Jim Street has been getting Chris Alonso into trouble since the first day he joined SWAT. He keeps getting her in trouble long after she leaves.
The Alonso Family Christmas roars on in the living room and spilling into the hallway, glasses clinking as the door opens and more people come in. Street can't help how his eye continues to wander to Chris even through the mix of twinkling lights and jingling sweaters. It's a welcome sight and a warm sound to Street, but all he wants is to look into Chris's eyes and hear her laugh.
Wrapping up a conversation with one of her cousin's husbands through an easy laugh, Street excuses himself and tangles his way through the crowd until he lands behind Chris. His hands rest on her hips as he crowds her.
The second Chris feels Street's touch she leans into him. She misses the last words her Aunt Sherry says in favor of looking up at Street and smiling.
"Hey," she murmurs, voice soft and breath hot. Street sways them to the gentle rhythm of an old Christmas song.
"Sorry, Aunt Sherry, what did you say?"
Sherry smiles at Chris, knowing, and shakes her head.
"Nothing important. You two enjoy yourselves, I need to wrangle my boys anyway for a family picture."
Her Aunt walks off and Chris closes her eyes to let herself be completely surrounded by Street and the rich, woodsy scent of his cologne. Turning in his arms so she's facing him, Chris brings her hand to his shoulders and falls into step with him.
"You're good?" Chris checks, eyes tracing Street's face.
"I'm perfect," he says, softly so it's only for them, "I love you."
"Mm," Chris hums and sets her forehead against his neck. "I love you, too."
"Yeah?" He teases. His fingers are warm when they slip underneath the hem of her sweater to dance over her back, and he feels Chris smile against him even as she says they shouldn't.
"No one will notice for five minutes." Street counters. His breath tickles her ear and Chris shivers as goosebumps appear.
"Five minutes?" Chris whispers in a light tone.
"Not a second longer, I promise."
Looking up, Chris's eyes find Street's and then fall to the gentle line of his lips. She slides a hand down his arm to take his hand and, with a final glance around the room to make sure no one's paying attention to them, maneuvers them both through the crowd to her old bedroom.
She just gets the door closed when Street spins her around and she falls onto the bed. Giggling, Chris pushes herself up further and bends a jean-clad knee to brush against Street's side as he crawls over her.
Hunger blazing in his core, Street slots his leg between hers and holds himself up on his elbows. His breaths are heavy, and Chris bunches her fingers into the fabric at his shoulder to roughly pull his lips to hers.
It's like magic how Chris's pupils dilate and her desire grows as soon as she tastes him. Just like Chris, Street needs more. He bites gently at her lower lip until she opens her mouth, her moans spurring him onward.
The rest of the world fades out into nothingness around them.
Adjusting so he can support his weight on one arm, Street guides his touch over Chris's hip and back under the hem of her sweater. Her skin is soft and perfect, stretched over hard-earned muscle that jumps under his touch and decorated with tattoos that he's come to know like the back of his hand.
He continues his hunt upwards until his fingers hit the underwire of her bra and splay out. The brush of his hand over her chest makes Chris gasp, and her eyes open to see fire in Street's.
"That feels like lace, babe." He whispers, low and gravely, right against her cheek, smiling wider when Chris whines at his thumb tracing over the top of her bra and the curves of her chest.
Hips bucking and practically melting under his control, Chris gets her senses enough to say what she knows will drive him just as close to the edge as she is.
"It's the red one."
Street's hand stops, his eyes widening like a kid's on Christmas. Chris only adds to the image when she bites her swollen lip and looks up at him like she's completely innocent in what she's doing to him.
Picturing her body underneath him is the first time this holiday season Street wishes they'd stayed home. He wants to devour all of her.
But the only thing Street has right now is Chris's lips, so he returns his focus to them with as much intensity as he can keep quiet. His hand falls from her shirt to cradle her face in a motion Chris mirrors.
In how wrapped up they are in one another, neither notice the creak of the door opening or the Christmas music getting a hair louder. A small voice cuts through them, turning Chris's blood to ice.
"Aunty Chrissy? It's time for Christmas lights!" The voice says, though it sounds more like "kwismas whites," which would make Chris melt if she didn't want to disappear into the bedspread because a 4-year-old walked in on her.
Shoving desperately at Street's shoulder so he gets off her, Chris runs a hand through her hair and over her mouth and straightens her sweater.
"What was that, baby?" She asks her niece Jenna, crossing the floor to kneel in front of her so Street can get himself together.
"Mommy said we're gonna do Christmas lights soon and to get you!"
"Oh, we are?" Chris asks, hiding her mortification with feigned excitement that garners a toothy grin and an impatient nod from Jenna.
"Yeah!" Jenna says, tugging at Chris's hand with surprising strength in her tiny body. Laughing, Chris stands and takes Jenna with her. Her niece wraps her legs around Chris's side and locks her hands around Chris's neck, practically squealing.
With all Jenna's focus on getting outside, Chris risks a glance at Street. He's smiling at the gentle sight before him, his hair still a little mussed, and Chris motions with her head for him to follow.
The rest of Chris's family is making their way outside when Chris appears with Jenna. Setting her down on the grass, Jenna runs to the rest of her cousins and Chris finds a spot next to Tomas, Street lingering within a few feet.
"Where were you?" Tomas murmurs with a smirk. Chris elbows him and crosses her arm.
"Nowhere."
"Okay!" Sarzo's bold voice overtakes them both. Her whole family stands crowded around the house where Sarzo has a cord in each hand, just waiting to be connected.
"Merry Christmas!" Sarzo shouts as he clicks them together. The house and lawn light up in a flurry of red and green, cheers erupting as the kids break away to run around the sparkling silhouettes of reindeers and a stack of presents.
Their parents yell at them to be careful, but they're grinning, too, and a line forms to tell Sarzo how wonderful it looks. Chris and Street are near the end.
"It's incredible," Street says, the second they're in front of him.
"Like every year." Chris adds, "It's perfect, Uncle Sarzo."
A surprised laugh escapes Chris when Sarzo pulls her into a hug, and another when he does the same to Street.
"Thank you, Merry Christmas, you two."
It's like a herd with all the kids corralled as everyone heads back inside. They're kicking off their shoes into a messy pile and filling the space again when Jenna's small voice is heard again, this time much louder.
"That's what I saw Aunt Chrissy doing with Uncle Street!"
Silence falls so quickly Chris is convinced it's crushed her, a furious blush appearing up her neck and onto her cheeks. Like a rocket, their heads all snap to the TV where Jenna's pointing, and jaws fall to the floor.
"I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" is displayed large and bright on the screen next to cartoons of women on Santa's lap, all their lips smushed together.
All things considered, it could be a lot worse, but Chris feels her anxiety spike the second realization settles onto the room and a cacophony of voices starts.
"What do you mean?" "Where were they?" "A nice Christmas present for them, then."
No idea what she's just set in motion, Jenna scurries off to sit with the rest of the kids and finish making felt ornaments. Knowing they won't get answers from her, the attention turns to Chris.
She looks back at Street in a last ditch hope for some support, but his blanched face is all she sees and she sighs.
"Really, Christina!" Her Aunt Renee starts, voice shrill and disappointed as she scolds. "You ought to know at this point what's appropriate. Sneaking off like a teenager."
"At least tell us so the rest of us can take advantage of your hideaway, too!" Her cousin Sal chimes in.
Over the heads of the mob, Chris sees Sarzo, Helena, and Tomas moving from the kitchen to the dining room and back again as if nothing's going on.
Asking silently for forgiveness, Chris hopes that her phone rings, or Street announces that there's a hostage situation somewhere that needs his attention.
Prayers unanswered, their cells stay quiet.
"Or at least wait until the kids are mostly gone, Chris, come on."
"I guess we know what Chris got Street."
Chris clenches her fist and her jaw as tightly as she can to stay calm as more comments rain down.
"Have you seen her boyfriend? I'd do the same thing."
It's one of her Aunt's but Chris can't tell exactly who, their voice muffled underneath the rest of the chaos but like a megaphone into Chris's ear.
"Stop!" Chris demands, keeping her tone as light as she can and telling herself this isn't as serious as her family's making it out to be, even if it feels like it.
"We're all adults, and whatever I do or don't do is no one's business. Jenna didn't see anything that was— anything," Chris assures Jenna's parents, and continues.
"And Street is my partner, so everyone's comments can stay where they are. Por favor y gracias."
More bite slips in at the end then Chris means, but it feels good nonetheless. As much as she loves her family, the weeds they let go untrimmed grow wildly with no end in sight, and Chris will not be spending the next however many years rehashing this.
Double backing to her last thought, she softens when she thinks further about "however many years," more when Street touches her arm.
"Thanks for defending my honor out there, sorry I froze. You okay?"
Taking a second, Chris reads the room and relaxes when she hears conversations already turning to her "lack of respect" and "child locks" that are well within her ability to manage. From across the way, Sarzo winks at her proudly and it makes her blush. She takes Street's hand and squeezes it, letting everyone else fade again.
"Yeah. Are you? I know my family can be—"
"Family?" Street finishes with a laugh.
"Yeah," Chris agrees. Street scans over the scene himself and then gazes at Chris.
"You knew my mom. I think I can handle Aunt Renee."
Huffing a laugh, Chris relaxes when there's nothing but truth and peace in Street's eyes. She hugs him close and breathes him in deep.
Occasional comments about her escapade slide their way to Chris and make her prickly, but when Street notices that no one is looking at them anymore, hopefully moved onto something else entirely, he leans down.
"I think we should get any extra Christmas fun done at the apartment before we leave next year."
Chris agrees, speaking underneath Street's ear so her breath floats over his skin.
"Sounds much more respectable."
Street chuckles and it fizzes into a sigh as he keeps his arms around her. Unclenching, Chris doesn't break the hug until she feels a hand on her leg and looks down to see Jenna. She kneels to meet her once more.
"What's up, Poquito?"
Jenna whispers something through a giggle that Chris doesn't catch a word of so she leans in closer.
"Is Uncle Street related to Santa? Is that why you were kissing him?"
Chris pulls back so she's face-to-face with Jenna and gasps as she goes like she's scandalized she's been found out. Looking around as if she's searching for spies, doing it for a second longer when Jenna joins in, she keeps her voice low.
"I can't tell you that for sure, but I can tell you if you're really good, Uncle Street will definitely put in a good word with Santa." Her words lilt up at the end and it's worth it for the way Jenna's face lights up. Too much excitement to contain, Jenna looks up at Street, who's been looking down at the pair since Jenna came over.
He stares at Jenna for a moment and then Chris. She doesn't say a thing but smiles at him, eyes sparkling with joy.
Looking at Jenna again, he winks and then gazes up towards the ceiling as if he can see all the way to the North Pole. She giggles like she won the lottery and runs off, both Chris and Street watching as her little legs take her to spread the word.
Chris takes the hand Street offers to stand upright and folds herself back into him like second nature.
"That extra fun might include you in a Santa suit." Chris teases. Street's hands flex, thinking again of what Chris is wearing.
"I think that means I get to see you in something just as red?"
A hand on his chest, Chris raises to her tiptoes so Street doesn't miss a word.
"Let's see in a few hours. Maybe I have something even more red I can pull out for you."
hello! i hope everyone who celebrated had a merry christmas! sorry this is a few days late on ffn!
thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed this lil in-between of the other two Christmas fics lol. a little bit more fun fluff with a nice lil sprinkle of spice.
reviews/faves/prompts welcomed and appreciated! have a safe and lovely end of the year.
xo, A
