So Emma is a big believer of kissing under the mistletoe. On Christmas morning she and Regina happen upon a mistletoe but since it's still pretty early on their relationship, she can't just say: hey look there's a mistletoe, we should kiss or something. Just some Christmas fluff with super awkward Emma and oblivious Regina basically.- Asked by natblidass via tumblr

The early grey light of December danced on top of Regina's kitchen, dancing merrily against the white surface of the former queen's counter. Emma, however, didn't pay any attention to the snowflakes that melted at the other side of the windows nor the shadows they created on the floor as they fell and, instead, took a bite of the already half-eaten Christmas cookie she had on her left hand, the other nursing an almost empty coffee mug. Sighing wishfully, she licked the frosting out of her lips, turning towards the door that connected the main hall to the kitchen already thinking on going up and wake the mayor herself up. Her eyes though bulged out and the piece of cookie almost choke her as she saw what she had before been far too sleepy to realize when she had come down from the master bedroom.

Mistletoe. There, hanging from the doorframe and looking innocently back at her, the green and pointy leaves of the mistletoe actually shone under the light that suddenly seemed warmer at her back. Swallowing thickly, she remembered her mother slurring something to her on the small dinner party Regina had begrudgingly accepted to host the night before on the mansion; the alcohol consumption and far too many tales Emma would have preferred to never know about her parents having done their apparition through the night.

Snow had been a few feet at Emma's right with a healthy glint on her eyes and cheeks already flustered due to the cider glass she hold between her hands. "I'm telling you." She had said with a little smile curving her lips as Emma drank beer, she herself distracted due to Regina's voice that kept floating from outside the kitchen. "Do something like that and you will have her falling even more in love with you."

"Mum…"

"I'm telling you! Your father adores it; I remember one time…"

Emma cringed at the memory of what had happened after that and returned to the present, her breakfast forgotten as she closed her eyes in sudden anger, the memory of Snow telling her to use mistletoe to kiss Regina the previous day suddenly appearing on her mind's eye.

"Regina is going to kill me." She thought frantically, looking around her, trying to find anything that would help her to remove the mistletoe away from the doorjamb. However, the second her mind provided her with the answer of "magic" an awaken Regina entered in the kitchen, eyes still half-closed and clothes Emma recognized at her own covering her body.

The sight itself made Emma's heart melt; the look of Regina wearing an oversized t-shirt making her feel giddy but the fear of having to explain herself to Regina prevailed over it.

They had been together for less than a month, Emma reasoned while looking to Regina, waiting for the other shoe to drop the moment the brunette looked above her head. They still needed to learn about each other, about the things they could do and the things they couldn't. Regina was still skittish expressing any kind of obvious display of them being together outside the safety of their houses and a kiss forced due to a stupid tale looked far too close to what they have been battling for the past few years for the blonde to feel completely sure Regina would be okay with it. Even though Emma kind of have had herself been waiting for something like that ever since she had been a teen.

So there she waited, eyes almost bulging out, a corner of her mouth still sporting white frosting and a slowly cooling cup of coffee on the counter where one single droplet of the beverage stained the otherwise spotless surface.

Regina, who had been yawning until then, awoken by the smell of coffee and the lack of her particular blonde-heater, smiled warmly at the younger woman before she noticed the look of absolute terror the woman sported. Her own eyes widened, fear already filling her stomach, her mind already listing the possible curses and problems Storybrooke could already be in.

"Emma? Something's wrong?" Her voice was still thick with sleep but it resonated strong enough in the room for the blonde to blink her fear away and shake her head. Licking her bottom lip Emma, eyed the mistletoe once again; Regina's head just right below it.

"Nothing, nothing." She replied hastily while turning to the coffee machine. Perhaps, she thought while she grabbed a cup for the brunette, if she kept Regina entertained enough she would be able to magic the damned thing out of the woman's house. "I'm still half-asleep and you startled me! Want…" She eyed the already filled mug on her hand and turned, smiling apologetically at Regina who was still in need to move away from the doorjamb, a fond expression filling her eyes.

Which, in itself, made Emma tremble; Regina was still careful and acted detached with her at any other given situation but those were the moments -when they were alone- when she was able to see the details the woman hide at any other time. Emma treasured those moments and for a moment she halted, noticing the curve of Regina's neck, on the way she seemed to hug herself around her t-shirt and pants, on the way she looked awake and still soft, still a far away version of the woman that she would present to the rest of the town in less than an hour.

"uh… some coffee?" She finished while shrugging unapologetically, still trying to find a way to make the brunette move away from the door. "I can prepare you something else if you want."

"No need dear." Regina beckoned Emma with a glance and the blonde approached the shorter woman with a raised brow, nervousness filling her. Regina smiled and kissed the woman's cheek before wiping Emma's lips clean with one swipe of her thumb.

"Happy Christmas dear." Emma blinked once, then twice, as she gaped, unable to speak.

Picking the coffee mug and giving a healthy sip from it Regina walked towards the counter, stealing the cookie from Emma as well and nodding to herself, happy to know that nothing was wrong.

Outside the snowflakes seemed to grow thicker, white already covering the streets.