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A Little Holiday Cheer	By : SparksDonnen Category: M through R > Newsies Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Little Holiday Cheer
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Sage frowned in the mirror and turned to her coworker,
Sarah. "You're joking right? I can't wear this thing! It's not
modest."

"It's
what the bosses said we wear, it's what we wear." Sarah
shrugged, pulled on her skirt, trying to convince the clingy red
velvet to stay below her panty line, and walked out.

Sage
turned a bitter glare at the reflection that glowered out at her from
the mirror on the wall of the employee's bathroom. The dark green
velvet top dropped off her shoulders dramatically and the white fake
fur that lined the "collar" did little more than entice the
general male populace to take a closer look at the cleavage happily
shown. The skirt, though longer than Sarah's, still displayed far too
much leg for her taste. And the thigh-high black boots, with their
ridiculous five and a half inches of heel, did nothing to help. She
felt like a gaudy Barbie doll on display. In a porn store. She tugged
at the stubborn neckline of her top, glaring furiously at the stupid
full length sleeve that covered her left arm while her right was left
bare to the idiotic white fur strap that fell over her arm.

She
was supposed to be Santa's merry helper, not Display Case #2 "the
bright green holiday thong". She made a note to hit Jack for
letting his sense of "witty humor" rub off on her and
stormed out into the mall for her first day of hell.

It's
beginning a lot like Christmas

Everywhere
you go

Take
a look in the five and ten,

Listening
once again with candy canes and silver lanes aglow

Jack leaned against the support beam and watched as
Medda and Bumlets, two of the cashiers for the store, closed out.

“We
really shouldn't let you stay inside, you know.” Bumlets
muttered as he trotted past a minute later.

“I'm
just waiting for Sage and it's cold outside.” Jack smiled a
winning smile and Medda pushed Bumlets ahead.

“He
won't do anything, besides everything's been put away.”

Bumlets muttered that if somebody got fired it wouldn't
be him, and let Medda drag him off to clock out. Jack leaned against
the pillar and waited. Just as he'd predicted, Sage returned from her
final break – still in costume, Jack noted – and began to
clean up the scattered decorations for the Santa display.

He grinned and tilted his head to one side as she leaned
over the sleigh prop, allowing him a quick peek at the black
underwear under her skirt. He bit his lip and grinned a bit wider as
the Christmas music in the store came back on – the security
was obviously here. But, he'd paid the guy enough to let him be for
the night.

It's
beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys
in every store,

But
the prettiest site to see

Is
the holly that will be on your own front door

Sage
glowered at the reflection of herself that one of the Christmas
ornaments gave her : an overly busty green figure with orange hair.
“Stupid, stupid managers.”

“I
like it.” Jack offered, still grinning like an idiot.

Sage yelped and spun, her hand darting out to grab the
bucket full of candy canes on the sleigh as a weapon. It wasn't hard
metal, or all that heavy, but it was the first thing she could reach.
Seeing Jack standing there, arms crossed over his chest and an
extremely smug look on his face, she relaxed but still considered
bashing his head in with the pail. Only the idea of having to pay for
the damage made her hesitate.

“Cute
outfit.” Jack's grin grew just a bit smugger. “Should I
call you Arwen or something else?”

“Go
to hell, Kelly.” Sage glared but set the pail down.

Jack walked over calmly and wrapped his arms around her,
she struggled a little but quickly gave up and settled into the
embrace. “I think it's cute, but a little outta character for
Santa. Besides, you're a bit tall for Santa's elf helper.”

“I
told the managers that too.” Sage smiled as he snagged a candy
cane and opened it with his teeth. “Besides, what kind of Santa
is too busy checking out his elves to notice the kids?”

“Well,
if you're going to tell me that this Santa,” Jack motioned to
the ornate throne that was the center of the display with the candy
cane, “is a pervy elf fancier, I am going to have to beat his
face in. Especially if he digs the red haired ones.” He tapped
the candy cane against her lips.

Sage giggled and obligingly opened her mouth, sucking on
the candy cane and relishing the spicy cinnamon flavor that filled
her mouth and nose instantly.

“I'll
take that as a reassurance that he's not.” Jack smiled and
kissed her forehead, then took back the candy cane.

“Let
me get changed and we'll get out of here. You'll get in trouble being
here.” Sage pulled away and headed for the changing room in the
back of the store.

Jack followed leisurely, “Oh, I dunno, the
security guy didn't seem to care.”

“Skitts
wouldn't.” Sage tossed back over her shoulder sarcastically.

“I
gave him a fifty ... he can buy Frankie something nice tomorrow.”

“Nice
and shiny.” Sage smirked and stepped into the room; there was a
hanger for her outfit, and the Santa costume was tossed carelessly
over one of the counters. Jack followed her in and began to fiddle
with the little scented candles Sarah had scattered around. She
ignored the click-hiss
of his lighter as he began to light them and instead reached over to
pick it up. Jack's arm reached past her and snatched up the coat.

“This
thing is hideous.” Jack pulled it on anyway.

“Put
it back,” Sage bit her lip and watched him tug at the sleeves,
“Jack, be careful!”

“Oh
relax,” he grinned at her, “I'm not hurting anything.”

A
pair of hobalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is
the wish of Barney and Ben

“You
look stupid.” Sage eyed the over sized red coat for a moment
and shook her head. “It clashes with your skin.”

“And
my jeans.” Jack agreed with a smile, staring at himself in the
reflection across from him. Sage moved over to stand next to him,
hugging his arm and giggling.

“It
looks horrible.”

Jack smirked and bit down on the candy cane lightly,
sucking on the spicy sweetness. “Yeah, but it's not so bad when
you stand next to me.”

“Except
it makes my hair look neon orange.” Sage's face screwed up in
disgust.

Jack burst into laughter, took the candy cane from his
mouth, and pulled her into a kiss. “I think,” he traced
the tip of the candy cane across the swell of one breast, leaving a
line of sticky residue on her skin, “I think you look really
hot in that outfit.”

“You
would.” Sage squirmed, reaching up to smack at his hand as the
candy cane slid across her chest.

Jack slide the candy cane up, dragging it across her
throat and up to her ear. “Of course I would.” He bent
his head then and kissed her throat at the top of the line of
cinnamon traced onto her skin. Sage uttered a soft “oh”
as he began to suck gently, tracing his tongue carefully over the
candy's trail, slowly and carefully cleaning off the mess he'd made
of her finely pampered skin.

Dolls
that will talk and will go for a walk

Is
the hope of Janice and Jen

Sage's fingers slipped into Jack's hair and she gripped
his neck as her balance began to fail. Jack expertly moved his mouth
lower down her throat and suddenly he was sucking on the top of one
breast. A breathy moan escaped her lips as tingles of excitement
began to shoot through her body.

Jack closed one arm around her waist, reaching up to
caress her breast through the fabric of her shirt as he continued to
suck at her delicate skin.

“You,
uh...” Sage gasped as he dragged his teeth lightly over her
skin and shuddered, her eyes closing of their own volition.

“What?”
Jack's voice was muffled as he turned his head to begin cleaning off
her other breast, his hand still teasing the first. He smirked as he
felt her nipple poke against his palm, her breast were so sensitive
and it was always fun to exploit.

“No...
hickies.” Sage's voice was beginning to take the slightly
breathy tones that spoke volumes about what he was doing to her body
with just the softest of touches and she cringed inwardly as his hand
dropped from her breast to her thigh, tracing along the top of one
boot. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“Okay.”
Jack smiled and lifted her up, sitting her on the counter, and stuck
the candy cane in her mouth.

“Okay?”
Sage narrowed her eyes slightly. “You're cruel.”

“I
didn't say I was gonna stop.” The hand on her thigh moved
noticeably higher and she arched her back as his fingers traced along
the edge of her panties. Jack smirked at the stifled moan. “That's
what I thought.”

Sage's skin was already burning and every moment that he
teased her was making the fire pooling in her belly creep lower,
closer to freedom. “Jack...” She didn't care if she
sounded like she was begging now, staring into his hazel eyes. God,
she hated that smirk he always got when he knew he was getting to
her.

Jack leaned in and kissed her again, slipping his
fingers into the satin material and stroking softly at the skin
beneath. Sage moaned against his lips and arched her back, breaking
off the kiss as her hips thrust against his hand desperately. Without
further ado, Jack's hands moved to her waist, pulling her panties
down and off.

Sage reached one hand down to the crotch of his jeans as
he kissed her throat, fondling the erection she felt growing against
her hand. She felt her lips tip up in a smirk as he moaned and
shuddered and she reached up with her free hand to pull the candy
cane from her mouth. “What's that?”

And
Mom and Dad can hardly wait for

School
to start again.

Jack's hand closed around her own and pressed her palm
firmly against his crotch. “I hate this song.”

Sage smirked and dragged her nails over the jeans,
delighting in the weak groan she forced out of him. Jack rocked back
far enough to get his shaking hands down to the zipper of his jeans,
she scooted to the edge of the counter and spread her legs, slipping
the candy cane back into her mouth. “I mean it, no hickies.”

Jack didn't answer in words, but the sudden contact of
his hips slamming into hers and the wonderful thrill that shot
through her as he filled her with himself was a perfectly
understandable response. She bit the candy cane to keep from moaning
too loudly as he began to grind against her.

“Take
that off.” She gasped after a minute, pushing the red coat
off his shoulders insistently. Jack complied, rolling his shoulders
and dropping his arms from her long enough to let the heavy red coat
fall to the ground, then his hands where back on her body, caressing
and teasing as he kissed her throat, nipped her shoulder and paid
homage to her body.

Oh
it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Oh
yes, everywhere you go.

There's
a tree in the Grand Hotel,

One
on the porch as well.

The
sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.

Sage moaned as the sweat slowly began to pool between
her breasts, trickling down her skin and making her shudder. Jack's
hands teased at her breasts and she couldn't help the whimpers and
moans of delight that escaped her lips as his thumbs stroked circles
over her nipples.

Jack began to move then, his hips first slowly pulling
away from her with an agonizing slowness and then pressing back
against her body with an equally tormenting pace. Sage bit down hard
on the candy cane and it snapped in her mouth, making her choke in
surprise.

Jack looked up, startled, and gently took the candy from
her lips, kissing her hard and sucking the sweetness from her full
lips. Sage's tongue darted out and filled his mouth with the spicy
aroma of the candy. Jack's tongue began to duel hers and she moaned
loudly as his thrusts against her hips began to speed up.

Her hands roamed over his back, pulling him close
holding him there as their bodies moved in unison. She suddenly broke
the kiss and tilted her head back, crying out loudly as her muscles
began to clench. Jack pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his
waist, pressing still deeper into her with an ever increasing speed.
She screamed again as he pulled her closer to him, closer to her
release.

Jack could feel his own climax coming quickly and
dropped his mouth to her throat again, nipping at the sensitive spot
in the hollow between throat and collar bone. Sage's scream told him
that she was ready and he bit harder, drawing another strangled cry
from her.

She was beyond ready now, they both could feel it and as
Jack's arms closed around her she shuddered at the change in angle
and pressure, crying out for him to let her finish. Jack pushed her
back, laying down over her on the counter and began to thrust harder
than before. Her cries were coming in tandem to their hips crushing
together now and he groaned, then tilted his head back and cried out
in reply to her body, obeying her commands as she pulsed around him,
and released himself deep into her.

It's
beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Oh
yes soon, very soon, the bells will clang

And
the thing that will make them ring

Is
the carol that you sing

Right
within your heart.

For a long moment after they finished, neither of the
young pair moved. Finally, with great effort, Jack pushed himself up
and pulled out of her, Sage moaned softly in protest to this and
propped herself up on shaking arms.

“I'm
going to get fired for this.” She watched Jack put out the
candles and let him help her off the counter.

“Let's
just go home.” Jack muttered, kissing her throat softly before
grabbing her bag, with her change of clothes in it, off a hook.
“Forget changing.”

Uncertain if she could stand long enough to change, and
having the decency of mind to realize her costume now needed the
attention of a washing machine, Sage merely nodded in reply, pulled
on her panties, and followed him out.

The drive home was quiet and Jack was sitting on the
couch when Sage came down from her shower, now dressed in a
comfortable pair of dark green fleece pants and a black tank top with
silver snowflakes on it.

Jack looked up and smiled. “You look absolutely
stunning, Mrs. Kelly.”

“I
feel like my legs are made of Jell-O.” Sage countered and
flopped down next to him, watching the fire. “What possessed
you to do that?”

“The
outfit screamed 'boink me', I couldn't help it.” Jack shrugged
and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back and against his
chest.

“I
will remember to use that as my next reason why I hate that being my
uniform.” Sage managed not to snicker halfway through.

Jack snorted and reached over to his coat and idly
pulled out a small golden box. The cardboard was wrapped with a
golden cord and there was a little green and gold tag that flickered
back and forth as he brought the parcel level with her nose. Sage
made out the fine lettering at that point.

To
Sage

-
All my love, Jack

“What
is this?” Sage carefully took the box from him. “It's not
Christmas yet.”

“It's
not a Christmas gift.” Jack sounded sheepish.

“Uh-huh,
then what is it?”

“It's
a present to commemorate the third anniversary of the day you agreed
to marry me.” Jack's voice was soft against her ear.

Sage's jaw dropped in surprise that he remembered the
exact date he'd proposed. “Three years already?”

“Yeah.”
Jack kissed her shoulder softly. “Do you remember where we
were?”

“At
the skating arena.” Sage turned her head to smile at him over
her shoulder. “Next to the Rudolph display.”

“Open
it.” Jack urged, his arms wrapping about her waist.

Sage deftly pulled off the cord and opened the box and
she gasped in surprise.

On a golden chain was a small pendant shaped like a
reindeer. Sage pulled it out of the box and turned it over in her
hand. “Oh Jack, it's lovely.”

He reached up and took it from her, opening the clasp
and settling the necklace around her throat. Sage shivered as the
cool metal fell on her skin, but reached up and pressed the little
reindeer against her collar bone.

“Thank
you.”

“Welcome.”
Jack's voice tickled her ear as his arms closed around her waist
again.

“By
the way, you broke your promise.” Sage smirked.

“Did
I?”

“I
have a mark on my neck.”

“Just
wear the necklace.”

“You
are so hopeless.” Sage shook her head in exasperation.

“You
would prefer next time I don't use a candy cane?” Jack's voice
was tinged with amused curiosity.

“I
would prefer next time we not do it on the table of the employee
lounge.”

“Okay,”
Jack's voice told her he was trying hard not to laugh, “Next
time we'll do it on the sleigh.”

The
carol that you sing

Right
within your heart.
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