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Date Posted: 06:25:17 07/13/07 Fri
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's message, "Christmas Nigh; Adeste Fi!" on 23:51:19 06/30/07 Sat
Christmas Nigh; Adeste Fi!
A/N: All kinds of other Christmas references in this part. Thanks for reading!
Part 13
The Admiral was diligently working on the solar system puzzle that little AJ had given him earlier that evening as a Christmas gift. Initially, Meredith was helping him with it, but some time ago she had disappeared into the bedroom.
So AJ Chegwidden worked by himself. He was currently finishing up a particularly bright star west of Earth. Suddenly, two hands clapped over his eyes by a person standing behind him.
“Guess who?” asked Meredith.
“Who?” returned AJ, knowing this was some sort of game.
“You’re supposed to guess,” she scolded him.
“What are my choices?”
“You don’t get any, … but I’ll give you a hint. … Who comes around on Christmas night?”
The Admiral knew the answer to that one – one jolly old St. Nicholas. But for some reason he figured it wasn’t the one Meredith was looking for. Still, he appropriately responded, “Santa comes around on Christmas night.”
Without confirming or denying the correctness of his response, she gave him another hint. “Who’s got on something lacy white?”
“I hope that’s not Santa,” answered AJ. That would not be a pleasant image.
“Who’s wearing something sexy red?” was her next question.
“Mrs. Claus?”
Meredith leaned down to the Admiral’s ear. “Who’s got a prize for you in bed?”
AJ smiled. “Let’s see, … Christmas night, lacy white, sexy red, prize in bed. … Must be … Vixen,” he proclaimed.
Meredith quickly let go of his eyes. “The reindeer?” she asked, quite appalled.
AJ laughed. “There damn well better be no ‘prize’ left behind by a deer in my bed.”
Meredith walked around so that AJ could see her. She was indeed dressed in a sexy red nightie. She also had a green feather boa around her neck.
“But I was right.” AJ gulped. “… You are a vixen.”
“Oh, I’m just a woman wanting her Christmas presents,” she told him.
“Thought we agreed to wait until morning?” AJ asked, confused.
“We did. But I want to give Santa my list,” Meredith playfully pouted.
“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” the Admiral pointed out. “… Santa’s already flying in his sleigh by now.”
“Well,” Meredith dramatically sighed, “then you’ll have to do.” She suddenly pulled out a red Santa cap from behind her back and put it on AJ’s bald head.
Then she picked up the remote to his stereo, which had been quietly playing Christmas music in the background. She pressed a few buttons to play a track off of a Christmas karaoke CD she had bought and had earlier slipped into the machine. She turned it up.
Soon, the Admiral heard a familiar ‘buh-bum, … buh-bum’ from male back-up singers. He knew he was in trouble. At least she wasn’t doing this in public. That last time she ‘sang’ for him when they were out had been horrendous and embarrassing.
He had been so thankful that Meredith didn’t do any solo singing earlier tonight, and even more so that she actually could play the piano fairly well. This woman fascinated him, but kind of scared him too. Her fearless nature and lack of … talent did concern him.
Meredith had pulled AJ out of his seat by the table, where he’d been working on the puzzle, and over to the sofa where she pushed him back down.
“Santa baby,” she started off key. “Buy some Vail passes to ski … with me. … Been an awful good girl. Santa baby, so, hurry down the chimney tonight.”
The Admiral noticed she was changing some of the words. Interesting. Did that mean this was her real wish list?
Unsurprisingly, Meredith really was butchering the tune to this song. However, AJ was still captivated by her body motions, noting that she was using some of her more sexy moves.
“Santa baby, … a parachute for sky-diving too, … light blue. … I’ll wait up for you dear. Santa baby, so, hurry down the chimney tonight.”
That confirmed for AJ that she was definitely customizing the wish list to her adventure seeking ways. Was she nuts though? A light blue parachute would blend in with the color of the sky. Not something that someone recreationally taking up airspace would want.
Meredith put her leg up on the coffee table and ran her hand seductively over herself while attempting to sing, “Think of all the fun I’ve missed. … Think of all the fellows that I … haven’t kissed.” She took her leg down and approached AJ. “Next year I could be … just as good … if you check off my Christmas list.” She leaned down and traced her finger over his nose and mouth.
AJ was no doubt turned on. But he’d also always been slightly offended by the principle of this song. It was sort of demeaning for a woman to threaten a man to give her every outrageous thing she wanted to ensure her fidelity.
Meredith straightened up and moved away again. “Santa baby, … I want a shot at hunting to pot … the lot.” She gestured, pretending to fire a shotgun. “Been an angel all year.” There was something amusing about calling herself an angel while still holding her pretend gun. “Santa baby, so, hurry down the chimney tonight.”
She then ‘hurried’ to AJ, but in the process banged into the coffee table, and fell flat on the floor behind it. AJ nearly stood up to check on her, when suddenly her head popped up, with “Santa honey.” She pulled herself up while continuing, “One little thing I really need, … a steed, … for a riding good time.”
Meredith sat on the coffee table with a thunk. Sadly, it actually crossed the Admiral’s mind that he was thankful he’d opted to put the puzzle together on the bigger table in the other room, because it wouldn’t have survived this assault.
“Santa cutie, … so fill my stocking with scuba gear; … don’t fear.” She quickly moved to sit on AJ’s lap now. “To dive I hear is sublime.”
‘Well, if you’ve got enough O2,’ thought AJ, remembering his last diving experience. AJ was an ex-Seal. He liked to dive, but it wasn’t his first choice for fun at this point in his life, especially if he had to worry about Meredith’s safety.
“We’ll take a trip,” she gestured her arm outwards as she crooned, “… out to sea.” AJ started to open his mouth to object, but Meredith quickly put her finger over his lips and went on. “Don’t say no, ‘cause I won’t listen … to your plea.”
“I really do … believe in you,” she badly sang and then stood up, pulling him with her. “Let’s see if you … believe in me.”
She pulled her boa off and wrapped it around the back of AJ’s neck. “Santa baby, … forgot to mention one little thing … a fling … when I’m ever alone. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”
Rubbing up and down his body, pulling on the boa, she finished, “Hurry, … tonight.” She kissed him soundly on the lips.
When she released his mouth, AJ promptly questioned, “Fling?” What the devil had that meant? She wanted to be able to fool around with someone else if he wasn’t available?
“Not quite the response I was hoping for,” said Meredith.
“What did you mean by a fling?” he repeated. He wasn’t upset exactly, just confused.
“AJ, it was just a line for fun. It didn’t mean anything … except that you and I can have some good times together.”
“You think of us as a fling?”
“AJ, you are not just some fling. You mean a lot to me,” she assured him. “… Now, how about we head to the bedroom, and you can play with your little ‘vixen,’ if that’s what you insist on calling me.”
He needed to clear his head. “I want to finish the puzzle first,” said AJ. “I’m almost done.”
Meredith was baffled. He was postponing going to bed with her to finish putting together little pieces of cardboard? How that could be was a far more challenging puzzle to her than what was lying on the table.
The Admiral noted her disappointed look, which confused him. She had been the one who suggested they finish the puzzle tonight. So he’d made it his mission to do so. Was her attention span really that short? He looked her over. She did look enticing. It was then that he noticed her leg.
“Hey, you’re bleeding.” It was from where she’d hit her leg on the coffee table.
“Oh, dear,” said Meredith, just now realizing she’d been hurt. “I guess I’d better get that cleaned up. … You finish up your puzzle, and I’ll be back.”
She left, and AJ shook his head as he removed the boa from his neck and thought about Meredith. She had barely flinched when she hurt herself. He wondered if the only feelings she was capable of were passion and excitement.
And how could she be so oblivious to so many things? … So many of her own limitations? How could she overestimate what she was capable of so badly? Or did she just not care?
He wanted to believe in her and their relationship. But was she the real deal? Worth putting faith in for the long term? He’d heard so much about faith tonight. It could be a great source of strength. Yet, faith in the wrong things was not only naïve and pointless, but in some cases could be downright destructive.
The stereo had become quiet after playing the one song from the CD. The Admiral did not bother to turn the radio back on. He focused on finishing the puzzle and had it entirely complete except for the very last few pieces.
“It’s so quiet out here,” Meredith commented when she returned.
“‘Not a creature was stirring,’ …” said AJ. “It is, after all, the night before Christmas.”
Meredith segued into Shakespeare, “‘Not a mouse shall disturb this hallowed house. I am sent, with broom, before, to sweep the dust behind the door.’”
“Have you swept up anything other than dust?” asked AJ. “Because I’m missing my last piece,” he referred to the puzzle, now finished except for one empty spot on the planet Earth.
“We’ll find it in the morning,” Meredith suggested.
“I want to finish this.” He was shaking the box out, looking for the missing piece. Finding nothing there, he started scanning the area of the floor beneath the table.
“AJ,” Meredith begged. “Come to bed.”
“As soon as I find this damn part of the Earth’s stratosphere.”
“AJ …”
“It’s got to be here somewhere.” He was bent over with his head under the table.
“AJ!”
He sat up and narrowly missed bumping his head, though his Santa cap did get knocked off by the table.
Meredith asked, “If you find your piece, you’ll come to bed?”
“As soon as I find it,” he promised.
“This piece, right here on Earth?” Meredith asked, using her pointer finger to slide the piece that had been sitting on top of the puzzle, blending in with the rest of the Earth’s blue and white appearance, out into the darkness of space for AJ to see.
“That’s all I wanted,” claimed the Admiral, relieved that finding it wasn’t a lost cause. He picked up the part and fit it into its proper place. “This piece on Earth,” he declared, before repeating, “That’s all I wanted.”
Meredith smiled and wittily said, “I wish I could provide good will toward men, too.”
AJ silently chuckled in response to her play on words.
Meredith leaned down and picked up the Santa cap. “… But, … come to bed now,” she invited. “I can at least show my good will to one man in particular tonight,” she said, sliding the cap back on AJ’s head. She in her nightie, still sexy red, took one two star Admiral and led him to bed.
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TBC ...
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