against his locker.

Sarah sat there for a moment staring at him. Did he just ask her to go to Texas with him for Christmas? Yes he'd even asked twice. So would she though? Did her feelings for him for far enough for her to go home with him? Yes it seemed as if they did.

"Earth to Sarah," Nick waved a hand in front of Sarah's face. "Sorry I asked I just thought you might want to see something other than Vegas for Christmas." Nick turned and started to leave the locker room.

"Wait Nick," Sarah stood up from the bench catching his arm. "I never said I didn't want to. I was caught by surprise."

"You mean you really want to go?"

"Yes."

Nick couldn't help but grin.

Sarah couldn't help but stare as she passed Nick's room. They had been at the Stokes manor for a few days and He had just gotten back from playing Santa. Well from what she saw now she'd race anyone to sit on his lap. He stood with his back to her. Tight red jeans tucked into black cowboy boots. Instead on a Santa's hat he wore a black cowboy hat cocked back. His red jacket had been thrown on the bed and his red shirt was stretched tight over his back.

Nick turned around and caught Sarah staring. "Can I help you?"

Sarah couldn't help but grin in reply to Nick's grin. "Don't I get to sit on Santa's lap?"

Nick's grin grew a little as he moved to sit on the bed. "That depends."

Sarah stepped into the room shutting the door behind her. With a seductive sway she walked toward Nick watching as his eyes seemed glued to her hips. "On what?"

Nick swallowed dragging his eyes up to meet hers which was another mistake. Immediately his jeans were way to tight, "what do I get?"

"Oh I don't know," Sarah sat on his lap keenly aware of what pressed against her ass as she did. Unable to resist she lowered her head just a little and captured his lips.

NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP PRAY THE LOARD MY SOUL TO KEEP AND IF I DIE BEORE I WAKE, FEED JAKE

Okay I know this isn't all that great but I'll try to add more after christmas break. I just wanted to get this up. Please review anyway.