Two.

"I love Christmas morning," Amy sighed, trailing a hand along Ian's bare chest.

Ian's chuckle resounded through his chest, and Amy felt the vibrations pass along to her body and straight down to her toes. Ian was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, the other around Amy's torso, and Amy lay under the crook of his arm, her head on his chest. Their legs were tangled in a white sheet, and the duvet was pulled up to Amy's chest and Ian's waist, their legs sticking out the bottom.

Amy loved it when Ian was the first thing she saw when she woke up. She especially loved it when she woke up with him in her bed. But it was moments like these that were her favourite. When they spent the night together, and didn't have to sneak off early in the morning. When they were able to enjoy each other's company like this a little longer.

"I love Christmas morning when I can spend it with you," Ian whispered, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

A small smile played on Amy's face, and she let her eyes flutter shut, basking in the heat roiling off Ian's body.

"I love you," Amy said.

Ian's cool hand ran slowly up and down Amy's arm, and Amy shivered under his touch, loving the stab of desire that erupted in her chest.

"I love you." Ian's voice was low and gentle.

Amy could feel herself drifting into a light sleep, calmed by the rhythmic caresses along her arm. But she was quickly shocked out of her reverie by a loud thumping of the door.

"Amy!" A muffled voice called through the door. The walls were soundproof, and the door kept out almost all noise when it was shut. And she knew instantly that it was Dan, because only he would know how loud he would have to speak so Amy could hear him.

"Wake up!" Dan yelled. "It's Christmas!"

Amy glanced up at Ian.

"I locked the door," she told him. "He can't get in."

Ian smirked. "Is that enough to hold back your brother?"

With a roll of her eyes, Amy lifted her head to hear better.

"What's going on?" she heard Nellie ask, her voice barely audible.

"Amy's still asleep," Dan said. "And the door's locked."

Amy heard numerous sets of footsteps run down the hall and stop outside her door.

"What's the fuss?" Natalie demanded. "You're giving me a headache."

"I'm trying to wake Amy," Dan stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh, just let her sleep a little longer. What's the harm?"

When Amy heard no reply, she craned her neck, but she couldn't hear a thing. She assumed Dan had listened to Natalie and had gone downstairs to eat, so she let her head drop back to Ian's chest.

"Told you," Amy said with a grin.

She felt Ian shrug beneath her. "That you did."

Ian reached out and hooked a finger under Amy's chin, titling her head so she faced him, and she stretched up and kissed him. Their lips melded together gently, their movements slow and tender. Ian gently cupped the side of her head and his thumb drew a line along her cheekbone and up around her eye. Amy sighed into his mouth and reluctantly drew away to look him in the eye.

"I love you," she said again, although this time, her tone was completely serious.

Ian smiled down at her, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.

"I love you, too, Amy," he murmured. "So much."

Amy returned his smile and settled comfortably into Ian's arm, turning her head so she could breath in the scent of cloves and cinnamon. She lifted her hand and placed it lightly on Ian's chest, drawing circles with her thumb.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Amy whispered.

"I won't let you find out," he promised. "Ever. You mean everything to me, love."

Amy sighed and closed her eyes.

"You're my whole world," Ian mumbled, brushing his fingertips over her shoulder.

They settled into a content silence that lasted only a brief moment before Amy's lips were on Ian's once again. She felt an intense hunger in her stomach, like a prowling beast was screaming to be fed, and she rolled onto Ian, resting her elbows on his chest. For a moment of heated passion, it felt as though they were the only two people for miles.

Until the door slammed open and Dan barged in.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed. "I thought you were asleep! Not… this." He gestured towards the bed with a flurry of his hand.

"Dan!" Amy pulled back and sat up, holding the duvet to her chest. "Get out!" she yelled, her face heating under Dan's fierce gaze.

"What's he doing in here?" he demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at Ian.

"Well, isn't that obvious?" Natalie asked, stepping into the room after Dan.

Red splotches broke out over Dan's cheeks. "Painfully obvious."

Jonah came in behind them, followed by Hamilton and Sinead. They laughed when they saw Amy's flushed cheeks and Ian's messy hair.

"The door was locked!" Amy exclaimed. "And you have no right to pick it! Now get out!"

"Put a hat on the handle next time?" Hamilton suggested mockingly.

Amy would've stood and shoved them out if she was wearing more than a sheet, and her demands had no effect on any of them. She was relieved when Ian interjected.

"Get out!" he yelled, his voice reverberating through the room.

"Okay, Kiddos," Nellie sighed, stepping into the doorway. "Give them some privacy."

And when they began to file out, Amy threw up her hands, but quickly pressed them back to her chest, remembering the duvet she was holding.

"Why is it that they listen to everyone but me?" Amy asked no one in particular.

Nellie smirked. "Because they like to pick on you. Now, if I were you, I'd get dressed pretty quickly, because Dan wants to open presents, and I don't feel like arguing with him on Christmas."

Amy nodded. "Thanks, Nellie."

Nellie nodded and stepped back. She threw a sly grin their way. "Don't have too much fun," she said, then left. As soon as the door was shut, Amy fell back onto the bed.

"That was embarrassing," she muttered.

"Quite," Ian agreed, lying beside her.

Amy turned her head and met Ian's eyes. She couldn't help the tug at the corner of her mouth, and her lips immediately stretched into a grin.

"What?" Ian asked, finding her smile contagious.

Amy stared at him a moment long before rolling over until she was on top of him. Her hair cascaded down like a curtain of red around their faces.

"This'll be a fun Christmas."