Hi everyone! Here I'm bringing you the first installment of my 20 Christmas day drabbles! I hope to post these consecutively, though I might post more than one a day if I end up becoming busy so I can get all of these done in the month of December. I am leaving the 26th for vacation, so I hope that when I am traveling I can get a lot done, which is why I want to say that a few days might be skipped. Trying to use my time wisely here :) Please review!

Note: Each of these drabbles will be ~1000 words, unrelated, can happen at any period of time between the first season and the second so far.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Description: Pre-curse. Regina holds her annual Christmas party for the town of Storybrooke. She's not all too happy that she has to spend a day with all these fools, but a waiting Prince under the mistletoe makes the whole idea worth it.

It was all Sydney's idea to begin with, the whole "bringing the town together" gig. It was often touched upon at every waking conversation he and the Mayor had. She eventually snapped after the 3rd or 4th time of him mentioning it and agreed with a stony look. It soon became an annual get together, and she couldn't back away from it now, for it was the third year running.

Regina would tell herself that it was only once a year - one time to paint a fake smile on her face and ask everyone how they were doing as if she gave an ounce of care.

She swirled her glass of red wine subconsciously as yet another forsaken cursed soul drawled on about their job and family, how nice of her it was to invite them. Her eyes bled through their face and she smiled sweetly when they stopped to see if she was actually paying attention. "That's nice, dear," she drifted, her eyes looking about the room, stopping short at David who was leaning against the front door.

He looked lonely, anxious. Something was up, and that intrigued her. She pardoned away and walked through the many groups of people that conversed throughout her home until she made her way to the threshold. David turned to see who it was coming down the small steps of the foyer, the clacking of heels giving notice.

"I never did take you as the party type," she noted, breaking the ice. David lifted his head to meet hers. Regina mirrored his stance on the other side of the doorframe, holding her glass with two hands. David laughed, "no, but I'm - is Mary Margaret going to be here?"

Over the past consecutive times that Regina had her annual Christmas party, she never sought to invite the one person who ripped her loved one away. Mary knew she did this of course - not inviting her - but she didn't know why. Now since David woke up from his coma, Regina felt if she did have to invite one more person to this bloody holiday full of cheer, it'd be him; and that'd make Mary evermore shocked and mad, which is inevitably why Regina loved it.

"She isn't, dear, I'm sorry," she replied, affectionately touching his arm with assurance. "Oh, well, I should get going then-"

"No, please," she pleaded, now squeezing his arm, "stay. Have some fun," she suggested, sauntering to a nearby table to pour him a glass of wine. He watched her beadily as she practically made up his mind with actions.

"Red or white?" Regina asked casually with a smirk, turning only her head to see him, awaiting an answer. His mouth was opened slightly, in awe of how inviting and oddly caring she was. He never saw the Mayor so generous and social. It intrigued him.

"Red," he breathed. She pulled a full smile and poured him a glass and refilled hers. He took it with ease when she walked back to his plaid clad form. "So," she started, crossing her arm under the other that held her glass, "how are you, David? How are you and Kathryn?"

David ran his hand over his jaw chuckling nervously, "We're - we're okay. We're working on it."

Regina tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes flickering up to the mistletoe above the door, then back at David. "You're a good man, David," she complimented, "I mean it."

He breathed a laugh and looked down, shaking his head. "No, no I'm not. I don't know what to do. You're Kathryn's friend, you know her, what should I do?"

Regina took a step closer to him, intently watching the sentimental piece above her as she did so. "I'm sure you'll find a way," she drawled, her eyes shooting back to his. David, perplexed, looked from Regina to where she was looking, quickly noting the mistletoe. His eyes grew wide when he looked back to her. "What are you -"

"Hmm? Oh," she said, pretending to be oblivious as she casually looked up at the mistletoe once more. "Mistletoe."

David gave a small smile and placed a hand on her arm and hesitantly leaned in. He reluctantly placed a kiss on her cheek, regarding the faint scent of cinnamon and apples when his nose brushed against her skin and hair.

Regina closed her eyes slowly, reveling in the warm act. The rim of her wine glass dangled from her fingers, almost slipping as his lips lingered by her jaw before he pulled away fully. Her lips pursed into a smile. She could still feel his close presence on her cheek even though his lips left her skin.

Regina closed the space between them, their bodies nearly touching. She craved the sentiment all too well and couldn't help but to sigh for more. "David," she droned, "if you're going to ask me for advice, at least learn this one thing from me."

"And what's that?"

Regina cocked her head to the side, her eyes following the symmetrical trail of his face, how it glowed in the dim light of the room. It felt like they were the only two in her home, when she leaned in, brushing her plump lips to his. She smirked slightly when she heard his breath hitch in his throat.

David stood there, his hand still abiding her arm, his mouth half-opened. He felt his eyes close slowly, as if he was falling into a dream, when her lips - achingly slow - closed around his.

Her intoxicating scent embodied his senses when she opened her mouth, inviting him in. And to his dismay, he obliged. He tasted the cool, spicy red wine on her tongue when his tongue slipped into her mouth.

David felt the vibration of her voice when she couldn't repress a deep groan that escaped from the base of her throat. He hesitated before kissing back, drinking in her scent and taste and her odd nature that seemed to draw him in. Maybe it was the wondrous, special, loving time of the year that let him forget the things he loved most for a moment.

They broke shortly after from lack of air. Regina's top lip grazed his lower one, savoring the one thing she wanted but couldn't have as she did so many times before over the course of the years. She wanted to relish in it as long as possible.

David looked at her with wonder as she withdrew herself. She opened her heavy eyes and looked about the room. A few people were staring, given, but none of them really took it personally. Regina smiled to herself, silently thanking the small incentive that dangled above the couple.

She backed away as he stared, confused and deranged. She gulped down the rest of her wine in one go, licking the corner of her lips with the tongue that dominated his. She drew it back into her mouth slowly, her eyes drinking him in as she looked back up to him.

"How to choose a woman," she finished deeply, turning to go, leaving a perplexed David at the door. Perhaps she'd like next year's annual party. She already knew who was first on her guest list, after all.

A/N: I hope you all liked the first drabble! I'll be looking forward to your reviews!