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The windows, the walls and the curtains help keep the world at bay, help keep the snow that is hurling towards the ground and the cold that accompanies it away from Cristina as she lies in bed, Jackson's arm wrapped around her, and their legs intertwined. Letting out a small content sigh, Cristina's eyes flutter shut again and as she curls her fingers around Jackson's, she falls back to sleep.
The warm body is gone the next time she wakes, and she can't help the small distraught sound that escapes her lips as she shuffles backwards, finding Jackson's side of the bed cold and abandoned. She doesn't want to get up, but as she hears Jackson's voice through the wall, sounding a lot like a pained, 'Fuck' so she wraps the duvet around her and heads towards the door.
"Jackson?" Cristina asks, her voice heavy with sleep as she leans against the door frame, the lights are too bright in here, blinding, and she rubs her eyes with her hand before she yawns.
"It's okay baby go back to sleep." Jackson says softly.
Her eyes adjust to the brightness and as her gaze sweeps around the room she sighs, "What are you doing?" She already knows the answer, even though it's only half up she can see the Christmas tree being assembled in the corner, she can see the box of Christmas ornaments that Jackson is sifting through, she can see the Christmas lights that are tangled at Jackson's feet and the tinsel that is draped over her couch.
"Elves work." Jackson answers, smiling over at Cristina and ignoring the roll of her eyes.
"God if you turn this into Santa's workshop I take no responsibility for my actions, I will strangle you with tinsel and it will be entirely your fault."
Jackson chuckles, his eyes meeting Cristina's as he nods solemnly, "Noted."
"Night." Cristina mumbles as she turns from the living room and steps back into her room, wanting to be asleep already. Maybe Christmas won't be too bad, she thinks as she drapes the duvet over the bed and clambers under the covers, maybe this year will be a winter wonderland.
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