COLLIDE

A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be…. Some nice fluffy stuff here…

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Two weeks had passed since Sara and Greg had been snowed-in. Since then both of them had started their new jobs. Greg as a tenth grade Chemistry teacher, which he found rather entertaining, and Sara as a helper at the day-care center across the street, which she found, not-so entertaining at first but had quickly settled into.

But none of that mattered today. It was Christmas Eve and both had the next few days off.

A large, fully decorated Christmas tree had been set up in the corner of the family room.

"What are we watching, again?" Sara asked, sitting beside Greg on the sofa, his arm wrapped around her.

He took a bite out of the sugar cookie he'd been eating. "It's a Wonderful Life," he said, handing her the DVD box.

She nodded. "I haven't seen this in a long time..."

"Me either," he said, starting the movie, Sara settling into his arms.

Some time later the movie had finished. Greg yawned stretching as the credits rolled. Sara shifted from his arms, laying her head in his lap. "I love you," he whispered, gently running his fingers through her hair. Sara smiled and watching him lean down, pressing his lips against hers. A tiny moan escaped as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And she granted his request, parting her lips just slightly.

His right hand rested upon her neck as he deepened the kiss. Greg's left hand found her right and laced their fingers together, pulling her into his arms once again. He trailed light kisses from her pink lips across her jaw and along her neck. She moaned lightly and tilted her head back, giving him more room.

Greg kissed her smooth, creamy skin, taking in the scent of lavender and coconuts. "Sara," he whispered, trailing the butterfly kisses over her collarbone. "I can't get enough of you."

Sara slid her hands up the front of his shirt, touching the hard abs and chiseled pecks hidden by the tan fabric of his sweater. "I love you, Greg. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Greg kissed her mouth once more then looked her in the eyes, running his thumb over her swollen bottom lip. "We should probably stop..." he said, not wanting this to go further if she wasn't ready for it to.

She reluctantly sat up again, nodding slightly. "You're probably right," she agreed, hesitantly.

"Come on, Let's go to sleep," he said, leading her up the stairs before falling asleep with her locked in his arms again.

Sara was awakened by hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth. "What?" she grumbled sleepily.

"You have to wake up!" he said, tugging the covers off the bed as would a five year old attempting to wake his parents up.

She turned over covering her head with the pillow. "Why?" she asked, her voice muffled.

Greg pulled the pillow away, giving her a look as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's Christmas morning! We have presents to open!" he said, pulling off his shirt and digging through his closet.

Sara finally sat up. "What the hell is on your head?" she asked, laughing.

He looked up. "What does it look like?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Reindeer antlers…" he turned to face her finding her literally on the floor laughing her head off.

"What did you do? Rob a clown, Rudolph?" she asked in between laughs, taking in the big red nose.

He stuck his tongue out at her. "Hurry up!" he pouted.

She had finally stopped her laugh attack. "I'm going," she said, heading downstairs.

Around the tree sat several wrapped gifts. They decided to take turns in this process. Greg grabbed one of the gifts he'd gotten for Sara. "Here," he offered, handing her the box.

She smiled as she opened it, revealing a silver link bracelet with several charms for it. "I've been meaning to get one of these," she said, grinning at him. "Thank you."

He smiled back as she handed him one of her gifts to him. A Marilyn Manson CD was revealed and Greg practically tackled her with a hug. "THANK YOU!" he yelled. "They feds didn't think of Manson when establishing that vast CD collection…"

She laughed. "I thought you'd like it."

He nodded, handing her another gift. She opened it and found a sterling silver necklace a heart hanging from the center of the chain. "Wow, Greg. It's beautiful." She said, admiring the piece of jewelry.

He pulled the necklace from it place in the box, gesturing for her to turn around so he could put it on her, which she did. He hooked the clasp of it and she turned to face him again. "Now it's beautiful," he smiled.

She grinned, reaching for another of his presents. Two pairs of pajama pants were in this one. Tasmanian Devil on one and Superman logos on the other. He grinned, "I see your catching onto my clothing style," he teased.

Several more presents were exchanged before Greg picked up the last one, handing a small envelope to Sara. "What's this?" she asked.

"You're supposed to open it…" he said, rolling his eyes. She did as he said, opening the envelope and pulling out a sheet of paper.

She smiled. "'This last present is a surprise… Follow the string…" she read aloud, and then noticed the red string trailing from the envelope in her hand. She stood up, following the string around the tree several times, untangling it as she went. It then changed directions and headed out the sliding door newly fallen snow covered the ground. Greg followed her outside around the corner of the house, under the balcony. A rather large box was situated with a blanket over it. Strange sounds could be heard through it. "What the..?" she asked, pulling the blanket back.

She jumped when a small puppy popped up, it's front paws on the edge of the box. "Aww…" she said, lifting the dog up.

"He's a German Shepard. He'll get bigger, quick. He still needs a name though," he smiled.

She thought for a moment before speaking. "Dakota."

Greg smiled as the dog barked happily. "Nice," he said, kneeling beside her. "What's that on his collar?"

"Hmm?" she asked, rotating the ribbon substituting a collar a bit. She gasped seeing what he'd been talking about. "It's a ring." She stated.

He kneeled down next to her grinning. "Sara Sidle, I love you so much. I don't know when we'll get to go back to Vegas, but when we do, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he asked, shifting onto one knee.

The dog yipped as Sara pulled Greg in for a hug. "Yes," she nodded, wiping away a tear as she kissed him.

Okay… another long chappie… This took forever to type so I didn't get a chance to update A Tale of Two friends, sorry… REVIEW PLEASE!