A/N: So...if you've been reading my stories for a while, you know it's impossible for me to write something and then keep it from you. I was going to wait until after Thanksgiving to start posting, but why wait?

If you leave a review and want to leave a Christmas prompt, I will choose one suggestion to include in the next chapter. This holds true for each chapter of the story. (Ex. Christmas Wreath, Fireplace, etc.-feel free to get creative!)

Here it is...the first chapter of Mistletoe & Mayhem. I hope you like it! :)

~ Summary ~

Dimitri Belikov has had his eye on Rose Hathaway since they started working together, but she's made it clear she doesn't mix business with pleasure. When he wakes up in her bed the morning after a a wild Christmas party, is it just the beginning for them...or is it the end?

Mistletoe & Mayhem

Chapter 1

"I'm just saying...I don't think it'd hurt you to go out and...maybe get a little action," Lissa said.

Rose grinned. "You know I'm not into little," she shot back.

Lissa leveled her with a glare. "That is not what I mean! How long has it been since you've had sex, anyway?"

Rose sighed as she flopped down onto the couch. "Ummm...I think it's actually in the years now," she admitted with a sigh.

Lissa's eyes widened. "Years?" she asked in disbelief.

"OK...first of all, close your jaw, please...unless you're getting ready to give me a blow job."

Lissa howled with laughter. "Wow. You are getting desperate!"


"Haley!" Lissa exclaimed as her oldest daughter ran into the room.

"Hi, Aunt Rose!" There was a breeze as the little girl blew past her.

"Hey, Hales," Rose said.

"What are you laughing at, Mommy?" the little girl demanded.

Lissa bit down on her lower lip, seemingly to give herself a bit more time to come up with something her six year old would believe. "I was just thinking about Aunt Rose's boyfriend," she blurted out.

Haley frowned as she looked at her mother in confusion. "Aunt Rose doesn't have a boyfriend."

"Thanks for the reminder, kid," Rose muttered.

"I've never even seen Aunt Rose with a boy!" she continued.

Christian laughed as he walked into the room. "Proof that the male population is wisening up," he joked in a low voice.

Lissa's eyes went to her other daughter, asleep in her husband's arms. "She out?"

"Like a light," he confirmed. "I'm going to go put her down."

Lissa nodded before turning back to Haley. "Go take your boots off by the door, please."

When Haley scampered off, she looked pointedly at Rose. "I think this work party is the perfect place to meet someone."

Rose lifted her eyebrows. "Have you met the men I work with?"

"You know I haven't. Oh!" She clapped her hands together excitedly. "What about that guy you always talk about...what's his name? The one you claim drives you nuts?"

"His name is Belikov," she said through gritted teeth. "And he does drive me nuts."

"I know you say-"

"And I don't always talk about him." She couldn't help but notice how hollow her declaration sounded.

Lissa gave her friend a knowing look. "You mention him at least once every time I see you. That's one more time than you mention any other person you work with."

"You know what?" Rose snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I think I liked it better when you were begging to give me a blow job."

"Want one?" Belikov asked as he opened a package of chocolate powdered donuts, pulled one out, then tried to pass it over the console.

Rose glanced across the car and shook her head, trying to tune out that sexy Russian accent. "How in the hell do you stay in shape eating that shit all the time?" she asked.

A slow smirk spread across his face. "That your way of telling me you think I'm sexy, Hathaway?"

"You kidding, Belikov?"

He chuckled. "One doughnut's not going to kill you."

"Well..." she muttered. "You're right there. But it will go straight to my chest."

His head whipped around and his gaze settled on her breasts before lifting to her face. "In that case, eat two. I'd hate for them to be lopsided."

"You know...they say you should conduct stakeouts in the backseat," Dimitri commented an hour later as he aimed his binoculars toward the house across the street.

"I'm not getting into the back seat with you, Belikov," she said, even as her heart sped up at the thought.

"These bucket seats recline," he pointed out.

"This is true," she said as she gave his arm a pat. "But I've told you before. You can't handle me. I'm way too much woman for you."

He grinned. "At least let me try," he coaxed.

"And ruin this amazing partnership? Not a chance in hell." But she knew he was only half kidding. He'd been chasing her since he'd transferred from the New York precinct two years ago. She'd made it clear she didn't date men she worked with, but he hadn't lessened his flirting. And if his teasing words were anything to go on, his dirty talk alone would be enough to make her tremble.

"Come on. Just once," he teased. "I'll make it worth your while."

She rolled her eyes. "Fuck you."

His eyes lit up. "Now we're talking."

"You going to the department holiday party?" she asked, changing the subject.

"It's not really my thing," he told her. "But Captain was pissed last year when I didn't show up." He sighed in resignation. "You?"

"Only so I don't have to listen to him bitch at me for the next twelve months."

Rose winced and immediately slammed her lids shut when the light hit her eyes. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry as hell. She laid there for another moment before they snapped open again.

What. The. Fuck?

She tried to roll over, but the muscular thigh draped over her waist made it impossible to move and if the probing against the back of her leg was any indication, ready for another round of whatever the hell they'd indulged in last night.

She closed her eyes as she tried to recall last night's events, mortified when one word resounded in her head: Roza.

That in itself wasn't bad, but the Russian accent it was laced with...

Focus, Rose, she coached herself even as her mind spun. You have participated in extraction missions before. Extracting yourself should be a cinch.

She started by trying to lift her leg off the mattress, frowning when she realized she was stuck to it. That—along with the cream-colored crusty coat covering her knee—must have something to do with the carton of eggnog on her bedroom floor. God, she hoped it was empty and hadn't leaked into the carpet. She'd hate to lose her security deposit over a half-gallon of eggnog.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand on the mattress and elevated her upper body, rolling her eyes when she saw smears of chocolate sauce on her forearm.

She meant to glance quickly to her left, but Belikov's sleeping form made her pause. He was lying on his stomach with one hand beneath the pillow, the other laying beside him on the mattress. She pursed her lips at the sight of the dips and hollows in his back; he was even sexier than she'd imagined. And for God's sake...she'd broken her nearly two year drought and slept with him.

Resisting the urge to brush his hair away from his face, she managed to disentangle herself using the tablecloth method: a quick roll to the side until she'd rolled right off the mattress and landed agilely on her feet despite the throbbing in her head.

She made her way quickly to the bathroom before she spent another second gaping at her partner. She closed the door quietly behind her, then sunk against it, her head dropping into her hands.

The three condom wrappers strewn across her bedroom floor hadn't escaped her notice...and neither did the tenderness between her thighs.

She winced as the events from last night came crashing back...