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In Which there are Candy Cane Kisses...

It started with such a simple thing: putting up the Christmas Tree. Michael was bouncing in his play pen, watching as Sam tried to keep himself from getting tangled with the lights and the tree and muttering things that he really hoped his son didn't hear or worse - repeat. Though he could blame it on Dean.

He had done it before, and probably would do it again. Sorry Dean.

Bela came back somewhere along the way with the ornaments and dinner, and when he turned to look at her, she smiled with her lips around the end of a candy cane. "Do you need a hand there, Sam? I am sure we could find you some instructions on your computer."

"I'm figuring it out," he stated, but his eyes were watching as she played with the end of her candy cane. She noticed it and moved her tongue in a way that made Sam gulp. He turned back to the tree quickly. "I still don't know why we have to have a real one. The fake ones come with the lights already installed."

"The real ones smell better. Don't you want Michael to look back and remember Christmas and how it looked, sounded and smelt?" Bela smirked and kept sucking on her candy cane.

Sam heard the sucking noise and gave her a look. "Do you really have to do that?"

"Do what?" She gave him the most wicked grin as she sucked on the cane as she slowly slid it in and out of her mouth.

He huffed, crossing his arms a moment, then shook his head. "You know what, we'll go back to that later."

"Promise?" Bela asked.

Sam walked over, taking her hand and holding the candy cane out so he could get a bit of access to it. Looking her in the eye, he aimed his tongue on the end of the curve, flicking his tongue on it a moment before letting it slide into the inside of the curve and lick the length. Then with his own grin, he moved past her to pick Michael up from his playpen.

"I'll feed Michael while you decorate the tree, love," he said as he disappeared into the kitchen, knowing that later tonight they would get back to that discussion for sure.

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Bela went back to the tree with a grin. It'd been a while since she'd had the chance to really spend time with Sam lately, and the holidays seemed to be the perfect opportunity to do it. Once Michael was fed and out, they would have the apartment to themselves.

All she had to do was finish with the tree. She kept one ear on the kitchen, listening for the sounds of her husband and son together as she placed the ornaments on the tree, trying to finish up as quickly as possible.

Once Michael was fed, then cleaned up from the sweet potatoes and hot dogs they both were wearing, he carried their baby boy into the living room to look at the tree.

"Isn't it pretty?" he asked, bouncing the child on his hip while Michael tried to reach for one of the ornaments. "No, no touching."

Bela smiled slightly and she made her way over, reaching to take her son from Sam gently. "Wouldn't want anything to break, love. You have to be gentle."

Michael just continued to reach for the tree, letting his fingers brush against the bristles of the branches lightly.

Sam handed their son over, kissing Bela's cheek in the process. "You did a beautiful job."

"Thank you," she nodded, before starting to pull Michael away from the tree. He whined slightly, resting his head against his mother's shoulder. "And I think it's time for this one to head to bed. What do you think?"

"Probably a good idea, otherwise he gets cranky." Sam kissed Michael on the top of his head. "Night buddy. See you in the morning."

"Night, Daddy," he mumbled as Bela carried him out of the room and back towards his bedroom.

"I'll be right back," she said over her shoulder as she started to head up the stairs.

"I'll be here."

Sam went and cleaned up in the kitchen, then got the fireplace going before turning off the lights except for the tree and the fire. He had missed having time with Bela as well, and he was starting to finally understand that holiday feeling people always talked about.

Turning on the radio to be in the background, he then went to the couch and stretched out, reaching for his book to read a bit. Sometimes it was easy to put their son down, and sometimes it could take them half the night.

But if anything, Sam was patient.

Tonight Michael was a little reluctant to head into sleep, but a bit of rocking and a familiar story, and soon he was drowsing quietly in her arms, his head lolling against her shoulder. Once he was back in his own bed and tucked in, she made her way downstairs.

She padded through the dim light of the living room to her husband, sliding onto the couch next to him as she looked over his shoulder. "What're you reading?"

"The new Grisham novel. He's becoming very formulaic, but they are still good reads when you don't want anything that makes you have to think."

He slipped an arm around her and finished the chapter quickly before putting it back down. "So, how was your day?"

"Not bad," she sighed as she curled closer to him, wrapping an arm across his torso lightly. "No different than usual, but nothing bad either."

"Well, that's good. I was worried when you came home sucking on a candy cane like it was a lifeline," He smiled a bit, playing with her hair.

She smirked, before pushing up so that she could kiss him lightly. "Oh, no. That was for you."

He smiled into the kiss, then pulled back to look at her. "So you're just trying to get us both on the naughty list then, huh?

"Does seducing your husband count as being naughty?" she asked as she moved closer, sliding her free arm around her shoulder.

"Depends on the seduction, I guess," he leaned back into the couch a bit, letting her get on top of him a bit easier. "I've never really understood the whole naughty/nice list myself..."

"Neither have I," she murmured, shifting so that she was straddling him, and leaning forward to nibble on his ear. "Then again, I always assumed I was naughty."

Sam closed his eyes, leaning his head to give her better access. "Well, we could use more coal for the fireplace."

His hands went to her hips, pulling her a bit closer.

She moved closer, turning to kiss his neck instead. "Have to keep the house warm after all."

"I'm feeling pretty warm right now," he muttered softly, his hands sliding up under her sweater to brush along her back. "So do you."

She hummed softly at the feel of his hands against her back, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. "Well, I like having you close."

He shifted his head so he could kiss along her neck now. "Me too."

He managed to unsnap her bra under the sweater and lift it out of the way, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently under the fuzzy fabric.

She moaned softly in his ear, her back pushing into his hands more as her hand slipped between the material of his shirt and his skin, settling in closer against him.

Sam took his time, just enjoying them stretched out on the couch, kissing and touching gently. His hands teased her as his lips found hers and kissed her lovingly. The last two years had been wonderful, even if they were rocky at times, but he wouldn't trade it for the world now.

Bela didn't think she'd ever have this at all. She still wasn't sure that she deserved this, but she wasn't not going to take it. She was going to enjoy it for as long as she had it. She leaned into the kiss, her hand moving up to cup his face lightly as she pushed herself closer.

Sam kissed her a moment longer, then pulled his head away a bit to look at her softly. "You still haven't told me what you want for Christmas, you know."

"Do I have to want something for Christmas?" she said softly, sliding her arms around his neck. "I just want to spend it with you and Michael."

"No, but that's just going to make whatever I give you your fault for not giving me ideas," he said with a playful grin.

She grinned back at him. "Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll love it."

"Now you're setting up a challenge for me," he laughed. "What horrible thing can I give to see if you'll still love it..."

"Oh, now be nice," she grinned. "It is Christmas after all."

"I thought we were aiming for the naughty list. See, now I'm confused again," he laughed.

She grinned before leaning in closer. "Well, in order to get on the naughty list, I'm about to be very nice to you."

"Oh?" He leaned back into the couch further, bringing his arms up behind his head. "And how's that?"

"I think you have a good idea," she murmured, before leaning closer to kiss his neck lightly.

"Does it involve candy cane kisses?" he asking, his fingers roaming lightly up and down her body.

"Maybe," she murmured, her lips moving over his gently.

He lifted his head just a bit to kiss her. "Good thing I like the taste of them."

She leaned into the kiss, letting an arm slide around his neck and leaning closer.

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