Here's your run of the mill Christmas mistletoe fanfic written in about five seconds and probably published far too late for it to count for anything! Just a bit of stupid festive fun, so I hope you enjoy it. Happy holidays to all~
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Once Upon A Time.
It's snowing when the Storybrooke Christmas party happens, and it's appropriately fairytale-esque. White flakes drift from the dusky pink sky, and usually-dull surfaces and buildings are coated with a thick layer of softly sparkling snow. It's wonderful for all.
That is, except, Regina Mills and Emma Swan, who would rather be virtually anywhere else than in the diner crammed with cheery and slightly drunk people.
Emma's on her fourth beer when Hook saunters over and begins flirting voraciously with her, and she's grateful because, God, does she need the alcohol to bear it.
"Oi, Swan. How's a fine lady like you doin' on a day like this, eh?" he slurs, and the Sheriff cringes. And Snow had the audacity to say I've had too much to drink. He's standing much too close for her liking and she can smell the cheap rum on his breath.
"I'm fine, thanks," she says drily and takes a healthy swig of beer.
The pirate smirks lazily and glances up at the ceiling. His eyes widen when he spots a sprig of green hanging from it, and then he smirks even wider.
"I've heard whisperings of a tradition in this realm where two people caught under a bit o' that–" he gestures clumsily to the mistletoe with his hook. "–have to kiss. Is that right?" Hook asks, and though his words are fairly polite (for a pirate), Emma can practically hear the smug, lecherous thoughts in his head. He's like a teenage boy talking to an attractive woman for the first time.
The Saviour isn't sure whether to tell him he's right or lie to get out of kissing him, but she doesn't have a chance to answer because Ruby jumps in.
"Hook, I'm cutting you off. You've had way too much to drink. That mistletoe is clearly hanging over Emma and Regina."
Emma looks up and is surprised to find that the werewolf is right about the mistletoe hanging over her and Regina, who she finds is standing behind her with the fairy from Neverland, Tinkerbell.
"But–" Hook tries to argue, but Ruby's already managed to grab the former mayor's attention and gesture innocently to the mistletoe.
Regina's brown eyes widen for a split second and Emma thinks she sees something flash in them, but it's gone too fast and the brunette quickly narrows her eyes. Stepping closer to the blonde, she huffs in irritation. "Alright, Miss Swan, let's get this over with."
The Saviour's mouth has gone inexplicably dry; yes, Regina is an attractive woman – Emma's not blind – but it's not like she fancies her. Right?
She doesn't have time to think about it because then she feels the other woman's warm breath on her lips – her breath smells like mint with a hint of apple and just enough alcohol to be enticing but not off-putting. It's a delicious combination and she leans in closer, so they're a mere inch apart.
Regina's breath hitches in her throat and she curses herself for being so pathetic and acting like a teenager having their first ever kiss. She decides to take the plunge before she has the chance to screw up or chicken out, and closes the gap quickly.
When her painted lips press against Emma's surprisingly soft ones, a thrill of excitement goes through her. She can feel the Sheriff's body against her own, soft leather against smooth silk and flesh against flesh. The Sheriff's lips are intoxicating, and it doesn't take long for Regina's lips to part, allowing the Saviour's tongue to snake inside.
Someone moans – neither are sure who – and it makes Regina remember where they are, and just who she's kissing. She reluctantly parts with the blonde and pushes back a dark, out-of-place hair in an attempt to make herself look as if she hadn't just made out with the Sheriff who she used to hate.
"Right," Regina mutters, smoothing imaginary crinkles in her clothes. Just as she's about to walk away, a breathless but smirking Emma grabs her arm and spins her back round to face her.
The brunette's brow furrows and she opens her mouth to ask what the hell the Saviour thinks she's doing, but before she can get the words out, Emma reaches up and runs her thumb slowly across the corner of Regina's mouth. The action causes Regina's gut to tingle slightly.
"Your lipstick smudged," Emma explains with a mischievous smile.