Part I: Bored to Death

Chapter: All I want for Christmas

Out of the kitchen, through the hall, up the stairs, to her room.

Her hand in his burnt like fire, despite the gloves she wore.

The moment the door of her room closed, Myers wrapped his arms around her slight form, pulled her against his chest, her backside against his aching hips. God, her body was just perfect - her waist so tiny on his hands, the high arcs of her hip bones under his touch.

Groaning, he buried his face into her hair, inhaling her familiar scent of roses and cinnamon.

It was intoxicating.

His hands were impatient, his whole body tense and restless, as he pulled off her sweater and found her small, firm breasts.

"Oh, John…!" Margot breathed, bending her body closer to his. "Please-."

She didn't need to say what she wanted, for he knew it anyhow.

He pulled down the neckline of her top, and palming her breasts with one hand, moved the other to her back, to open the bra.

"I missed you so much!" he breathed into her hair.

And understatement of the year.

He had barely been alive without her. Nothing but a hollow shell of a man. But now - damn, he was burning.

He breathed the scent of her hair, kissing her neck, her shoulder. His fingers found her nipples, and he felt them hardening under his touch. She made a small sound of pleasure, as he tugged on them, and just hearing it was enough to make him hard. Groaning he pushed his hips tight against her sweet, round backside.

"Christ, Margot!" he breathed, his voice was suddenly thick and hoarse in his throat. "I-"

"Thad, it's alright." Margot whispered, and turned around to face him. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

She was so beautiful, so tiny, and by God, he'd never wanted a woman more in his life.

Groaning he pulled her close, and kissed her lips - the kiss demanding and hard now, and they both knew what he wanted. Margot's hands were on his shirt, pulling it up, and within moments they'd both managed to get rid off their clothes.

He walked her backwards, to the bed, and laid her down on it.

Damn, she was hot! Myers couldn't help but to feel that she was out of his league. How an Earth had he ended up with a girl like her?

Her slender legs, her curvy hips, and the tiny waist - he let his gaze wander on her body - and then her breasts, Christ, his mouth watered on the sight of them, they were small but firm, sized and shaped like apple halves, their nipples dark and hardened.

He followed her to the bed, lay down by her side.

Her green eyes were so wide and dark, her chest heaving, her cheeks burning. And suddenly, there was something so vulnerable, so shy in her, that it took his breath away.

This was a different Margot. The real Margot.

No games. Just us.

"You're so beautiful." he breathed.

The need was burning in his veins, his erection throbbing against his abdomen, but by God, he didn't want to rush this moment. Her skin was silky under his touch, and she gasped, as his fingers followed the line of her collarbone, to her breasts, and downwards. Gently he pushed her down, her head on the pillow, and kissed her. Slow and deep, and all the while his hand was moving on her skin. It was on her abdomen now, on her hip bones… and finally it found her crotch - she made a sharp gasp as he gently spread her already slick folds with his fingers.

"Oh God!" she breathed, as he caressed her sweetest spots. "Oh John, Oh-"

But her gasps were interrupted by yet another kiss from his lips, and she opened herself to him, her thoughts to his mind, her mouth to his tongue, her thighs to his fingers, and her back arched from the mattress.

"Please!" she moaned into his mouth. "Please-"

And he pushed a finger inside, making her gasp and bury her hands in his hair.

She was so wet already, so hot and slick, that it almost made Myers lose it. He had to bite his lip to be able to concentrate. But her thoughts were in his, and he followed them, letting his hand massage her just the way she ached for, his finger searching for the sweetest spots inside of her, his palm pressing against her swollen clit.

She was all molten lava in his hands, her whole form shivering under his gentle, yet ruthless touch. He pushed her to the edge, making her gasp for air.

"John!" her voice was in his mind. "Christ, fuck me already!"

Her plea made him growl.

He pulled his hand away, and rolled on top of her, his lips never leaving hers. His fingers were deep in her soft curls now, as he kissed her, and she wrapped her thighs around his hips, pulling him closer. With one, long thrust he entered her, pinning her against the mattress.

"Oh, fuck, Margot…!"

"Ah, Thad-!" she gasped as he penetrated her.

She was so sweet, so tight and hot around him, making him feel a desire of animal nature, a lust that burnt him from head to toe - one he simply couldn't fight.

Inside of her, deeper, harder - he pushed, and her body answered his need. He buried himself in her, between her thighs, his face in her neck, on the silky soft skin of her shoulder.

All thoughts fled his mind.

There was nothing but this moment, the way their bodies moved together, the feeling of being not two, but one - God, he belonged here, inside of her, his aching shaft slicing her open again, and again until she dug her fingernails into his back, and came screaming his name.

Her slender body arched against his, her thighs squeezed his hips, and he was swept within the current, giving her every piece of him, collapsing on top of her, as he came too.

Afterwards they lay on her bed, Myers on his back, Margot on her side, resting her head on his shoulder. Her fingers were aimlessly caressing his chest, tracing small circles on his skin.

"Thank's for the Christmas present." she said with a soft voice. "John Thaddeus Myers, the most amazing lover in the world."

His beautiful lips curved into a smile. "Oh come on. It's all you - you make me amazing."

"Nah." she shrugged. "It doesn't work like that."

"Like what?"

"You're not some sex robot that I control, are you?" she looked up to his eyes. "You do not only read me, you choose to listen as well. Not every guy can do that, or make me come like you just did."

A small blush crept to his face. "And not every girl makes me feel like you do."

Margot didn't reply, but snuggled closer to him.

She could feel, not just his physical warmth, but also the one of his thoughts. A warm, fuzzy feeling, that surrounded her like a blanked.

This must be love. she thought. I could get used to it.

And suddenly she felt nervous. Was it really safe to let him read her like this? All her feelings wide open for him to spot? Quickly she pushed the uncertainty away, to the furthest corner of her mind, and locked it up.

He loves you. Don't be paranoid. she told herself.

"So…" she began, to get her mind off the troubling thoughts. "You didn't forget about me?"

"No, I didn't. Not even for a minute." he turned to his side, to see her face, and his hand was caressing her hair. "Hear me now, will you? You said I chose to listen to you, and you were right. I do have a free will. It wasn't like you lured me into a trap, Margot. I chose to fall for you - I gave you my heart willingly. So don't you ever dare to leave me again, not as long as you love me too. You hear me?"

Margot felt blushing.

"As long as you love me too", he had said.

How fitting, that it was him to say that she did, and not her. But still she knew it was true, she loved him, and there was no running away from that.

His eyes were so blue, and wide, so full of love, and suddenly Margot was swept into the memory that had been haunting her for these four months. The memory of his death.

The feeling of losing him, of seeing those beautiful eyes closing, of his heart stopping, was on her like it had been on that moment, and she felt like falling.

"You died." her voice was nothing but a faint whisper.

"Yeah." he replied. Her fingers were tracing the scar on his collarbone, and she knew he felt all that was in her mind. Her fear, her despair, her rage, all she'd felt when desperately trying to save his life.

There were tears in her eyes, and she just couldn't stop them from falling to her cheeks..

"Hey, it's alright." Myers said, taking her small face into his hands, wiping away her tears. "You saved me. You held my heart in your hands, and brought me back."

"I was so scared." she breathed. "I thought I'd lost you."

"You didn't." He kissed her softly. "I'm right here, and I'm yours."

She couldn't answer. She was too lost in his eyes, those pretty, blue bed-me-eyes that looked at her like she was something amazing.

"You didn't want to lose me, I know that now. Then why… why did you leave me?" he asked after a short while, and Margot felt an ugly flash of guilt in her heart, for she felt his pain.

"You know why. Because you'd be better off without me."

"Margot, that's-"

"Yeah, stupid. I get that a lot." She sighed. "But the truth is, I was a mess, John. Seeing you shot… it was the worst moment of my life. I couldn't handle it, so I did the only thing I know."

"You ran away." he said, but it wasn't an accusation.

"Yeah." she breathed. "I needed some time off."

Myers ran his fingers gently through her curls, and they sent a shiver to her spine. She snuggled closer to him, let him wrap his arms around her.

"What happened after I got shot?"

"You know what happened. You read the report, and I bet Kat and HB told you all that Marco left out of it."

"I'm asking you. What happened to you?"

She was silent for a moment. It all came back to her in a heartbeat.

The dark hallway, the pain, the fear, the unbearable fear of losing John. And the anger. The loneliness of taking someone's life was still fresh on her soul, and it cut through her heart like a spear.

"I got angry." she breathed silently. "John, I killed those people. They shot you, and I… I got so mad. And I killed them. Just like that."

"That's what your Dad was talking about." Myers stated silently. "Why he didn't want to let you on the mission."

"Yeah. And I failed. I did exactly the thing he warned me about."

"You didn't fail. Yes, you got angry - and if I'm right, that anger saved me. You couldn't have pulled out that stunt without being mad, right? I owe you my life. Don't you ever be sorry that you lost your temper to save my life."

His voice was stern, and Margot felt he meant every word he said, but her heart didn't believe it. After more than a decade of self loathing, it isn't easy to believe you're worthy of someone's love.

"But I am a killer." she argued - an old habit that one. "I'm not allowed on the field anymore. If there was any justice in this world, I'd be in the jail right now."

"That's rubbish. The people you killed - they weren't innocent. On the contrary - they were there to kill innocent people. And you stopped that. We're not just regular people, Margot. We're soldiers - our job is to be ruthless, when necessary. This is a war, and in a war there'll always be casualties."

"Yeah?" Margot replied. "Then why do I feel this way?"

"Because you're human." he breathed, and placed a small kiss on her forehead.

And she just couldn't block him anymore. With that small kiss, her defences crumbled, and she let him in - truly let him in.

She let him see all, all of her deepest self loath and misery, every depth of it. He gasped, feeling her despair, his fingers grabbed hard on her shoulders, and he winced.

"I'm sorry!" Margot exhaled, seeing the shocked look on his face. "I shouldn't have-"

"No, I am sorry." he pulled her close. "I'm sorry you feel that way."

He pulled her close, and holding her face in his strong hands, he kissed her. And his lips were so sweet on hers, so gentle, so slow and caressing, that she couldn't hold on to her grief.

"You can't make it better." she argued nevertheless, breaking the kiss. "This is me, John. This is what I am. I'm not a good girl, my soul is tainted, and I know it."

"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Well, who want's a good girl anyway?"

"You?" she asked. "At least you'd deserve one."

But his arms were strong around her, and his voice was low and thick when he spoke: "Shut up and let me kiss you."

Who was she to argue?

He rolled on top of her, pressed her down on the bed, and kissed her.

His lips opened hers, and his tongue entered, tasting her tears, feeling the insides of her mouth.

She made a small gasp, as the desire light up in her again. It was a fiery spark, that sent shivers to her spine, and made her heart race.

He was alive. He was here. And he was hers. The thought made her high headed.

Christ - will I ever get enough of this man?

There was a sweet, sweet weakness, that overtook her, as he touched her. His hands moved on her skin, downwards, found her breasts, tugged on her nipples, sending a shock of need and pleasure through her core.

And then his lips were on her neck, his hot breath fell on her skin, and made her shiver.

Gods, he was so strong! Even now, after his injuries, he was lean and his muscles hard, like rock under her touch. And the way he ruthlessly parted her thighs with his strong hands, made Margot feel the amazing freedom of losing her own will.

I'd let him do whatever he wishes with me.

It was an intoxicating thought, one that made her breathing shallow and her cheeks blush.

He was between her thighs now, his hungry mouth sucking hard on her nipples, and she made a moan of pain and pleasure, that made him groan out loud too.

Christ, the way he echoed all her feelings, made her hyper sensitive and madly aroused. She saw herself through his feelings - beautiful, loved, perfect. A way she'd never seen herself before, and it was almost more than she could take.

"John, damn it!" she moaned. "My Mom could come home any minute!"

He chuckled, his breathing hot on her breasts. "Last I checked, we still had time." he sent to her mind.

"John, really-"

But then his lips were on her crotch and she lost the will to argue.

"Sweet mother Mary of Christ!" she cursed, and made him chuckle. But the way his tongue found her clit and pressed on it, making small circles around it, was just crazy good. And then he sucked on it, sending a wave of sparks into her mind.

"Oh, please, please, please-" she breathed, and her head was spinning.

He certainly knew what to do with those lips! It didn't take long for him to lick and suck her to the edge, until she was shivering from head to toe, and begging for him to go on, to keep on doing just what he was doing, and never, ever to stop-

And just then he pulled away.

She made a cry of disappointment, but he silenced her by kissing her on the lips, and pushing her down ruthlessly. He was on top of her, and his throbbing, rock hard shaft inside of her in a heartbeat.

"Oh Christ!" Margot cried out, feeling his erection cutting her open. "Gods!"

But he gave her no mercy. With just a few long, hard and fast thrust he pushed her over the edge, and she came, her orgasm washing over her like a tsunami.

"Damn you, John Myers." Margot breathed, when finally coming to. She opened her eyes to see the super self confident smile on his lips. "I thought you said, 'No games, just us.'"

He was still inside of her, his cock still hard and yearning, but he didn't seem to be in a particular hurry.

"This is me." he smiled, and stole a kiss, swirling his hips slowly against her on a way that made her gasp.

"Well, you certainly put those gorgeous lips of yours in good use." she murmured.

But he didn't answer, just kissed her again, and this time with more determination.

Yeah, he is still in need. No more chit chat, Margot.

She answered his kiss, and let his tongue find hers. His heart was pounding in his chest, that dear heart of his, the one she'd held in her hands.

He pushed deep inside of her a few times, groaning with every thrust, but then pulled out, and sat back on the bed, on his knees, taking a good look at her.

Their contact was broken, and suddenly it made Margot feel insecure.

Damn, he was so beautiful! His dark hair a mess, red spots on his pale cheeks, his lips red and swollen from all the kissing - and his large, thick erection throbbing against his abdomen, longing for her to touch it.

"How do you want me?" she breathed. "You want me to suck it?"

Something flashed in his eyes, something dark, and the memory made Margot blush.

"Not now." he replied. "Turn around."

His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like a command. Without a blink, Margot obeyed. She rolled on her belly, and spread her legs for him.

And then he was on top of her, pushing deep inside of her.

Christ, it felt so good like this! Margot had to bite her lip not to scream out loud. Her flesh was tender and hypersensitive after the two orgasms he'd given her, and she felt with agonizing clarity every inch of his cock as it entered her.

But he wasn't going to last long now, she knew it without even reading his mind.

His rhythm was fast and raw, his hips hitting hard against her backside, and she felt his need as if it was her own.

It only took a few deep thrust more, and he came, groaning.

Half an hour later, Martha Heinemann stepped into her home, followed by her husband who was carrying multiple bags of groceries and Christmas presents

"We're back!" she shouted from the door, just to make sure.

"Great!" Margot's voice replied from the living room. "I'm starving!"

She walked in, removing her coat, and followed her daughter's voice.

The young couple was comfortably slacking on the couch in the living room (and yes, it was obvious they were a couple now), sipping some steaming, strong and delicious Gluhwein. Margot lay on the sofa, her legs on Myers' lap, and he had this silly grin on his lips, like a guy who's just won in a lottery.

"So, you'll be staying then?" Martha asked.

Myers blushed - he seemed to do that quite often. "If it's not too much of a trouble? I mean, I understand if it is… I can go to a hotel, if-"

"None sense." Martha smiled. "Sending you to a hotel on Christmas Eve? After putting an end to the 'Slipknot with ukulele' thing? Of course you'll stay - I'll make you a bed on the spare room."

"Thank you, Mam." Myers replied, his cheeks burning, and he glanced at Margot on a way that secretly made Martha very happy.

"Stefan." she turned to say to her husband who now entered the room. "We have a Christmas guest. Be nice."

"Aren't I always?" he chuckled, but the look in his eyes when he saw Myers was the one of an overprotective father. It was a good thing Martha had had time to warn him in the car.

"Dr. Heinemann." Myers said, and managed to get up from the sofa, even if Margot's feet in his lap made it somewhat difficult for him. "It is a pleasure to meet you again."

The older man took a long, evaluative look of Myers, and everything in him seemed to say 'If you hurt my girl, I'll make sure you pay for it' - but finally he offered his hand, and Myers took it.

"Merry Christmas, Agent Myers." Dr. Heinemann said.

"Merry Christmas, Sir." Myers replied somewhat stiffly.

"Oh come on!" exclaimed Margot, hopping to her feet. "Dad - John is a great guy, stop acting like an overprotective ass. John - that's my Dad, relax! And Mom - I'm starving! When are we going to eat?!"

"As soon as you'll help me with the dinner preparations, darling." Martha said, and picked up a bag with groceries, heading towards kitchen. "And John, dear. Would you give me a hand too?"

"Yes, Mam." he stated, clearly relieved, and quickly followed her out of the living room.

"And stop calling me 'Mam'." Martha stated. "Do as Margot said, and relax. It's Christmas after all."

"Yeah, it's Christmas." said Margot, who had followed them, wrapping her arms around Myers' waist. "And I'm so happy I could burst."

And there it was, a smile on her daughter's lips. The one and only Christmas present Martha Heinemann had been hoping for.

And thus ends the "Part I - Bored to death"! Margot and Myers are happily together, but do not worry my friends, new drama is heading their way and there'll be another round of broken hearts and near death situations in the "Part II - My baby left me!" Keep on reading, and please, please, if you've managed to read this far, take the time to leave a review - they do mean the world to me. Thank you!