Wickedly Clever
Part Nine – "I won't ask for much this Christmas."
Mid-morning of Christmas Eve
Storybrooke, Maine
December 24th, 2050
Future Ficlet
"Just close your eyes," Peter sounded exasperated.
"Why?" Emma sassed, sounding just as annoyed.
"Why do you think?" He bantered back, raising an eyebrow.
She huffed, crossing her arms.
He rolled his eyes, "It's a surprise."
She sighed loudly, "Fine." She closed her eyes.
"Finally," he exclaimed, shaking his head.
–ooOoo–
Peter let go of Emma's hand. They arrived at the destination.
He opened a set of doors.
"We're here, Emma," he said softly.
She opened her eyes, and her jaw dropped.
Growing up, she never had a Christmas tree.
But now… she did.
Emma faced Peter, and hugged him tightly.
A/N – 12/31/13: First, Happy New Year! I live in Nevada, U.S.A. I still have a long way to go, lol. But tonight I'll be working from 5pm – 1am. So, I'll be working as 2013 ends and 2014 comes in. SMH
Anyway, here is the Peter/Emma drabble I promised. Hope I lived up to your guys' expectations. ;) But if not, there is more where this came from. ;) BTW, how did I do? :)
Second, just so you know, Peter and Emma are already dating by this time. They're in a relationship and are in love with one another. ;)
Third, Peter never cast the curse, Storybrooke is still intact, and everyone is alive, especially Rumple. As for Peter's age, I'm not sure what it should be since he's no longer in Neverland; maybe eighteen still or twenty-one or twenty-two. Take your pick 'cause I don't know, lol.
Fourth, I don't really like Mariah Carey, but I like some of her songs. So, the title comes from some of the lyrics from Mariah's song, All I Want For Christmas Is You.
Thanks for all of the reviews, favorites, follows, and alerts. Love you guys. Until next time!