Yay new chapter! I took a huge break from studying and wrote a chapter! lol, I'm excited! I really want to thank everyone who is reading and definitely thank Tommy4eva ((I think romatic Tommy is my abosolute favorite. Either that or Jealous Tommy lol))

iamthatplace ((Oh I love the rambling. I encourage the rambling! I can't even tell you how much I love the pee remedy! I'm seriously going to use it. Maybe not in class because all my teachers are old and weird but someday, I will use it! Oh my God, when Chase was holding a whip that one time I was like 'I could not love you more' and then he kept eating those Tic Tacs, that was hilarious! Didn't House give the patient a storke? That was so funny!))

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I've got a warning about this chapter: It lurks into the higher rating realms. There's some semi-graphic hookage with Tommy and Jude, but nothing totally porno. But still, read at your own risk! I switch POV's in the middle but you can tell when I go back to Jude. I'm still not quite sure if I'm going to have them go all the way because I always seem to have them interrupted lol. But please tell me what you think, I'm kinda nervous about this chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and I cry about it.


Chapter 11: Santa Clause is Coming to Town

We piled into the car and I couldn't help thinking back to my wish. Did I really want all of Tommy? I let the possibilities circle in my head so viciously that I was beginning to feel dizzy. I always came back to a simple yes. I wanted every aspect of Tommy that I could have. And there seemed to be many. Tommy opted for a seat across from me as I watched him switch his gaze from Kwest and I. The two seemed deep in conversation when his head was turned from mine, but when he looked over at me I think Kwest might have been taking to himself. Like the lady, who Spied affectionately christened crazy, who had been standing outside the photography studio this morning.

"I had a young son once. He looked just like you."

She walked slightly off balance and grabbed Liam's arm roughly. He looked totally jolted and I couldn't help but laugh. I was standing right next to him and I watched her drunken eyes swoop past his and she fixated on his forehead. Crazy ran a finger along the deep creases from his furrowed brow until she dropped to the ground next to his shoes. I watched her brandish a finger at them meanly and scream incoherently.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU! Don't you roll your eyes at me." She yelled at the seemingly innocent shoelaces.

She grasped his foot tightly and pounded a fist against his toes. Liam tried to shake her off but it only enraged her more. What the hell? "I will kill you. I will take this bottle and I will smash it against your head."

Woaw. Someone needs to not watch Mommy Dearest. Ever. She suddenly lost interest in his shoes and flew up looking around the group wildly. She stared at Shay for a minute, who I heard whimper, and grabbed him by the lapels of his coat. But Crazy seemed to like the buttons of his coat better.

"Oh, won't you come inside Mr. Rogers. It's a bit nippy out here." She said seductively and gave the lining of his coat her best come hither look. It was sorta weird.

Wait… Mr. Rogers? No stop it Crazy! Don't ruin my childhood! Shay tried to push her away but she pulled him back roughly and licked her lips wetly, "I want you insi-" I do not need anymore of that.

I grabbed Shay's arm and pulled him inside, leaving Spied defenseless as Crazy peed in her pants, a pool of tinted yellow seeping around her feet. "NASTY!" Spied groaned as we walked inside.

I looked at the clock and realized at least four hours had passed at the photo shoot. My stomach noticed too as it grumbled loudly, resounding inside the car. It was like those weird macaroni and cheese commercials where those kids go to University of Hungry or something stupid like that. And there's that one where the fat guy is eating chunky milk from the cartoon. It was funny until the milk fell on his shirt and he just picked it off with his spoon and ate it.

And it always reminds me of that movie where the Olsen twins go to Australia after they witness a crime. And those two ugly guys in the mafia are sent after them and they told they bartender they were from Youreugly and he hit them. It was then that I made up by favorite song ever. "Ugly people all around me. Ugly people all around me." Those are the only words but Sadie always gets really mad when I sing it around her.

Jamie fished around his pocket and unearthed a packet of Certs. "Here Jude, till we find something else."

He told me and tossed the ripped roll of mints at me. Hmmm, thanks. I popped one in my mouth and turned it over, looking desperately for a better taste.

"It takes like keys." I muttered and when Jamie wasn't looking I spat it in Mason's cowboy hat.

He sleeps with that thing on. I feel bad for it.

Mason looked down at the spit-ridden candy in his hat and made a face. It kinda looked like he was smelling something sour right underneath his nose, and it was particularly funny to watch. Almost as funny as when they killed off Marissa this season. That was comedy that wasn't meant be, which is the definition of the epitome of funny. I loved it and I loved that it was the greasy guy that killed her.Mason had a staring contest with the thing before taking the brim of his hat and flinging the mint across the car. I really wanted it to pelt Liam in the head but it just smacked against a window and the little pieces scattered across the carpet on the floor.

20 minutes later...

The driver pulled into to The Four Seasons and opened the door for us with a magnificent swoop of his arm. I looked up at the grand entrance, feeling small and menial. The doors alone engulfed my entire vision and I couldn't tilt my head enough to see the top floors. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding and felt Tommy's hand on the small of my back.

"Come on girl. You should see the inside." He told me.

We walked in and I was met with the pungent smell of a rat. I pushed past a crowd of hicks and found myself face to face with Ashlee Simpson. She flicked a judging gaze along me as I did the same.

"Oh, hello Jude." She said meanly.

Whore.

Wilmer's Whore.

Ryan's whore.

Oh what the hell, community whore.

"Oh hello Assica." I told the little bitch that stood in front of me. Yes, you heard me right. I said Assica. I elaborated on her puzzled look.

"Well you know, since you've taken the place of your depressed sister I think the proper term for you would be a nice hybrid between Jessica and the artist formally known as Ashlee. All though, I don't know you can be counted as an artist, after the whole slip up on SNL. I think only fakers…fake sing." I told her and threw her a look that shot bloody knives at her new nose.

"Oh and b-t-w, send my compliments to Joe. He cleaned up those nose nicely and I can barely tell you apart from Mrs. Ex-Lachey." I continued. She seemed at a loss for words, but I knew it was her ongoing battle with such little brain mass. She huffed irritably and opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish out of water and least ten times.

"If life were a beauty pageant, you'd loose."

Wow Ash that burns deep. I kinda wondered what that statement won out over in her head. Was she going to tell me my dog wasn't cute as her sister's?

"Well if life were an ugly pageant you'd be queen." Spied spat from behind me.

Aw, I love my little lead guitarist.

"Yea. With an ugly crown." Wally said, reminding me of Crabe and Goyle or whatever Draco's dumb and dumber are named.

Aw, I love my little bassist.

"And Wilmer told me you have an old granny vagi-" Kyle cut in after Wally shot her the evil eye, (Combined with the old once-over. But I think he still would have hit on her if he liked what he saw, despite me. It was comforting to know that boys thought she was ugly.) only to be stopped by my hand over his mouth.

Aw I love my little drummer.

But I do think Ashlee would have skinned him if he had finished that sentence. Darius went to the front desk; I'm guessing he was getting the room keys.

"Miss Harrison?"

"Yea?" I asked while I whipped my head around only to face Liam. I backed up a little only to have him move closer.

One inch more and I was gonna scream 'rape' as loud as I possible could. He cleared his throat gruffly and hiked up his pants roughly.

"Where, did you say you saw the young lady who… needed a ride?" Um, ew.

"I didn't." I told him and shot him a look saying backing-away-would-be-your-safest-bet-right-now.

His face fell in unquestionable disappointment. I would love to say I saw shame but he just walked over and asked Portia the same thing. I kinda wish he would ask Darius and get fired. I would never stop laughing at him.

I would buy him a sign that says 'I like to do prostitutes' and when he goes homeless he'll have to sleep under it. And then one stormy night after an evening of cross dressing at disco clubs, Eddie Murphy will mistake him for a woman and invite Liam in his car. And I will laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh because of course I'll have the big Liam screen and watch him struggle through the hardships. But unlike Jesus I won't help him, I'll just… laugh at him.

"Hey Kwest, could you help me with my bags?" Sadie said in a low whisper. Kwest smiled briefly and held out an outstretched palm and grasped the handle of her luggage.

"Thanks." She said almost sneakily. Um, my thoughts are not even going to go there because when I checked last week Liam was still showing her the ropes. So I don't need to know the whoring tendencies of my older sister. What kind of role model is she?

I watched her guide Kwest's finger over the button on the elevator while Jamie and Pasty near trampled them, not even waiting to get to their room. And I know for a fact Darius didn't even kid himself in getting them two rooms. He is truly a wise man.

He came up behind me handing Tommy one key to his room and one to mine, thrusting the others in my hands.

What the hell?

Is he encouraging illegal behavior?

Does he have cameras set up?

Does he not know that Sly Stone got in huge trouble for setting up cameras in the women's bathrooms and stalls of his restaurant chains?

Did he not hear about the whole R. Kelly thing?

Is he really just a sick pervert that Diane Sawyer needs to interview and Law and Order: SVU needs to do a special episode on?

Is he asking for trouble?

Because, my friend, he is in for a world of some. Tommy looked at him with his mouth slightly agape, obviously thinking similarly to me.

"Don't look at me like that T, you know how Jude looses everything." Hey! I resent that, even if it's the truth. Tommy snapped his mouth closed, cocked his head to one side and realized Darius was right. Whatever. I scoffed loudly and hauled my carry towards the elevator.

"Since I don't have a Kwest at me beck and call." I said begrudgingly. Stupid Sadie gets everything.

Later that evening…

I sat in my comfy room, feeling very chaste knowing that most of the others in my group were hooking up or other things that I didn't need to know about. I flipped through the channels, past countless holiday commercials and realized I definitely don't have a gift for Tommy. That kinda sucks… what do you get the man that already has everything? Or whatever he said to me on my 16th. I hope Tommy's as easy as me.

Wait… I hope Tommy's as easy as me. I guess I should probably spread the word now before my dad sends me to a convent.

Idon't know how he knows but I know that he does. He sees all the immoral things I've been doing and shakes his head and thumbs through brochures for boarding schools in Winnipeg. Whatever, I heard the weather is nice over there. I

stopped on one of the major networks and found Elf playing! YAY! This merits a SCORE! Spied would be proud that he taught me well. I was relived to see it was only the beginning; well he hadn't gotten to New York yet.

"Just say it. I'm the worst toy maker ever. I'm a cotton-headed Ninnymuggins."

"No Buddy, you're not a Cotton-Headed Ninnymuggins. You're good at things." I said along with the chief toy-making elf. I would marry that guy. I heard a firm knock and my door and suddenly wished for TiVo. This is so not fair and who ever is at the door is totally going to get it.

I swung the door open, my mouth poised to yell as Tommy smiled back at me. He flipped my room key between his fingers. I smiled, grateful that he hadn't just walked in and scared the shit outta me.

"I don't think Daddy Warbucks would like you in here." I told him in my most innocent and high-pitched voice. He chuckled deeply and leaned himself against the doorframe.

"Well then I guess Annie has be a big girl and make her own decision." I looked at him for a moment with a pensive expression.

"She chooses sleep. Night." I told him cheerfully and slammed the door.

No, tried to slam the door but he was kinda standing in front of the hinges so I couldn't close it all the way. But I did sorta pound it into his arm. That's what he gets for interrupting Elf.

"Well please jump over the threshold Miss Blushing Bride, I'm missing the love of my life here." I told him and walked away from the door and slouched on my bed. Damn him! Commercials? He is so going to get it.

"Who might that be?" He asked me in a raised tone with similar eyebrows.

"Relax Peter Gallagher. It's Buddy the Elf." I told him on a laugh. He visibly chilled out and joined me on the bed. What is his problem? Did he really think I was in here doing someone? Well… the guy at the front desk was really cute, but not so bang-able.

No really, can I say stuff like that? The whole under-age-thing puts a damper on it. Even though again it is Tommy's fault. I never had hang ups like this before I met him. Well actually I never had hang-ups until I kissed him that one night at the Vinyl Palace. But I am currently quelling those disgusting, horrible, worthy-to-be-shot memories. That never happened.

I watched him numbly watch the commercials that passed across the scene and realized something. He hadn't told me to take any of our recent endeavors back. It sounds like we did it or something but really, he hasn't said: "You have promise that that kiss had never happened."The words are engraved into my memory. I don't think I will ever forget them. That just shows what an impact he has on me.

I flipped across the channels as more commercials invaded my wonderful Will Ferrell time. A funnier, less sexy version of Tommy Time.

"Ever wish you could peacefully fade away into obscurity like Hootie and the Blowfish." I asked as I flipped to Vh1 and saw the special they were showing.

"Hey! Hootie lives on" Tommy told me with a laugh. I'm really sure of that.

"If you say so Fairweather Johnson." I told him skeptically.

He laughed lightly as the announcer's voice introduced the show. "Go behind the bandana and inside the white jumpsuit. This is VH1's All Access: Little Tommy Q."

Since when do they make All Accesses on particular people? I thought that's what Behind the Music or Driven are for. Whatever. I turned up the volume and flopped on my stomach with my hands under my chin, completely riveted.

"Who says Tommy fritters love away?" The voiceover asked. Hmmm… me. Cue shyly raised hand here. It flipped pictures of Tommy and various girls, each lasting only a few moments as Steady as She Goes played in the background. Jeez, did they make this yesterday? They actually only played the riff and first few opening lines, over and over and over again. This song makes me want a wa-wa pedal. I watched in amazement at all the girls Tommy had sucked face with. It was astounding.

Tommy and Jennifer Love Hewitt. (I don't wanna know what they did last summer)

Tommy and Amy Smart (I googled her once. Her movie Seduced by Madness is really taking on a whole new meaning.)

Tommy and Brandy (Moesha, I watched that show! And I loved that duet she did with Monica, when they fight over the boy)

Tommy and both Olsen twins (One at a time? Both at once? Switching Goals in the middle? I don't need to know.)

Tommy and Baby Spice (I wonder if she ever took that lollipop out of her mouth. You would think all the suckage would do her some good…)

Tommy and Posh Spice (Bend it like Beckham)

Tommy and Scary Spice (She always struck me as a lesbian.)

Tommy and Sporty Spice (I always thought she was a man undercover)

Tommy and Naomi Cambell (I wonder if she threw a phone at him)

Tommy and Rachel McAdams (That was one of the more horrifying pictures. I like Rachel McAdams a lot. No, I liked her until this photo wear it looks like she digging for his Family Stone.)

Tommy and Lucy Lu (I really like her too, I'm not going to say anything)

Tommy and Kate Bosworth (She totally traded down. Orlando vs. Tommy? Orlando would get his greasy hair ripped out so hard it would come out his ass. Sorry.)

Tommy and Jessica Simpson (The earlier years. Her hair was teased that you can barely tell it's Tommy but his smug smirk always prevails.)

Tommy and Hannah whatever her name is from S Club 7 (She was in Agent Cody Banks 2. 'Nuff said.)

Tommy and Jo whatever her name is from S Club 7 (She was always boyish to me)

Tommy and Tina whatever her name is from S Club 7 (Whatever. She's like a wanna be Posh Spice)

Tommy and Rachel whatever her name is from S Club 7 (I loved her, I refuse to say anything)

Tommy and Sandra Bullock (28 Days, I don't think so. More like 28 Lays.)

Tommy and Jessica Alba (I'm pretty much going to assume that Sin City has nothing on Tommy's bachelor pad. But he won't let me over. I guess he thinks I'll seduce him or something.)

Tommy and Nicky Hilton (I have nothing to say. I always get this feeling that she could hunt me down if I even thought something bad about her.)

Tommy and Paris Hilton (No wonder he flipped out at the One Night in Paris thing yesterday. And now that I think of it, I could catch something just by sitting next to him)

Tommy and Britney Spears (Yuck.)

Tommy and Christina (that picture was particularly traumatizing. It was the 'dirrtay' era. She took assless chaps to a whole new level and Tommy was taking full advantage. Well his hand was.)

Tommy and Mandy Moore (Poor, poor Mandy. Tommy now Wilmer? She must feed into the player complex.)

Tommy and my sister (I can't say anything, she's family)

"Wow, you really are a whore." I told him in shock while more pictures floated across the scene. When did he have time to date all these women and take so many damned pictures?

Maybe he's just a camera hoe.

Maybe not.

He chuckled loudly and rolled closer to me with a mischievous grin. I looked down at him and realized that the possibility of me jumping his bones was dangerously escalating.

He was wearing worn and comfy jeans with a white wifebeater. I don't know if anyone realizes this but I have never seen him in anything but a polo, a leather jacket, a polo jacket, a suit blazer, a button down shirt or a hoodie. Notice they all have sleeves; notice that his wifebeater was very Ben McKenzie. Ben is like Pinocchio in comparison. I almost fell off the bed as he inched closer.

"Jude." He started but I cut him off.

"Shhh. I'm watching" I hushed him and pointed the screen. That was kinda stupid because just as I did the announcer came back over.

"Well maybe he did. But it seems like someone has taught his philandering ass a thing or two about monogamy. Or maybe they forgot about the whole safe sex thing and its forced." She said coyly as the screen was bombarded with photos of Tommy and I. There were a few from a week ago, one from the lake, and others from the red carpet. The picture cut to a self-proclaimed body language expert.

"Here we can see Tommy's genuine smile as he leans in towards Jude, closing off any space. Her stance is similar but their hands are the aspect to notice in this picture. If you look partially behind her back you can see their fingers interlaced. It shows they at least have romantic feelings but because they are obstructed from plain view it shows they are hiding them. From themselves or from the public, no one can really know."

What a bitch. She doesn't know anything. I looked over Tommy against my better judgment and found his eyes boring into mine. I gulped and realized I was really in Over my Head.

Tommy brought his head closer to Jude's inhaling her nervousness, feeling it wash away as he grasped the back of her head. He knew his self-control would have no shot in hell if they remained laying down, so he gently guided her so that she sat up on her feet and legs. He grasped her mouth, pressing his chest against hers and slipping his tongue past her soft lips.

His hands untangled themselves from her hair and slowly flicked across her outer ear. His mouth dipped away from her lips, feeling cold at the loss of contact, as he exhaled deeply across her skin. He watched his breath pant across the newly exposed skin of her shoulder as the shadows of his exhale spanned along her tender neck. He heard her gasp lightly at the hot air that shot along her skin as he smiled her, bearing his teeth and wanting eyes.

"Do you think we're hiding it?" He asked her, remembering the woman's earlier words. Tommy heard her chuckle, followed by a soft movement that hovered along his body and sent chills down his spine to his curling toes.

"Not anymore." She told him and moved back in front his eyes and took his lips hungrily. He felt her smile quickly fade against his lips as his hand snuck past the flooding hem of her t-shirt. He inched his fingers along her stomach and smoothed them along her rib cage in sweeping motions. He trailed his fingers along the outer contour of her breast and quickly snuck above it, dancing at her collarbone. She suddenly broke away with a sweaty huff that masked the cold air that had been circulating, immediately blazing against Tommy's lips.

Her knee slid along the comforter and pounded against the remote, switching channels. They broke apart at the distraction, each panting, as Tommy saw a weird guy in an elf costume. He heard the Santa cheering and clapping.

"I knew you'd find it Mr. Elf!" The jolly holiday mascot applauded from the TV.

Jude had taken his diversion to her advantage and pushed her fingers underneath his shirt and ran her short nails along his abdomen. She giggled lightly as her head followed her hands and she traced light kisses along his chest and stomach. Tommy felt her against his skin and felt his blood rush and circulate and pound hotly within his veins.

He felt the rest of her drive through his shirt as her head peeked up, both sharing the neck of the flimsy fabric. Jude's torso was encumbered inside the shirt, their heaving chests meeting at every inhale within the confining space. The deliciously confining space. He watched her smile as the minimal distance lessened when she wrapped her arms along his back within the t-shirt and her lips find his again.

It became a tricky game of maneuvers, each brushing against the other, making Tommy growl wantonly and Jude gasp delightedly. Jude finally lost balance and fell against the bed, taking Tommy along with her and on top of her. She gulped audibly from within the restrictions of his shirt as he slowly unraveled himself from the mess of fabric, taking her t-shirt along the ride too.

Tommy watched her lay in front of him, exposed north of the elastic waistband of her pajama pants. He looked down at her quizzically…

Ok seriously, what was he waiting for? I was lying there in front of him with no shirt.

Hello, mission not quite accomplished.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and brought him towards me, as we fell perfectly into a clicking position. I felt him from within his jeans and I laughed lightly to myself.

"I knew you'd find it Mr. Elf."

I reached down at teased the hem of his waistband as he muttered lightly against the skin of my neck. I got a little distracted as his tongue flicked across my neck and his hands swept across my stomach, and mounted upwards.

I moaned elatedly as his hands kneaded the sensitive skin as his mouth traveled to join his hands, making a delicious Bonnie and Clyde partnership. They alternated across my skin, teasing and tantalizing until I couldn't think straight. His lips abandoned my chest as his hands slid along my stomach again and dipped lower to play with the waistband of my pants.

I hooked my thumbs inside his belt loops and tugged lightly, feeling that the pants wouldn't move. I quickly unzipped his fly as my fingers pranced along his heating region from within his boxers. I dipped a finger past the opening and gripped him lightly. I felt him groan with mounting volumeagainst my lips as his lips traveled south again.

I felt his tongue brush inside my belly button as I giggled with hooded eyes. From the TV I heard Santa frantically shouting to Buddy as the Central Park Rangers chased them.

"I put them on the naughty list and they never forgave me!" If he only knew now.

Oh my God. He does know!

He sees you when you're sleeping.

He knows when you're awake.

He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness.

Santa Clause is coming to town.

Oh hell, I hope he's not right now. But that's not really the best thing to be thinking about right now…


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