A/N: Another fluffy Christmas-themed fic~ This time featuring the underrated Jenkins~

This fic uses her Christmas skin too~

Enjoy~

Alone In The Snow

Christmas Eve had arrived at last, and with it came the yearly festivities that always accompanied it.

And as per usual the Commander whisked a number of his subordinates away to a modest winter mansion away from the base, giving them all a change of scenery. It was closer to a small manor than a traditional mansion but large all the same, constructed from wood and situated atop a hill with only a single salted road leading in-and-out of the manor's compound. All around laid snow-covered forest, the pines stretching for miles on end through valleys and mountains.

Within the mansion itself many were finishing up the final details before they all went to bed. Cookies and foods were being pre-cooked within the kitchens, rooms were given the final festive touches, and presents were being wrapped up even at the last minute. A few had headed to bed early whilst others went outside to feed a passing group of reindeer, some others taking photos of said reindeers for the postcards they planned on sending home.

The Commander found himself doing exactly that, too – taking photographs for postcards, especially with night having fallen and leaving the manor illuminated beautifully in the dark.

''I think we should go up there next, Commander... we could get some good photos from there...''

Smiling warmly the Commander uttered an agreement, tugging on his red-white Santa outfit idly; holding the coat a bit closer to his body. It warmed him up sufficiently even in the cold night, but his focus wasn't truly on his attire despite the chilly winds, but on his partner instead.

Jenkins. The blonde Eagle Union Destroyer had volunteered to help him... and had, additionally, volunteered for many other tasks during their stay at the mansion. From cooking to cleaning to wrapping presents, anytime he was around she did her best to please him, a trait he couldn't help but be flattered by. Thus the two of them found themselves out alone in the snow, marching up the thickly-coated mountains and snapping the occasional photograph of the mansion.

The Destroyer herself had also dressed up for the season, abandoning her usual uniform considering how unsuited it was to the weather. A red dress with a fur trim around the hem kept her cosy, aided by the green cape she wore around her, clutching it close to her chest as they made their way through the thick snow, feeling it crunch pleasantly under their feet as it was compacted. White thigh-highs hugged her creamy legs as well, blending them in with the snow but becoming illuminated when the lanterns they carried lit up her legs.

''Mn...'' Grunting as he had to take a larger step the Commander found the mountain getting steeper – vaguely recalling the path in his mind. ''Alright, let's take a right turn here.''

''O-Okay.'' Nervously Jenkins agreed, just a step behind him. ''I'll follow- kya~!''

A cute squeal fled Jenkins as she nearly tripped as the ground jutted up more than she expected. Swiftly he grabbed her arm and caught her before she got a face-full of snow, chuckling sheepishly as he hauled her up the short ledge, giving her a reassuring smile. Even with only their lanterns to illuminate their faces Jenkins's burning blush was intimately apparent, the Destroyer turning her head away with a mumbled thanks.

''It's fine.'' He soothed lightly. ''Just watch your step.''

''R-Right. Right.'' Jenkins nodded hurriedly, just a step behind him. ''Hey, um, Commander... s-sorry if it sounds weird, but...''

''Hm?''

''...can we h-h-hold hands...?'' Whether due to the cold or nervousness Jenkins stuttered badly; darkening her cheeks even further. ''I don't wanna get lost...''

The Commander had to resist the urge to pat her head, opting for a light chuckle instead and nodding, holding his free hand out to her. Jenkins gladly slipped her hand into it; said hand covered by the biceps-length red gloves she wore, leaving her hand smooth and slender. She squeezed his hand and he held hers firmly, guiding her along up the mountainous trek, both rising high and higher up, naught but instinct and experience to guide him along the unseen trail.

Until soon, they reached the summit. Though far from the tallest mountain in the area it provided them with a luxurious view of the surroundings. Even at night the surroundings could be seen, moonlight illuminating the distant mountain ranges and deep valleys in the earth, all of it blanketed in fine white snow. In the distance far below they could see the wood-constructed mansion, the golden lights within joined by an array of colourful fairy lights that reflected off the snow outside.

''Wow...'' Jenkins cooed in awe. ''We're so high... I wonder if the carrier's feel like this when flying in their planes...?''

''Probably.'' The Commander chuckled, looking behind them. ''Looks like someone else set up camp here before. Why don't we take a quick break first?''

''But, the pictures...'' Jenkins feebly protested.

''We can take them before we leave.'' The Commander assured, squeezing Jenkins's hand.

''Mrn... f-fine...'' The blonde capitulated after a prolonged moment, sighing.

He smiled at that, releasing her hand and guiding her over to the abandoned campsite with naught but a gesture. It was sparse but smartly made, with several sitting logs arranged around what would've been a fireplace – but the ingenious part came in where it was arranged; namely with a high snow bank on two sides behind each of the sitting logs, and with several thick pine trees on a third side, blocking the wind somewhat and allowing people to have a campfire without the high mountain winds blowing it out every other second.

He didn't think to bring any matches to light a fire but that was fine by him; the Commander wiping the snow off one of the logs and sitting down, easing Jenkins down with him. She squeaked as her butt touched the cold wood and blushed; demurely tugging her dress down over her rear so she didn't freeze her ass. Placing their lanterns together they used them for light more than they did heat, but the ability to just sit and rest their feet was much-appreciated.

Though of course they weren't totally alone. A fact proved as an owl suddenly hooted from one of the trees.

And scared the living daylights out of Jenkins. ''H-Hyaa?!''

''E-Easy...'' The Commander chuckled, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder. ''It's just an owl.''

''I-I know that...'' Jenkins mumbled, red-faced as she peeked up at him. ''A-Also, you don't have to sit so far away...''

The embarrassed want in her voice was easily heard, and with a hum of understanding the Commander grasped his lantern and shuffled closer, sitting hip-to-hip with Jenkins. The Destroyer squirmed but didn't protest the closeness, her eyes worriedly peeking at their surroundings, as afraid they'd be attacked out here... apparently forgetting that she had weapons powerful enough to blast any wild animal to smithereens, and had the armour to withstand any attack in turn.

''You don't have to be scared. It's just us out here.'' The Commander soothed the blonde regardless. ''Just think about the good view we have from here.''

Jenkins glanced over at the way they came, still able to see some of the mountains from their camping spot. ''R-Right, sorry... just don't like the dark, is all.''

''Understandable. You know Atlanta is scared of the dark too, you know?'' The Commander revealed lightly, earning her undivided attention. ''She comes to my room sometimes when she can't sleep because of it. Then Juneau comes along because she doesn't want to sleep in their room alone since San Diego and San Juan live in their own room, and sooner or later someone else notices and my bed's full of you girls by morning.''

The little tale brought a smile to Jenkins's lips, demure but warm. ''I'm not surprised... you have a really... comforting aura, about you? Just being near you makes me feel all warm and cosy...''

''Is that so.'' The Commander hummed, wrapping his arm around her side and pulling her flush against him – relishing the cute squeak he got out of Jenkins. ''Because when you say that it just makes me want to pamper you, heh.''

The teasing warmth left Jenkins blushing madly; face aflame even as she covered it with both gloves hands, an embarrassed whine escaping her. The Commander chuckled at the sound but didn't relinquish his hold, nor did Jenkins squirm free from his grip, content to share some body heat if only for a short while.

Then she lowered her hands, and spoke. ''...b-but, um... I really mean it.''

''Hm? Mean what?''

''How you make me feel... w-warm and cosy...'' Bashfully Jenkins confessed, squirming when he laid eyes on her. ''Y-You're so amazing and hard-working... you always do you best to cheer me up, along with everyone else... s-so I was wondering, um, if, erm...''

Quickly the blonde's words dissolved into stuttering, stammering murmurs, growing too soft for him to truly hear. The Commander responded by leaning down more to her level, putting his ear close enough for her to whisper into – and with burning cheeks Jenkins did just that, her breathing soft against his ear, before she spoke.

''I was wondering if you could... b-be my boyfriend...''

The words just barely registered in the Commander's mind before Jenkins leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. With warmth fast to flush his own cheeks pink the Commander leaned back, gazing down at the blonde Destroyer as she squirmed, but stubbornly looked him in the eye, awaiting his answer. After a second he put some thought into it, needing only a short few moments to mull it over; Jenkins was always a close companion of his, and while up until that point he hadn't seen her in an overly romantic light... there was no denying how close their bond was.

With that in mind the Commander leaned down, and faster than Jenkins could react he pecked her on the lips. She squeaked, jerking back in surprise, one hand cutely coming up to touch her lips as if confirming he'd really done that. He gave her a smile and when he leaned in a second time Jenkins tentatively met him halfway, eyes fluttering shut – and at last they kissed properly, lips sealing together into a deep, intimate first-kiss.

''Mm... ahh...'' Jenkins shivered, and not from the cold. ''Commander...''

They drew apart, and in the next moment their lips were meshing together again. The Commander tightened his hold on her and laid his other hand on her cheek, guiding her into each ensuing kiss; slow, intimate smooches created as they kissed. She laid her own hands on his chest, beckoning him closer, and soon his hand slid from her cheek and went lower, intent on holding her side... only to get his aim off a bit and ending up caressing her clothed breast.

''Eep...!'' Jenkins stiffened, embarrassed. ''C-Commander, that's...''

''I'm just warming us up, haha.'' He just chuckled sheepishly in response, offering her a smile. ''Though I won't push you that far so fast.''

Jenkins shook her head softly. ''I... If it's you, I don't mind...?''

Slightly surprised the Commander let out a hum, deciding to test that by sliding his hand up, and then dipping it under the cups of her dress. They came down easily, pulled down and revealing the lack of a bra beneath, her small breasts bare to his cupping hand. Predictably her nipples were hard from the cold, his palm warm as he cupped her right boob and began to fondle it, 'warming' it back up with his slow gropes.

Jenkins moaned at the feeling, voice soft and demure as he lured her back into a kiss, submissively letting him take the lead. He gladly did so but was gentle with her; making out with the blonde as he slowly groped her, jiggling her small breast about within his hand or flicking her hard nipple, the slightest tweak earning a whimper from his newfound lover. Yet she offered no protest, if anything she seemed to get off on it, the little bit of foreplay getting her hot and bothered.

Then he unhanded her breast. Sliding his hand down her front he took his time working his hand under her dress, giving time for Jenkins to stop him if she wanted – but she didn't. Instead she just let out a shaky, shuddering breath as his hand grazed up her inner-thigh, fingertips soon pressing against her underwear. He rubbed her clothed sex slowly at first, pressing his palm against it and practically groping her crotch, before opting to tuck two fingers into her panties and tugged them to the side, allowing his fingers to rub at her bare pussy lips.

''M-Mn... ah...'' Jenkins moaned under her breath, shivering. ''Commander...''

Unable to find the words Jenkins opted to express her feelings more physically; pulling him into another, much more passionate kiss; their lips mashing together with a muted moan shared between them. The Commander groaned into her mouth and responded by pushing two fingers into her virgin pussy, eliciting a tight gasp from Jenkins, her back arching a little and pushing against him, grounding herself with his presence.

He responded by pulling her onto his lap. Sat sideways with her feet hanging over to his left and his right arm supporting her back he cradled her close to his body – going as far as withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and unzipping his red Santa coat, allowing him to pull the blonde closer to his body to keep her warm. Jenkins shivered at the unadulterated affection, holding onto his open jacket so it didn't blow in the light wind; and was rewarded as his hand went back up her dress and two fingers eased themselves into her sex, prying her tight walls apart with their intrusion.

''Ah... Mn... oh...'' Softly moaning Jenkins lolled her head back, her eyes screwing shut when he leaned down and mashed his lips with hers; sharing a deep, intimate kiss.

She felt hot like a furnace; his cold fingers worming around her fleshy insides and earning a cute whimper from Jenkins. Her walls pressed down on his digits, only intensifying the feelings she felt and encouraging him in turn to be more bold; scissoring his digits apart and making her moan, the sound the only thing around to be heard. The thought gave rise to a lustful kind of boldness, a third finger intruding into her sex and coaxing out a hot moan from the Destroyer, her lips pressing against his own much more firmly.

The Commander kissed back in turn, his hand sliding from her upper-back to her head, holding her into the intimate kiss. When their lungs burned for air he slid his hand down to her neck, holding her up and looking her in the eye as he fingered her – pumping his fingers into her tight sex with rhythmic rolls of his wrist. Her walls grew wet as they relentlessly clamped around his fingers, her whimpers only growing in volume when his thumb found her clit, rubbing the nub about.

''A-Ah, that bit, Mn...'' Jenkins twitched and spasmed in his arms, panting. ''Feels good. Feels w-way too good, I'll melt...''

He hummed in reply, a smooch escaping their lips as they reconnected again. Feeling a bit more bold he prodded at her lips with his tongue, and after a hesitant moment Jenkins parted her lips, whimpering in embarrassed bliss as his tongue invaded her mouth. She pushed back with her own tongue, French-kissing him, but he was clearly more experienced than her – easily taking control of the lewd kiss and leaving her quivering in submissive bliss.

His fingers weren't idle either – ravenously plunging into her wet pussy and making Jenkins twitch and spasm in his lap, her breathing getting shallow as he relentlessly teased her sex. His fingers scissored apart, curled and rubbed up against the spots that made her moan the most; combined with the thumb that flicked her clit or teasingly drew circles around it and Jenkins was truly melting under the assault, her mind turning to hot putty.

''Ah, Commander... C-Commander...'' Jenkins tensed up, breaking off the kiss. ''A-Ahh, it's happening, it's happenin- kya~!''

With a sharp cry Jenkins climaxed. It was sudden and fast, her back arching away from one palm and her pelvis pushing into his other palm, humping his fingers feverishly as she orgasmed. The Commander kept fingering her, pumping his digits into her wet sex and hearing her insides squelch, a squirt of honey wetting his hand – his continuous motions dragging it out for as long as it would last.

And then all at once Jenkins went slack; gasping as her orgasm subsided. The Commander slowed his fingers and eased her down from her climatic high, soon withdrawing his digits entirely – waiting until she had caught her breath before popping his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices right in front of her. Jenkins went so scarlet he wouldn't be surprised steam squealed from her ears.

''Ah... that's lewd...'' Jenkins whimpered.

The Commander just chuckled, leaning down and kissing her. Jenkins squirmed but reciprocated all the same, an embarrassed moan tickling his lips.

When they broke apart moments later she spoke. ''C-Can we... do more?''

He didn't need to be asked twice. Lowering his voice he murmured an agreement, still cradling Jenkins as he slipped off the log and laid her down onto the snow, getting on top of her. Untangling his arms from her he grasped his belt and unbuckled it, the rattling sound filling the night air before the sound of cloth ruffling joined it; his pants ending around his thighs. Rather than take his boxers off he just unbuttoned the front and took his dick out, shivering at how cold the air felt against his hard shaft, his hand stroking it to keep it hard – his other hand hiking Jenkins's red dress up enough that he could see where to aim.

Jenkins whimpered nervously, breathing heavy with arousal as he got on top of her, the tip of his cock soon pressing against her lower lips. He rocked his waist, rubbing the head between her folds a tiny bit, feeling her wet arousal against the bulbous tip – until soon he aimed lower, and pushed forth. It went in easily at first but he met resistance once the tip was in, prompting him to grasp her hips and steady her, pushing his cock in deeper.

''Mm...!'' Jenkins gasped, tense as his shaft buried itself into her – wincing slightly as he claimed her first time.

Above her the Commander groaned, rocking his waist and being as gentle as he could – but Jenkins was unbelievably tight, her walls strangling his cock as he pushed in inch by inch. He rocked his waist and rubbed her hips, soothing her as best he could, but even then she was just a snug fit regardless due to her slender frame. After a bit of thrusting however he managed to get two-thirds of his cock in her, coming to a stop after that and taking a long moment to just let her adjust, needing a moment himself too.

''Mn... it feels so big inside me...'' Jenkins whimpered, squirming a little. ''D-Does it feel okay, Commander...?''

''Yeah.'' He smiled tightly, leaning down and pecking her cheek. ''Just tell me when it stops hurting.''

Jenkins mumbled an agreement, and after a long minute of kissing she whispered him to do just that – prompting him to rear his hips back. She gasped, clenching tightly around his cock like a searing vice, the warmth only encouraging the Commander to bury his meat back into her with a moan, inching himself in deeper. One thrust became another, his hips working slowly but firmly, keeping his cock inside her wet heat rather than the chilly air outside.

And slowly the pain became to fade for Jenkins; any lingering discomfort becoming tingly, moan-inducing pleasure, her shoulders curling inwards and her hands clawing at his shoulders, trying feverishly to get a firm grip on them. When she did she pulled him down into another kiss, moaning shyly into his mouth as he pumped his cock steadily into her formerly-virgin sex, her walls spread apart by his spearing cock every time.

Until eventually he went balls-deep in her. ''Mn...!''

''Ah... it's all in...'' Jenkins whimpered against his lips. ''Don't stop now...''

Complying the Commander thrust himself into her faster; slow rolls of his waist becoming more rhythmic pumps, his cock sliding into her slick tunnel and bumping up against her cervix, as if trying to breach through and fuck her baby-chamber. Though impossible the lewd thought left Jenkins whimpering and tense, her inner walls clenching around his thrusting shaft and begging for more, a desire that she got – his pelvis impacting hers with growing force and jamming his dick into her inviting tightness.

The snow around them was cold but the heat radiating off of their bodies was more than enough to stave it off – something that prompted the Commander to grab the front of her dress and pull it down more, exposing her breasts fully. Jenkins gasped, a moan soon to flee her kissable pink lips when he leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, the warmth of his mouth sharply contrasting the cold air teasing her tits. His hands came up next, grabbing her breasts and massaging them with slow gropes, only coaxing out more sounds of bliss from the Destroyer.

''C-Commander...'' Jenkins whimpered. ''I'm going to... a-again...!''

The Commander responded with a passionate groan, leaning back up and kissing her on the lips – his pelvis impacting hers loudly as he went all-out, railing the Destroyer and making her squeal against his lips, her whole body tensing up as he made her first time utterly unforgettable, his cock hitting her depths so fast and hard she'd remember it for months to come. His own end neared, her searing walls coaxing a different kind of heat up his girth, the tip slick with pre-cum as it battered her cervix with every pounding thrust-

''A-Ah~! Commander! Commander~! Comm- ah- ah- AHH~!''

-until with a sharp, blissful cry Jenkins orgasmed, her eyes screwing shut and body convulsing in pure, unadulterated bliss. Her voice reached an altogether new pitch when he slammed in deep and blew his load; hot ropes of cum splattering within her pussy and pumping directly into her womb, the hot sensation painting her walls and her mind white, spasming when he managed another few shorts thrusts, each one punctuated by a thick shot of cum into her innermost parts.

The Commander groaned, tense as he rode out the last of his climax – and when it passed he collapsed atop Jenkins with a groan. The blonde Destroyer didn't mind; wrapping her arms around him and using his body for heat.

He felt their mixed fluids leak out around his shaft, the realisation he'd just blown his load inside Jenkins sending a shiver through him, but he pushed the thought from his mind for the time being, opting instead to pull out, panting as he began tugging his clothes back into position.

Jenkins on the other hand mewled, shutting her legs. ''Ah... I'm all sticky inside, now...''

The Commander just chuckled. ''Mm. Should we... get going?''

''Ah? Um, sure... yeah...''

The Commander would end up giving Jenkins a piggyback ride down the mountain.

Only for them to realise when they got back that they forgot to take the photos – necessitating another trip the following night.

Neither had any complaints about that, for perhaps obvious reasons.

[END]