Authors note: I'm sorry it's a bit short, but to make up for it, there's a surprise! ;)

"What is this all about?" Regina asked while she set the tray down on the table. The plastic chair made a creaking sound when Regina gracefully sat down. The noise caused the brunette to roll her eyes. They're so poor here...

Katherine looked up from the paper she was reading. It was the paper from four days ago, but they were grateful for it. It was the only way to keep a small connection with the outside world. The blonde folded the paper and laid it down on the table. "What's what all about?"

"This." Regina said and she clarified it by pointing at the several guards that were hanging up decorations. Every one of them was wearing a t shirt that said 'Downeast Correctional Facility' in big black letters.

"They're hanging up Christmas decorations." She answered with a shrug. "What else?"

Regina was surprised by the answer and she looked to her left to spot another guards, hanging up some red glittery streamers. She thought that they didn't celebrate Christmas in prisons, seeing that it was prison. Time was hard to keep up in here, Regina hadn't even noticed that it was almost Christmas already.

"I thought they didn't celebrate that sort of stuff."

"Well, yes and no. Christmas is kind off important here so they celebrate it, but if you want to celebrate labor day or something like that, you're on the wrong address."

Regina looked down at her breakfast, that was if you could call a little yoghurt and an apple a proper breakfast. She was still not used to this prison food. No, she was still not used to anything here, at all. She picket up her spoon and stirred it through the thick liquid. It was ironic really. Back in Storybrooke she was called a Queen, behind her back of course, but still. She wasn't very queenly anymore, not while living in this dump.

She got half a spoonful of the plain yogurt and carefully brought it to her mouth. It tasted horrible and it was sour. Regina's eyebrows furrowed in disdain and she dropped the spoon back in the bowl.

"So, any news?" Regina asked while she pushed the bowl to the side and grabbed a magazine dating from 1998 from the pile.

Katherine looked up and shrugged. "No, you? I heard you had a visitor the other day."

She felt herself becoming pale. "Yes, but I don't want to talk about it."

"That's fine, I won't force you."

Regina was thankful that the blonde didn't question it further and she turned to her magazine. It wasn't even a minute later when she heard the doors open. Her curiosity got the best of her and Regina looked up to see who it was.

Emma closed the door behind her and she turned around again, looking directly at Regina. Her green eyes burning holes in Regina's body. The blonde was dressed in her usual dark blue pants but instead of wearing her matching jacket she know wore a grey t shirt - the same as all the other guards but her's were a little different, on the front there was a picture of a black swan with a crown.

Regina's eyes were trained on Emma's arms. The officer was carrying a large box and the muscles of her arms were flexing. It was an arousing sight and Regina didn't know why.

Emma smiled when she saw Regina stare, turns out the brunette is not that subtle. She shifted the box containing Christmas decorations a little to the right to ease her left hand. When she reached on of the corners she dropped the box down with a loud bang. Her fingers where cramping from being in the same position for to long and she flexed them, hearing a satisfying pop when the bone shifted.

"Nice scarf, Jefferson." Emma said sarcastically when she eyed the red, with christmas trees scattered fabric that was secured tightly around the man's neck.

"Thanks." He answered, deciding to ignore the insulting way it was said and instead just went with the compliment. "Very Christmassy isn't it?"

Emma laughed as she sat back on her haunches and tried to get the tape from the box so she could open it.

"Need a knife?" Jefferson asked while he handed her his small pocketknife.

"Thanks."

Emma cut open the box and looked inside. It was full of glittery streamers and it was making the blonde nauseous.

Regina knew she was staring, and pretty obvious too. But she just couldn't tear her eyes from the sight. Emma was standing on a chair, her muscular arms high in the air holding up a red streamer. She was trying to hang it up, but she was failing miserably.

"Regina?"

Regina snapped her eyes away from Emma's form and instead looked at Katherine. "Yes?"

Katherine gave a knowing smile and she turned back to her paper. "Nothing."

...

"Oh, Regina! I'm so glad you're back, we have a busy schedule ahead!"

Yes, it was Friday again. Which meant Regina was helping in the kitchen again. Though that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was working with princess Blanchard. Dammit.

"So where do you need me?" Regina asked the doll like woman.

"You'll be there with me, we're making Christmas cookies." Mary Margaret said as she pointed at the right corner.

Regina shot her an insincere smile and she walked to her station. The dough was already on the counter, still wrapped in plastic. There were also some star shapes. Guess we're making stars.

Mary Margaret moved in to stand next to her as she reached for the packet of dough. The radio was screaming out Christmas songs.

Fortunatly she doesn't sing along. Regina thought with a grunt. That would absolutely be unbearable.

"So Regina, how are you doing?"

Regina rolled her eyes at the question. She was in goddamn jail, how did she think she was doing?! "I don't really feel like chit chatting." She dead panned.

"O-okay."

She smirked. At least, when the princess was scared of her, she wouldn't talk so much.

...

"What smells so good?" Emma asked as she leaned over on her elbows, supporting her head in her hands.

Mary Margaret looked up and smiled. "Cookies, Emma."

Regina didn't look up, she was trying to put the frosting on the cookie as neat as she possibly could.

"Why are you here, Emma?" Mary Margaret asked as she dried her hands on the towel hanging from the wall. "It's not your break, right?"

"No, it's not. I'm just here to escort miss Mills here back to her cell." Emma shrugged and she reached for one of the cookies, only to get hit with a spoon.

Emma poked out her lower lip as she cradled her injured hand. "Ouch, miss Mills."

Regina rolled her brown orbs and she put the bowl of frosting down. "I guess until Friday, miss Blanchard." She said with a polite nod.

"Of course Regina!" The pixie haired woman chirped.

Being a bitch clearly didn't help.

"I see you didn't murder her." Emma grinned when they were out of earshot.

"It was a close call." The brunette responded dryly.

Emma couldn't help herself and she let out a loud laugh. "I wouldn't say that too loud if I were you."

"Why?" Regina furrowed her eyebrows."I'm already in prison."

"Point taken."

Emma turned the corner, Regina following her on the foot. Until she suddenly stopped, causing the brunette behind her to bump into her.

"Dammit, Emma!"

Emma smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but we're under a mistletoe." Emma said while she pointed at the small branches serving as decorations, hanging above their heads.

"And?"

"We have to kiss."

Regina's eyebrows shot up in surprised. "What?! Why?!"

Emma shrugged. "Because we're standing under the mistletoe. It's tradition."

"It's just a stupid branch, Em-"

Regina's words got lost when she felt the blonde's lips pressed against her own. She hated to admit it, but she liked it. The blonde tasted like cacao and a hint of cinnamon, a wonderful mix. She melted into the kiss and started to reciprocate. She felt Emma's tongue stroking her bottom lip and she opened her own eagerly.

Emma had waited so long to do this. She had waited so damn long to feel the brunette's lips against her own. Though the waiting was definitely worth it. Regina's lips were full and soft, yet firm as they moved against her own. She tasted like apples and it was delicious. Emma could scream out with joy as she felt the brunette open her lips for her. She stroked the other woman's tongue with her own and was rewarded with a soft moan coming from Regina. The sound was so beautiful and erotic that Emma instantly felt her panties moisten. The woman was an angel.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Regina broke the kiss. The need for air had become too strong to ignore. She was stunned at what had just happened and didn't even know what to say, which was quite unusual for her. Regina Mills was famous with her sassy retorts. Yet, now she was speechless.

"This is just because of the stupid branch." It was the logical response, she thought. Regina Mills didn't do love, not anymore.

Emma felt the strong dissapointed fill her whole body. Regina didn't feel the same way as her and it hurt immensely. "Of course." She said timidly.

Regina couldn't handle the puppy look Emma was giving her, so she started walking back to her cell on her own.

This is not love! This is not love! This is not love! Regina kept repeating the mantra with every step she took. But if this was not love, why couldn't she forget the feeling of Emma's lips move against her own?

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