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The doorbell rings and Mere hurries off to get it, leaving Cristina alone leaning against the kitchen bench, a glass of wine in her hand as her lips curl upwards and she takes another sip.
"See you don't hate Christmas you're smiling." Jackson says from where he stands, leaning against the kitchen door.
"Still don't like Christmas." Cristina grumbles, taking another sip of wine as she tries, and promptly fails to wipe the grin off of her face.
"Come on-" Jackson starts, making his way towards her, completely forgetting to get Alex a second beer as was his reason for entering the kitchen.
Cristina's glass sits on the bench behind her as she wraps her arms around Jackson's waist. Pulling his body close to hers, she kisses him, softly at first before the kiss deepens for only a moment and then Cristina's lips are a breath away from Jackson's as she whispers, "But this is the best Christmas I've ever had."
"Why?"
"Why not." Cristina shrugs, her lips press gently against Jackson's before she pulls away again and breathes, "I have you, I have Mere, I have surgery. What else could a woman want?"
"A boyfriend, a best friend and a passion, now all you need is world peace a-" Jackson smiles, the rest of his sentence is silenced by Cristina's kiss. Mistletoe hangs above them, but Cristina doesn't need an excuse to kiss Jackson, and as her fingers curl around his shirt she wonders if Alex would mind if they borrowed his room for a little bit.
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AN: Last chapter the gift that Cristina was wrapping was a jacket that Jackson had pointed out when they passed a store about a month before Christmas and Cristina remembered and bought it for him.