Title: All Our Troubles Out of Sight
Characters: Jimmy Page, Summer Dylan
Word Count: 6144
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Christmas 1977. Summer is still with Jimmy. They celebrate their one year anniversary. Has lots and lots of spoilers in this one.

Also there's sex. And it's good.

Inspired by Judy Garland's Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas


Sitting in her swing in her garden, Summer twirled around, her toes dragging on the cold ground. A small smile danced on her face. Parting the lace curtains, Jimmy watched the pretty girl. As he sipped the wine in his glass, he smirked. They had a trying year that much was certain. With the Christmas holiday and their first anniversary quickly approaching, Jimmy knew he needed to find the perfect gift for her. However, he wanted to make that year as special for her as she was to him. He just needed to figure out how exactly to pull that off.

To be honest, moments like these surprised him. After all they had been through the past year, the shift from sweet and innocent Summer to a pretty and polished princess was near complete, in part guided by him. Yet as she sat barefoot on her swing, her white gauzy robe floating about behind her, Jimmy sighed and took another sip of his wine. He needed to do something special for her that holiday, but what?

Setting down his glass and releasing the curtain, Jimmy stepped away from the window. Heading over to the door, he slipped out into the garden silently. Standing in the shadows for a moment, he waited to see if she would sense his presence or if she was so lost in reverie to notice him.

“Jimmy?” she stopped twirling on the swing and sat up straighter. “Are you out here?”

Stepping from the shadows, Jimmy smiled, “I did not want to disturb you.”

“Impossible,” she smiled and stood. “Is there something you want?”

“I think,” he touched her cheek, “that is what I should be asking you.”

“Why?” her innocent blue eyes looked into his.

“Because, princess, Christmas is coming soon,” Jimmy stated before dipping down for a kiss.

Her eyes widened, “Oh, but, Jimmy, I haven’t anything for you.”

“You gave me the best gift last year. I need nothing else,” he declared and kissed her again. “So tell me what you want, my princess.”

“I have no wishes. You already give me everything,” Summer responded.

“Hmmm. Then I will have to think on it more. Now how about you get dressed and we go out for a bit?”



Entering Jimmy’s house, clutching a paper shopping bag, Summer’s eyes instantly dropped to the luggage at the bottom of the curved staircase. Concern touched her brow, not at all aware that Jimmy was leaving any time soon. She had thought they were going to spend Christmas together, put up a tree, kiss under mistletoe, and other such festive things. But no, he was leaving her – a day before Christmas Eve.

“Summer, is it you that I heard come I – Princess? Are you okay?” his dark eyes met hers as she looked up the stairs to him.

“Where am I to go?” she asked softly, her bottom lip trembling.

“Go? I do not understand,” Jimmy declared and headed down the stairs.

She pointed at the suitcases, “Clearly you are intending to leave. Where am I to go?”

He halted midway down the stairs, “With me of course, princess. I would go nowhere without you.”

“But the luggage…?”

“Belongs to both of us,” he continued down the steps, stopping in front of her to kiss her mouth briefly. “You are coming with me.”

“Where are we going, Jimmy?”

He kissed her again, “That is my secret. Put away your packages and change into your traveling clothes.”

“Oh but these are your Christmas presents. Will we be returning to unwrap them here?”

He shook his head, “No. Bring them then.”



Hand on her lower back, Jimmy guided Summer into the elevator. Neither had spoken since arriving at the hotel; he was waiting for her reaction to their return to New York City. As soon as the doors to the lift closed, paying no attention at all to the elevator attendant or the bellhop, Summer turned to Jimmy and threw her arms around his neck. His arms loosely circled her waist as his dark eyes looked into hers. She grinned brightly before pressing on her toes slightly – enough to raise the 3-inch heels from the carpet – and kissed him sweetly. Moments before the elevator chimed with their arrival to the penthouse suite, Summer deepened the kiss. Regretfully Jimmy pulled slightly out of her embrace and guided her out of the lift.

His eyes sparkled as Summer threw her arms up to the high ceiling and spun around the room. For a moment, his vision blurred and he saw her doing that two years before – only instead of a fashionable denim pantsuit she was wearing a flowing dress. While he had been instrumental in encouraging her love of high fashion, a part of him missed the happy California girl she had once been. Shoving a few bills into the bellhop’s hand before waving the boy out of the suite, Jimmy closed and locked the hotel door and turned to Summer. 

Already out on the balcony looking out over the snow dusted Central Park, Summer leaned over the railing and inhaled deeply. She had missed that scent more than she cared to mention. It was not that she was unhappy with Jimmy wherever he took her; there was just something special about the fresh scent of the park. Or maybe it was just being back in their hotel.

Before his arms slinked around her waist and his lips touched her ear, Summer felt Jimmy’s presence. Smiling and closing her eyes, she leaned back into his embraced, her arms folding over his. The couple remained standing like that for a long moment. Both of their thoughts drifted back to their initial embrace on that very balcony, though hers took a far darker path back. Jimmy felt her body tense and instantly turned her around to kiss her frowning lips.

“Whatever you are thinking about, stop,” he instructed.

“But–”

“Let your heart be light. All of our troubles are far away behind us,” Jimmy stated.

“But–”

“We are here in this beautiful city where we first began,” he began. “In a way it is more of a home for us than London or any of the other places we have been. Bring your thoughts back to that. Bring the light back in your eyes. Here we are alone, together.”

“Jimmy, I… it is hard to forget our past,” Summer declared softly.

“Focus on our present.”

“Jimmy…”

“I love you, Summer,” he muttered and kissed her. “Greatly.”

She pressed her forehead to his, “I love you too, Jimmy.”

He kissed her again, “Come in and have a drink with me. Then we can decide where to have dinner, my princess.”

As she sat on a richly upholstered sofa, sipping a drink handed to her by Jimmy, Summer’s thoughts drifted once more into darkness. The past six months – no year – had been more than trying. The year had begun with her being shared – a bit unwillingly – between Jimmy and Robert. They kept her drinking and drugging on tour, making her far more pliable than she would have been at any other time, but even that failed in July. She chose to remain with Jimmy in San Francisco while Robert and Bonzo headed to the next tour stop in New Orleans ahead of the band. She crashed hard and vowed to never allow them to control her like that again – only for it to no longer be an issue with Karac’s death. It had been no surprise that Jimmy did not attend the funeral, at least to her. Why would he when they fought, she vowed she would be his only, and then hurried to be at Robert’s side the moment he needed her? Guilt and confusion filled her more days than not after that, not enough guilt for her to allow Jimmy to share her bed, but enough confusion that she remained with him as Robert shut himself up. Perhaps she would have completely given up on Robert had he not appeared in France a month before. She had vowed to herself that if she returned to England with Jimmy after that holiday, she would remove Robert’s ring once more again and this time forever. However, Robert had appeared and for a few days they loved as if everything was going to be okay, was going to be theirs. Only not everything was okay. She was still the other woman to his wife. She needed to let him go, to love herself without him, to be strong enough to let him go.

On her return to England, Summer removed Robert’s ring once more, tucked it into the very back of her jewelry box, and devoted herself to Jimmy completely.

They had not made love in six months and she was certain it drove Jimmy to distraction. Yet he had not asked, had not pushed, though he had attempted to seduce her a number of times. She was even certain that he remained faithful to her, watched him push away women when they were out. However, since their trip to France with the band, he had not reached for her in passion. He had been broody for a few days, saying nary a word to her. The calendar had changed to December before he suddenly spoke to her, suddenly seemed to realize her ring was gone. The energy in the house changed, though they had not openly discussed Summer’s decision. It was that very energy that brought them to where they were; she knew it.

Sitting on the sofa next to her, Jimmy tucked a curl behind her ear and leaned over to kiss her lips softly. Blinking away her dark thoughts, she met his eyes and smiled sweetly. His fingers slipped the glass from hers and set it on the nearby coffee table. Cupping her chin, his other hand resting upon her knee, Jimmy kissed her once more, his tongue slipping briefly into her mouth.

“Princess… I…”

“Jimmy…” her eyes searched his briefly, “…I am so glad you brought us here. This is exactly where we should be… starting over.”

“Starting over?”

“Yes. Just you and me. No Robert. No band. Not my family. You and me, Jimmy,” she declared. “We are good when we don’t let others influence our relationship.”

“I… agree. Wholeheartedly,” he smiled.

“I know I have been unfair to you these past few months and I want to apologize. I was so angry at how you both treated me for… months. And I suppose I still felt unresolved about that when Karac died. I lost a child I did not even know and it still hurts my heart. He lost an even greater part of his heart. I could not… I had to try if for no other reason than that we had a history. Someone needed to reach out to him or we would lose him. I still… I still think it’s possible that Robert is going to slip away from us, Jimmy. I know you were once best friends; you must still care about him,” she stated softly.

Reaching for her hands, he grasped both and lifted them to his mouth, kissing her knuckle briefly, “Summer, my princess, I… I do believe I understand. And we were wrong to do what we did to you. I think we both could not stand the thought of letting you go. It was not right to do to you, not in the least. It should have been your choice to make. I understand that now. And Karac’s… death has shaken us all. I could not face Robert’s grief. I have failed him, one of my best mates, because I could not see past my jealousy of your care for him and my own fear of what I would do in his place. We will do better – for each other and for him.”

“Do you mean that?”

“I do. You are absolutely right that we need to help him just as you are right that we need to not allow others to influence our relationship,” Jimmy said. “In the new year, I will contact Peter and tell him that the entire band is on hiatus and to stop pressuring Robert to return. First you and I will replace last year’s horror with new memories. Then we will reach out to Robert as a united team and help him. We will not fail.”

Grinning, she pulled her hands free in order to throw her arms around Jimmy and kiss him deeply, “I love you, James Page. I truly do. And it is not a childish fantasy love. It is the real thing.”



Summer’s blue eyes glanced around the rich red and gold restaurant as Jimmy slipped her coat off her shoulders. He kissed her temple to bring her attention away from the lavish French décor and vibrant floral displays. Gaze flicking to his, she smiled and slipped into her chair. Pausing briefly, Jimmy bent over and kissed her ruby lips softly before removing his coat and handing it to the host and slipping into his own chair. His hand instantly snaked across the table to intertwine with hers, bringing her focus directly to him. Her blue eyes danced down from his, taking in his appearance. Wearing a simple white suit with a dark green silk shirt, Summer thought Jimmy the most handsome man in the world. And she mentioned such to him.

“Ah, but my dear princess, I can only be the most handsome with a jewel such as you beside me,” he responded.

Flushing, her eyes fluttered to the table as she whispered a thank you. Attired in agreen chiffon dress, gifted to her prior to their leaving the hotel, she had quickly pulled her messy blond curls back with a simple white ribbon. She wore only Jimmy’s locket from the year before, no other jewels. Even her shoes were simple low silver heels, not the high fashion disco platforms that made walking on snow and ice even more treacherous. In her own appraisal, Summer realized they complimented each other very nicely, made quite a simple and elegant statement. And she was ever aware that it was carefully crafted by Jimmy. Any other day she might have brought it up, but as they had already come to consensus about many of the larger issues in their lives, she was content to allow him this for now. Therefore, she merely squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

After a divine dinner of some of the best French cuisine she had tasted outside of France, Jimmy swept her winter coat, a white woolen one that dusted her knees, back upon her shoulders and guided her from the restaurant. He spoke little as they headed down the street, not something that was either odd or unwelcome. Summer enjoyed just walking with him in the crisp December air, looking at the sparkling sights of New York City dressed for the Christmas holiday. She could hardly believe that Christmas Eve was already upon them. It seemed like it had come so quickly. One moment it was Thanksgiving, the next Christmas. However, she believed truly in her heart, she was in a much better place this Christmas, even if she was spending it with the same person she had the year prior. She and Jimmy were in a much better place.

“Ah, here we are,” Jimmy announced, stopping at a busy street corner.

“Where?”

Turning to her, he kissed her quickly before reaching into his pocket. Wordlessly he pulled out a red silk scarf and moved behind her. Smiling crookedly her hands went up and held the scarf in place as Jimmy tied it. Her smile increased as he kissed her neck quickly before moving to her side to take her hand. Confidently walking across the street with him, she did not even have the slightest hesitation in her steps. She trusted him completely and totally, letting him lead her wherever he wished. Only once did her steps falter, hitting a patch of ice he had missed. She chuckled as he steadied her and apologized before continuing.

As their pace slowed and Summer began to pick up different sounds like a scrap on ice and the laughter of children, her curiosity increased. She strained to turn the sounds into images, to decipher his intentions. She almost thought she had it figured out when Jimmy stopped. He switched hands holding hers, moving to stand in front of her. Their lips touched as his finger released hers to reach up and remove the red blindfold. She blinked twice before her vision focused upon his. Smiling he kissed her and stepped to the side. Large, multicolored lights sparkled on a towering tree, a huge silver star sparkling at the top. In front of the majestic tree, couples and families skated about a large ovoid ice rink. A gasp left her curvy ruby lips and her eyes darted to Jimmy.

“Oh Jimmy,” she muttered softly, “it’s beautiful.”

“Come skate with me, princess,” requested Jimmy.

“Oh yes please.”

Shoving the silk scarf back into his pocket, his leather gloved hand reached for hers and they headed towards the line. Jimmy continued around those lined up, bypassing the crowd and checking in at a different window. With skates in hand a few minutes later, the couple headed down to a bench to tie on their skates. Tying her skates with a tight bow, Jimmy assured Summer that he would not let her fall on the ice at all.

Once their session on the ice began, the last of the day, which would end at midnight, Summer’s legs shook. Her left hand practically crushed Jimmy’s as he slowly convinced her to venture out onto the ice. Her right glove snagged on the concrete wall as they skated pass, causing her to stop and Jimmy to quickly turn to face her.

“Summer,” he touched her face gently, “I will not let you fall.”

“But, Jimmy–”

“I will not let you fall. Ever.”

Looking into his eyes for a long moment, she slowly nodded. Gingerly removing her hand from the block wall, she placed it in his other hand. Ever so slowly, Jimmy began to skate backwards, a feat she had no idea he could even do. In the few moments she focused on that, he guided them away from the wall. With a smile, he released her right hand and pivoted back to her side. Summer’s eyes widened upon the realization she could not reach for anything to stop her from falling. In that brief instant, her legs wobbled and her knees buckled.

Jimmy halted, “Trust me, princess. You will not fall.”

Eyes going to his, leaving the ice, she inhaled deeply before muttering, “I trust you wholeheartedly, Jimmy.”

He kissed her quickly, “Come with me, my love.”

Slowly the couple began to skate about the rink. Summer’s hand tightened on his at turns but before long her confidence increased and her worried frown was replaced with a smile. As her hand loosened upon his, Jimmy increased their pace. Her smile increased and she even leaned over for a quick kiss. He wanted to spin her about, but did not think her first time on the ice was appropriate. Next time they skated, it would happen, without a doubt.

The session ended as midnight neared. Skaters were called from the ice over the loudspeakers. While Summer turned to head to the nearest exit, Jimmy’s hand tightened on hers. Her eyes turned to his and he motioned over to the large Christmas tree towering over the ice rink. Not entirely sure what he meant and still held in place by his hand on hers, Summer’s lips parted to ask. Quickly kissing her to silence her question, he skated towards the tree. Turning as he stopped, Jimmy briefly glanced to make certain the ice had been cleared before focusing his attention on the pretty young woman looking at him expectantly. Smiling he cupped her cheek and kissed her lovingly, though briefly.

Releasing her hand, he reached into his pocket and knelt upon the ice. Her eyes widened and her hands covered her mouth as he cracked open a small, black velvet box. She did not dare to glance down at the contents inside.

“Summer, I know… I know that we are just starting us afresh and I have made more than my share of mistakes this past year, but… I love you… and I want to be with you forever… if you will have me,” Jimmy muttered softly.

“Jimmy, are you…”

“Take off your glove, princess,” he requested.

Quickly pulling off her soft white leather glove as requested, her eyes glanced in the velvet box briefly. Her breath caught once more. Resting on the pillow inside, a diamond ring sparkled. A large center diamond was flanked by two smaller square cut diamonds, which in turn had three others beside it. Though she was not focusing on the details, the band of the ring was covered with leaf-like patterns. Her eyes and mind could not focus on anything except the very existence of the ring – and the fact Jimmy presented it to her on one knee.

“Jimmy?”

“Will you do me the great honor of marrying me?”

Eyes leaving the ring to meet his, she bit her bottom lip, before smiling, “Yes.”



Tucking her gloves into her coat as they entered the hotel, Summer’s blue eyes dropped to the glittering ring on her finger. She had not expected it at all, especially from Jimmy. He had never seemed like the marrying kind. But oh how looking at it made her heart flutter happily. She noticed no one in the lobby, not that many milled about at nearly one am on Christmas Eve. Had Jimmy’s hand not gone to her elbow, she likely would have collided with any number of things: luggage carts, Christmas trees, columns, walls. Nevertheless, he guided her with grace into the elevator. Only then did her eyes rise from the ring to look at him.

A large smile stretched across her face and she quickly threw her arms around him, kissing his mouth happily, “This is the best Christmas ever, Jimmy. I love you so much.”

He chuckled before kissing her back, “I love you too, princess.”

Her eyes flicked to the floor indicator, “Can this elevator not go faster?”

Jimmy laughed a bit more, “Why the hurry, love?”

Leaning over, she nibbled on his ear, “Because it’s Christmas and I want to give you one of your gifts.”

“Oh?”

She merely grinned and winked.

As soon as the mirrored doors of the life opened, Jimmy tugged her out of the elevator. He quickly fished out the key to the suite and opened the door for her. With a quick kiss, she skipped into the room and quickly shrugged out of her coat. Barely catching the coat before it hit the floor; Jimmy smirked as she hurried over to the closet. Opening the door concealed her actions from him so he focused on locking the door and removing his own outerwear. Clutching one of the bags from London, she kissed him quickly, told him to mix drinks, and disappeared into the bathroom.

After hanging up their coats and his dinner jacket, Jimmy headed to the wet bar to do just as she requested. Sitting upon the armchair near the large windows overlooking the park, Jimmy sipped his drink and kicked off his shoes. Wiggling out of his socks, he glanced up as the bathroom door opened and light poured out. Frowning some when the light went out before she stepped out, Jimmy wished he had lit candles while she was preparing whatever, instead of having the light of two small lamps lighting the suite’s living room. Summer, however, made a beeline to the first lamp and clicked it off. Jimmy instantly set down the drink in his hand, his eyes focusing on hers as she headed towards him.

Stopping just out of his reach, she reached up for the white ribbon in her hair and tugged. While her blond curls cascaded about her shoulders, Jimmy’s eyes wandered down her body. Gone was the green chiffon dress. A tight red velvet strapless dress clung to her curves, a jagged pointed hemline cutting up nearly to her hips in sharp triangles. A tiny silver bell capped each peak, causing Summer to jingle softly as she moved towards him. She wore neither shoes nor stockings, but her toenails perfectly matched the deep red of velvet. He could not think of anyone more beautiful than Summer in that very moment.

“Princess,” he breathed, “you are gorgeous… but what do I get to unwrap?”

Her ruby lips curved into a smile, “I have those kinds of gifts for you to open Christmas Day. Tonight, however, slightly different ribbons are for you.”

“Like?”

Turning, though still clearly out of his reach, Summer exposed her back to him. A thick, white satin ribbon snaked down her back, tying in a large bow just before the curve of her ass. Only allowing him to look for just a moment, she turned back to him, her eyes looking for his reaction. His hands reached out for her, desire darkening his eyes. She needed no verbal compliments from him, reading his thoughts upon his face. With a seductive smile, Summer’s hands slipped into his, allowing him to pull her into his lap. His mouth went to hers passionately, possessively as he released her hands and held her close. As her hands went to his shoulders, his slid down to her hips and pressed her body as tightly to his as possible. She could feel his cock straining against his dress pants and knew without a doubt that their first union would be quick and passionate.

Pulling from his kiss, Summer’s eyes went to his, “Jimmy, you need to loosen your grip some.”

“But–”

“I need to move back some so I can get your pants undone,” she explained.

With her statement, his embrace loosened, allowing her to shift back on his knees. She kissed him deeply once more as her hands went to his belt buckle. Deftly unfastening his belt as well as his pants, her fingers slipped under the waistband of his silk boxers and circled his erection. Maintaining her kissing, Summer stroked him lightly as she pulled him from of his clothing. Before Jimmy could say a thing, she pressed up slightly on her knees, shifted forward, and sat down on him.

“Oh god, princess,” he moaned, “I’ve missed this.”

“Oh my prince,” she breathed before kissing him, her hips undulating slightly, “I’ve missed you too.” 

Before he could say anything else, she kissed him deeply and began to move in earnest. His fingers rubbed over the red velvet, reaching the taut top. Kissing her bare shoulder, Jimmy pulled the front of the dress down, baring her small breasts. Both hands cupped her breasts, his fingers and thumbs pinching her rosy nipples. Summer moaned, her fingers tightening on his silk-covered shoulders, and she increased her pace in his lap. Her breaths became shallow, her moans soft. His hands left her breasts to guide her frantic hips. With a deep grunt, he pulled her tightly down on him, his body spurting inside hers.

“Oh god, Summer,” he muttered breathlessly. “Let me… let me love you properly in the bed.”

She kissed him sweetly, “As you wish, my prince.”

Slowly pivoting out of his lap, Summer got to her feet and pulled him up. Her lips touched his briefly, before she turned completely and headed towards the bedroom. Watching her softly swaying hips for a moment, Jimmy shed his clothes quickly right where he was before trotting after her. Closing the bedroom door as she crawled into the center of the bed after stripping back the blanket, he waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the complete darkness. Instructing her to close her eyes, he clicked on a single lamp in order to illuminate the room enough so that he could light a few candles.

With the candles lit, he turned to the bed and gazed as his beautiful… fiancée. A soft smile turned the corners of his mouth as he looked over the petite beauty lying in the large, four-poster bed. Her legs crossed at her ankles and her hands held onto the ornate headboard as her eyes fluttered open and looked directly at him. Even if he had shined, the harshest lights available on her, she would still be the most beautiful woman in the whole world. And she was all his. 

Crawling on the bed towards her, he stopped at her feet to uncross her legs. His fingers trailed up her baby soft skin, skin he had needed to feel for so long. Slowly caressing up her legs, he paused at her knees to lean down and shower each with kisses, eliciting soft giggles from her lips. Her legs naturally parted as he continued to caress up, but Jimmy did not push her short shirt up. Instead, his hands ran over her velvet-covered body, settling on her once-again covered breasts.

As his hands played with her breasts, his lips finally touched hers. He suckled on her bottom lip briefly before kissing her deeply. She moaned into his kiss but her hands remained above her head, gripping the headboard. As his semi-erect cock rubbed against her velvet-covered mound, Jimmy felt his arousal increase. With her hands up like that, he felt the need to tie her down, keep her right where he wanted her, but his silk scarf was in the other room and he had no desire to run out to get it.

Her dress was held in place by a large ribbon.

Pushing up, Jimmy straddled the young woman. His hands slipped under her shoulder blades and he guided her up into a seated position. Kissing her to silence any questions she might utter, his fingers danced down the corseted back, reaching for the large satin bow. With her hands resting on his shoulders once more, Summer suckled on his ear as he untied her dress. She smiled as he pulled the ribbon out of each eyelet, working to the top of the dress. Pulling the ribbon free, he guided her to lie back again, this time pulling her dress open as well so that her bare back pressed against the luxurious sheets. With the large white ribbon in his hands, he guided hers back up to the headboard. She smiled up at him as he looped the ribbon around her wrists a few times and then fastened it to the bed.

Dipping down he kissed her, “I love you, Summer.”

“I love you too, Jimmy,” she muttered.

Smiling again, his hands slid down her body, tugging her dress down as well. Unable to resist, he leaned down and suckled on each breast for a moment. Pulling up from her right breast with her nipple still between his teeth, his eyes flicked to hers as she moaned when her nipple sprang free. Hands on her hips, he guided her up from the bed enough to pull the dress over her ass. Her legs easily maneuvered free of the dress, her right foot kicking it towards the edge of the bed. 

Resting on his knees for a moment, Jimmy gazed at her naked beauty. If he had not been kneeling between her legs, he presumed she would have closed her legs demurely. But he cared not. With or without her flower exposed, she was the most erotic and sexy woman alive. She was his Venus.

And he was completely erect again.

Leaning back down, his lips fastened upon the pulse in her neck as his right hand slipped between her legs. He cupped her entire sex before spreading her petals for complete access to her. He traced clockwise circles around her clit until she moaned and her hips wiggled beneath him. As his mouth moved to suckle on her breasts, his fingers pressed into her oozing sex. Quickly moving from one finger to three, he chuckled against her flesh, as she demanded he stop teasing her. Continuing to finger her for a bit longer, his mouth traveled down her belly, pausing to lick her navel.

Pulling his three fingers free from her juicy body, Jimmy’s eyes flicked up to hers. With little pause he offered his fingers to her mouth. As she eagerly sucked on his nectar-coated digits, his tongue circled her clit in the opposite direction his fingers had. She spat out his fingers and moaned. His hand dipped back down, joining the other to hold her completely open to his mouth. He lapped happily at her honey, not allowing is tongue to sink into her just yet. She groaned and attempted to wiggle underneath his hold. With her hands tied, she could not reach down and force him to… do anything. She was completely at his whim.

With her legs completely splayed open, Jimmy glanced up at her, watching her breast rise and fall with her panting. Smiling he leaned down and slipped his tongue inside her. Thrusting his tongue into her a few times until she moaned his name, he moved back up to her clit and circled it with his lips. Sucking gently, his left hand rolled over her sex again, two fingers pressing into her. Slowly thrusting into her body with his digits while his tongue rolled around her clit, he felt her body tensing. She huskily growled his name, her hips wiggling again. His fingers pressed more deeply into her as he sucked on her clit. Screaming his name, her body went completely rigid, her hands straining against the ribbon.

Leaving his fingers inside her, feeling her body’s spasms, Jimmy stretched up and kissed her lips. She smiled upon tasting herself on his tongue, feeling his wet skin against hers. He kissed her slowly, pouring his heart and soul into it for a moment. He slowly began to pump his fingers in her body again, keeping her arousal high, her body ready to receive his again.

Jimmy pulled his hand free from her sex and quickly guided himself back into her. Summer groaned, her teeth biting down on his bottom lip before he could lean up. Kissing her once more, his hands settled on her hips as he pressed slowly, deeply into her body. Released from her kiss, he pushed up onto his knees, his hands guiding her hips up from the bed to keep their carnal connection. With her feet pressing her up towards him, Jimmy slammed into her quickly. Their bodies slapped and squished together, grunts passing his lips, moans passing hers. 

He felt the pressure building in his spine and the tension increasing in her body. Looking down the plane of her body, he focused on the rhythmic moving of her breasts with his each thrust, finding the very vision highly erotic. Dark eyes travelling to hers, their gazes connected at the precise moment their bodies tensed. She moaned his name; he grunted hers as he pushed as deeply into her body as possible. Her legs circled tightly about his waist, holding him as close as she was able.

Smiling, Jimmy leaned down and kissed her sweetly, their bodies still connected, still pulsing. He knew in that very moment as he reached up to untie her hands, the ring on her left finger had been the perfect decision. They belonged together. Always.



Waking with Jimmy curled around her, Summer smiled. Things seemed so much better waking up in New York that… afternoon. She and Jimmy were embarking on a new year together, practically starting over, for the third time. And this time it was going to be better, be forever. She knew that all had to do with her; he had been nothing but devoted to her for the past two years. Their life together was going to do nothing but get better. They would marry and love and maybe even some day have a family.

In that moment, in his arms, she suddenly realized she belonged somewhere, with someone.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Jimmy muttered as he kissed her ear.

“Happy Christmas, Jimmy,” she responded, wiggling in his embrace in order to face him fully.

“Happy Christmas, love,” he smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear. “How would you like to spend today?”

“With the man I’m going to marry,” Summer declared.

He grinned, “I think we can arrange that. Any other requests?”

“Hmmm…. A walk in the park with said man.”

Jimmy kissed her quickly, “Done, princess.”

She snuggled against him, “I love you.”

Kissing the top of her head, he replied, “I love you too. Forevermore.”