Adrien

I wake to find my sweet little Jamie resting on my chest. He gazes at me and I find myself wondering how long we've been like this.

Why didn't he wake me up?

He watches me as I yawn and stretch my arms and toes, finally propping up my head with my hands.

We silently watch one another for a few moments.

His face begins to heat up and he ducks his head, smiling.

His sweet smile is contagious.

I tilt his chin back up and lean towards him, planting a soft kiss against his lips.

He smiles against my mouth and leans in, deepening the kiss.

As we part, he rests his head on my chest, and a smile stretches across his gorgeous face.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I say, touching my palm to his cheek.

He blushes again, staring at my chest quietly.

"Morning."

"God, you're so beautiful," I whisper, combing my fingers through his perfectly overgrown hair.

He smiles softly, his doe eyes seeming almost tearful.

Not sad tears, though. Not anymore.

"You're so warm," he says quietly, nestling his head against my collar and slipping his hand up my shirt to the dip in my chest that always fit his palm perfectly.

He makes a small, contented, and cute, noise.

I kiss his hair and wrap my arm around his waist as I watch his face, his smile refusing to fade.

I'm so incredibly grateful for that smile.

"It's Christmas Eve, Ian," he whispers a bit somberly.

Yeah, that's right. It's Christmas.

"You don't sound very happy about that, James. What, were you bad this year?" I say, jokingly.

He lets out a short laugh.

"No, it's just... The year's almost over," he says.

"This has been the best year of my life. I don't want it to end," he adds, almost silently.

I'm quiet for a moment, thinking of words that may comfort him.

"Well, just think. Maybe next year will be twice as good. We go on tour in May and we get to work on the next album, so-"

"But what if... what if it's worse? I mean it was the best year but at the same time, it was also the worst," he says, his voice high and tremulous, like a scared child.

"Well, what was the best part?" I say, petting his hair to calm him.

He thinks for a moment.

"You."

I freeze.

He looks up at me and his innocent gaze sets my heart on fire.

It hurts, yet, at the same time, I crave it.

My chest feels too small as my heart pounds against my ribcage.

So, this is love.

I take a deep breath, tears threatening to spill at the extremity of my amorous emotions.

"Jamie, I'm going to be with you every year till the day you die."

A tear slips down his cheek, matched by mine.

"And even if I die first, I'll come back as a ghost to haunt you and hold you and scare the crap out of you when you watch scary movies alone," I let out a laugh and he smiles through the tears.

"And we're going to get married, and grow old together, and be happy forever, okay?"

I wipe his tears with my thumb.

"So that I can make sure every year is the best year ever."

Another wave of tears pour down his face and he throws his arms around me, burying his face in my neck.

"I love you, Ian," he sobs.

"I love you, too, James."

Jamie

As we spend a while tangled together on the couch, him falling asleep with his head on my chest like the big baby he is, I decide that I want to do something special for him this Christmas.

He snores lightly against my shirt, the noise strangely soothing.

I know what I want to do, but I don't know how to do it.

Do I just say it, or do I-?

No, that'd be weird. I have to-

But I can't do that, Jesus. I could never pull that off.

What if I- ?

Whatever you do, you're just going to make an absolute fool of yourself.

Ugh.

I sigh, frustrated but determined to give him an unforgettable Christmas.

Everything will be fine.

He won't laugh.

He will accept me.

I know he will, he already has.

I look down at the sleeping figure sprawled out on top of me.

He's so perfect.

I comb my fingers through his soft black hair and feel his broad chest rising against my abdomen.

His eyes flutter open as my hand touches his head.

He inhales deeply and yawns.

"Hey," I say softly.

"Have any good dreams?"

He smiles, drowsily.

"Yeah, still am," he mumbles, touching a hand to my cheek.

I feel an automatic smile stretch across my face.

"You woke up not 30 seconds ago and you're already smoother than I've ever been in my entire life," I laugh.

He winks.

"You know it."

I roll my eyes, finally settling my gaze on his.

His bright green eyes are like the glittering emerald jewels that cost thousands of dollars for even a tiny facet.

They're dazzling and beautiful and hold so much thought behind them.

They can see right through me.

They see right through my shell, the wall I've created to keep the world away. They see into my heart, my soul. They've seen everything that's happened to me and have shed countless tears for the horrors they've witnessed. They light up my days and shine through the darkest of nights.

They are everything.

He is everything.

"God, I'm so lucky," I whisper to myself.

"You think you're the lucky one?"

I blush and duck my head. As always, he lifts my flushed face and gazes at me, intrigued by my embarrassment.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too."

He smiles at the words.

Those three little words mean more than the world.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" He asks.

"Well," I say, pondering our options.

"We could go outside."

"Nah," he says, shaking his head.

"We could go somewhere," I say, thinking aloud.

"The roads are closed because of the snow, plus it's Christmas so everything would probably be closed, anyway."

I sigh, easily defeated.

"How about we have another cooking session, just us two?" He says, wiggling his eyebrows.

I smile. He knows me so well.

"What are we gonna make?"

"Chocolate chip cookies?"

I light up.

"Fuck yeah! Let's do it!"

He laughs, pulling me to my feet.

I rush into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the premade roll of cookie dough.

Adrien grabs a cookie sheet and covers it in tinfoil.

After doing his part, he wraps his hands around my waist and hugs me from behind, distracting as always.

"You ass- "

He kisses my neck, causing me to sigh halfway through my sentence.

"Don't you start that shit while I'm cooking, alright?"

He laughs.

"But you're just so sexy- "

"I swear to god, Ian. If you do that again, I'll chop your nuts off," I threaten, waving the knife around.

His hands remain at my hips.

"At least let me hold you."

I sigh.

"Fine."

As I continue rolling small spheres of dough and squishing them on the pan, his breath grows hot and heavy on my neck.

"Ian," I warn.

"What?" He says, laughing innocently.

I scowl at the cookies.

After a moment, his breathing continues and he trails his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt.

I tell myself that I'm trying to ignore it, but the truth is, it feels really nice.

I don't want him to stop.

He plants soft kisses on my shoulder and up my neck. I tilt my head, exposing more skin to him.

He rewards me by slipping his soft, wet, warm tongue over my neck and along my jaw. I gasp at the sudden contact and he slides his hands all over my body.

Fuck, that feels good.

What are you doing!?

Get it together, James!

I push him back off me and shoo him away.

He laughs guiltily.

"Get out of the damn kitchen!"

"But baby- "

"Don't you 'Baby' me, now go!" I say, sounding like a housewife.

In a flash, his whole body is pressed against my back and his hands are quickly sliding up my thighs.

"But, baby. You're clearly enjoying it," he purrs in my ear.

I blush heavily and shove him back.

"Get the fuck out!"

He chuckles, reluctantly leaving the kitchen.

"You're just too easy," he says to himself.

He sits at the dinning room table, opening his laptop.

"Hey Jay," he calls.

"What do you want?" I grumble, almost done filling the tray of cookies.

He laughs.

"Have you heard this song? It's like so incredibly inspiring and beautiful. I sleep to it every night," he says, and I can hear him trying his best not to laugh.

Oh god.

I raise an eyebrow and glance over to the computer.

The screen shows an hour long version of the cats singing Jingle Bells.

"Oh, God no. Turn it off," I groan.

Instead, he turns up the volume.

"Ian, turn it off!" I laugh.

"Make me!" He calls, grinning mischievously.

"You know what? Come here, then I'll fucking make you," I threaten.

"Oh, really?" He says, condescendingly.

"Mhm," I say, resting a hand on my hip.

He smirks and steps into the kitchen, confidently.

I stare at him, just as confidently.

"So, what're you gonna do, kid?"

He leans down, resting a hand on my waist and pulling me close.

His face inches closer to mine in an attempt to kiss me.

Just before his lips have the chance to touch mine, I slide my knee up between his.

Way up.

He freezes, my leg pressed against his crotch.

"Don't test me," I whisper, smirking.

He blushes, his eyes wide.

I turn back to tend to the cookies as he stumbles back to his laptop.

"Fine, jeez," he pouts, pausing the irritating music.

"Thanks, babe," I say, sweetly.

He sighs, feigning irritation.

"Don't you fucking call me that."

I laugh.

He sighs again, and I hear the smile in his voice.

"I love you, Ian."

He snorts.

"Sure."

He turns on some other Christmas music as I slide the tray into the preheated oven.

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A/n

I hope you all appreciate the amount of cheesey, cutesy crap I've crammed into these past 3 chapters.

Frankly, I adore it.

<3 Thanks for reading! <3