I don't want a lot for Christmas
Dean/Jaimie
For siricerasi
It started simply enough.
Things usually did.
There was a tree that randomly appeared in the corner of the living room.
He called it randomly only because it was kind of hard to imagine Jaimie running out to get one, though that was clearly what had happened because Dean was pretty sure elves weren’t real.
So he came home one day and there was a tree and he glanced at it and glanced at Jaimie, who shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.
And then the tree had lights on it, which he probably should have seen coming, and it was kind of nice even if he didn’t want to admit it, when all the other lights were turned out and they were fooling around with nothing but the glow of the lights on their bare skin.
He was going to draw the line at freaking stockings hanging on the mantle.
Not that they had a mantle.
Still, he had standards, lines in the sand he wouldn’t cross.
Even if Ty liked to remind him on every possible occasion that he was basically Jaimie’s bitch.
“Can I ask you a question, sweetheart?” he asked, watching her pour two glasses of eggnog.
“When did you start asking for permission?”
He shrugged. “New thing I’m trying.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t suit you.”
“Thanks for the feedback.”
“What’s the question?”
“What’s with the tree? And the lights? And the eggnog?”
“I happen to like eggnog.”
“More than tequila?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“It’s festive. And seasonally appropriate.”
“Uh huh,” he said. “And this whole festive thing is about what, exactly?”
“It’s Christmas.”
“Yeah, I can read a calendar.”
“I never had a good Christmas,” she shrugged. “And it’s stupid, you’re right, this is all stupid.”
“I didn’t say that,” he said softly.
“You hate it.”
“I don’t hate it.”
“You don’t?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Okay, I hate eggnog. The rest of it’s not so bad.”
She smiled and it was brighter than the whole damn tree. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’m used to it. Whatever. It’s not a big deal.”
She walked over to him, curling up in his lap. “So we’re celebrating Christmas?”
“I guess. If you want.”
“I do. I’d like that.”
“You know I got you a present,” he murmured.
She tilted her head. “Is it your penis?”
“No,” he said. “Don’t get that excited.”
She laughed. “Save it.”
“My penis or the present?”
“The present. Save it for Christmas.”
He nodded, kissing the top of her head. “It’ll be a good one, okay? It’ll be better than it was before, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, closing her eyes. “We should go all out next year.”
“Let’s get through this year first. And I’m not climbing on the damn roof to string things up, so don’t go getting any crazy ideas.”
“Just a couple of lights,” she said playfully.
He groaned, closing his eyes. “We’ll see.”
For siricerasi
It started simply enough.
Things usually did.
There was a tree that randomly appeared in the corner of the living room.
He called it randomly only because it was kind of hard to imagine Jaimie running out to get one, though that was clearly what had happened because Dean was pretty sure elves weren’t real.
So he came home one day and there was a tree and he glanced at it and glanced at Jaimie, who shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.
And then the tree had lights on it, which he probably should have seen coming, and it was kind of nice even if he didn’t want to admit it, when all the other lights were turned out and they were fooling around with nothing but the glow of the lights on their bare skin.
He was going to draw the line at freaking stockings hanging on the mantle.
Not that they had a mantle.
Still, he had standards, lines in the sand he wouldn’t cross.
Even if Ty liked to remind him on every possible occasion that he was basically Jaimie’s bitch.
“Can I ask you a question, sweetheart?” he asked, watching her pour two glasses of eggnog.
“When did you start asking for permission?”
He shrugged. “New thing I’m trying.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t suit you.”
“Thanks for the feedback.”
“What’s the question?”
“What’s with the tree? And the lights? And the eggnog?”
“I happen to like eggnog.”
“More than tequila?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“It’s festive. And seasonally appropriate.”
“Uh huh,” he said. “And this whole festive thing is about what, exactly?”
“It’s Christmas.”
“Yeah, I can read a calendar.”
“I never had a good Christmas,” she shrugged. “And it’s stupid, you’re right, this is all stupid.”
“I didn’t say that,” he said softly.
“You hate it.”
“I don’t hate it.”
“You don’t?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Okay, I hate eggnog. The rest of it’s not so bad.”
She smiled and it was brighter than the whole damn tree. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’m used to it. Whatever. It’s not a big deal.”
She walked over to him, curling up in his lap. “So we’re celebrating Christmas?”
“I guess. If you want.”
“I do. I’d like that.”
“You know I got you a present,” he murmured.
She tilted her head. “Is it your penis?”
“No,” he said. “Don’t get that excited.”
She laughed. “Save it.”
“My penis or the present?”
“The present. Save it for Christmas.”
He nodded, kissing the top of her head. “It’ll be a good one, okay? It’ll be better than it was before, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, closing her eyes. “We should go all out next year.”
“Let’s get through this year first. And I’m not climbing on the damn roof to string things up, so don’t go getting any crazy ideas.”
“Just a couple of lights,” she said playfully.
He groaned, closing his eyes. “We’ll see.”