Author's Note: This is a pinch hit written in response to the CCOAC Christmas Fanfic Exchange. It's written especially for klcm! The prompts were: Last Christmas (by WHAM!), Christmas Memory, Fairy Lights, & Mistletoe. All of them will be used in the story.

I'm sorry for the delay in getting this chapter posted, I'd hoped to have it done by now! I started it the other night, but then Dirty Dancing came on, and Johnny started sweet-talking Baby, and there was that hot scene with his back muscles, and then I just lost concentration. LOL Time just got away from me. But I've resolved to finish this story by the end of the month!

Thank you all so much for the reviews for the last chapter. I hope you like this one! - Angie

Derek, thrilled at the prospect of having a two night stand with her, buried his face in the curve between her neck and shoulder as he lifted her by the waist. She immediately wrapped her legs around him and he took the three short strides to his bed. There was no finesse to it—his knees hit the mattress and he went tumbling forward on top of her. Her breathless laughter was so damn sexy he didn't want to kiss her for fear she'd stop.

His gut told him that this was going to be a near perfect experience—and Derek's gut rarely failed him. He sat up, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it aside; he had a desperate need to feel her skin against his.

Penelope took in the sight of him: broad shoulders, wide chest with just a sprinkle of dark hair, and chiseled abs. He was amazing standing before her in his boxers and then…oh, those were gone, too, exposing the longest and thickest erection she'd ever seen. Her eyes widened as her gaze travelled up his body to his face; his lips lifted in a knowing grin. "Like what you see?" he asked huskily. His arousal clearly stated that he did.

"You're amazing," she answered, barely able to speak.

"Right back at ya, Princess."

Penelope grinned back with what she hoped was a shameless expression. She could hardly believe it—she was actually in bed with a man she barely knew, and she'd done her part in seducing him. She'd actually taken charge of the situation—for a bit, anyway.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, and then he did the most amazing thing. He started grinding his chest against hers. The friction between their bodies made her nipples harden instantly and Penelope broke the kiss, turning her head to the side with a gasp. "Oh," she groaned, lifting her hands to his arms, her nails digging into the skin on his biceps.

He dragged his body down hers until his face was level with her chest and took one of her taut peaks between his lips and sucked hard; she was certain her nails had drawn blood by now. It wasn't long before he moved on to the other one, and Penelope once again whimpered in delight, panting for breath.

She could already feel her body trembling beneath his.

She was so responsive that Derek was aching to get her off. He couldn't imagine any man being able to walk away before he'd had her writhing with bliss. Just the thought of her screaming his name had him throbbing even more. Leaving a path of moist kisses on her belly, he moved lower, and then hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her panties. "Better get these off before those snowflakes melt," he teased, pulling them down over her legs.

He returned to the spot between her thighs and paused. It was only a moment before she picked her head up off the bed, a questioning look on her face. "Ready for round one?" he asked in that deep, sexy voice of his.

Penelope nodded fervently, her head falling back against a pillow.

He leaned forward and placed his tongue just below her opening, then drew it up her slit. When his tongue brushed over her core, her hips lifted off the bed. "Derek," she shrieked.

He continued stroking her with his tongue, using a little more force each time. Then he circled her opening once, twice, three times, before his tongue dove inside of her and Penelope groaned.

"Oh, my God! What are you doing to me?" she gasped.

"Getting you ready," he answered.

"Derek, I am ready," she insisted feverishly.

"Oh, Princess. You only think you are," he disputed, returning to his task. He teased her center again until heat pierced her entire body, making her feel as if she could go up in flames at any moment. His lips surrounded her swollen core and he sucked hard; Penelope could feel the moisture seeping from her opening, but before she could give it another thought, his tongue was there to take care of it.

"Derek, please."

"Please what?"

"Make me come," she begged breathlessly. She knew what he was doing—he was taunting her…bringing her to the edge only to let her teeter there. He wanted her to know that he was making this happen; it wasn't a stroke of luck. Not just anyone could do this to her—but he could. And Penelope wanted him to make her come more than she wanted her next breath.

Derek settled his lower body between her thighs. "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, his dark eyes locking on hers.

"Please," she reiterated, causing him to chuckle. Knowing he was going to be the first man who'd ever gotten her off was an invigorating feeling. He knew this wasn't to be taken lightly. He was about to change—at least he hoped—her total perspective on men.

Derek used the tip of his cock to stroke her just as he'd used his tongue, he moved up and down between her folds. Each time he neared her opening, Penelope bucked her hips off the bed trying to take him.

She fell back onto the mattress in resignation as he pulled away from her once again. "Derek?" she said abruptly.

"Yeah, Princess?"

"Would you have still wanted me? Even if you hadn't been warned away from me. Would you have still wanted me?" she asked, almost timidly.

This was so different from the Penelope he'd seen tonight that he couldn't let the question go unanswered. He lowered his head, his lips brushing tender kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, and her jaw. "I'd have still wanted you," he assured her softly, as he pushed inside of her.

Penelope's hips rose up off the bed until she'd taken all of him. "Oooooh," she groaned as he began to slide slowly in and out of her. "Faster, Derek," she commanded, her lower body keeping pace with his. Penelope's eyelids drifted shut as he increased the tempo, his desire to make her come overtaking him. He moved faster, harder until he felt her hands squeezing his shoulders. His body ached as he thrust in and out of her until he felt her clench around his throbbing length, spasms claiming her body. Her thighs tightened around him as she cried out his name, and Derek, unable to hold back any longer, burst inside of her.

Penelope sighed in pure pleasure. Derek had made her feel as if her body was turning inside out. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her with a lazy grin on his face. He knew exactly what he'd done to her—that was good. It meant he could do it again.

She laughed breathlessly. "You were right," she said, snuggling up to him. "I have been fucking the wrong men."

He draped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "I told you so," he said in a teasing tone, lowering his lips to hers. He stroked her lower lip with his tongue, then kissed her softly before pulling away.

She sighed again as she lifted a hand to play with her hair. "I think maybe I've been kissing the wrong men, too."