~~ As I gaze upon your beauty, I think to myself, never have I seen an angel fly so low. ~~ Unknown

~~ Christmas Eve ~~
Manhattan, New York
Near Central Park

"Keep 'em closed," Lucky smiled. Wrapping her scarf a bit more snuggly around her neck, as the cold winter wind drifted through the city streets. A couple of big moose eyes staring back at him as they draped across her shoulder.

Elizabeth ran into him with an oomph. Immediately starting to giggle. "See, that's going to keep happening, unless you let me open my eyes."

"Not a chance," Lucky grinned, continuing to lead her down the street. "And if you'd quit walking so fast, that wouldn't happen," he finished.

"Come oooooon Lucky," Elizabeth whined. Sniffling as the brisk air tickled her nose. How was she supposed to go slowly when there was a surprise waiting for her?

All day long he'd kept this big secret from her and she was just about ready to burst.
Cruel and unusual punishment, it was.

He paused for a moment, turning to kiss her cute little, pink nose. "Nope...I already gave you, your one and only hint for the evening...Besides we're almost there Elizabeth."

"Puhleaze! All you said was that it was something I'd wanted to do for a long time..."

She stopped mid sentence, laughing throatily. "That's not much of a hint considering we already did something I've been wanting to do for a long time."

Lucky bit his lip. "Elizabeth, if you keep that up...the only surprise you're going to get is us turning right back around and going home."

'As if I'd have a problem with that,' she thought wickedly. Her hands slowly sliding up the backs of his shoulders, as she whispered in his ear. "That'd be fine by me."

His own fingers drifted upwards to meet hers. Knitting through them as he continued to walk. Determined to give her this surprise even if it killed him. And at this rate it most certainly would be his death.

It'd been torture even trying to leave the apartment tonight. Delicious torture.

Just a little over three weeks had gone by since they'd first made love, and now sex seemed to be all he could think of. It was even worse than before they'd actually done it.

Now that they'd both gotten a taste of what it was like, neither one of them could get enough of the other. The best word Lucky could think of to describe their constant need for one another was, 'insatiable.'

Even now the chilled night air did little to cool his skin as the smell of her perfume wafted all around him. Tempting him to grab her by the hand and drag her back to the apartment.

There wasn't a moment of the day when he didn't want her. This moment was no exception.

"Ok," he sighed. Coming to a rather abrupt halt at the end of the sidewalk and clearing his throat. The packed snow crunching loudly under his feet.

Elizabeth smiled with glee and hopped up and down as he turned to remove the blindfold from her eyes. The smile she wore, growing 10 times it's original size as her eyes took in her surprise for the first time.

"Oh my God.............Lucky," she sighed, turning towards him. Her hand moving to cover her mouth.

"How did you...." She threw her arms around his neck, and hugged him fiercely. Immediately feeling the return of his affection as his arms swept around her waist, hugging her back.

"Thank you so much! How did you?..." Her voice trailed away as she pulled back just enough to kiss him. Her lips moving feverishly over his. Her kissing completely unrestrained lately.

His lips, immediately parted for her generous tongue. Even the way they kissed - different now.

"How did you....How did you do this?" She asked, finally spitting the sentence out when she moved far enough away from him. Allowing him to get a word in as well.

Lucky licked his lips and swallowed. "What do you mean? It's just a carriage. We're in New York City...they have those, you know?" He teased her, smiling.

Thankful that he'd gotten a good deal on the thing. Yet knowing full well that he would have spent whatever the cost may have been, just to see this look on her face. Her smile was priceless.

She shown as bright as the angel his mom used to place atop their Christmas tree. That was reward enough to spend any amount.

"Oh no you don't...I know they have carriages...but this...My God Lucky..." She sighed, clasping his hand in hers and leading him across the street to their perfect storybook mode of transportation. "It's completely closed in. Most of the carriages I've seen aren't like this...It's like out of a fairytale or something...it's amazing."

'You're what's amazing,' Lucky thought, glancing down at his boots sheepishly. The huge white horse, next to them, shaking out it's mane and returning quickly to its bucket of feed.

"Yeah, one of the guys at work has a brother that owns a carriage company. They specialize in weddings and stuff like that...and I know we're not getting-

The rest of his explanation soared into oblivion as her lips crashed into his once more. Smothering his words. His very breath.

She finally had everything she'd ever wanted. No, the carriage hadn't been the topper...but his love had. Life didn't get any better than this.

To be loved by Lucky Spencer was everything a girl could ever want. More than she could ever want. And she had him.

Forever.

'How Lucky can a girl get?' She thought grinning. Her gloved hands moving through the soft hair at the back of his head as she felt him shiver. Her warm tongue dancing seductively against his. Wanting him again.

'Ugh...How long have you wanted to go on a carriage ride, Elizabeth?' She thought. Reprimanding her sudden lack of patience. 'You have your entire life to make love to Lucky...right now...just be happy that he got you this fantastic - beyond your wildest dreams - surprise...'

Lucky's hands tightened around her waist. She tasted of peppermint. 'Like that candy cane she was sucking on during the ride over here,' he thought to himself. The image alone, causing him to stiffen up a bit. 'Get a hold of yourself Spencer...you're standing on 5th Avenue for God's Sake.'

His body and tongue longed for less than appropriate outside play, as it slid across the bottom of her sumptuous lip. His fingertips pressing into the flesh at the small of her back and bringing her in closer to his growing excitement.

He held her there as she continued to kiss him. As he hungrily kissed her back. Knowing that if they didn't stop soon they'd never make it through this little adventure. That their trip to the city would have been for nothing. They could have just stayed in Greenwich and had a private celebration under the mistletoe.

Elizabeth pulled away after a moment. Her breathless need for him building to new heights. "How...how did...did you know?" She panted. Trying to catch her breath. "How did you know...this was what I was dreaming about...for Christmas?"

Lucky licked his swollen lips and shook his head, pulling her closer by the ends of her scarf. "I didn't...I just...remembered...Before we came to the city for the first time you mentioned having always wanted to do that...."

She moaned against his lips as she kissed him long and hard. Completely unable to stay away from the rosy draw of his luscious mouth for too long. Had there ever been a better boyfriend? A better lover?

Her kiss intensified as she thought about that word - lover. How it turned her on just being able to think it. "You make me feel like a princess Lucky...I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled. Moving his hands up her neck and into her hair. The knit of her red beanie slipping beneath his fingers and reminding him once again that they were outside and not in the comforts of their own home.

"Come on," he whispered as he finally pulled away. Smiling at the way her nose glowed. "Let's get going Rudolph."

Elizabeth bit her puffy lips and nodded. "Ok."
~~~~~~~
~~ approximately 30 minutes later ~~

Lucky watched in rapt fascination as the lights of the city shimmered throughout the white carriage and reflected in her eyes. The sapphire hue, as bright as the stars that shown against the velvet night sky.

"It's beautiful," she sighed, moving closer to the window.

"Gorgeous," he agreed. Concurring wholeheartedly with the sentiment, but applying it simply to the beauty of her face. To the way her expression changed as they moved slowly through the city. The clip-clop of the horse hooves, rocking the carriage softly back and forth.

He was more certain than ever that he'd been made for this moment. Born to be here with her tonight. In this carriage. In her life.

Forever.

Lucky slid closer behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. She sighed contentedly and he felt the air move through her as she settled against his chest. Her head nestling under his chin as she continued to marvel at the sights and sounds going on outside of their dreamlike carriage.

It was almost the same way she breathed after they made love. As if all were right with the world and nothing would ever touch them.

Almost the same way.

His lips pressed tenderly against her temple and she craned her neck around to kiss him back. Three quick pecks turning into something else entirely. The lure of his fingertips on her face, causing her to turn her entire body around.

Lucky scooped her legs up in one arm as she turned. Placing them across one of his thighs. Her bottom situated in his lap as he continued to kiss her. She grinned against his lips as his hand traveled up her thickly covered legs and to her waist. Her winter clothing, providing no barrier to the heat his caress was capable of creating within her. The cold New York winter suddenly much more like summer.

Christmas in July as his gloved hand moved farther up her body. Cupping her left breast through the wool coat that she wore and squeezing her gently. Her entire body shivered, as she changed positions once again. Pulling her legs up to straddle his lap. Her respiration quickly transitioning from slow and content to quick and erratic.

That breath caught quickly in her throat as his strong fingers firmly gripped her rear. His hardening flesh grazing her heat even through both of the dense fabrics that they wore. Her entire body, responding to the now familiar feeling. To what it now craved more than chocolate.

Thank the heavens above that loving Lucky wasn't as fattening. Or in the past 3 weeks she would have gained 100 pounds.

Lucky's lips moved away from her mouth. His tongue, leaving a moist trail in it's wake as she leaned her neck back from him. Allowing him access to her burning flesh. He took ample advantage of the opportunity. Licking and sucking her skin in a way that made her brow knit together in what looked like agony, but was nothing short of ecstasy.

God, what was this new flavor she tasted of? Chocolate? 'Like...the new lotion,' he thought vaguely as his tongue traveled up from the base of her neck once again. Remembering her saying something about it earlier...

Elizabeth rocked her pelvis slightly against his, hearing a desperate grown emanate from somewhere deep in his throat as she did so. She instantly wanted to do it again...to hear the sound again. She thrust against him once more. This time more diligently - with a pure goal in mind.

He moaned again. Louder this time and the success made her hungry for more as she continued to rock against him. Her hips moving slower and more deliberately against his, each excruciating time. She felt him grow against her sex.

"Eliza...beth," he groaned, sucking air through his teeth as his stiff member jolted under her ministrations. Too used to being inside her now to settle for 'on top of the clothes' stuff.

"Elizabeth...God, I want you," he sighed. His fingers gripping her hips in an effort to stop her from continuing what felt like fireworks being lit in his pants. He was already harder than a stick of dynamite.

If she didn't stop right now, he'd come right here. And he'd come so hard the entire city of New York would probably hear it. He supposed they'd simply think New Year's Eve had come a few nights early.

No. He wanted to take his time tonight. Love her until she couldn't see straight. Until she believed there truly was a Santa Claus.

He held her hips steady as he kissed her softly and tore himself away. "Sweetie...let's...let's go home...ok?...I don't wanna do this here....Unless...unless you wanna...I mean..." He added, blushing a bit as his words became flustered. His body and mind moving at completely different speeds right then.

'God you idiot, why don't you just let her enjoy her carriage ride? Can't you leave her alone for a second?' He thought. Silently berating himself for his overactive libido.

Elizabeth bit her lip and shook her head. The blur of a yellow and black cab whizzing by, reminding her where they were. The cold night air suddenly drifting through the windows and cooling her skin...just a tad. She sighed, pressing her lips to his again. She couldn't do this here...maybe one day but...

"Hey," Lucky whispered. Brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. "I...I was just kidding."

She smiled and kissed him quickly. Knowing he hadn't been completely joking, but also knowing he'd never want her to feel uncomfortable. "I know you were...but I want a rain check..."

Lucky licked his lips and smiled seductively. "Is that right?"

"Oh yeah," she sighed. Placing her hot lips against the even hotter crook of his neck. "One day Lucky...one day...........But tonight...I want to make love to you in our home."

"Whatever the lady wants," he sighed.

A total of 40 minutes in the carriage...Had to have been some sort of world record.
~~~~~~~
Greenwich Village, New York
Apt. #915 Horatio St.

His fingers attacked the wooden buttons on her coat before they even crossed the threshold. His lips following hers as she turned towards the living room. Her fingers linking with his as she led him towards their couch.

A deep chuckle escaped his throat as she grumbled under her breath while he kissed her. Throwing off the coat that had been stifling her for the last hour. The woolen thing landed right on top of their Christmas tree.

The pitiful little, green plant almost completely covered by the coat of a 5 foot, 2 inch individual.

'One day I'll get you a real Christmas tree Elizabeth,' he thought quickly. No time for the thought to linger.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as her fingers messaged him through the chords that he wore. Her hands in combination with the soft material, causing him to harden even more.

If he wasn't inside her soon, he'd most assuredly pass out from some kind of attack or something. Couldn't you actually die from this kinda thing?

"Oh God, wait!" Elizabeth cried. Pulling away from his hands and mouth a split-second later.

Lucky tilted his head to the side. His eyes widening, and his eyebrows shooting up even as he told them not to. "Elizabeth..."

"I'm sorry," she apologized. Her brow knitting together as she bit her bottom lip. "Just one second ok...I have - I have a surprise for YOU now," she added pressing her lips to his.

He ran his fingers through her silken strands. Her hat now lying haphazardly on the rug. His tongue slipping dangerously inside the moist walls of her mouth as he moaned into it. "How long is a second Elizabeth?"

She pulled back breathlessly. "Just 2 minutes...I promise...ok?...Just...I'll meet you in the bedroom in two minutes ok...please?"

Lucky swallowed dryly and nodded. "2 minutes or I'm coming to get you."

"More than two minutes, and you have my complete permission to come and get me," she giggled running to down the hall.
~~~~~~~
~~ Lucky's Bedroom ~~

His carriage surprise paled in comparison to the vision in his doorway.

"Wow," Lucky sighed. Gripping the nightstand next to him as she walked into his bedroom. His throat closing up immediately. How could any one person be so beautiful?

Elizabeth nervously brushed strand after strand of hair behind her ears, looking down at the carpet time and time again as she stood under his gaze. Her feet rooted to the threshold of the door. She smoothed her clammy hands over the white satin that covered her virtually naked skin. God, she probably looked like an idiot.

"Is...is that a good 'wow' or a bad 'wow'?" She asked, timidly glancing up at him.

His head began to shake slowly back and forth. His beautiful blue eyes continuing to move up and down her body. The candles he'd lit dancing luminously over the soft fabric that clung to her every curve.

She truly was a godess.

"Definitely," he swallowed. "A good wow."

She smiled and took a deep breath as he whispered "come 'ere." The way he said it, sending a tingle up her spine.

Her eyes closed as his hand slipped gently up her cheek, and his lips pressed tenderly against her forehead. "Elizabeth, I am rapidly running out of adjectives to describe how beautiful you are."

She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Staring into his loving gaze for a moment before speaking. Unable to respond to what he'd just said in any way, shape or form.

"I know it's silly...but I wanted...I don't know...I wanted to look special for you...for once. Instead of running around here in my sweats or your clothes all the time."

His lips pressed firmly into hers and she sighed as he pulled away. "You always look special...ALWAYS...You'd look special in a paper bag, Elizabeth...and this," he added. Gently fingering the soft spaghetti straps that draped over her milky skin. "Is in no way...silly."

"Merry Christmas Lucky," She whispered, before pushing herself to her tiptoes and placing her lips against his. He was getting so tall.

He eyed her as she floated back down to her feet. His voice barely audible when he spoke. "I've never gotten a better gift.......................May I make love to you?"

Elizabeth's brow furrowed a bit. Not sure of why he would ask her, but sure that she wanted to cry. She quickly brushed away a tear at the corner of her eye.

Certain that no one would ever look at her the same way. Touch her the same way. Love her as much as he did. No one.

"Yes," she answered quietly. Her voice cracking a bit.

Why were his hands suddenly shaking as he reached out to touch her face? They'd done this nearly 50 times within the past few weeks. He'd touched her in places that used to make him blush. And suddenly he felt as if it were the first time he'd ever laid eyes on her.

The first time he'd ever seen anything as exquisite.

The soft brush of the first kiss lasted only a moment before it melted into something more. Until they melted into one another. His hands moving down her neck and to her chest. His fingertips passing gingerly over the French lace that covered her acheingly perfect breasts. He bent to kiss one rosy nipple as it peaked anxiously through the fabric. Yearning to be set free. To feel his mouth without the barrier that separated them.

Lucky lowered himself before her. His lips, causing her entire body to quiver as they drifted slowly over the satin. His breath, warm through the soft weave. Causing her skin to pucker at every tiny gust of air.

He murmured something against her belly. Something about it being a shame to take it off just yet.

She felt his fingertips against her flesh a moment later. The soft pads of his thumbs moving up her shins and over her knees as he lifted the material from the bottom. She inhaled deeply and threw her head back as one of his strong hands gripped her waist and the other moved farther and farther up her leg. Until he gently stroked into her womanhood. Her body, moist for him even before the first caress.

Elizabeth leaned over. Gripping his bare shoulders as her knees gave out. As his finger slipped gently inside her and she spread her legs open a bit wider for him. Moaning, as he slipped yet another finger between her warm walls and used his thumb to caress her small, sensitive nub.

He looked up as her mouth dropped open and her nails dug further into his now moist flesh. Sweating from the mere act of bringing her pleasure. Seeing her fidget under his ministrations. Her legs fighting to hold her up as he continued to stroke her and rub her senseless.

She was whimpering in a way he'd never heard before and he wanted her to come. Come like she never had before. His fingers moved in and out of her. Slick with the juices of her passion. Of HIS pleasure.

He rose up on his knees to drink in her warmth. Her complete femininity.

"Oh God...Lucky!" She cried out. Her knees, almost buckling beneath her, as he tightened his grip around her waist. His tongue rolling gently over her heated core as his fingers continued to probe her.

He gently pushed his tongue inside her beckoning walls and nearly gasped himself when her fingers wove through his hair, tugging on it fiercely. He pulled out of her and lapped at the blossoming flower between her quivering thighs only once more before an orgasm more powerful than either of them had felt or witnessed, ricocheted through her entire frame. Sending her off balance as he stood to catch her, sweeping her off of her feet before she hit the floor. Before she knew what was happening.

Lucky scooped her up in one swift move. Carrying her to the bed as if captured in some steamy romance novel. The sheets already turned down. Cool, as they hit her scorched skin. Her mind suddenly, blank. No recollection of her life up until this point.

Lucky rolled away from her for a moment, allowing her the opportunity to catch her breath even as his own body shouted for relief. His thickness pounding beneath the boxerbriefs that he wore.

She was so quiet. Breathing so hard. What if...what if she hadn't liked that? She came...but...

He certainly had enjoyed it, but she...She was just so quiet.

Her fingers slid down his chest and it caused him to jump. The suddenness of her caress a surprise. A jolt of electricity shooting through his gut as they splayed out across his taut abdomen and suddenly disappeared under the elastic of his waistband, as quickly as they had appeared.

His teeth ground into his lip as she moved closer to him encircling him fully in both of her hands. Slowly beginning to move her small fists up and down his length.

Elizabeth leaned closer to lick his already moist collarbone. The mere swipe of her tongue nearly sending him over the edge.

"Oh God Elizabeth," he moaned as her own heat moved tighter against his. Actually feeling her warmth emanate through both of their barriers, as she worked him a bit faster between her fingers. Her hands sliding. Her fingers messaging. The satin of her nightgown shimmying down tightly against her nipples every time she moved against him.

Sensory overload.

"Eliz...a...Eliza...beth...Elizabeth," he breathed as she tightened her grip on him. His shaft ready to burst.

Hadn't he found himself in this predicament earlier?

'Ready to come again, when you haven't even made love to her properly, Spencer?' He silently chided.

"Sweetie...Eliza...stop....plea...please...," he panted as her hands instantly slowed.

"Am...am I doing it wrong?" She asked quickly, pulling her hands away. Wanting to feel him again. How could anything that soft become so hard, so quick?

"No...no," he whispered, pulling her tighter against him. His thickness pushing against her thigh. "It was...perfect...I just...I want to make love to you tonight...slowly...and if you keep that up Sweetie...slow is the very last thing it's gonna be," he managed.

"You already made love to me," Elizabeth mumbled quickly as she pressed her lips to his once more. A blush settling over her cheeks.

Lucky sighed as he settled between her legs. A smile of relief, passing over his mouth and through his eyes. "It was ok then?"

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck as he lay his head against her chest for a moment. Half to catch his breath, half just to hear her heart beat. "That was....I don't even have words for what that was Lucky," she sighed. Running her hands up and down his biceps. The veins that lay atop his muscles straining as he lay perched above her.

"It was...FABULOUS," She grinned sexily. Writhing beneath him as his hands snuck mischievously under her gown once again. Finding their way up her thighs and slowly spreading her legs farther apart. His teeth finally moving the bothersome lace away from her eager breasts.

She moaned loudly as his he took one taut bud between his full lips. Suckling her deeply as he pressed his lower body against hers. Slowly thrusting against her in much the same way she had in the carriage.

"Lucky...off," she moaned in reference to her nightgown, his briefs. Everything. All of it.

His tongue began to lave at the next precious peak as he pushed up the satin garment. Never taking his mouth away from her. Sucking and nibbling at her sweet flesh as the material slipped farther up to her waist and around her belly.

Her feet were reminded of his covering as she wrapped him in her thighs. Her toes pushing at the cotton that surrounded his hips. Pushing the underwear down to his ankles a second before he lifted her slightly. Pulling the gown up and over her shoulders at last.

He lay a hand against her hip a split-second before looking down at himself and realizing he'd forgotten a condom.

"Damnit," he muttered.

Her eyes followed him desperately as he reached for the small foil package next to the bed. Her body, demanding his touch. His entrance.

Elizabeth leaned up to him quickly. She couldn't wait for the pill to kick in. She'd begun taking it a little over week earlier, but the doctor said it would take awhile before it became effective. It couldn't be soon enough for her. Stopping in the middle of this was just too damned difficult.

But there was one advantage...

"Let me," she whispered. Licking her lips in anticipation as she removed the transparent sheath from the package, and took his steel rod between her anxious fingers.

Lucky gazed up towards the ceiling. His eyes clouding over at her touch. The feeling of her fingers and the latex coating him, like butterfly wings brushing against his throbbing erection.

She lay beneath him a moment later. Her hands guiding him down to where she needed him to be.

Her hips met his immediately as he glided into her welcoming body. Their bodies instantly falling into sync. From the rhythm of their movements down to the pace of their breathing. Erratic as it was.

Lucky breathed in the scent of her hair, trying to slow his rhythm as her inner walls flexed and stretched around him. Assimilating and coaxing him deeper all at once.

Their bodies had quickly grown accustomed to one another. Learning immediately that they'd been designed for each other. Needed the other to survive.

His fingers skipped lightly over her calves and he pushed her legs gently upwards to meet his hips. His length slipping further into her narrow canal as he did so.

"Aaah...Lucky!" She screamed, catching him by surprise as he immediately went to pull out of her body. Horror flashing through his eyes at the thought of causing her pain.

"No," she moaned, clasping his taut rear between her fingertips as he began to withdraw. Pressing her self against him. She silently chided herself for being so vocal when neither of them were sure of each other's noises yet. But somehow she couldn't keep quiet. Lucky made her want to scream with everything she had. With every move he made.

"You didn't....you didn't...hurt me..." she panted breathlessly. Trying to explain and diminish the fear that she suddenly saw behind his eyes.

"You're sure?" He asked, his movements having stilled completely. His fingers gripping the sheets beneath them. "Eliza -

Her kiss stifled the rest of his question as she wrapped him in her full body embrace. Holding him with both her arms and legs. Bringing the backs of her calves up to meet his firm buttocks. Smiling as she felt him fill her once again.

"It feels so good Lucky," she sighed, meeting him tenderly. Placing kiss after kiss on the hard Adam's apple of his neck as she spoke. "More...please."

"More," she repeated. Her tongue darting out to lick him from the base of his neck to his tasty earlobe. Teasing the dainty silver hoop that she found there with her mouth.

The sounds of her quiet pleading prompted him gently forward. Easing the terrified concern he'd felt a moment before.

Moving gradually inside her once again. Watching her face. Needing to know that she was really ok. Needing to learn which expression or noise meant what.

Lucky's breath caught in his throat as he watched the show of beauty that took place on the canvas that was her face. Her eyelids slipping closed. Her lips parting.

Her walls gripped around him like a vice and he quickly lost the battle for control. The pressure building within his shaft unbearable to withstand any longer. "I love...y-you...Eliza...beth," he panted.

He drove deeper into her body as she quaked around him. The shock waves, drawing his out his own seed, in one powerful rush of liquid heat. She jolted upwards, beneath him. Coming again and again as he continued to erupt within her. Every muscle in his body straining under glistening sweat as he pushed inside one final time.

Each of them, cried out the other's name at once. Louder than they'd ever been as they reached their peak and then slowly descended. Each of them panting loudly as Lucky slowly pulled out of her slick body. Gathering her into his arms before he'd even rolled completely off of her.

His hands traveled over her moist flesh as she lay her head against his chest. His heart beating so fast it sounded as if it would jump straight out of his ribs. She pressed her ear to it. Listening as it slowed. As it began to lull her to sleep. One of his hands drawing a continuous path from the side of her breast to her hip as she lay in his arms. The other hand slowly stroking her hair away from her temple.

Lucky pressed his lips to the top of her head for a long moment before closing his eyes, his body beginning to calm.

"Merry Christmas Baby...Merry Christmas..."

He felt her lips turn upwards against his skin. But the smile was already being formed on the cusp of sleep.

>Lyrics by Diane Warren - These Are the Special Times (Christina Aguilera Christmas)