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Exhausted from battling through the winter that December brings, all Jackson wants to do when he gets home is kiss Cristina hello, have a warm shower, and cuddle up on the couch wearing track pants while Cristina eats cereal out of the box beside him. Winter weather may be want some people crave all year long, but Jackson hates to cold, hates to be soaked to the bone, and he especially hates driving through this sort of weather, alongside hundreds of lunatics who think they are in some version of Mario cart as they speed down the road to certain death.

The apartment seems empty as Jackson locks the door behind him, dumping his bags on the floor; he smiles towards the heater as a wall of warmth hits him, such a nice change to the weather outside. The rest of the apartment is dark, except for the light that bleeds underneath a door, and Jackson flicks a few lights on as he heads towards it, knowing he will find Cristina there.

"No don't come in!" Cristina honest to god almost shrieks as the door opens, Jackson is left in stunned silence for a few seconds before the door almost hits Jackson in the face as Cristina swiftly kicks it shut, slamming in front of Jackson, his hand barely making it out of the way. He didn't manage to get a glimpse of Cristina or inside of the room, and he stands there, trying to work out what the hell just happened.

Staring at the door in shock Jackson blinks once, twice and then he gently tries the door handle again, softly twisting it before opening the door just a crack as he asks hesitantly, "Cristina?"

"Shut the door!" Cristina yells, this time less shrill, but the anxiousness and annoyance still drips from her tone. She groans again before the sound of something heavy hitting the floor reaches Jackson's ears.

Fighting every desire to push the door open completely and look inside, Jackson takes a deep breath and simply asks, "What are you doing in there?"

Cristina gives an exasperated sigh, "I am trying to wrap your present."

"You bought me a present?" Jackson asks, somewhat surprised. Cristina had a very strong no tree policy at the start of December, and yet now less than a fortnight away from Christmas, lo and behold there is tree sitting in her living room, complete with decorations, none that she placed however, she wasn't folding entirely, she said it could be there, but she would have no part it putting it up. Obviously Jackson didn't even consider for a moment not buying Cristina a present, but he did pause at the thought of Cristina doing the same.

"Course." Cristina says, her tone different this time. Jackson can picture the expression on her face right now, and he wants to open the door, but he knows she doesn't want him to, but with his curiosity battling alongside his desire to see Cristina, he is barely keeping his hand off the handle.

"Cris-" Jackson starts, wanting to tell her that he doesn't need his presents wrapped, he doesn't care, it is their second Christmas together, but it is their first Christmas as a couple and he couldn't care less about the presents, her presence was present enough, but he knows a line like that would only earn him a groan followed by a sigh followed by an eye roll which would be followed by Mere mocking him about it for about a month.

"I was going to get it wrapped in the mall but the queue was really long, and.." Cristina says cutting him off, she groans again and swears, and Jackson doesn't laugh but he can't help but grin, making him glad that he didn't poke his head into the room after all.

Jackson waits for a moment, before pushing the door open a little further as he asks, "Do you-"

Despite Jackson opening the door as slowly as possible to try and not catch Cristina's attention, her voice sounds closer as she yells, "Don't open the door!" Jackson sighs, and pulls the door towards him before a hand catches the other side of the door and Cristina is there, her mouth opens and then shuts as her eyes trail up Jackson and she says, "You are sodden."

"It's wet out." Is all Jackson offers in reply.

Cristina considers this for a moment, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she ignores the Christmas tree that sits somewhere behind Jackson. Jackson gives an involuntary shiver and Cristina's expression changes as she watches him for a moment more. Her fingers press against Jackson's cheek before she says, "Get in the shower before you leave a puddle in my apartment."

"Our apartment." Jackson corrects, the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them and they make him smile, he loves the way 'our' shapes his mouth, he loves how it sounds, but not as much as he loves Cristina.

"Our apartment." Cristina concedes, a small smile touching the corner of her mouth, she still loves saying it. Leaning forward, she opens the door a little bit and as Jackson tilts his head to get a better look, she presses her mouth against his and kisses him softly. Their lips part and his follow hers again, needing more, for a few seconds she obliges, kissing back as hungrily as him, but all too soon she pulls away and whispers, "Now go shower, I'll be done by the time you get out."

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