Title: Make My Wish Come True
Fandom: Led Zeppelin
Characters: Jimmy Page, John Paul, Mo, Jacinda, Tamara, and Kira Jones, Summer Davis
Word Count: 9093
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Christmas of 1976, a few months after The Song Remains the Same is released in the theaters. Summer has been staying at the Joneses' house for some time, but someone else wants her for Christmas.



“All I Want For Christmas Is You”

I don't want a lot for Christmas 
There's just one thing I need 
I don't care about the presents 
Underneath the Christmas tree 
I just want you for my own 
More than you could ever know 
Make my wish come true 
All I want for Christmas is... 
You 

I don't want a lot for Christmas 
There's just one thing I need 
I don't care about the presents 
Underneath the Christmas tree 
I don't need to hang my stocking 
There upon the fireplace 
Santa Claus won't make me happy 
With a toy on Christmas day 
I just want you for my own 
More than you could ever know 
Make my wish come true 
All I want for Christmas is you 
You baby 

I won't ask for much this Christmas 
I don't even wish for snow 
I'm just gonna keep on waiting 
Underneath the mistletoe 
I won't make a list and send it 
To the North Pole for Saint Nick 
I won't even stay awake to 
Hear those magic reindeers click 
'Cause I just want you here tonight 
Holding on to me so tight 
What more can I do 
Baby all I want for Christmas is you 
Ooh baby 
All the lights are shining 
So brightly everywhere 
And the sound of children's 
Laughter fills the air 
And everyone is singing 
I hear those sleigh bells ringing 
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need 
Won't you please bring my baby to me... 

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas 
This is all I'm asking for 
I just want to see my baby 
Standing right outside my door 
Oh I just want you for my own 
More than you could ever know 
Make my wish come true 
Baby all I want for Christmas is... 
You 

All I want for Christmas is you... baby (repeat and fade) 



The moment Robert chose to bring his wife with him to the premier of The Song Remains the Same had sealed his fate with the pretty blond who he seemingly burned hot and cold with. Jimmy was more than okay with it, because it had been the direct reason as to why said angel was not with the singer. If it had been up to him, she would be with him right then and there. But it wasn’t. She was close, she was very close, spending the holidays with the Joneses. He could simply pop over for a visit, charm her, bring her home with him. That would be the best Christmas present he ever had.

And he saw no reason at all why his Christmas wish should not come true. She was not only within reach, but he deserved her. He had been mostly good that year. Santa should bring him Summer, though he couldn’t really imagine the jolly old elf allowing Summer room in his sack of goodies just for Jimmy. Therefore it would be up to him to go after his Christmas wish, to make it come true. She was the one thing he needed. He was going to go and get her.

With this decided, Jimmy got to his feet, putting aside the guitar he had not been playing for the past few minutes while entrenched in thoughts of her. Before heading over to John’s house, there was much to do. Seducing Summer was never easy, he needed to put all of his energy and thoughts into it. He would shower and dress impeccably, in something that would certainly draw her attention to him. And he would come bearing gifts, after all it was nearly Christmas. That would require stopping on his way over, but Jimmy was fully prepared to do so, excited even. There was a perfect antique shop to stop at and of course he would have to bring toys for the girls and something nice for Mo. He could not simply single out Summer, that never worked. He would shower attention on everyone, just play hers in a different key.

Paying extra attention in the shower and following toilet in the bathroom, Jimmy dried his hair and plugged in his curling iron. While it heated up, he strolled into his bedroom, towel about his waist, and opened up the closet. His fingers danced over a number of nice shirts, silks, linens, Egyptian cottons, in a wide variety of colors. Nothing had yet to strike his fancy, but there was no way he was going to shift through his tee shirts in the drawers. Seduction required more than a simple tee shirt and jeans attire. Deciding on a dark, royal purple silk buttoned shirt, he moved further into the large closet, slipping a black jacket off its hanger, and a few more steps found the matching slacks. Depositing his clothing on his large, black silk bed, Jimmy glanced over the chosen outfit once more, nodding to himself. Returning to the bathroom, he stationed himself in front of the mirror and picked up the hot iron, setting to the task of perfecting his hair.

Feeling ever so confident, Jimmy draped his towel over the towel bar after unplugging the iron and returned to his bedroom. He dressed carefully, making certain that every little thing was perfect. No stray hairs, no wandering spots of lint. Impeccable, perfect, certainly impressive for Summer. He had absolutely no doubts that everything would go perfectly and he would be Christmassing with the svelte little woman. Slipping his feet into the most fashionable pair of black shoes that he owned, Jimmy stopped in front of the large mirror, glancing over his appearance. Perfection.

Having paused to call for a car before dressing, Jimmy headed downstairs and directly out to the car. He did not engage in idle chat at all, merely instructed the driver to head to the antique shop on his mind. His dark gray eyes focused out the window, watching his property fade away and soon be replaced by the blur of more houses and then shops. Letting the blur of images take his thoughts away for a moment, Jimmy smiled to himself. Everything in his soul said he would have Summer for Christmas, perhaps longer. The time was now, absolutely. Mayhaps he would even ask her hand in marriage. No one had ever made him feel that way, not even Charlotte and she bore him a beautiful baby girl. There was just something different about Summer. She was beautiful, no doubt, increasingly so each passing month. Her long blond hair shimmered in any light, even if it had darkened since taking her away from her native California. Her small breasts had filled out a bit more, but he was certain were just perfect for his hands, not the fake, plastic tits of other California girls. Her smile lit up the entire universe and even with all the heartache they had been through since meeting the pretty little girl, her smile still came easy. She was this bright glimmer of light in the world that threatened so much darkness and Jimmy could not wait to have her in his arms once more. His daydreaming came to a halt as the car did. With a nod he slid out of the back of the car and headed into the antique shop.

An hour later, he left the shop with gifts for all of the Joneses and a few for Summer. Some he would share with her in their presence, others he would wait until a more private time. The remaining drive to the Jones’ residence was quick and simple. It wasn’t until the door opened that he began to feel the fluttering of nervous butterflies. What if they had gone out? He had not rung them to see if they would be home, was merely functioning on the feeling that everything was going to work out perfectly for him. What if he could not charm her away from the Joneses’? Would he be left alone on Christmas? While he supposed he would see his five year old daughter for the holiday, it was nothing like spending it with someone as special as Summer. He could not fail, not at all. Taking a deep breath, his dark eyes went to the Joneses’ house and he nodded to himself. This was going to happen. He was ready.

Packages in arms, Jimmy headed up to the door. A simple wreath embellished with bells and seashells welcomed guests. Jimmy could not help but think that perhaps Summer had something to do with it; it just felt like her. Shifting the gifts in his arms, Jimmy reached up and knocked lightly upon the door. A moment passed and no one opened the door. Not about to admit defeat, Jimmy knocked again, a bit louder this time. The front door burst open and with it Jimmy’s breath was completely taken away. Before him stood the very angel he sought, her hair pulled back from her face in large, soft curls. A simple blue dress skimmed over her body, her bare painted toes peeking out from the soft hem. Only a ring sparkled on her finger, no other jewels at all. In her simplicity, she was utterly beautiful and Jimmy felt blessed to just look at her. While it felt as if they stood there for ages, it was likely only a few milliseconds while he assessed her visually; his eyes going back to hers. As they connected, she smiled and Jimmy was certain he gave his heart to her in that moment completely.

“Jimmy!” she chirped, jumping forward to cautiously embrace him around the packages. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“It was kinda... kinda a spur of the moment decision,” he admitted softly.

Summer continued to smile, “Well please come in. Let me help you with those.”

“No no. I can handle them,” Jimmy responded and glanced around.

After he eased the packages on to a nearby sideboard table, he turned fully to the pretty girl. An easy smile curved his lips as he looked into her eyes. He wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms and profess his undying love of her. But that would be brash and likely scare her more than seduce her and he needed to completely win her over. With her palms to the ceiling, Summer held out her hand to Jimmy, who quickly placed his hand in hers. As her fingers curled around his, he couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm her grip was; perfection in an hand-hold.

“Everyone is back in the kitchen. We are baking cookies,” she declared. “You can come and help decorate the gingerbread house!”

“And I thought the sweet scent in the air was you,” he commented softly.

Summer’s eyes snapped to his, “It is a little bit me and a little bit baking. Come. John and Mo will be happy to see you too.”

She lead him back to the kitchen where exactly what she described was taking place. The two younger girls were seated around the kitchen table with John Paul, decorating gingerbread people while Mo and the eldest placed unbaked shapes on the cookie sheets. John noticed Jimmy first, a confused smile gracing his face as he wiped his hands on a towel and stood.

“Jimmy, I wasn’t expecting you to come by,” he declared, holding out his hand.

Regretfully releasing Summer’s hand, Jimmy shook the bassist’s hand, “Ah but the holidays are upon us. And I brought gifts.”

John frowned slightly, “I didn’t think... I didn’t think...”

“No no. Feel no obligation in return. Merely a few trinkets I saw while on a recent shopping trip that brought you and your family to mind,” he claimed, glancing at the girls who were waiting for their father to return to his cookie-decorating duty. “I see I caught you at a busy time. I shall just—”

“You will do nothing of the sort,” Summer interjected. “Come help me decorate the gingerbread house.”

A few minutes later, Jimmy had removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and donned an apron to protect his purple silk shirt from the confections. Seated at the table with Summer, he held up the walls of the simple house while she slathered icing along the seams to get it to stay in place. Deciding he had held onto the walls long enough, she gingerly removed his fingers. Noticing the icing on his hands, she quickly considered what to do. With little consideration to what the others would think, she lifted his hand to her mouth, sticking his finger into her mouth. As her eyes met his, she noticed a dark glint as his pupils dilated slightly. Popping his finger from her mouth, she ignored the rest of the icing and released his hand.

Eyes going to the Jones family, all five of whom sat around the table decorating the last of the cookies, Summer asked, “So girls, what do you think Uncle Jimmy and I should use to decorate the house?”

The three girls dropped what they were doing, crowding around that side of the table to aid the pair in decorating the house. Within a few minutes nothing remained on the table to glue onto the house nor to use as glue. It was completely covered with random candies and icing, no hint of the spicy brown base at all.

“Beautiful!” Summer declared. “Absolutely beautiful!”

“Oh yes,” Mo agreed. “We should put it on the table in the living room so everyone can see it.”

“I can do that,” Jimmy offered. “With all the sweets on it, it is probably pretty heavy.”

“I’ll help. Someone will need to make room for it,” Summer stated, glancing at the girls. “You help Mum clean up and Uncle Jimmy will let you open presents.”

“PRESENTS!” the girls exclaimed.

“Help Mum first,” she repeated, looking at them solemnly as Jimmy picked up the gingerbread house.

Brushing around Jimmy, Summer hurried into the living room. Quickly sweeping the books and other figurines off the sideboard table nearest the entry, she made room for the gingerbread house. While she tucked the items safely away, Jimmy slid the house onto the table, adjusting it’s location slightly. Backing up to ascertain whether or not the house was centered, he stepped unknowingly into the entryway of the room. Summer, however, noticed instantly and approached him. As his eyes left their handiwork to meet hers, she smiled, pushed up on her toes, and kissed his mouth softly. Eyes sparkling, he looked down to her, pleasantly surprised about the kiss. He opened his mouth to question her actions, though he didn’t need to know why she kissed him. Summer merely shook her head and pointed up, drawing his eyes to the mistletoe hanging in the doorway.

“Ah but now you too stand beneath it,” Jimmy commented, his arms encircling her and pulling her close.

“Jimmy!” she squealed softly, not loudly enough to draw the attention of the family.

With a devilish grin, he dipped down and kissed her soft mouth once more. Summer did not resist at all, but curled her arms around his neck, her lips parting in invitation. While he wanted nothing more than to dive fully into said invitation, Jimmy pulled away instead. The perfect seduction did not jump at the first opportunity presented. His eyes looked down into her sapphire eyes, noting the very light in her orbs he wished to see.

“Summer,” he breathed, “will you—”

“OH NO! Uncle Jimmy caught Summer!” one of the girls exclaimed.

A moment later all three of the young Jones girls pounced on the pair. They wedged themselves between Summer and Jimmy, attempting to extricate her from his embrace. For a few minutes he played along, trying to keep a hold of her. One of the girls, Jacinda he thought, kicked him in the shins and ended it all. His arms abruptly released Summer, causing her to tumble backwards and hit the floor, taking the girls with her. Even though the little kick hurt something fierce, his eyes widened in response to dropping the girls.

“Are you okay?” he squatted, reaching for her.

Summer smiled crookedly, “I’m just fine, Jimmy. The girls and I play far more rough than that.”

“Shall we open Uncle Jimmy’s presents?” John offered as he entered the melee. “Before tea?”

“YAY!” the girls scrambled up, letting Jimmy help Summer back up.

“Sorry about that,” he whispered to her.

She kissed his ear discreetly, “You can just make it up to me later.”

“Oh?”

Without replying, she pulled away from him and moved to help distribute the packages to the Jones family. Finding a small one tagged with her name, her eyes went to Jimmy as he settled down on the settee. Nodding once, he smiled slightly. Without a thought, she joined him on the small couch, finding some comfort that his arm was draped along the back of the settee and she fit just perfectly in it. The girls quickly unwrapped the gifts, squealing in delight at the old-fashioned dolls he bought each of them. No one was paying any attention to Summer and Jimmy, John and Mo unwrapping their gifts as well. Because of that, Jimmy leaned over and kissed her ear softly as she carefully removed the paper from the small box.

“Spend Christmas with me,” Jimmy whispered.

Her eyes went to his, her fingers halting on the removal of the wrapping paper, “Jimmy, I...”

“Open your gift and then decide.”

Nodding, Summer finished removing the antique-looking paper from the small box. Her small fingers slid under the lid of the box, slowly working it off. Within the small box, another small box, wrapped in a protective cloth, rested. Handing the box to Jimmy who casually tossed it towards the pile of paper and boxes from the girls’ presents, Summer carefully removed the cloth. Under the soft blue cloth was a silver box, bands of jewels interlaced the sides and top of the small jewelry box.

“Oh, Jimmy, this is...” her eyes went to his as her voice failed.

“Open it, Princess.”

Looking back at the pretty box, Summer cracked open the top. Cushioned by a dark red velvet pillow was a simple Victorian silver locket. A soft gasp passed her lips as she picked it up, handing the jewelry box to Jimmy as well. Slipping her short nail into the locket, she opened it and smiled. A small piece of paper was folded up within. Handing the locket to Jimmy, who returned it to the jewelry box, Summer wiggled it unfolded. Her eyes quickly read over the scrawled words, a flush filling her cheeks.

“What does it say?” Jacinda asked.

Summer shook her head and folded it back up, dropping it in the open jewelry box, “If you would not mind, I think I would like to spend Christmas with Jimmy.”

John was the first to respond, “If that is what you wish, Summer, we will miss you, but we understand.”

“But Papa!” the girls whined in unison. “We wants Summer!”

John looked to the three girls, “We have had many days with Summer. Uncle Jimmy does not have anyone to spend the holiday with. If Summer wishes to be with him, we will not object, girls.”

“But Papa!”

“Girls,” Mo joined in, “we have been blessed with Summer’s presence much longer than we expected.”

“And,” Summer looked to the girls, “I bet there’s presents under the tree for you girls. You should open them now before I leave.”

The girls quickly forgave Summer’s departure with the unwrapping of presents. With new toys from both Jimmy and Summer, the three had plenty to distract themselves with as the young woman slipped upstairs to pack her things. As she folded clothing, laying it out on the bed, Mo entered the room, leaning on the door frame

Glancing over her shoulder, Summer smiled at the older woman, “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

“Are you sure about this?” she asked.

“Of course I am,” she responded, moving her piles into her suitcase. “Jimmy shouldn’t be alone and—”

“What did he promise you?”

Her eyes snapped to Mo’s, “What makes you think he promised me something?”

“I know Jimmy.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mo. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.”

“What about Robert?”

“I have been here for six weeks, Mo. He hasn’t called or come for me. Jimmy has.”

She sighed, “Just be careful, Summer. Please be careful.”

“Of course.”

“And if you need, call me. I will come and get you any time of day.”

Turning fully to Mo, Summer stepped over to her and embraced the older woman, “Thank you so very much, Mo. You and John have been oh so good to me. I thank you for everything.”



Holding out his hand, Jimmy muttered to leave her luggage be, that someone would take it up to her room for her. With a smile, Summer’s hand slipped into his, her eyes flicking up to Jimmy’s house. She said nothing, though her nerves increased at the thought of spending untold days and nights with Jimmy alone in the townhouse. While she had visited before, even spent a night as a guest, there was something very much different about this visit and she was not entirely sure how to process it.

“Christmas Day, I shall take you to my parents’ house for dinner,” he declared, leading her from the car. “My mother makes a lovely Christmas goose.”

“I... are you certain about that, Jimmy?”

He nodded, leaning over to kiss her cheek, “I am.”

She smiled slightly, “Do you suppose you will be able to refrain from kissing me around them?”

“No. Not at all,” he grinned. “Whenever you are near I am compelled to kiss you. It was ever so difficult to restrain myself at John and Mo’s.”

“Did you mean the note?”

“That you are my Christmas wish this year? Yea.”

Her eyes searched his, “But, Jimmy, were you a good boy this year?”

His grin took on a devilish slant and he captured her mouth for a brief but deep kiss, “Baby, you don’t want me to be a good boy.”

Her hand intersected his before he could cup her breast, “It is not yet Christmas. You do not get your present until then.”

His eyebrows arched up, “But I do get it?”

“We shall see.”

Opening the front door, Jimmy instantly apologized as they entered it, noting that the house had not yet been aired out for his inhabitance as he had been staying in Scotland until the night before. Summer brushed the apology aside and skipped through the house, whipping off the cloths covering the furniture, pausing to open windows every now and then. Trailing her slowly, Jimmy laughed as she danced about with the protective sheets. She giggled, kissed him, and bolted to the stairs, intent on opening up the rest of the house. Bounding up the stairs after her, Jimmy intersected with her in his bedroom. The bed was still unmade, but that was hardly a deterrence for Jimmy. He wanted nothing more than to tackle the young woman to the bed and make love to her. That would scare her, he was certain of it, but the urge was there nonetheless.

“Do you think,” she turned to face him after opening another window and letting the chilly air into the bedroom, “that we could find a Christmas tree?”

His eyes held hers steadily, “I am certain we can find anything you want at all.”

Summer stepped towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Well I already have what I want right here. But a Christmas tree would be nice.”

His heart leaped at her declaration that she wanted him. While he knew Robert hurt her by inviting Maureen to the movie premieres instead of her, part of the reason Jimmy had flown Summer out was a devious attempt to sabotage her feelings towards the singer, he had not really expected her to want him. It seemed as if they were always flirting that edge, that declaration. He could always admit to wanting her, but she never did of him. But now the words had tumbled out of her mouth, as sugar-coated as her kisses. He was already succeeding in his seduction and he had yet to really try. Had she been waiting at the Joneses’ house, waiting for someone to sweep in and rescue her from domestic bliss? And to think it had been him, her dark prince, not the golden god.

“We will get you a tree,” he promised.



The bonus of the Christmas tree now erected in his living room was multi-fold. Not only did it provide Summer with instant pleasure, it filled the house with a soft pine scent and it offered him a location to stash her other gifts. While she showered after dinner, having already strung popcorn and berry strings about the tree, Jimmy slid the other packages beneath the tree. Her eyes seemed to instantly notice them upon her return to the living room, his silk robe pulled close over her nightgown. Shaking her head, she headed directly to him, pulled the book he wasn’t reading out of his hands, and set it aside on the nearby table. Sitting in his lap, she kissed Jimmy’s ear and nuzzled his neck.

“If all those presents are for me, you should take them back,” she muttered.

“Why would I ever do that?” he responded.

“Because you already gave me a gift and I have none for you.”

Jimmy stroked her limp, wet hair, “Princess, you being here is more than enough for me. You are all I want for Christmas.”

“Uh huh.”

“You are,” he assured her. “I mean it every time I say it.”

She sighed, picking up his hand and staring at the lines on his palm, “I don’t understand it.”

“Understand what?”

“Why you desire me so.”

Pulling his hand free, he tilted her face towards his so he could look into her blue eyes, “Princess, there are a million reasons I desire you so. A million reasons. You are... perfection.”

Summer snorted, “Uh huh.”

Jimmy kissed her quickly, “You are. Do you truly think I would lie to you?”

“Everyone lies.”

Seeing the haunted glimpse in her eyes, he kissed her again, “I have not nor will I ever lie to you.”

“But, Jimmy....”

He repeated his words, keeping his eyes steady with hers. Her eyes wavered slightly, but eventually she lowered her head in acceptance. Laying her head on his shoulder, she smiled slightly as he played with her wet hair. While she was certain she could have blown it dry or even braided it to keep the mass of wet strands under control, Summer delighted in the soft shivers that travelled up and down her spine with Jimmy’s fingers manipulating her hair. Her eyes fluttered close and with a deep inhalation and exhalation, she let all of her pent up worries go. She released her worries about Robert and the negative feelings about him leaving her be yet again, something she did not understand in the least bit. She released her negative feelings about her family in California never caring that she had been swept off into the world of rock and roll. She released her concerns about everything. Nestled in the guitarist’s lap, a small smile touched Summer’s lips and she nuzzled Jimmy again.

“Summer?” he breathed.

“Yes, Jimmy.”

“Do you want to go to bed?”

“I can stay up later if you want,” she responded.

“Princess, do you want to go to bed?” he repeated.

“Not alone.”

While he would have loved climbing the stairs with the girl heroically in his arms, Jimmy found the thought alone dangerous. Instead he kissed her, easing her out of his lap afterwards. Hand clasping hers, he lead her around the room, extinguishing the flickering candles with a pinch of his fingers. With the house completely dark, he headed carefully up the stairs. While he could flick the lights on at any point, candles provided a far more flattering glow. Plus they had the added benefit of being very romantic, something Jimmy currently desired. Seducing Summer had gone well thus far but he also knew she could freeze in the very last moment and push him away. He could not allow such things to happen.

Leaving the young girl standing in the doorway, Jimmy quickly shuffled around the room and lit candles. With the warm glow of candles flickering in the bedroom, he turned to her, holding out his hand. With a smile Summer stepped forward and slipped hers into his. Eyes remaining on hers, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lovingly. Lips leaving her hand, Jimmy kissed her smile just as softly before his arms slipped around her back, beneath the silk robe, and scooped her up. The silk robe fluttered to the plush carpet as he turned about, lifting her to stand on his bed. Her nightgown was likely not something approved by Mo for it barely skimmed her knees. With a wry smile, he pushed the fabric up just slightly and kissed each knee, causing a small eruption of giggles to pass her lips. His fingers inched the nightgown higher but met abrupt resistance.

Looking up into her eyes, Jimmy noticed her hands holding down her garment.

She shook her head slowly, “No. It’s not Christmas yet. You don’t get to unwrap me yet.”

“Oh baby,” he groaned.

Stepping out of his reach, Summer collapsed on the bed before crawling to the top and scuttling under the silk sheets, “You wouldn’t want to ruin your Christmas present, would you?”

“Nothing can ever ruin you.”

Yawning she said, “Come sleep with me, Jimmy. Just sleep.”



As an only child his parents always lavished attention on him, every holiday meant something. And yet his entire body and soul felt different that Christmas Eve. Clearly his wonderful mood was attributed to waking with Summer in his arms. He could not recall ever being content to merely lay in the arms of a woman without sex. He could not recall waking with such a supernatural high before. But all of this he attributed to his sleeping princess. As she still dozed in his arms, snuggled against his chest, Jimmy’s eyes inspected her sleeping beauty. A wisp of blond hair brushed across her forehead, curling slightly near her eyebrow. Her eyelids vibrated slightly, the twitch of her long dark eyelashes indicating she dreamt – he only hoped of him. Her small bowed lips remained slightly parted, the slightest hint of her tongue visible. While he wanted nothing more than to kiss her awake, he did not want to disturb her peaceful sleep. Interrupting an angel’s rest surely would send him to a special place in hell. Instead he merely watched her, feeling excitement build inside of him. This Christmas would be the best ever; he just knew it.

Stretching with what he could only term as a purr, Summer stirred in his arms. Her eyes fluttered open, casting about unfocused until meeting Jimmy’s. The slight smile on her lips widened. Rather than roll away to begin the day, Summer snuggled closer to Jimmy, her arm reaching across his chest and squeezing him lovingly. His fingers went to her chin, titling her face up to his. Brushing his lips across hers, Jimmy finally smiled.

“Good afternoon, Princess.”

“Afternoon?” she asked lazily.

“Yes, sweetie. The sun is already high in the sky,” he commented.

Summer stretched again, “Then we should get out of bed. After all there is much to do before Christmas morning.”

“I can open my present now and negate all of that,” his hand dropped to her thigh.

“Nope,” she peeled his hand off. “Are you hungry? I can cook us breakfast.”

“Only for y—”

“Jimmy,” she warned, pulling away to get out of bed.

“I know. I know,” he responded. “So what are our plans for this Christmas Eve?”



Keeping much of her preparations to herself meant there was no way Jimmy would sleep Christmas Eve. While he knew he could easily drum up some Quaalude to help him sleep, he wished to not have any type of hangover on Christmas morning. He drank not, drugged not that night. And somehow had to manage through the night with the angel in his arms again. He did not think it possible at all.

It seemed that Summer sensed this for she refused to go to bed. Instead she danced and pranced around the room, singing along to whatever album Jimmy played on the turntable. Every now and then her eyes flicked to his old Victorian grandfather clock, but she never paused her performance to explain anything. However her actions energized and intrigued him. Jimmy wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms and—

She stopped dancing. It took Jimmy a long moment to realize the room had gone silent, only the rhythmic click of the turntable filling the void. Getting to his feet to put another album on, Jimmy stopped as Summer stepped in his way.

“You can only put more music on if you dance with me,” she declared.

“I don’t—”

“Bullshit,” Summer interrupted. “You’re an amazing musician. You understand and feel music. That’s all that’s needed to dance. Dance with me, Jimmy.”

Holding her gaze for a long moment, he nodded slowly, giving in to her demands. While he was not much of a dancer, her insistence of dancing with him excited him in ways he never expected. Stepping around the petite young woman, Jimmy quickly scanned the titles on the records’ spines. Choosing a record filled with slow, sensual music, he hoped to seduce his way out of not dancing for long. His arms slipped easily about her as the music began to play. Smiling the blond girl laid her head on his shoulder, following his every sway and movement. Jimmy could not help but think how very well she fit him. She complemented him far better than any had before, even Charlotte. Summer was itfor him.

They danced about the living room, the only illumination coming from the crackling fireplace. As the first side of the album ended, Summer kissed his ear and whispered “Happy Christmas” to Jimmy. She then pulled away and fled the room, giving him the simple instruction to fetch champagne and the white box from the refrigerator. Glancing at the clock his heart skipped a beat; her actions and words made sense: it was well past midnight, but rather the wee early hours of the morning of... Christmas. 

Heading to the kitchen, Jimmy wondered what his gift would be or in the very least how it would be packaged. Never before had he felt such excitement for Christmas, not even did he feel this amazing as when finding a new guitar, not even did such euphoria course his veins post-concert. She was about to eclipse everything ever; he just knew it. All his task was to bring items from the kitchen. Removing the bottle of champagne from the chilled recesses of the large box, Jimmy glanced at the label. The girl had good taste, clearly had developed such from spending all of her time with the band. While he knew she selected it from his stash, there had been a number of choices in the wine cellar. Her choice, a 1959 Dom Pérignon Rosé, was not even the closest to the cellar door. It had been a careful selection, no doubt in his mind. He set the bottle on the counter and retrieved the white box as well. While he wished to know its contents, a warning scrawled across the top in Summer’s hand halted him. Instead Jimmy set it next to the champagne bottle to choose two champagne flutes. Opening the cupboard, he smiled, spying two ruby red flutes with green satin bows that had not been there before.

With the champagne and flutes in one hand and the mysterious box in the other, Jimmy returned to the living room. Finding it still empty, he set down the items. Deciding to open and pour the sparkling liquid before she returned, he realized he had forgotten the corkscrew in the kitchen. Immediate retrieval was necessary.

Apparently during his quest for said implement, Summer snuck back downstairs and back into the living room. Soft Christmas instrumental music drifted out, encouraging Jimmy to hurry his task along. Triumphantly finding the corkscrew, he rushed back to the room – and skid to a stop in the doorway. Standing before the glittering Christmas tree, Summer smiled. She wore not a single stitch of clothing. Instead a very wide red stain ribbon concealed the milky globes of her breasts, a perfectly tied bow concealing her luscious cleavage. About her waist, a wider dark green satin sash concealed her sex, the tails of that bow hanging gracefully down her creamy thighs. His breath completely gone, the corkscrew slipped from Jimmy’s fingers, hitting the wooden floor with a loud thud. His eyes shot to hers, his mouth agape. Looking at her angelic face did not redeem him, only damned him more. Vivid red lip gloss clung to her curvy lips. Glittering green eyeshadow winked at him with every blink of her eyes. Smaller pieces of the larger ribbons covering her body had been quickly weaved into her hair, holding back a mass of soft curls that explained her refusal earlier to undo the chignons. She was absolutely gorgeous and for a moment he wondered how it was he deserved such a gift.

“Summer,” he finally managed to mutter.

“Merry Christmas, Jimmy,” she breathed, holding her hand out to him.

Stepping forward and kicking the corkscrew, he skipped holding her hand and gathered his gift in his arms. Without a moment’s consideration he kissed her deeply and passionately, letting her know how he felt without words. Summer entertained the kiss for a few moments. When she pulled back, her thumb feebly attempted to wipe off the smeared gloss from Jimmy’s mouth. He merely smiled and attempted to kiss her again, but Summer leaned away from him.

“You have not yet completed your chore,” she declared, motioning to the forgotten champagne and white box.

“But—”

“Jimmy,” she warned.

Oh how he loved it when she used that tone with him. He probably shouldn’t, but he did. As the guitarist and mastermind behind the biggest band in the world, no one ever said no to him, refused his wishes – but Summer did. In her own sweet way, the young woman had him completely in her control and that was not something he ever gave up. She boldly held his gaze, not acquiescing at all. With a smile he turned away to do his princess’s bidding. Summer quickly ducked behind the Christmas tree, retrieving a hidden box wrapped in the same satin fabrics as she was. It hadn’t been easy to procure the gift, something she entrusted to one of Jimmy’s servants while she distracted him by playing Christmas carols on the guitar, but she hoped it was worth it. She had no explanation for the way Jimmy completely filled her life just by walking in the room, but cared not for one. There was just something else about him, about them.

With each of the glasses filled, Jimmy opened the chilled box. Hidden with the folds of the cardboard were two bowls: one filled with perfect red strawberries, the other with fluffy white cream. Instant naughty images filled his head, not dancing sugarplums at all. As he turned back to Summer, holding the two glasses of champagne, his eyes instantly zeroed in on the wrapped package she held with both hands. Oh what a perfect image she was.

“I told you all I want is you for Christmas,” he muttered holding out one of the glasses.

“It’s part of the gift,” Summer proclaimed, extending the package out to him.

Intrigued he accepted the box while she accepted the glass. Setting his down, Jimmy quickly pulled the satin ribbons from the box, letting them flutter to the wood floor. Opening the box, Jimmy smiled crookedly before letting the box fall as well as he removed the gift. A compact camera instantly answered his unasked question, especially since it was loaded with film already.

“So that you never forget your present this year,” Summer declared.

Not about to argue that he already owned a few cameras, Jimmy merely lifted it to his eyes, finding her in the viewer. Smiling sweetly Summer allowed him two pictures, posing slightly. But as he lowered the camera, his frown touched off one of her own.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied simply, set the camera down, and retrieved her still untouched champagne.

Without explanation, Jimmy moved behind her and picked up two of the four wrapped packages beneath the tree. Handing her a long thing gift, he encouraged her to open it. Not one to argue, Summer tore the paper from the box and cracked it open. A small gasp left her ruby lips. A glittering antique diamond necklace reflected the firelight with brillant bursts. Before she could object, Jimmy plucked it from the box, handed her the other present, and moved behind her to fasten the jewels about her throat. Kissing her soft flesh after securing the necklace, he requested she open the larger box. Summer quickly obliged.

“Oh Jimmy,” she breathed.

Moving around the young beauty, he once more removed the gift from the box before she could object. While not a true crown or coronet, the comb glittered in a diamond-encrusted fan, giving the appearance of a tiara. Focusing his attention on her hair, Jimmy nestled the jeweled comb in her curls and ribbons. Stepping back he inspected his handiwork. She was gorgeous.

Eyes meeting hers, concern filled his, “Princess, what’s wrong? Why do you cry?”

“Oh Jimmy,” was all she could mutter.

He quickly kissed her, “You are the most beautiful princess ever.”

“I... I...”

Jimmy kissed her again, “Ah, you’re still missing some things.”

“Oh, no, Jimmy. I don’t need any more presents,” she instantly proclaimed.

He wanted to argue with her, to shower her with a million gifts, or in the very least the two remaining under the tree. But a resolute glint shined in her eyes and he knew he would get no where with her. He would convince her to open the gifts once the sun rose. But until then he would love her, love her as she was always meant to be loved. His fingers caressed her cheek and he kissed her once more before pulling away.

“No tears allowed in the photo,” he declared, picking up the camera again.

A few more clicks of the camera and Jimmy coaxed her to sit in his lap so they could sip the champagne together. He smiled and whispered sweet words in her ears, making her grin. Ridding both of them of their champagne flutes, Jimmy scooped up a berry, dipped it in the cream, and offered it to her ruby lips. Summer accepted but then kissed him, sharing the treat with him in the same motion. They shared most of the bowl of strawberries in that manner before Jimmy gave up with the fruit and just kissed Summer instead.

His hand traced down from her cheek, caressing her soft neck and shoulders. Both hands traced the outlines of her small, firm breasts. Nibbling on her ear, his hands slowly traced towards the center bow. Tossing her hair from her face, Summer leaned back to aid Jimmy’s access. His fingers reached for the tails of the red bow, watching the bow shrink slightly. An idea suddenly touched his thoughts and he halted his actions. Gently easing Summer out of his lap, the guitarist got to his feet. Wordlessly he guided Summer over to the fur rug in front of the fireplace. With a smile she laid down, her body diagonal to the crackling fireplace. Kneeling, Jimmy straddled the young woman. He landed down and kissed her flesh, just above the pretty red bow. Sitting back up, he held the red tails in each hand. Slowly Jimmy untied the bow, his eyes flicking between the bow and Summer’s eyes. His attention focused on her chest as he tugged gently the final tug. The bow instantly gave away, having been tied very tight in order to contain her breasts. He gasped upon seeing her perky globes. Hesitating only a moment, Jimmy cupped one in each hand, his thumb expertly circling her nipples until they grew taut. Not leaving them just to that, he dipped down and suckled each breast until she mewled.

With her soft moan of his name, Jimmy halted his actions. Kissing her ruby lips quickly he pulled away to reach for the camera. Summer refused any more photography – without another glass of champagne. With another flute of the bubbly tickling her insides, she happily posed topless for the guitarist. Frowning when the camera clicked as full, Jimmy handed her another glass of champagne and hurried to find more film.

Armed with another camera full of blank film and two more rolls waiting in preparation, Jimmy returned to the living room. Summer sat with her back to him, long blond curls and Christmas ribbons cascading down her back. The green sash about her waist still concealing her delicate flower from him was pulled more taut in her current seated position, a slight hint of the curve of her arse clearly tempting him. Quickly photographing the beautiful moment before disturbing it, Jimmy set the camera down on the rug as he slipped behind her. Reaching around Summer, he removed the empty glass from her fingers, setting it safely aside. He pushed her hair to the side, exposing her milky skin to his kiss. His fingers once more teased her nipple until she gasped. Her hand reached over her shoulder, guiding Jimmy’s mouth to hers. He sighed into the kiss, fighting the effort to push her forward and slide into her from behind or to extricate himself and finish unwrapping her. The latter option won out.

Turning Summer around, he requested her to lay back. Her large eyes met his and she shook her head. Instead her fingers danced down his shirt, unfastening small black pearl buttons. Her hands slipped inside the dressy shirt, separating to push the garment from his flesh. As Jimmy shrugged it down his arms, Summer leaned forward and kissed his chest. Her lips lightly nipped at his pale skin, tracing along faint outlines of muscles. Hesitating for not a moment, she sucked his nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her teeth until he moaned her name. Switching to his other nipple, Summer’s fingers dropped to his trousers. She only pulled away from her assault on his sensitive nipples once she worked his pants to the floor.

“No, Princess,” his finger circled her wrist to keep her from stroking him.

“But,” her eyes went to his, “I want to—”

“No,” Jimmy repeated and pulled away. “Lie back and relax.”

Holding his gaze for a moment, Summer finally did as he asked. Laying back on the fur rug, Summer folded one arm under her head, watching her dark lover through hooded eyes. Keeping her eyes, Jimmy stood long enough to shake himself free of the binds of clothes. Standing as he was, gazing down at the young Venus, he realized he needed her touch not for arousal, but merely the light in her eyes. He quickly snatched up the camera, recording her fire lit beauty once more. Playfully her fingers lifted the ends of the green bow, pulling the tails taut. Snapping a few more pictures Jimmy lost his edge of control when she licked her ruby lips and whispered his name. He set the camera down and knelt between her partially spread legs. His fingers covered hers, his eyes warning that she should not open his present. Perhaps... perhaps he was not ready to open it himself either.

Releasing the bow, his fingers interlocked with hers as he leaned down to kiss her. Jimmy gently guided her hands above her head, releasing both in the same movement. His long well-conditioned fingers circled both wrists, holding her hands in place with one of his. His free hand cupped her chin as he continued the passionate kiss. Slowly that hand traced down her body, spending no time on her small breasts, but caressing her flat belly briefly. As his fingers neared the green sash, Jimmy came to his decision: he would love her with it on. At least once.

Jimmy’s hand skipped over the satin sash, slipping underneath it instead. His talented fingers touched Summer gently, carefully working their way into her sex. Her molten honey oozed around his digits and he knew he didn’t need to wait at all. She was his.

Pulling his hand free and pulling out of the kiss, Jimmy waited for Summer’s eyes to flutter open and meet his. Once he had that intense soul connection, his fingers circled his erection, guiding it into her tight heat. Fighting to hold his gaze, she moaned as he slowly thrust into her, knowing without being told to not widen her legs. Releasing himself and her hands simultaneously, Jimmy cupped her breasts as he sought the rhythm of the moment. With her legs hardly splayed and his own desire of the past few days, he knew he would not last long. He merely hoped to bring her with him.

Her moans became more breathy with each thrust. Unable to remain as he posed her, Summer’s hands pawed and caressed him. Her perfectly manicured red nails scratched along his back. It had been far too long since she felt love and even longer since she felt Jimmy’s love. He would push her off the edge before too long, her plateau making her voice non-existant. Or so she thought.

“Oh god, Jimmy. Oh Jimmy. Oh,” she moaned as he pushed into her.

He froze deep inside of the California blond, feeling her body clamp around him. Never before had he felt her orgasm so hard, so intensely. Perhaps some other time he would mull it over. But not then because she pulled him deeper, her body massaging his and he could not resist.

“Princess,” he moaned before his body went rigid, “I... I love...”

“Oh Jimmy,” she purred, buried her hands in his hair, and kissed him deeply.

“You are amazing,” he muttered, beginning to withdraw.

“Wait, wait,” her hands left his head to stop his withdrawal.

“Why, baby?”

Stretching her right hand out, she snagged the camera’s strap. Before Jimmy could object she snapped a close up of him. Her other hand released his hip, allowing him to continue. Before he fully slipped out of her oozing sex, Summer tilted the camera down, capturing the emergence of his glistening shaft from beneath the smashed green bow.

Chuckling devilishly Jimmy leaned up, quickly untied the bow, revealing her smooth sex to him fully. Summer continued to take his photo, at least until he snatched the camera from her. Taking the remaining few pictures of his fully opened present, who now only wore the jewels he gifts her with, Jimmy tossed the camera aside and leaned down to devour her. Christmas morning would not dawn without her knowing she belonged to him. Completely.



The fire in the hearth had long since burned out. And though the burning in her body for Jimmy was still smoldering, Summer woke with a smile. The soft white rug beneath her warmed her slightly less than the body around her. Neither were sufficient, especially with a wintry draft howling down the chimney. Goosebumps flecked her skin and she snuggled closer to the dark prince beside her. She felt absolutely no regret for giving herself so wantonly to Jimmy. Even though he had not given himself completely to her, always kept some part of him behind a mysterious veil, Summer felt like she knew Jimmy perhaps better than most people. In their lovemaking that Christmas morning, he opened himself fully to her for a few brief moments, long enough for the young woman to notice a change in his eyes. She knew not what it meant, but she was ever grateful to be in his arms – even if she was bloody cold.

“Jimmy,” she whispered, wiggling even closer. “Jimmy, I’m freezing.”

His dark eyes fluttered open, quickly focusing upon hers. He pulled her closer for a moment, before realizing how cold it was in the living room. Kissing her lovingly the guitarist pulled away, flipping his section of the fur rug over her. Wordlessly he poked at the ashes in the fireplace, hoping to stir the embers enough to ignite a newspaper with negative Song Remains the Same reviews printed upon it. With the paper catching fire, jimmy dropped it in the fireplace and quickly added wood to the small flames. Triumphantly he joined Summer in the furry cocoon, kissing her gently as he lay on top of her. Despite the fact both were as nude as they were when they succumbed to post-coitus exhalation, laying together wrapped in the rug was only mildly arousing to either. They merely kissed and cuddled for a few minutes.

“Happy Christmas, Princess,” Jimmy muttered before kissing her again.

Her eyes looked up into his, “Merry Christmas, my prince. This is by far a better on that last year.”

He couldn’t help but recall last Christmas was spent in Malibu. Oh how jealous he had been that Summer became Robert’s nursemaid after the accident, despite the fact he was the one who brought the golden pair together again. He had watched as she worked her magic on the singer through the convalescence and the making of the album. And then the holidays came which Jimmy spent primarily watching Summer and Robert with envy. It had seemed good for her, but now she laid in his arms, proclaiming this to be the better of the two. That alone filled him with great pride.

Lifting her hand to his mouth, Jimmy kissed her palm. It was only then that he realized she no longer wore Robert’s ring. He suddenly wished he had one for her. The necklace and tiara were not enough at all. He wanted her to wear something of his always. There was the locket that brought her to stay with him, but would she wear it always? She didn’t wear it now; hadn’t once done so. He really wanted to slide a ring on her finger, replacing the one Robert gave her.

“Jimmy?” she questioned.

“You’re not wearing your ring,” he pointed out.

“I took it off when I came here with you. It’s time to let go,” Summer replied.

His frown did not disappear, “I have none to rep—”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“But I want—”

“I gave you me this Christmas, Jimmy. I need no ring to solidify that. Merry Christmas, lover.”

Though the latent wish still remained the center of his thoughts, Jimmy kissed her again. It was a merry Christmas. She was all he needed under the tree.