Author's Note: I'm glad everyone has liked this story. I really do like Sam and Kris. There will be another story with them. I don't know when, and I'm not sure what, but I think I want to develop more on their relationship. It might be another one-shot, or it might be a story. You'll just have to look out and see. Right now though I have other projects I'm finishing, so their next story will have to wait. Until then, enjoy the final chapter and thanks for reading and reviewing! You guys are awesome!
Warning(s): Adult Situations, Strong Language, Strong Sexual Situations
I sat with my legs tucked under, a fleece blanket thrown around my shoulders. Linus was laying in his corner, his brown snout nudged under his blue blanket. The only noise came from the television, which was playing A Charlie Brown Christmas. I played it for Linus every year, it was his favorite.
I grabbed my cup of tea and took a sip, eyes dropping to the stack of bills on my coffee table. Some of them were in gray or pink envelopes. All of them were stamped with URGENT and FINAL NOTICE. This was how I was spending my Christmas Eve. Staring at stacks of bills I couldn't play and watching a marathon of Christmas specials, alone.
When I woke up this morning, Kris was gone, no note or message left for me. It had hurt, as if he were walking away, and for a good hour I just laid there wallowing in misery and pain, trying not to cry because I knew it would only make my pounding head hurt worse. Somehow I had managed to pull my self together in order to take a shower and clean up a bit, but my energy seemed to fall away from me. I just wanted to curl up in bed and go to sleep.
"Can't do that though," I said, trying to urge my self on. I took another sip of tea and watched Charlie Brown pick a scrawny looking stick of a tree, which was exactly how I felt at the moment.
The phone gave a shrill ring, jostling me. I reached over and snatched it from the coffee table, hitting talk, "hello?"
"Are you by your self, again?" Monica asked bluntly.
I shifted, letting my legs slide out from under me and tugging my right knee up. I bit back a sigh and said, "no, I have Linus." Somehow I didn't think that made my situation any better.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Monica asked for the fifth time that day. "It'll be a nice dinner. You'll have fun."
"I'm fine Monica, really. I'm just going to watch some movies and then go to bed." I said, summing up my life.
"Has he called?"
She didn't have to say who. I had filled her in earlier today on what happened, needing to unload the situation on someone. All it really did was make me feel worse. I set my tea down, wanting something stronger but apprehensive to fetch the bottle of rum I had locked away. "No…"
God I wanted Kris to call. I wanted to call him. I wanted to tell him to come back because I never meant to hurt him. I wanted to beg for him to give me a chance because I could make him happy. I wanted to have my happily ever after.
"He might," Monica offered, "it's still early."
"I doubt it… I messed up Monica, I wouldn't blame him."
"Look, my offer still stands. If you get tired of watching sappy movies and having a dog for company, come over. You know you're always welcome."
"Thanks," a smile twitched at my lips, "but I'll be okay. Merry Christmas Monica, send my love."
"Merry Christmas Sam."
She hung up and I suddenly felt the weight of my loneliness. It was as if the walls of my studio apartment were caving in around me, crushing me to the floor. I had spent so much time enclosed in these four walls, letting my self hide away because of fear. I dropped the phone and slipped off the couch, leaving the movie running. Barefoot, I padded over the large window in the living room and looked out over the city view. Snow fell over the world in thick blue snowflakes. It was amazing how a sky so gray could turn the world into a wonderland.
Last Christmas I had been alone. This Christmas I had a chance and I let my fear get the best of me.
I scrubbed at my eyes. This was ridiculous. I was standing here suffering, letting my self have a terrible Christmas, for what? A broken heart? A few unpaid bills? A fear of taking a leap of faith?
There were some things I didn't have much power over. I couldn't stop Stephen from walking away. I may not be able to find a solution to my economic woes. But I could change how my Christmas Eve turned out.
I drew in a deep, shaky breath and turned away from the window. Linus lifted his head, sniffing the air and waging his tail anxiously. I walked over and scratched him behind his ear, saying gently, "I'll be back."
He barked in response, rising up into a sitting position. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing, it was all very jumbled in my head. All I knew was that I couldn't just sit here. Not another Christmas, not another year.
I grabbed the keys to my rental and my coat, throwing it on as I flew out the door and down the stairs. I could barely see my own feet as I rushed down the hall. Everything blurred past me and night seemed to spin out of control as I burst outside, wind and snow swirling around me. I nearly fell on my ass as I shot down the icy sidewalk, slamming into the driver side door.
I unlocked the door and hopped in, starting up the engine. I peeled out of the parking spot, seeping into the flow of traffic. I made a pit stop at Sunny Oak, heading straight for the office and going through the filing cabinet. I pulled out Daniel's file and jotted down his address on a sticky note in the shape of a flower.
I headed back out of the preschool, memories fleeting by, so close I could almost catch them like fireflies. I stepped back outside, head falling back and mouth opening to welcome in snowflakes. Was I really doing this? My feet kept moving, my mind kept running forward. I climbed into the car and pulled out, heading down the road.
The radio was on, Christmas music streaming in around me. I might have cut someone off as I made my way to Kris' house. My heart pounded in my chest and my fingers were clamped around the steering wheel, my knuckles as white as the snow outside. I turned into the suburb, barely taking in the expensive homes that flanked my sides. I looked down at the sticky note on my dashboard and then leaned against the wheel, trying to make out the street names. When I came to Whistling Willow I turned, my nerves stabbing into my gut like a thousand needles.
His house was lit up in the glow of my headlights, a giant two story completely done up in Christmas lights. It was beautiful; multicolored lights lined the roof and sides, nets of lights were thrown over the shrubbery, and spirals were swung around the trees. There was a giant sled made of red lights set up in the front yard with a reindeer pulling it, presents loaded up in the back. Strategically placed around the sled were toy soldiers, elves, candy canes, and snowmen. It was Santa's workshop.
I slid to a stop in front of his house, sitting in the rental and just staring. On the door was a pretty wreath filled with sugared plums, tinsel, and a big red bow. My house didn't have a single decoration and Kris had tried to make the North Pole, no doubt for Daniel.
Before I could even collect my thoughts the front door opened and Kris walked out, bundled up in a coat. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my nerves start to get the best of me. I was frozen in my seat.
He turned around after locking up, pausing when he spotted me out front. I exhaled, whispering, "you can do this Sam, you can do this."
I climbed out of the car, my breath trickling out in a thin trail of smoke. It dawned on me then that I was dressed in a pair of flimsy pajama pants, my NYU t-shirt, and no shoes. The asphalt was freezing against the soles of my feet and my teeth instantly began to clatter. I pulled my coat tighter around me and walked up the driveway.
"Sam?" Kris asked, eyes raking up me. "What are you doing? Where are your shoes?"
"I made a mistake," I said, swallowing. Snow dusted over me, dampening my hair.
I took another cautious step forward, feeling all my emotions well up as the adrenaline began to die down. "I made a mistake. I pushed you away that night and I never wanted to." I said, my voice surprisingly steady, only a little airy.
He looked like he was going to say something but I cut him off. "I don't know how to handle these feelings," I lifted my hands, trying to grasp the words, shaking my fists and pressing them against my chest. I was cold down to the core but I wasn't going to move until I got it all out. "Everyone I've ever loved has abandoned me. My parents died. My grandmother disowned me. Men have gone through me like I was a twenty-four hour convience store. Stephen was my first solid relationship and after two years he walked away with out blinking. I'm scared of falling in love, I'm scared of what it can do to me. I'm so terrified that I'll never truly be capable of being loved."
"Sam…" my name hung and I shook my head.
"Then you walked into my life. You made me laugh when no one could even break past the darkness in my world. You became this light that I never even knew existed. I've based my world around everyone else and somehow you made me feel like the only person alive. And that night, when I thought I was going to breakdown, you held me together." My voice cracked finally, splitting down the center like a great lightning bolt hitting the earth. I took another step up his driveway, feeling like I was marching up a giant hill. Slowly I was marching my way closer to him. "I ran because I don't know what else to do. But no matter where I run… no matter how fast or how far, I keep running back to you."
He stood there, brown hair matted around his face. I wanted to feel his arms around my body, to taste his lips and watch his face light up with pleasure. I laughed, throwing my head back and my arms out, embracing the night like it would hug me back. "I love you, and somehow, when the rest of the world was crumbling beneath my feet, you grabbed a hold of me and saved me."
I could vaguely hear the Christmas music playing from the rental, which I had left running; Last Christmas. I laughed even harder, unable to tell of the dampness on my cheeks was from the snow or my tears. I looked at him, closing the distance between us, whispering, "I love you, I have for a long time."
My fingers curled into his cold, wet hair and I leaned up, closing the space between us. His mouth was hot, warming me down to my frostbit toes. He still tasted like Christmas cookies and I wanted to devour him because of it. His hands slid up my back, tangling into my hair and pulling me tighter against him. Something sharp jabbed into my back and even though I wanted to ignore it, it kept ramming into my spine
Reluctantly I pulled back and looked down at his hand, finally noticing his keys. My teeth began to chatter again and I wrapped my arms around myself, saying, "O-oh… I… um, you were going somewhere. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just--"
"Sam, it's fine," Kris said, sliding his keys into his pocket, "I was coming to see you."
He smiled and took my hand in his, pulling me towards his front door. "Come on, lets get you inside and warm you up."
I wasn't about to argue. He unlocked the door and tugged me inside, heat seeping into my bones. Before He could close the door I said, "my car, I forgot to turn it off."
'I'll do it. Go sit down, there's a blanket over the couch." Kris said, heading outside.
Slowly I walked deeper into the house, heading past the foyer and into the large living room. There was a fireplace with stockings hung over it and a giant tree in the corner, presents underneath. My heart hurt when I realized Kris wouldn't be able share Christmas morning with Daniel. I grabbed the fleece off the back of the couch and sunk into it, wrapping the blanket around me. I rubbed my freezing feet, teeth still chattering.
Kris came back in, shrugging his coat off and draping it over the back of one of the chairs. He walked over to the fireplace and threw a few logs in, starting it up. I twitched anxiously in his couch, still able to taste him on my mouth.
"You really do know how to make an impression, don't you?" He chuckled, turning to look at me.
"Why were you coming to see me?" I asked softly, pulling the blanket tighter around me.
He walked over to his coat and pulled out an envelope, holding it out to me, "to give you this."
I stretched an arm out from the blanket and took the envelope, turning it over and opening it up. Inside was a crisp check. As soon as my eyes landed on it my heart stopped. "Kris… w-what… I don't understand."
"You said you're having problems with Sunny Oak," he said slowly, carefully, "I don't want to see it shut down. Daniel loves that school… and I hate to see you suffer."
He crossed the living room and took a seat beside me, slowly taking the check from my hand and setting it down on his coffee table. I turned to face him, still trying to get my heart going again. There was enough zeroes on the check to cover all my bills and then some.
"Kris, I can't accept that… it's too much!"
"Sam," Kris said, hand resting against my cheek, "you take care of everyone. I've watched you everyday hold yourself together when I know you want to breakdown. You're always there for the kids and for your employees. You take on the world with a smile… and then I saw you break. I know sometimes you're afraid, and sometimes its hard for you to let someone else help, but I want to do this. I don't want to see you hurt anymore… not when you deserve so much. You deserve to be happy, and if I can possibly help do that… then that's all I could ever ask for."
I bit my bottom lip, giving the check a sideways glance. "I'll pay you back," I said earnestly, looking back at him.
"No," he said flatly, "you won't. This is an investment, in the future of every child that you take on. Besides, I can write it off on my taxes, so it's fine."
"But… how?" I knew he was well off, but I didn't know he could cover this.
His thumb stroked my bottom lip and instantly I caught it, pressing a soft kiss to it. He shrugged, "wise saving?"
I gave him a skeptical look. He laughed, "okay, maybe that was only some of it. You know the law firm Raven and Ringles? I'm Ringles. Trust me, it's fine."
We sat there in silence for a good solid second, only the fire crackling, and then I threw my self on him, lips crashing against his. It was like the moon and sun coming into alignment--rare and beautiful, we cam together, creating a wonder that is sparingly beheld by people. Like the light shining around darkness, our fears were eclipsed by our hearts. I didn't care about bills or about the preschool or even about what happened tomorrow. All I cared about was Kris.
His tongue delved into my mouth and I moaned, my entire body awakening after a long slumber. He pulled the blanket away and pushed my coat off, gathering me into his arms. I pulled back a centimeter, breath tangling with his, eyes meeting his warm brown ones.
"I don't want to seem presumptuous," he whispered, voice husky, "but do you want to go upstairs?"
I smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose. I slipped away, heading over to the stairs. They were right next to a flight that lead down to the lower level where a bar was set up. The stairs were split into two short levels, the master bedroom on the first flight. I looked over my shoulder, gathering my confidence, and beckoned Kris to follow. I slipped into the room, pulling my old NYU shirt off and dropping it on the floor.
Kris walked in, stopping in the doorway. I took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting a hand against the dark walnut post. He smiled and whispered, "you're so beautiful…"
"And cold," I said truthfully, holding a hand out for him, "come warm me?"
He loosened his tie and pulled it out, working the buttons of his shirt. I pushed his suit jacket off and helped him do the buttons before tugging him down on top of me. The mattress sunk beneath me and I nearly moaned from how comfortable it was. God the mattress was amazing.
Our hands were everywhere, pulling and pushing, gliding and caressing, striping us of our clothes and our trepidations. I slid back into the pillows and looked at him, hunger fisting in my stomach. He stood on his knees, looking down at me with that same gaze that made me tingle all over--it was truly as if I existed only for him.
"You keep looking at me like that," I whispered, biting my bottom lip.
He chuckled and slipped a knee forward, inching towards me, "like what?"
"Like I'm precious."
"You are," he leaned forward, dropping onto his hands and nudging his nose against mine, "you're extremely precious, and I love you."
"Really?" I asked, voice hushed. I tangled my fingers in his hair, keeping him back so I could look into his eyes.
"Yes," he leaned forward, letting me pull his hair, pressing his lips to my eyelids. "I love you like the moon loves the sea, like the stars love the night, like a bird loves the sky. I've been trying to figure out who I am. I got married, thinking that it would fix everything. I had a kid. I tried to be this good guy, but I couldn't escape it. Then I got a divorce and I've been floating around, only living for Daniel."
His lips pressed against my nose and then my cheeks. "Then I saw you, this sunny angel, smiling as if you could take on the world. You were so gentle and graceful, gliding through life like you had wings on your back. I knew then that I wanted to help you fly. I wanted to be your wind, your sky, your light. I fell in love with you the first day I took Daniel to Sunny Oak, and I'll be damned if I let that place go."
"Kris," I sighed, my heart fluttering. His mouth claimed mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him against me.
We didn't say anything else. There was nothing else left to say. He got up once to get some lubricant, but then returned, parting my legs with gentleness. I tipped my head back as one slicked finger pressed against my entrance, my hand wandering down to brush along my throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I groaned, starting to rock my hips. Kris' face clouded over with hunger and it ate away at me. He added another one and I felt my self quiver, hand fisting around my aching member.
He swatted my hand away and said, "not yet. Together."
I bit my bottom lip and rolled my hips, groaning out as he began to push his digits in and out. Two more fingers were added and I felt my self being stretched, preparing me for his wide girth. I gasped, my running on an electrical current as soon as he hit that sweet spot in the back of my channel where a bundle of nerves was.
"Oh God," I called out, hands curling the comforter. He pushed his fingers in against, stroking the spot and sending me hurtling up into orbit. "Kris, please, just put it in me."
Kris showed mercy and slid his fingers out, pouring lubricant in his hand and slicking up his dick. He took my ankles in his hands and spread my legs, throwing them over his shoulder so I was presented to him. I reached back, grabbing a hold of the headboard to brace my self as he eased down into me. I never took my eyes off him; he became the center of my world as we became connected.
"Ungh… Kris," I groaned. He pushed all the way in, not stopping until I swallowed him to the root.
He paused, hands gripping my slim thighs, allowing me to adjust to him. I was trying to purge him from my body, convulsing around him tightly. His brow was damp, his eyes so dark, like the night sky beyond the window. I wiggled my hips, silently telling him to move. He pulled back and then pushed forward, starting a slow pace that was surely meant to drive me crazy.
Every time he came down, I rose up to meet him. We began to move, the bed rocks with us, slowly edging us closer to bliss. I reached between my legs and began to stroke my self.
"Ah!" I cried out as he struck my prostate. "There! Again!"
Kris listened, slamming into me, picking up speed. I wrapped my legs around his husky frame tighter, pulling him deeper into me. I couldn't see anything but him. We were moving together, rising and falling, lost in a space that was meant only for the two of us.
My stomach tightened each time he slammed into me, drilling me deeper into the mattress. I squeezed around him and he groaned, "Shit, Sam. You're so tight."
I could feel more warmth spread around my cheeks. I was drenched in sweat, the silk comforter gliding against my back. It only took a few strokes before I spilled over my hand, crying out, "Uh! KRIS!"
His thrusts grew harder and faster, but still held precision, pushing into me as if he were trying to meld our bodies together. Then he snapped, a wild animal in his final lap, filling me up with hot cum. We collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Kris pulled out of me, easing down beside me and pulling me against him. I burrowed against his side, lips finding his. My heart was racing and I couldn't help but smile. His fingers tangled with mine and I squeezed my hand. We lay there in silence, not needing to say anything, letting our hearts die down before we drifted asleep, wrapped within one another.
I woke to an empty bed but a light heart. I could hear Kris from downstairs on the phone. I slid off the bed, wincing slightly at the pain that shot up my spine. I ignored it and hunted around, finding Kris' robe. It was big on me, but I didn't mind. It smelled like him. I tied the robe tight and padded downstairs to the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a breakfast bar. Kris was standing in the breakfast nook with a cup of coffee, a phone cradled between his shoulder.
"I miss you too Daniel. I'll see you soon, I love you." Kris said, waiting a second before hanging up.
"Daniel tell you what Santa brought?" I asked.
Kris turned to look at me, the sun bright behind him. Everything in his backyard was covered in white fluffy snow, reminding me of the playground at Sunny Oak. He took a sip of coffee and walked into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and t-shirt. He set the phone down on the table and said, "let me fix you a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar?"
"Just cream, please." I said.
He poured me a cup and filled it with a good bit of cream. He turned around and passed me the cup, smiling as soon as his eyes landed on the robe. "Comfortable?"
I snuggled into the velvet and took the offered mug, "very."
"It's Christmas morning you know," he said, stepping up to me.
I took a sip of hot coffee, sighing in ecstasy. Coffee was an amazing thing. He looked over the mug at him and nodded, "it is."
"Do… you have any plans?" He asked, drawing a brow up.
I set my mug down on the breakfast bar and shook my head, stepping up to him. "No."
He smiled, setting his own mug down. He pulled me against him, mouth hovering over mine, "now you do."
I laughed, arms wrapping around his neck. Last Christmas I spent alone and drunk, nursing a broken heart. This year I learned how to give my heart away again, this time to someone who would cherish it.
"Merry Christmas Kris," I sang, practically squealing when he spun me.
"Merry Christ Sam." He laughed, holding me close.
Its easy to break a heart. Its healing one that's hard. Kris did that for me. He became my real life Santa, giving me a miracle I never thought possible. I knew that even though the future seemed bumpy, I would be able to weather it. It might take some time, but together, we might just be able to find our happily ever after.
I had to put it there. Happily ever after, because that's what they lived! :) Any d'awws? This was definitely a fluffy, warm story. Just with hot man sex. Kris wasn't the REAL Santa, but he was definitely Sam's Santa. And don't worry people, Sam went home to feed Linus and give him his Christmas present. Anyways, review! Does anyone want the other story with them? One-shot or something deeper? Maybe Stephen returns! Dun dun dun! LOL, like I said, who knows. :) But I'd love to hear from you! OH! And MERRY CHRISTMAS!!