From: adjonas2000@yahoo.com   
      
   Title: Christmas Yves   
   By: Amy Jonas   
   Email: adjonas2000@yahoo.com   
   Rating: PG13 for sexual situations   
   Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy and Yves; I'm only taking them out for   
   a playdate.   
   Category: Gen/Het Romance   
   Keywords: Jimmy Bond, Yves Adele Harlow   
   Spoilers: None but there are minor references to several episodes.   
   Can you name them?  He!   
   Summery:  Jimmy and Yves' first Christmas together.  Challenge fic   
   for the All About Jimmy and Yves group.   
   A/N:  Many thanks to MagsRose my terrific beta who keeps me sane   
   while writing (no easy task).  And also those at IRC, Erynn, Linda,   
   Erika, Cyn, and Sally whose encouragement and friendship inspire   
   me.  And for Stephen and Zuleihka who made it all possible.   
   A/N2:  For Mags and Sally, who love schmoopy romance as much as I   
   do.  HRHW rulz!!   
      
      
      
   As long as there is time   
   As long as there is love   
   As long as there is you   
   As long as I have a breath   
   To speak your name…   
   I will love you   
   Because I love you more   
   Than anything in the world.   
      
   -Daniel Haughton   
      
      
      
      
   She should have known Jimmy was up to something when he suggested   
   they take a drive to see Christmas lights.  The sign for New York on   
   the turnpike had been another indicator but having been up for 24   
   hours straight on a stakeout, she hadn't connected it and let the   
   sound of tires against blacktop lull her to sleep.  Yves tried to   
   muster some annoyance at him but her heart wouldn't comply when she   
   saw the smile on his face; it was as bright and big as the star atop   
   the tree in Rockefeller Center. She gazed at the 79-foot Spruce that   
   reached into the velvet night sky.  Decorated in red, green, and   
   blue lights, she had to admit it was an impressive sight but she   
   still had to ask the question.   
      
   "Why New York and not D.C.?"   
      
   "Because it's Christmas Eve," he replied as if that explained   
   everything.   
      
   Perhaps, Yves thought glancing around them, it did.  Despite the   
   temperature being in the low forties, it was expected to drop   
   throughout the night; people crowded the plaza, their laughter and   
   chatter filling the air.  An energy crackled all around them; making   
   the night feel special.  She smiled, slipped her arm around Jimmy's   
   waist and he drew her close.  As they looked at the tree, a part of   
   her worried about road conditions when they started for home but   
   even those thoughts disappeared when she heard the carolers.   
      
   A small group dressed in matching red and green outfits approached   
   singing `Silent Night' in perfect harmony.  A hush spread through   
   the crowd as people gathered to listen.  Yves glanced at Jimmy; he   
   wore a beatific expression on his face; like a child discovering   
   Santa had come early.  They segued smoothly into `The Christmas   
   Song, ` and then the more upbeat `Jingle bell Rock."   
      
   Jimmy gazed down at her. "Lets go ice skating."   
      
   "It's getting late.  We should be getting home."   
      
   Jimmy grinned.  "You don't know how to skate, do you?'  Taking her   
   hands in his, he walked backwards toward the rink.   
      
   "Of course I do," she scoffed.  She stopped resisting and followed   
   him.   
      
   They rented skates and were soon on the ice.  Jimmy quickly skated   
   in front of her, turned backwards and held out his arms.  "Don't   
   worry.  I'll catch you if you fall."   
      
   "I…"  She was an excellent skater and was about to inform him she   
   wouldn't fall when she saw the mischievous glint in his blue eyes.   
   She bit back the grin that sprang to her lips and decided to play   
   along.  Pretending to wobble she reached frantically for him; his   
   eyes widened and just as her fingers grazed his, she moved smoothly   
   past him.  "Try to keep up," she called over her shoulder, seeing   
   his astonished expression.   
      
   Although the rink was only the size of a tennis court and crowded,   
   Yves weaved among the other skaters with a practiced ease,   
   increasing her speed. She hadn't skated for pure enjoyment in a long   
   time and the feel of the chill air lashing her skin felt   
   invigorating.  Her blood raced through her, warming her.  After a   
   few minutes, she slowed and glanced around for Jimmy wondering where   
   he was.   
      
   Surprised, she saw him skating toward her, watching her with the   
   goofy endearing smile that always warmed her heart.  He stopped next   
   to her.  "You looked like you were having fun."   
      
   "I haven't done that since I was a little girl," Yves agreed,   
   feeling energized.  "You want to go again?"  She started to move off.   
      
   "Oh no you don't!"  Jimmy exclaimed, scooping her up in his arms.   
      
   "Jimmy!" Yves protested, trying to maintain a sense of   
   decorum.  "Put me down, people are staring."   
      
   "No one is watching and even if they were, so what?   
      
   Yves glanced around.  Except for a few people shooting them knowing   
   smiles, everyone else was busy skating.  Even the ice guards were   
   occupied.  She relaxed against him, slid her arms around his neck   
   and met his gaze.   
      
   "We're going to fall," she stated.   
      
   "I won't let us."   
      
   "Jimmy."   
      
   Tenderness and passion replaced the playfulness in his   
   gaze.  "You're so beautiful."   
      
   Her heart lurched at the low caress of his voice.    A part of her   
   was conscious of the people whipping by perilously close to them;   
   the rest of her was very much aware of being in his arms.  She   
   touched his cheek, reddened from the cold and pressed herself closer   
   to him.  His hand, which had been grazing her breast, caused a jolt   
   of electricity through her body.  Then he was leaning down, pressing   
   his lips to hers.  A starburst of heat shot through her veins.   
      
   She felt him jerk.  The kiss ended abruptly.  Instinct overruled her   
   emotions.  Her eyes flew open to see Jimmy's startled expression.   
   They were falling.  Before she could react, he held her tightly to   
   him, twisting his body so he fell backwards, slamming on to the ice.   
   Something sounding like an "Ooomph" rushed from his lips.   
      
   Stunned, Yves found herself lying on top of Jimmy, their bodies   
   perfectly aligned. His quick reflexes, honed from years of playing   
   sports had protected her by making sure he had taken the brunt of   
   the force when they fell.   
      
   "Jimmy, are you ok?"  When he didn't immediately respond, she   
   shifted to get a better look at his face, acutely aware of the   
   subtle movement of his body under her.   
      
   "Yeah," he groaned.   
      
   Propping herself up on his chest, Yves arched an eyebrow at him, her   
   lips curved in a smirk.  "Are you referring I'm heavy?   
      
   "No, I…" She knew the question was unmerited but she loved how his   
   eyes went wide and panicked making him look cute and sexy at once.   
   His jacket was open; he rarely zipped it claiming he did not feel   
   the cold.  As he rambled on, Yves's hand drifted over his chest,   
   pausing over his heart.  She could feel his heart racing through his   
   navy sweater.  "Yves, I didn't mean…"   
      
   Boisterous laughter and whistles reminded Yves they were not alone.   
   Feeling her face grow warm, she scrambled off Jimmy onto the   
   freezing ice, studiously ignoring the giggles of the two women who   
   had been watching them with great interest.  As she brushed the ice   
   shavings and snow from her dark jeans, one of the women shouted   
   out:  "Hey sexy, forget the Ice Princess, you can warm me up   
   anytime."   
      
      
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