Emma set off towards Mifflin Street, eager to get home to Regina. It was Christmas Eve and Emma couldn't wait to spend their first Christmas together as a married couple after they had finally tied the knot that summer.
Emma had never really been one to celebrate Christmas before arriving in Storybrooke, it had only ever served as a reminder of her lack of family. Since coming to the sleepy town, her view had changed- the first time she had spent Christmas with Snow, David and Henry was so special to her, she had finally got Christmas.
Emma could see the twinkling lights she had put up, covering the mansion. Regina had offered to use magic to help her put them up, but Emma had been determined to hang them without magical intervention. It had taken her a whole Saturday and she was completely exhausted once completed, but she had been so proud of herself.
Emma couldn't wait for Christmas Day, she had spent so long picking out the perfect presents and couldn't wait to give Regina the earrings she had picked out, and she knew her love would look stunning in them. Snow and David would join them tomorrow for dinner, bringing Neil and Henry. Henry had started a tradition of spending Christmas Eve with his Grandparents and they were thrilled. Emma hadn't minded; she was looking forward to a night in front of the fire, curled up with her beautiful wife and a glass of cider in her hand.
Emma shivered as a gust of wind blew through the courtyard, grateful she was within a stone's throw of the front door. She unlocked the door and smiled at the smell of nutmeg and cinnamon hit her. Closing the front door she hung up her coat and pauses, she could sense her wife's magic and tingled with anticipation. She turned around to walk towards the kitchen and the source of the amazing smell and stopped; her eyes wide. There were hundreds of candles covering hallway and stairs, casting a warm glow. The ceiling had been enchanted to mirror the night sky with a small snow fall, it was stunning. The candles led a pathway up the stairs and Emma was willing to bet, to the bedroom, but something told her that she wasn't to go upstairs quite yet.
Emma headed for the kitchen, her stomach and nose leading the way. When she entered, she was greeting to a plate of homemade cookies, two champagne glasses and a note written in beautiful flowing script she recognised as belonging to her wife.
Emma, I want this Christmas to be as magical as possible, please bring the glasses and champagne upstairs. Love, Regina x
P.S. I knew your nose would lead you to the kitchen first, help yourself to a cookie x
Emma chuckled to herself, her wife knew her all too well. Nibbling on a cookie, she went to the fridge and took out the bottle that had been chilling, placing it next to the glasses. She picked up another cookie and went hunting for the ice bucket she knew Regina had somewhere. After all, if Regina had gone to all this effort, Emma was going to help as much as she could. Locating the bucket and filling it with ice, she placed all the items on a tray and headed towards the stairs, but not before stealing one final cookie.
Head towards the winding staircase, Emma for the first time noticed the white rose petals that had been scattered across the stairs, leading the way. Emma grinned to herself, she never thought she would be this lucky.
She reached the top of the stairs, turned towards the bedroom and discovered Regina had enchanted the candles to float, the shadows of the flames looked like they were dancing across the walls. Following the trail of rose petals, Emma walked towards the bedroom door and used her hip to nudge it open. The sight that greeted her made her gasp. The ceiling had been enchanted, the same as downstairs, the stars sparkling above her, only this time, Regina had also enchanted the moon the hang in the sky, casting a white gleam over the room. Emma swore she saw a shooting star go by. The rest of the bedroom had been enchanted to look like a forest that had been freshly covered in snow. Fir trees stood around the edge of the room, some with fairy lights on and the bed was covered in huge fur like throws. A small table was in the corner of the room and Emma saw another note on the table, she wanders over to it, placing the tray down and picked up the note.
Pop the champagne my love, Christmas is nearly here x
Still in awe of everything Regina had done, Emma picked up the bottle of champagne, held onto the cork and twisted the bottle. She heard the satisfying 'pop' of the cork leaving the bottle and poured each of them a glass. Facing the corner, she places the half empty champagne bottle in the bucket of ice, not hearing the door to the en-suite open and close behind her.
Emma heard a voice over by one of the many fir trees near the bathroom, 'So, tell me Em-ma, have you been naughty or nice this year' Regina purred.
Emma grinned and turned to face her wife, ready with a witty retort. However, all thoughts left her brain and her mouth fell open at the sight in front of her. Regina was standing in front of her dressing in a beautiful knee length red velvet dress with a white fir trim around the base. Emma's eyes were immediately drawn to the plunging neck line of the dress, where her wife's breasts were showing just the right amount of cleavage. They were enticingly covered in more of the red velvet, spilling out over the top. The dress had a hood attached, also with a white fur trim, which Regina had pulled up. Blood red lips and smoky eyes greeted Emma when she finally looked up to meet them. She could feel the arousal pooling in her stomach.
Emma finally realised that Regina had asked her a question.
'Uh' she stuttered, unable to form any kind of coherent thought.
Regina chucked, smug that her attire was having the desired effect.
'I said, my love, have you been naughty or nice this year?' Regina slowly walked towards Emma, exaggerating the sway of her hips. Only then did Emma realise Regina was wearing what could only be described as 'fuck me' heels.
Finally Emma managed to come to her senses, 'I am usually inclined to say 'nice', but I feel in this situation, the only correct answer is…naughty...'
'I was hoping you would say that' Regina smirked and leant past Emma to pick up one of the champagne glasses, giving Emma a teasing glance at the black lace bra she was wearing.
Regina straightened back up and raises an eyebrow at her wife, prompting Emma to pick up her own champagne glass.
'Here's to an amazing first Christmas together as a married couple. This past year has been everything I could have wished for' Regina said lovingly looking at her wife.
Emma smiled back and raised her glass to Regina's; they both took a drink and continued to gaze into each other's eyes, content to get lost as time slipped by. Eventually Regina took Emma's glass and placed it on the table along with hers which was stained with a lipstick mark.
Emma leaned in to kiss Regina, but Regina took a step back with an evil smirk on her face. She slowly lowered the hood on her dress, causing her hair to fall forward, framing her face.
'So Emma' Regina started, her voice low and filled with lust, 'do you want to open you present?'
This is where I ask the same question as Regina; readers, have you been naughty or nice this year? Do you want a second chapter? ;)
