A Christmas oneshot requested by Blackwing Rose of A Christmas spent at home with Ratchet, her spark partner.

Rose pulled the soft fluffy black quilt more tightly around her tall, skinny frame. It was quiet for once in the enormous mansion house she shared with Jade and Leiana. Christmas eve had stolen both her sisters away to their spark partners. Wasn't it just her luck that Ratchet had been assigned patrol duty because of the snow that blanketed the ground? It was more likely to cause accidents and injuries, though who would be out in this sort of weather Christmas eve? People were most likely huddled inside by a roaring fire, cuddled up under blankets with loved ones and possibly exchanging a few gifts before the hubbub of the next days activities.

The British girl sighed at the emptiness all around her and carefully picked up her glass of mulled wine. It was a blood red wine with a sweet fruity flavor and she enjoyed drinking it immensely around Christmas time. She let the hot liquid flow down her throat, warming her more than the quilt or even the mediocre fire she'd built within their living room fire place. She'd considered calling Starscream through their bond to keep her company, but she knew the seeker would most likely want to be left alone on this night. And what's worse, she told herself. If he ended up responding and coming at all, he'd probably stay and if Ratchet caught him there…at night…with his charge…Well, Rose didn't want any scandalous activities going on at their house. Especially on Christmas eve. She set the glass back down after draining it entirely.

Rose picked up a nearby fire poker and began idly stirring the fire, watching as the sparks mingled with the flames amidst the marble fireplace. She'd already called her family in England earlier on that day. Her mother was at a party with her step dad and little brother Alfie and her real father was off with his new wife on holiday in Cornwall. Why did everyone seem to have Christmas plans without her?

She sank back onto the couch, curling her long graceful legs behind her knees and settling her head against a throw pillow. What she wanted more than anything else on this Christmas eve was to be with her beloved Ratchet. She'd initially asked him if she could accompany him on his rounds but the medic would have nothing of the sort. It was incredibly cold out tonight, snow was still falling and he wouldn't risk her getting chill and becoming ill or involved in an accident if he somehow lost his balance on a patch of black ice, or if another vehicle collided with himself. Ratchet would never put her at such risk and had left her behind.

"Ratchet." She murmured, missing him terribly, as it usually was when she was apart from him. Rose wanted to feel those strong arms holding her safely inside them. Hear his deep baritone voice croon sweet nothings in her ear and those lips…pressed firmly against hers, possessively, as if she were the only living creature in the world that were his and his alone. She was. In all eternity, there was no one else that could command her heart like the Autobot medic could. He had her, and she loved him.

Rose sighed and sat upright again. She looked fondly at the stockings labeled Rose, Lala, Jade, Princess and Xulu hanging over the fireplace, filled to the brim with presents conspired by and bought by each sister for the other as well as the pets. She glanced underneath their luminously decorated Christmas tree which again, had massive amounts of presents stacked neatly under it. She'd been so excited for Christmas to come and open them all up and see what her friends and sisters had so graciously gotten for her, and to see their faces when they opened their presents as well. But the only thing she wanted at the moment for Christmas, was Ratchet and he wasn't coming. Might as well go to bed.

She drew the quilt more tightly around her frame to keep the cold at bay for a while longer. Rose turned down the flames in the fireplace until nothing was left, not even a spark of light. The British girl took one last look at the Christmas card like scene that was their living room and headed up the stairs dejectedly. At least her sisters were having fun with their spark mates. She just couldn't bring herself to be happy for them as she trudged up the stairs all by her lonesome. If only some kind of Christmas miracle would happen to lift her spirits. She doubted it.

Rose entered her own room, closing the door behind her and plopping down onto her cold, empty bed. She looked fondly over at Xulu in her aquarium habitat, tidly finishing off the remains of a cricket meal. Christmas dinner. Rose mused to herself, draping the blankets around her shoulders and up to her chin. "Happy Christmas Xulu." She said more cheerfully than she felt. She gazed out her Skylight and was instantly dismayed. She'd forgotten that it had snowed all day, was still snowing. It covered up the stars she so longed to see. With a sigh of disappointment, Rose, turned over on her side and closed her eyes. Sleep claimed her within a few minutes.

A sharp tapping noise awoke poor Rose up. She groaned, having been ripped away from an intensely nice dream, her eyes blinking to adjust to the total darkness. She heard the tapping again and roused herself fully from sleep. It was coming from her window! That could only mean one thing. It was an Autobot! Now either it was an emergency or it was Ratchet! She hoped it wasn't both. She drew her quilt over her silk lacey black nightie and went straight to the window. She drew aside the curtains and low and behold, there, standing outside her window, shoulders already dusted with white powdery snow, was her dream come true. Ratchet must have been done with his rounds and come to see her!

She broke into a delighted smile, watching as his azure optics instantly focused on her. She opened the window, shivering as a gust of arctic wind chilled her to her very bones. "Ratchet!" She cried out, watching as he stood there and smiled warmly at her. He placed his neon hands onto his hips and his smile faded as he scanned her. "Rose close your windows, the temperature is dropping drastically in your room." He scolded, shaking a finger at her. "You'll develop hypothermia in a matter of minutes in this weather and it also cannot be good for your arachnid."

Rose rolled her eyes good naturedly. "Only if you come in." She insisted and giggled at the thought of it. She meant his holoform of course but it was still comical to picture his enormous 18 foot high body trying to fit itself into their mansion.

Ratchet nodded, then motioned for her to close the windows. She was only too happy to oblige. She shut them, thanking the heater for being already on and warming her up already. Rose watched as Ratchet shifted gears, turned, clicked and folded down into his search and rescue hummer form. Red lights blaring, he made his way carefully to the other side of the mansion to the garage he often spent the night in. Hound wasn't present, as he usually was in that garage at night. Since Jade had gone off with Skyfire, the scout had decided to spend the evening at the base.

He pulled into the empty garage as it opened for him. The snow that had accumulated on his armor was slowly melting away, leaving a trail of water that would dry in time. Though he would have to apply oil and lubricants when he returned to the base to keep from rusting. Ratchet sighed happily at the warmth washing over his body. It was a welcome change from the drastically cold environment he'd just come from. And with much better company. He activated his holoform and walked out of the garage. Ratchet headed up to the familiar hallways and up the stairs to his beloved's room, where he knocked courteously upon the door.

He heard his love's whimsical giggling coming from inside the door. "It had better not be Santa Clause." She laughed and went to the door. "Ah yes Ratchet, I've been expecting you darling." Rose mused as he took her up in his arms. "Bout bloody time too."

I am sorry my star." Ratchet apologized, his handsome holoform running a rugged hand through his light brown hair. He blinked his impossibly blue eyes at his charge and love. "I patrolled the area and no one was on the road, however I did have to stop and help a couple who's vehicle had stalled. I gave them a jump and their car was working but I insisted upon giving them a ride myself back to their domicile, in case it should break down again."

Rose smiled warmly in his arms. Her spark mate was always so thoughtful of others and had gone out of his way to help the couple. She'd wanted to see him, but was glad that he'd helped them.

"Ratchet, have I ever told you your bloody brilliant mate?" She smiled as he scooped her up in his inhumanly strong arms and held her close, planting a tender kiss upon her forehead.

"Many times my dear." The medic answered as he walked the young woman over to her bed. "Though I never tire of hearing it." He slowly lowered her to the bed, draping the blankets up to her chin and climbing in beside her. "You should really wear a more insulating night attire my star." He said, looking over her thin, yet shapely nightie. His eyes lingered longer than they ought to. She was just so incredibly beautiful, he couldn't help looking at her long slender legs, slim waist, and amazing…eyes.

Rose smirked as she watched him gaze at her. "You like it though really. You know you do." She teased, trailing her arm across his chest and down his tightly toned stomach. "Come cuddle." She pouted, patting the bed beside her. "Your making me lonely Ratchet."

Ratchet chuckled and ruffled her hair tenderly. "Of course my dear. I would never keep you wanting." He gently settled into the bed beside her and she draped the rest of the blankets safely around him. She knew he didn't need it in the least to keep warm, but she wanted to be as close to him as possible. She sighed happily as Ratchet put his burly arm around her, holding her close to his rippled chest. She let her hand, trail down his neon medical shirt, feeling every muscle, every curve of his synthetic flesh and enjoying herself immensely. "I do love your cuddles." The medic crooned in that deep sexy voice he knew she couldn't resist. "How did I ever do without you all these years my star?"

Rose was about to answer when Ratchet began softly stroking her neck. Chills ran up and down her spine and she feared she would melt at his touch. All she could do was moan blissfully in a very soft voice and say his name. "Mmm Ratchet…give me a back rub?" She asked, quivering her lower lip in the famous puppy dog expression. If he wasn't going to play fair with his irresistible voice, than she wouldn't play fair either. Rose knew he could never find the will to deny her request with that face.

"Of course my love." Ratchet smiled, his carewarn face lighting up at the prospect of being more intimate with his lover. "And you needn't have used the "puppy dog eyes" as young Leiana puts it. "I would be happy to relieve any stress and tension you may be carrying in your beautiful shoulders and lower back, as well as your elegant swan like neck."

Rose blushed profusely at being found out. "Alright then, get to it." She mumbled, climbing on top of his lap to sit between his legs. This earned another chuckle from the medic.

"Right my dear, just relax." Ratchet told her. He laid his hands gently along her shoulders and began massaging. She relaxed instantly in his touch, loving the feeling of her tension just melting away.

Rose relaxed in the medic's grip, feeling his doctor's hands working his way down her back, seeking every crevice, massaging away any knots or sore spots she had until she was putty in his hands. Rose almost drifted off to sleep when she moved her foot slightly and hit something hard and unexpected. She frowned, leaning forward and letting his hands slide from her back. She picked up the blanket and found the offending foreign object. "Oh yeah." She grinned, scooping up the book. It was a copy of "The Night Before Christmas." "The early Christmas present Sam gave to me. Apparently, it's a tradition in his family to read this book out loud on Christmas eve."

Ratchet peered curiously at the book she held in her hands. It wasn't very big, a children's book really. "So many Earth traditions." He mused, pulling Rose closer to him and wrapping his arms protectively around her slender waist. "Perhaps we should partake in Sam Witwicky's family tradition."

Rose smiled and reached upward, turning on an overhead lamp to shine more light to read by. "Ok, we'll do the old Witwicky tradition." She opened the Christmas decorated book. It had a picture of Santa Clause on the front and on the first page a cozy looking fireplace with stockings hung ready to be stuffed with presents.

Rose took a deep breath and began reading from the first page in her pleasant, bell like soothing voice. "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there."

Ratchet frowned peering over at the book. "And why would foot insulation wear be hung over the fireplace? They could fall and catch fire, not to mention the horrible odor emulating throughout the house through the draft the chimney would carry."

The gothic girl laughed and shook her head. "They aren't like, actual stinky socks like Sam wears. They are big red and white stockings, big enough to fit presents in. It's another tradition." She explained. "They wouldn't stink up the house. And your not supposed to have a fire burning while they are up." She turned the page and continued reading.

"The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap."

Ratchet scratched his human head in confusion and again looked to the book. He pointed to the picture of the two darling little children all snug in their beds with a thought balloon of sugar plums hovering above them. "Are those children on hallucinogenic substances?" He asked, bewildered. "Why would visions dance amongst their minds?"

Rose giggled at this and rolled her eyes good naturedly. "No they aren't on drugs love." The bed shook a bit with her mirth. "They are dreaming of sweets. You get a lot of sweets around Christmas time."

"Ah." Ratchet nodded as if he'd figured out the answer. "They will have to balance out their diet with good nutritional foods like vegetables and red meat to balance out the sugar intake."

"Can I just get on with reading this Ratchet?" Rose pleaded, biting her lip a bit. "There's loads more to go."

"Ratchet nodded. "Yes Rose, please continue. I find this story quite puzzling but it is pleasant when read aloud by such a beautiful siren voiced femme such as yourself."

Rose blushed and held the book closer to her face and continued the story. "When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash." The British girl stopped her reading and cast a wary eye to Ratchet, wondering if he'd ask yet another question. To her surprise, he said nothing, only gaped fearfully at the book as if it were a horror story where the hero was about to meet a very gruesome and untimely end. She shrugged and continued.

"The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer." She raised an eyebrow when she felt and heard Ratchet laughing behind her.

"That man who is telling the story must have partaken in as much sugary treats as his offspring." Ratchet concluded. "He believes he is seeing miniature reindeer upon his rooftop."

"He's not high off sugar Ratch." Rose insisted. "In this story he's really seeing all of this." She continued to read despite his confusion. "With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

Ratchet smirked and Rose was just about to ask why when he pointed at the book again, this time at Santa's reindeer flying in the sky. "This is most definitely impossible Rose. I scanned the world wide web for these "reindeer" and they most certainly cannot fly."

"That's the beauty of it Ratch." Rose smiled tenderly. "It's magic. Father Christmas's magic. How else could they fly?"

Ratchet frowned. "There is no such thing as magic. If this sleigh were powered by the most high tech equipment, rockets, thrusters, wings, anything of that nature, I would believe it could fly. It would alleviate the usage of reindeer."

Rose again rolled her eyes and giggled. "I'll give him your number then Ratch k?" She said. "Then you can build him a much cooler sled. Shall I continue?"

Ratchet gave her a nod. "Though I prefer you not giving out my signature number to strangers who insist on breaking the laws of physics. Inventions of that sort are Skyfire's strong points, not mine."

"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too." She didn't pause anymore. If Ratchet continued to question the story they would never get through it. Rose didn't feel like throwing the book across the room out of sheer irritation. Which is what would end up happening if she didn't finish it soon. "And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound."

"Just who is this St. Nicholas?" Ratchet frowned, pointing at the picture of the man dressed in a red coat trimmed with white fur and a matching hat. "Why does he come down the chimney of a house rather than a door? Isn't that what you humans call, breaking and entering?"

Rose closed the book and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She took a deep breath and slowly turned to face her beloved Ratchet. "St. Nicholas, Father Christmas, Santa Clause. He's a fictional character love. Most cultures have a version of him. Parents tell their children that if they are good all year round, on Christmas eve, Father Christmas comes by the house and leaves gifts in their stockings. If they've been bad, its only coal. He goes down chimneys because he doesn't want to disturb the family's from their sleep. He does only come at night you know."

Ratchet looked confused again. "He comes to every house on Christmas eve?"

"Well…not everyone celebrates Christmas, so no." Rose pondered, wrinkling her nose in thought. "There's Kwanza and Chanukah…He doesn't go to those houses."

Ratchet tapped his chin thoughtfully then took the book lightly out of Rose's hand. "By Primus…" He said amazed, reading the passage again. "How does this normal human make it to every house that celebrates Christmas all in one night? Without his sleigh being without any technological advances?"

"Maybe he has help from Skyfire?" Rose joked. "Maybe Skyfire wasn't frozen at all like we've believed. Maybe he's been Santa's secret help all the while." She giggled at the image of Santa and his elves loading up the Cybertronian space shuttle. "Maybe he's there right now as we speak."

Ratchet furrowed his brows and handed the book back to her. "Plausible." He said after thinking for a minute. "Though it would be horrible to think Skyfire has been leading us on to believe he was trapped when he was really partaking in festive Christmas activities year after year."

Rose had had enough. She gently placed the book on her nightstand and turned herself over so that she was laying across Ratchet, her arms resting across his chiseled chest and her head laid against his shoulder. "Ratchet, I'm tired of reading." she said truthfully, though it was mostly his fault. "Let's do something else?" She asked, almost pleading with her guardian.

Ratchet gave her a warm, knowing smile and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Anything for you my love." He winked at her, giving her forehead a tender kiss. She was teasing him right now, lying on top of him the way she was. Her soft supple body pressed against his with only a thin layer of material to separate their bodies. She had no idea, absolutely none, how much she tempted him, tormented him, made him want her. "What would you like to do on this Christmas even night? Not become a sugar induced hallucinating human like in that book?"

"Forget the book Ratchet, I want to gaze out at the stars with you." Rose replied, pointing up at her frosted skylight. "But my windows all snowed in, guess we'll have to go outside."

Ratchet frowned and held her up at arms length so that she would have to look him in the eye. "I will agree to this, only if you dress in the appropriate winter attire and not this thin cloth you have barely wrapped around yourself."

Rose playfully twiddled Ratchet's nose with her finger and pressed her lips against his. He sought her mouth hungrily wondering if she knew exactly what she was doing to drive him crazy. "Of course I'll get properly dressed Ratchet." Rose whispered when they finally parted. She nibbled on his earlobe slightly, letting her tongue glide across the thin skin and send tingles throughout his holoform. "But that mean's I'll have to change. And you'll have to be a gentleman…"

Yes, she definitely knew what she was doing.

Ratchet sighed, taking a deep cleansing breath and nodded. "Of course my love. I shall meet you outside so that you may change and properly insulate yourself." He disappeared without a word, the holoform vanishing as easily as it had appeared. Inside the garage, Ratchet revved his engine and approached the closed door. It flickered to life at his approach, motion sensors making it open for him.

Rose quickly threw on a thick woolen green sweater, lovingly knit together by Sam's mother Mrs. Witwicky. She smiled as she slid on her black snow pants, ski socks and boots. She'd be warm outside alright. Particularly if Ratchet held her tight.

"He'll have nothing to say to this." She said out loud, satisfied that her warm winter outfit would do out in the cold of the night. "Then we can look into the heavens together." She strode out of her room, excitement filling her to the brim as she headed for the door. Ratchet was already waiting for her outside. Completely transformed, and with the house's Christmas lights reflecting off of his neon armor, he waited for her.

Rose twirled around in the snow for him, merrily showing off her winter gear. Her black jacket she'd grabbed at the door whirled around her skinny frame, mingling with the scarlet hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall. She hit a patch of ice, hidden treacherously beneath the snow and slipped. Rose would have fallen on her face if not for the swift actions of her spark partner.

Ratchet's hand curled around her, catching her as she fell and scooped her gently off the ground. His warm chuckling filled the air as he held her up to eye level. His azure blue optics glinted in the dark of the night, making Rose shield her eyes for a breif second with her gloved hand. "My dear sweet Rose." Ratchet said to her, his deep baritone voice brimming with amusement. "I realize that you are excited at the prospect of your favorite pastime of stargazing, but that is no excuse to throw caution to the wind."

Rose rolled her eyes and playfully smacked his thumb. "It's your own fault really." She snarked, folding her arms across her chest. "I was distracted by all the joys of having dressed properly. I wanted to show you and I slipped. So there!" She stuck out her tongue at him.

Ratchet chuckled again, a sound that was music to her ears. She loved hearing him laugh, seeing him happy. He was always cooped up in the med lab, working on something or someone. It was a nice change to see the medic out and about and having some…god forbid it…fun.

He set her gently up on the roof, above where her own room sat. He transformed back into his search and rescue hummer vehicle mode as she immediately began wiping the snow off of her skylight. Content that it was clear so that she could see out of it later, Rose scooted away from the window and lay against the flat roof. She put her arms behind her head, making a pillow for herself and grinned when Ratchet's holoform appeared beside her.

Rose snuggled close to him, gravitating toward his open arms. Opened for her, sheltering and wanting only her presence inside their protective embrace. She sighed happily as his large, careworn hands stroked her arm lovingly. She laid her head across his shoulder and gazed into the now clear sky. It had mercifully stopped snowing and the winter winds had pulled the clouds away from her view.

The sky was glittered with thousands of tiny twinkling stars. Dazzling the heavens with their holy light upon the eve of the most celebrated time of the year. They shone with a radiance that filled her eyes with wonder and humbled her heart. She felt so small in comparison to the ebony sky dotted with diamonds amidst its everlasting body. She checked her watch, almost midnight. "Aren't they beautiful Ratchet darling?" She asked, her voice hushed, in awe of the celestial display of lights above her.

"Yes I agree." Ratchet whispered in her ear, kissing it slightly. Rose shivered, giggling to herself and feeling her face turn a faint crimson with blush. "But they pale in comparison with yours my dear."

"Oh Ratchet…you always say I'm beautiful." She answered, love in her voice for the mech that had stolen her heart. "You are too mate. You've made me love the color neon yellow." She giggled again at his confused expression. "You make me so happy Ratchet." Her watched beeped twelve small little beeps. Midnight. "Happy Christmas Ratchet." She smiled and kissed his cheek lightly.

Whack! Rose blinked and felt the top of her head. Snow…Ratchet hadn't just…No, it wasn't possible. Ratchet would never have just made a snowball and smashed it gently over her head…

"And a merry Christmas to you too my star!" He laughed as she sat up, her arms going to her head immediately.

"You…you just…" She stammered, unable to process the fact that Ratchet had just hit her with a snowball.

"Yes, and I'll do it again." He teased, grabbing a handful of snow. "So take caution that you do not fall off the roof."

"Oh bloody hell, you've done it now mate." Rose smirked gleefully. She grabbed a handful of snow in her bare hands, formed it into a nicely packed little ball and chucked it straight at Ratchet's head!

He ducked with inhuman speed and sent his own, flying in her direction. She barely had any time to dodge but managed to only get nicked on the side a little. Rose laughed and scooped up more snow, determined to hit him as he dove to the side to find to counterattack. She watched his face, lined with laughter and without a crease of worry for their safety. All the signs of age had left him, leaving his electric blue eyes charged with boyish enthusiasm. All his years seemed lifted from his spark, all the pain of the seeing mechs and other life die, all the suffering he'd had to endure and loneliness over the countless years of existence melted like the snow in her warmed hands.

Ratchet was a sparkling again, not a care in the world, not a doubt or worry in his processor. Rose had to wonder, if there were such a possibility as Christmas magic. Or at least a Christmas miracle.

"Bloody wanker!" Rose shrieked as a well aimed snowball hit her right in the chest. "I'll show you!" She picked up yet more snow until she got an enormous armload and began marching toward her spark partner's holoform. Her eyes widened in alarm as she stepped to the side, slipping on the cool, white snow. Ratchet was at her side an in instant, grabbing her arm to support her if she fell.

"Are you alright Rose?" He asked, the worry back onto his face. "Perhaps we should…"

He didn't get to finish that sentence. Rose grinned mischievously at him and dumped the entire load of snow she'd been carrying over his head! "Shouldn't be so gullible!" She finished laughing hysterically at the surprised and shocked look on his face. She shrieked with delight as he scooped her up into his arms and ran with her cradled there safely. He leapt off the roof like one of Santa's reindeer and deposited her with a plop onto an enormous snow bank, his holoform disappearing before she hit.

"Touché…" She spat out a mouthful of snow as The search and rescue hummer approached her. If he had been in his robot mode, or in holoform, she swore he would have worn a triumphant smirk of his own. The door flew open for her and she hoisted herself inside, snow falling off of her coat in clumps.

The heater blasted inside of his cab and Rose stuck her hands against it gratefully as the seatbelt wound its way around her body, tenderly and gently. "Come inside with me again?" She asked as Ratchet once again, entered their garage.

"I really should be getting back to the base." Ratchet replied, with a sad undertone lacing his voice. "I have some work in the lab that I've neglected to do and there might be others in distress on this night. The roads are quite icy."

"Just for a little while love." Rose pleaded. "Just until I fall asleep? Please?"
That look again. The one he just couldn't resist.

Ratchet sighed in defeat, knowing he was beaten. "Until you are asleep." He agreed.

Rose smiled and kissed the steering wheel lightly. "You're the best Ratch." She said softly. "I love you, know that?"

"And I love you my precious flower." Ratchet responded, watching as she carefully got out of his cab and hung up her wet coat. She shed her winter gear, tossing it into the hamper near the cellar door. She'd do the laundry later. Right now, she had something much more pressing on her mind. She smiled mischievously as she grabbed the hanging mistletoe from the stairwell and tucked it neatly inside her bra. Still wearing her tight naughty nightie, she strode into her bedroom once more, waiting patiently. He appeared sooner than she'd expected, wrapping his strong, muscled arms tenderly around her waist. She sighed with pleasure as he kissed up and down her neck, gently letting his tongue slide across her ear and nibbling on the top tenderly.

"Have you any idea…how deliciously tempting you are in that attire?" He asked her, once again, filling with desire. "I believe you do it on purpose sometimes."

Rose smirked, turning around and wrapping her slender porcelain arms around his neck. "This is what I always wear to bed love." She whispered, letting her lips brush against his neck ever so slightly to his throat and up to his mouth. "That isn't on purpose, but this is." She casually reached into her bra and procured the mistletoe. She threw it on the bed and winked.

Ratchet looked confused for a moment and then looked to her. "What is the purpose of that plant?" He asked her.

"It's mistletoe, another Christmas tradition." Rose explained, letting her hands slide down his back affectionately. "Your supposed to kiss the one you love under it."

"But you've thrown it on your bedding." Ratchet pointed out. "We would have to go under your bed to kiss under it, or at least under your covers." His eyes widened as he realized that's what she'd intended.

"Of course we would." Rose insisted. "Why else would I throw it there?"

Ratchet scooped her up in his arms, leaning downward to plant a passionate kiss upon her lips. "Then shall we partake in another Christmas tradition?" he winked at her.

"If you insist." Rose blushed as Ratchet carried her over to the bed. He gently deposited her on top of it, then climbed on himself. Then the covers were drawn and both slipped silently under them.

The sounds of love soon filled the room, breaking the silence of the night. Another Christmas miracle in the making.

Merry Christmas Rose! Hope you like your oneshot!

Love Always

Jade