prompt: Graham sings a Christmas song to Emma
prompted by: skagengiirl
None of y'all understand how silly I had to make my muse for this.
Emma is walking down Main Street, Graham's hand in hers. They're on their way to Granny's Christmas party, headed straight there from locking up the station.
"It might be a little late for me to be asking this, since it's on Sunday and all," Emma says, "But I'm a little desperate. What do you want for Christmas?"
"Hmmm…" her boyfriend sounds thoughtful. Then his face lights up in that grin he gets when he's scheming and she knows she's in trouble.
"I don't want a lot for Christmas," he starts.
"Okay, but what do you want?" Emma rolls her eyes.
"There is just one thing I need," he dodges the question; something sounds oddly familiar.
"Well what is it?" Emma asks.
"I don't care about the presents," he shakes his head, "Underneath the Christmas tree."
"Graham, don't you dare," she warns, realizing why his words sound so familiar when there's a hint of music in his voice.
He pulls her over to the edge of the sidewalk, holding her in his arms.
"I just want you for my own, more than you will ever know," he sings, softly, punctuating his song with kisses to her cheeks and nose – she is so glad there's no one else in the streets to overhear – "Make my wish come true," he kisses her lips gently, "All I want for Christmas is you."
"You are such a dork," Emma says, wriggling out of his grasp and punching him softly in the arm. She starts back down the street towards the diner.
"You know you love it," he smiles, taking her hand again.
"No singing to me in public anymore, Sheriff," Emma says, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"In private's good, though, right?" he gets that pleading puppy look of his in his eyes and dammit she can't say no to that face, can she?
"Fine, whatever. You can sing to me in private whenever you want. But that means just the two of us. No Henry around, no Mary Margaret. No one. Just us."
He shifts positions, so that she can't lean on his shoulder, and nuzzles her affectionately for a moment.
"It's true though, baby," he whispers in her ear, earning a scowl at the endearment, "All I want for Christmas is you."