Okay so I know it's not yet Friday, but it's Christmas Eve, so here is an extra special present to all my little faeires.
I hope wherever you're that you're warm, safe and happy this Christmas time. I send you all love, cheer and the best of wishes.
Thanks to my wonderful beta for being a super babe! 3 you chick! x
Christmas Eve
'Twas the night before Christmas, on Mifflin Street,
There was writhing and moaning from under the sheets.
The stockings and suspenders were tossed without care,
For Mistress and sub were lost in their affair.
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Young Henry was nestled all snug in his bed,
Down the hall Emma's legs, wide were spread.
Both collars around her neck, her wrists tied in shackles,
The candle burnt bright smelling of cinnamon apple.
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Her nipples encased in clamps with chains,
The good little kitten so easily trained.
Biting down hard she stifled a moan,
As Regina bit and sucked, marking her hipbone.
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The purple stain dark against skin white as snow,
Regina kissed and she licked and she gave it a blow.
Smiling up into eyes of wondrous green,
She felt more power and responsibility than when she'd been Queen.
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Emma was her sub, her kitten, her whore,
A lover, a friend, co-parent and more.
With a thrust and a pinch, Emma soon came,
Screaming and moaning and shouting her name:
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"Oh Mistress! My Queen! Your Highness! Your Majesty!
Oh Regina! Oh God!" As she spiraled into insanity.
The Christmas lights shone her eyes all a glaze,
Her body aching and shaking, as she was lost to the haze.
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The tingle from her fingers to her toes as she began to fly,
Her muscles so heavy as she mounted the sky,
Her breath lost to Jack Frost or goblin of dark,
her ears rang with carols and the sound of a lark.
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And then, she was falling back to earth like a feather,
Soon wrapped in a blanket to protect from the weather.
The shackles and day collar lost in purple smoke,
Her back Regina caressed, her hair she began to stroke.
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Holding her close she kissed her forehead,
And after a pause she quietly said.
"All I want this year, this Christmas is you,
Here in my home with our son Henry too."
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Pink lips smiling, her cheeks all a glow,
The twinkling sparkle eyes of peridot.
The words unsaid hung in the air,
Like paper chains, mistletoe and a sweet Christmas prayer.
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The snow swirled outside framing the windows like lace of white,
The streets stood empty, the moon shining bright.
All of Storybrooke slept awaiting the Christmas cheer,
To celebrate love, family and a wonderful year.
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The tree was covered in decorations and lights,
Presents underneath filled with extraordinary delights.
The food in the fridge, in the cellar the wine,
The table all set, the centerpiece divine.
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The blonde in her bed, her naughty little elf,
Made her feel feelings, in spite of herself.
It wasn't just the season, the magic and joy,
Emma meant more than a Christmas day toy.
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Thick lashes fell closed, eyes too heavy to stay,
The dreams of hope and love pulling her away.
Regina smiled at the blonde, a heartwarming sight,
"Happy Christmas Emma dear, sweet dreams and good night!"
So I guess you weren't expecting a chapter in the form of a poem, well it's Christmas, and at Christmas anything goes
I hope you enjoyed this, I know it's a little different, but I hoped you followed and it made sense
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