"So, what do you think?" Emma asks with a proud smile as she stands back and looks at the higher part of the Christmas tree that she was in charge of decorating.
"Urm…" Regina stammers as she looks for the right words to describe what she is looking at. The lower part of the tree that she had decorated was elegant and all the decorations hung in perfect formation as the tinsel and twinkling lights interweaved between them. The upper section that Emma was in charge of, because Regina couldn't reach it, was a jumble of mismatched baubles and ornaments that clashed with each other and weren't spread out in the way Regina had done on her section.
The delay in any further answer allowed Emma the time to look at the bottom half of the tree and take in the difference between how they had both decorated their own sections. "Oh... I guess tree decorating isn't really my thing. This is the first time I have ever done it," she adds coyly.
"Mine too. Cora was the only one who was allowed to touch the Christmas tree in our house. She only ever put it up because she felt she had to, so people wouldn't judge her. It never felt like Christmas was different from any other day."
"Well, this Christmas is going to be different for the both of us. It will be the first real Christmas for either of us and I'm glad it's you I get to spend it with." She places her hand on the small on Regina's back, gently massaging the muscles there because of the pain that has become more frequent in that area the further along in the pregnancy she has gone. "How about you sit down, I will go and make us some hot chocolate and when I come back you can direct me to decorate the tree the way you want it."
"It's fine how it is," Regina softy argues.
Emma looks at her with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow. "We both know the perfectionist in you is itching to redecorate the bit I have done."
Regina sits down and doesn't deny the very correct accusation. "A hot chocolate sounds delicious."
Once their hot chocolates have been finished and the tree had been redecorated to Regina's standards, Emma has to go and pack her bag to catch a flight later that evening. Tomorrow was the last away game before the Christmas break and Emma couldn't wait to collect the three points and get back to Regina for their very first proper Christmas.
"I wish I was going with you," Regina sighs wistfully from where she is sitting at the foot of the bed, as Emma picks out what she needs from the closet.
"Me too but I'll be back tomorrow night and your meeting tomorrow is so much more important. I wish I could stay here so that I could be at that meeting with you. I am so, so proud of you, you know that, right?" Emma pridefully boasts as she leans down for a kiss. "So, so proud," she repeats as she cups her cheeks gently and rubs their noses together before standing up and continuing with packing her bag.
"It's not that big of a deal," Regina blushes as she looks down and plays with her hands on her lap. "It's just a preliminary meeting. That has to go well before they will even consider giving me a meeting with the big bosses in the new year."
"Not that big of a deal?" Emma spins around to face her, sounding genuinely flabbergasted at that ridiculous statement. "Baby, you could be getting a book deal for a recipe book. How is that not a big deal?"
"It's nothing compared to what you do."
"I kick a ball around for a living," Emma scoffs. "It's hardly rocket science." She places her hands on Regina's thighs and softly urges her to uncross her legs so she can kneel down between them. "Your mommy is just being silly because she doesn't see how brilliant she really is," she whispers to their unborn daughter. She kisses Regina's stomach. The thought of going away without her, without the both of them, even for only one night almost feels like it's too much to bear all of a sudden. She repeatedly kisses the cotton covered bump until she pushes up Regina's jumper to reveal her naked stomach. Her desperation and need to stay with Regina comes pouring out in her kisses as they get sloppier and lower. She starts pulling at the waistband of Regina's leggings when a hand at the back of her neck stops her in her tracks.
Emma's blown pupils are almost enough to make her not say what she needs to say, almost. "Sweetheart, you only have forty minutes to pack your things and get to the airport. As much as I would like to continue this, you really have to go."
"Hmph," Emma grumbles as she sits back on her heels. "I know, I know." She helps Regina fix her clothes before standing up and getting back to packing her bag. She breaks the contemplative silence between them after a couple of minutes. "Sorry to leave you high and dry."
"I am certainly not dry," Regina replies nonchalantly.
"You're not making this any easier," Emma bemoans as she searches for her favourite pair of black jeans, not willing to look at Regina, knowing very well that if she does she will definitely do something that will make miss her flight.
"I'm sorry, darling," she says, not sounding sorry at all. She gets up and walks the few paces that are separating her from her lover. She wraps her arms around Emma's waist and presses up against her back, as much as her stomach will allow. "How about you call me when you get to the hotel and we can facetime?" Her intent is made perfectly clear when she cups Emma's crotch. She knows she isn't really helping the situation but she can't help herself. She knows Emma has to leave but she's nervous about her upcoming meeting and only Emma is able to make her forget about it. When they are in the throes of passion Emma could even make her forget her own name.
"Shit," the blonde mumbles.
"That's just some incentive to hurry up and catch your flight so we can facetime later."
"It just makes me want to stay," she whines as she turns in Regina's arms and leans in for a kiss.
"Well, you can't so you'd better get going," Regina says with a tap to her bottom.
Emma groans and continues to pack her bag. "Fine, but just remember that you only get my best moves in person," she quietly grumbles.
Regina laughs throatily, having just about caught what Emma had said. "I have been getting your best moves all this time? I thought you had been holding back on me and waiting for a special occasion," she teases, trying to keep a straight face.
Emma turns around to face her, completely slack jawed. "If you need me to prove to myself I will do so right now."
"Any excuse not to leave, right?" Regina says with a smirk as she walks over to their en suite. "Your daughter is doing the rumba on my bladder again."
Emma's smile turns into a frown as she throws the last item into her bag. She's certain that time passes slower when she's away from her girls.
The soccer star is sitting on the edge of their bed, with her overnight bag next to her when Regina exits the bathroom.
"Don't look so glum, it's just one night," Regina pleads as she sauntered over to her slumped lover. When she is right in front of Emma, strong hands caress her hips before pulling her down onto her lap.
"I know. Then just one home game and it's Christmas break. It can't come soon enough," she huffs against the bronze chest she's snuggling into.
Regina wraps her arms around Emma's shoulders, pulling her in a bit closer and placing a kiss to the crown of her head as they share the moment before they have to be apart until tomorrow night.
"Mmm…boobies," Emma mumbles into soft skin.
"A visit from teenage Emma, how delightful," Regina retorts as she gets up from Emma's lap. Gentle hands hold onto her and keep her within reach.
"I will never apologise for appreciating your breasts," she says with a wink.
"Don't you mean boobies?"
Emma snorts. "That word sounds funny when you say it." She pulls the brunette a little closer and her eyes drop to her stomach. "Take care of you mommy when I'm away," she whispers to their daughter before dropping a small kiss to the ever growing bump. "I love you." She stands up, still holding onto curvy hips, "I love you too, and I'm going to miss you like crazy but I suppose I really have to go now." She leans down and gives her fiancée a kiss she won't soon forget. "I'll call you when I get to the hotel."
"Okay. Love you too."
Emma reluctantly walks to their bedroom door and leaves for the night.
Regina decides to busy herself with rechecking her portfolio for the hundredth time in preparation for the meeting.
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"So, what time are dipshit and Regina expecting us?" Ruby breathlessly enquires as she lays naked and sated next to Kat in their bed. She knew that it annoyed her girlfriend when she called Emma names, that was the main reason she did it. She had a wonderful friendship with Emma so Kat knew it was in jest. An elbow to her ribs implied differently. "Ouch!"
"Ooh shit. That was harder than I intended it to be." Kat laughs as she rolls on top of her and places small kisses on the area she had just inadvertently abused. "Sorry, baby," she murmurs between kisses, "let me make it up to you."
"If you insist," Ruby smirks as she relaxes into the attention her body is receiving, her hands behind her head.
Not too much later, when Kat finally comes up for air, she notices the time on the nightstand clock. "Oh shit, we really have to get ready. I said we would be there by midday."
Ruby slowly opens her eyes, the blissful smile of euphoria still plastered on her face as she turns her head to the clock. "That's in like forty minutes."
"Well done, Einstein. Let's get going," Kat instructs as she jumps up from the bed and heads to the shower.
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute," Ruby mumbles through a yawn and her eyes slowly begin to close again.
"NOW!" Kat shouts from the bathroom, leaving no room for argument.
Ruby exhales loudly but gets up anyway. As much as she wants to stay in bed with Kat she's really excited for the next few days and celebrating Christmas with their group.
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"Merry Christmas, Kat!" Emma cheerfully greets her friend with a hug, when the pair of them arrive a bit later than originally planned.
"Merry Christmas, Emma. Sorry we are late."
"Not a problem, just happy you are here and the celebrations can begin." She takes Kat's coat off her and hangs it up. "Regina is in the kitchen and she has just opened a bottle of wine for you when she heard the doorbell ring."
"Ooh, say no more." With the mention of an open bottle of alcohol she disappears down the hallway.
"So, Lucas, you don't know how to tell the time?" Emma mocks her teammate in a way she would never dare to do to Kat.
Ruby hangs her own coat up before turning around and smirking at Emma. "Nah, I was just too busy getting laid," she nonchalantly replies and then makes her way towards the kitchen as well.
"Fair enough," Emma says to herself, fully appreciating it was a valid reason, she then follows in Ruby's footsteps to the kitchen. The sights and sounds that greet her in the kitchen warms her heart in a way she is getting used to but still can't get enough of. Kat and Ruby have both made themselves at home and are sitting at the dinner table with a glass of wine each as Regina puts the finishing touches to their lunch, already having refused any help from their guests.
When Regina turns off the stove Emma knows it's now safe to interfere without the worry of getting told off. She pulls a chair at the table, "take a seat, beautiful. I'll serve up the food."
"Aren't you just a knight in shining armour?" Ruby sarcastically jabs. "Regina has prepared lunch and you try to swoop in and get all the credit at the last second. Tut tut."
"She does this all the time," Regina joins in with the friendly ribbing, "she lets me do all the hard work and then does the easiest thing she can find so that she can get all the praise."
"And when you are carrying her child. You are so selfish, Emma." Kat adds with a gleam in her eye.
"Is this how it's going to be for the next couple of days?" Emma asks in feigned exasperation as she serves up the stir fry at the table and takes her seat next to Regina.
"You know it!" Ruby smirks as she starts helping herself to food.
Emma snatches the ladle off her, "pregnant ladies first, you ass." She passes the ladle to Regina, who doesn't even bother to argue because she knows Emma too well, so she serves herself some food.
"Behave children," Kat admonishes when Ruby gives Emma the finger.
"I can't wait for tonight," Regina says to change the conversation and stop the squabbling that Emma and her friend would undoubtedly spiral into.
"Me too. It's the first time I've had someone to take to the clubs Christmas gala," Ruby adds excitedly.
"I thought you took someone last year?" Emma asks, sounding unsure as she searches her memory. It was her first Christmas ball at the Slayers the previous year and she had spent most of the night drinking and trying to avoid everyone to remember who was there.
"Eww. That was my Gran. It's not really the same thing." She wraps her arm around Kat and kisses the side of her head to show how grateful she was to be taking her as her date this year.
"So, who is your gran spending Christmas with this year if you are here with us?" Regina asks quizzically.
Ruby shudders and Kat smiles wildly before answering for her girlfriend. "She's shacked up with her new boyfriend. He's a carpenter and we caught them in the act a few days ago."
Everyone except Ruby laughs at that. The lanky brunette looks like she is going to throw up. "It was the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. I need the image scrubbed from my mind." She fake gags for emphasis her point.
"You should be happy for your gran, baby. At least we know he's good with his wood!"
Regina almost chokes on a piece of broccoli she's chewing and Emma chuckles loudly as Ruby sullenly slumps down in her chair.
The friendly banter continues throughout the meal as they all sit together with the people they love the most in the world.
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"Wow," The two soccer stars say in unison when their girls both enter they lounge. They, as usual, were dressed and ready to go way before Kat or Regina were ready. They both make a beeline for their partners.
"You are stunning, as usual," Emma says with a gentle kiss to full lips.
"I don't look too frumpy?" She asks insecurely. Her rounded stomach and the flat shoes she had chosen for the evening had left her doubting her wardrobe choice. She knew she wouldn't be able to last the night in heels with all the extra baby weight she was carrying. The black, silk dress she was wearing, ruffled out between her waist and knees wasn't her usual choice but she was wearing it because she didn't feel comfortable in anything more form fitting. Her hair and makeup were perfectly done, as always, and her engagement ring shone beautifully from her left hand.
"You never look anything less than perfect." Emma promises and seals it with another kiss. Albeit, this time it was deeper and more lingering. The intercom buzzes when their chauffeur for the evening arrives, but not even that is enough to separate the lovers mouths from one another.
"You two, take a breather, the car is here," Kat informs them.
When they arrive at the stadium they walk into the usual fanfare as expected. After the successful year the club had had no expense had been spared in creating a night for the players and their families that they would never forget. The red carpet had been rolled out and the clubs photographers were lining it, ready to capture everyone's entrance. Kat and Ruby exit the car first and pose together all the way down the red carpet.
Emma and Regina's entrance is a little more demure but the camera's don't fail to capture the love and happiness they are both radiating, particularly when they stop for the obligatory pose at the end of the red carpet. Emma is wearing one of her many fitted black suits, with a gold coloured tie and holding around her fiancée like even an inch of space between them was far too much.
After a champagne reception and mingling with all the other soccer players, staff and their families, they all then move on to the dining room for the gala dinner. Everyone's name plaques are placed on the tables, where they have been assigned to sit and Ruby goes searching for her and Kat's so she can move them so that they are on the same table as Emma and Regina. That garners a small disapproving look from Elsa, whose table she is meant to be sitting at. "Sorry blondie you are without my awesome company for dinner."
After dinner, even more drinks are served, which both Ruby and Kat take full advantage of. Other than the glass of champagne she had on arrival, Emma has only had a couple of beers. She didn't think it was fair to leave Regina being the sole sober one in their group.
"That dinner was really nice," Regina praises. "I think our daughter is a fan of those oyster mushroom scallops. I might have to steal the recipe for the restaurant."
"I thought some had vanished off my plate when I went to the toilet, it was you, wasn't it?"
"It was your daughters fault," she smiles sweetly and flutters her eyelashes, "but mmm they were delicious."
Emma laughs and kisses her cheek. "I'll go get you some more." Emma obliges as she stands up.
"No, Emma. I am full. I have just had four courses."
"Five… if you count my starter that you stole." She winks and rubs Regina's baby bump. I'll just get some more in case Princess gets peckish," she says, not taking no for an answer.
Regina rolls her eyes but smiles. This was just Emma's way and she had to admit she really enjoyed being doted on… and she probably would be able to find some room in her stomach for the tasty snacks.
"Do you see that?" Kat asks Ruby with a bit of a slur. "Did you see what Emma has gone to do?"
Ruby downs the last of her wine. "Pee?" She guesses after hiccupping.
"No… she went to get Regina some of them… those.. urm.. oysters."
Regina sits back and watches their drunken interaction with amusement.
"OYSTERS? Regina can't eat oysters… she's having the pregnancy, the pregnancy with the baby. It's not good for the pregnancy with the baby." She then looks towards Regina but it takes her a moment to focus her eyes. "You can't eat that Regina. You can have some… some…" She is searching for a word but she doesn't even know what that word is. Then it hits her. "Grapes! It's like wine but it's okay for the baby. I'll go and get you some. Don't eat the oysters when I'm gone. Okay?" She leaves to go on a hunt for the grapes before Regina can answer her.
"And crackers! She likes crackers!" Kat chimes in with before getting up to go on her own search.
"I'm not even hungry," Regina laughs to herself. Because half of their table has left to find her food she hasn't even asked for.
"So, I spoke to one of the chefs and they are making you some more, they will bring them out when they are done," Emma announces when she sits back down next to Regina, her arm automatically sliding around her back and on to her hip. "Where have drunk and drunker gone?" She asks when she realises the table is a little quieter than before she left.
"To find me some more food because apparently no one thinks four courses is enough for me," she answers with a raised eyebrow.
"Five," Emma quietly mutters but still gets a smile and a nudge from her lover who had definitely heard her.
"Got some!" Ruby loudly declares as she puts a huge bowl of grapes in front of Regina. "And I checked, they are seedless so the baby won't choke on them."
Emma can't hold in her laughter at that statement. "I think she failed biology in school," she whispers to Regina. She can't help but feel a rush of pride for Ruby though, for checking it was safe for the baby even though it didn't work like that.
"Thank you, Ruby," Regina politely acknowledges her efforts.
Within a few minutes she also has a pile of crackers and a tray of oyster mushroom scallops in front of her, which garners a few strange looks from the people around her. She doesn't care though, it might look strange to everyone else but it was just another sign of the love she is constantly surrounded by.
The last part of the evening, the awards ceremony, then begins. This was the part that Regina had been looking forward to and the main reason she agreed to come, rather than spending Christmas evening at home, cuddled up with Emma on the couch. She was more than certain that Emma would be taking home more than one trophy tonight. She loves any excuse to celebrate Emma's achievements.
Regina was right, Emma took home two trophies that evening; the golden boot and the clubs player of the year.
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When they get home, Ruby and Kat stumble up to Kat's room and Emma puts the kettle on so she and Regina can have a cup of tea before bed.
"I'm so glad I wore flats tonight, my feet are hurting as it is, heels would have killed me," she moans from the couch when Emma brings the tea through.
Emma places the cups on the coffee table. "Here, let me rub them," Emma offers as she sits down and gently takes Regina's stocking clad feet in her lap. It wasn't lost on Emma that it was only a few months ago when she was doing the very same thing it lead her to discovering what had been going on with Regina.
"What are you thinking about it? Emma? Em?"
"Huh?"
"I asked you what you were thinking about. You were frowning."
"Oh nothing. I'm just a little tired."
"Too tired to open an early Christmas present?"
That piques Emma's interest. "It is almost one a.m. so technically it isn't early."
"Shut up," she laughs and throws a cushion at Emma.
"So, do I get to pick whichever one I want?" Emma asks as she points at the pile of presents under the Christmas tree.
"No, this is a special present and it's upstairs." She gives her a sultry wink and lightly bites down on her bottom lip.
"That is my favourite kind of present!" Emma exclaims.
Regina laughs her deep velvety laugh because Emma reacts like a kid at, well, Christmas. "Give me five minutes and follow me up."
"Five minutes? That's like forever," she whines.
"Trust me, it will be worth it." Regina sits up and slides her hand up Emma's thigh.
"It always is," the blonde whimpers when a possessive hand cups her dick through her pants.
"I'm going to be waiting for you so make sure you get yourself hard for me," Regina whispers into her ear then sucks on her earlobe before getting up. "Five minutes," she reaches down again and squeezes her slowly hardening dick to get her started.
As soon as she's out of the room Emma is unbuttoning her pants and shoving her hand into her boxers. "Mmm… fuck…" she moans softly as her head falls to the back of the couch. She strokes herself softy, teasing herself to full hardness. She doesn't want to be too firm with herself or she wouldn't last two minutes when she was in bed with Regina. Unfortunately a few moments in her own mind of what the present could be has her rushing the edge quickly. "Shit, shit, shit." She quickly whips her hand out of her boxers and breathes heavily. She catches herself just in time before she spills her seed too early. She takes a minute to catch her breath and then walks awkwardly up the stairs to their bedroom as he dick throbs painfully in its cotton prison, red and frustrated at being cut off from the promise of euphoria all too soon.
She's standing outside their bedroom door and she wonders if Regina would be okay with her taking a quick and very cold shower before they got down to business. She had gotten far too carried away downstairs and was quietly berating herself. She takes a deep breath but it does nothing to stem the flow the liquid slowly leaking from her tip. "You're not a teenager anymore, Emma. Walk in there and take care of your girl," she tries to convince herself.
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when she opens the door. Regina is laying back on the pillows in what can only be described as Christmas negligee that would distract Santa from his job. It's red and sheer and moulds against her body like a second skin. It pushes her breasts up and just about covers her modesty. It was spectacular and almost too much for Emma to handle. Regina was sexy and elegant and carrying her baby. She quickly had to try and imagine Ruby's gran and her boyfriend going at it just to stop herself from have a solo party in her pants.
Regina's eyes fall immediately to the bulge in Emma's pants and she unconsciously squeezed her legs together. "Are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and make the most of your gift?"
She moves gingerly, trying to give her cock as little friction as possible. When she reaches Regina she places her hand on the soft skin of her thighs and they automatically fall open, revealing her very wet and needy core.
Emma was painfully aware it was game over as soon as Regina's scent hit her nostrils. "Oh shit." Her nails dig into bronzed skin and her knees almost buckle as she shoots rope after rope of cum into her own underwear.
Regina has to bite her own lip not to smile and have Emma confuse it for laughter. A tiny part of her was disappointed but she was confident in her lovers stamina so she knew the night was far from over. A much bigger part of her was smug that she could have that effect on Emma, especially when she herself didn't feel very sexy.
"I'm sorry," Emma bushes. "You're just so…"
"Shush. It's okay. Come here." She reaches for Emma's hand and pulls her on top of her, in between her spread legs. Emma buries her head into her neck as the feeling of shame starts to subside.
"I bet Santa wishes he could empty his sack that quickly tonight so he can go home early." Emma groans in embarrassment and Regina laughs until tears are rolling down her cheeks.