Day 6 (Saturday) is inspired by an adorably domestic manip of Regina and Robin kissing against the couch with their Christmas tree in the background by feathersofhope_ on Twitter! Check out her page for more beautiful artwork!

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Key To My Heart

"Robin," she giggles as he pulls her over to the Christmas tree.

He laughs, giving her oversized maroon sweater a light tug. "I want to give you an early Christmas gift," he tells her, pecking her lips lightly.

She smiles softly, the way she always does when he makes her go shy or impresses her. It's the same smile she'd given him on their first date when he told her how stunning she looked, the one he received when he first told her of his love for her, proposed to her, and said his vows in front of all their friends and family six months ago. He loves that smile. Loves all of her, really.

He pulls out a small box from his pocket as Regina murmurs about them needing to finish decorating the house for Christmas. Their tree sits in a wicker basket, Regina claiming it was all the new style on Pinterest instead of using a tree skirt, and there's only white ornaments on the tree - though Robin had claimed just yesterday he was going to get her to change that.

"We need some fun ornaments!" he pleads, trying to hang an old Disney ornament of his on the tree.

She laughs, shaking her head and telling him they can have a small tree in the dining room with silly ornaments if it'll make him feel better.

With a playful roll of his eyes and a huff, he agrees, kissing her lips and turning out the lights, casting their living room in darkness save for the white lights twinkling from the tree. He wraps his arms around her waist, dancing slowly in the middle of the room as he hums into her ear, promising between lyrics of his song that he's going to cover the small tree in the most outrageous ornaments he owns. She laughs, telling him that'll be just fine… they can close that door when guests come over anyway.

"We can finish once you open this," he smirks, taking a step back to give her room to open the present.

Regina eyes him suspiciously, grinning as she pulls the red ribbon from around the small box.

Pulling the lid from the box, she hands it and the ribbon to Robin so she can pull out her gift. With a soft gasp, she pulls a key from the box. It has a forest green ribbon tied through one of the small holes so it can hang and a tiny tag attached, inscribed with their address. Looking up at Robin questioningly, she says, "Is this our house key?"

He smiles, nodding. "I wanted us to always remember our first home together," he explains. "Now, no matter where we live, we'll always have this ornament to remember our first home by."

Regina smiles brightly at him, tears shining in her eyes and biting her lip as she turns, walking toward the large tree. She places the gold key in the middle and steps back to take an appreciative glance at it. "I love it," she beams, turning back to face him. She inhales deeply, blinking the tears away while she walks back to him.

He makes a joke about it not being a white ornament, and she rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. "I think I can make an exception for this one," she giggles as she steps into his space, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Robin's encircle her waist as she raises up on her tiptoes, pressing a passionate kiss to his mouth. Taken by surprise at the urgency in her kiss, he moans, eyebrows shooting up before finding their rightful place on his face. His wife walks him backward until his rear meets the back of their gray couch. He perches on it, and Regina leans her body into his, molding their bodies together. He brings one arm from around her waist to play with the ends of her hair as Regina sighs into his mouth.

Pulling back, she smiles down at him. "Merry early Christmas, Robin," she whispers. He chuckles through his nose, looking around. The house isn't quite ready for Christmas yet, it's barely ready for guests to come and visit. They'd just finalized the purchase of their home a month ago and have slowly been unpacking between busy work days and holiday parties. The main rooms they use are done and ready to live in, but the guest room and office are still scattered with unpacked boxes, and he makes a mental note to get it done before his parents come for the holiday next weekend.

"Happy early Christmas, my love," he replies back, kissing her once more.

They stay there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, just enjoying the soft Christmas music that plays from her phone in the next room. He looks into her beautiful, brown eyes - the ones Robin knows he's meant to look into for the rest of his life - and he's overwhelmed with love for her. This woman is his soulmate, and he knows no matter where they live or where they go, as long as she's by his side, life will be alright.