Author's Note:

So as I was writing the first two chapters, this scene kept playing in my head.

I couldn't decide if I should add it as chapter 3 or let the story end at chapter 2

so I considered the next best thing- include it as a special bonus chapter.

This part is dedicated to all of the SwanThief/SwanFire fans

who have remained true to Emma and Neal. And who still believe.

We got royally screwed on the show and I'm sure many of us

still have a soft spot for this couple who are

and should have been each other's true love.

It doesn't get more poetic than Neal being the reason for the curse

and Emma being the one to break the curse. I mean, seriously how romantic

can you get?!

We may never get them on screen but at least the fans

can keep them alive forever.

Merry Christmas SwanThief Shippers!

Warning, you are about to enter something hotter

than their Christmas cabin fire!

Bonus Chapter. First True Christmas

Emma smiled and took another sip. Neal laughed slightly.

"What?"

Neal ran his left index finger across a whipped cream mustache that had formed on her lips.

Emma laughed at it as well but instead of letting Neal wipe it on his jeans or licking his fingers she held his hand and leaned down, being the one to lick his sticky fingers instead.

They put their cups of hot chocolate on a nearby table.

With his right hand Neal cupped the left side of Emma's face. She looked up at him and him down at her, their gazes more intense than either of them had ever experienced. Emma tiptoed to reach him and Neal leaned down to reach her, the both of them drifting toward each other as if by some kind of force, their lips coming together in perfect harmony.

They had slept together before but this time was different. It was almost as if the magic of the night, the magic that was Christmas Eve was taking over which to Neal made no sense since magic was not supposed to exist in this world.

Still neither of them could deny the way they floated. Neal moved back a strand of Emma's hair after Emma had released the hand she was kissing. He made her way to the shoulder of her forest green plaid blouse, finding it cute that Emma seemed to have a thing for plaid shirts, lowered the shoulder and remained on touching her skin before he moved his hands to the buttons that ran in front.

Emma continued to let Neal undress her, taking his time, and then after a moment when she stood in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties Emma moved closer to Neal, ran her hands down his chest and stomach and stopped at the hem of his shirt where she then removed it over his head. He wasn't the most buff type of guy with eight pack abs that looked to come from a catalog but he did have the physique of a boxer and his muscles showed that even though he probably wasn't one. Emma let her hands linger on his chest as she worked her lips along his neck and upper arms.

She could feel that Neal was doing the same thing to her. In her short years of being with a man, none of them had been able to make her feel the way Neal did. Her body tingled, almost as if every pore was alive. It was a magical feeling and Emma didn't believe in magic, she didn't believe in anything but how else could one describe the fact that it felt as if he were reaching inside her soul and they hadn't even gotten to the part where he really made his way inside her?

Emma kept her right hand around Neal's neck and moved her left hand down into his pants. She could feel him, his body throbbing with each movement of her touch. She could feel his eyes on her and so Emma chose to look up at him. They were both satisfied. Emma brought her hand back up and began messing with the button and zipper on his jeans.

Soon they both stood in their underclothes. Neal was the first to remove his boxers and Emma liked what she saw, His lower body was all ready up and he pulled Emma in closer, his lower body danced around her legs and the lacy black material that separated them. Her panties were soaked through but Neal lingered, he ran his right hand over the top part of the lace and then placed his hand inside.

Emma allowed Neal to feel every part of her. Having his hand where it was, she could feel her body increase in wetness as he touched her and toyed with the pleasure spot. Neither of them being able to stand the wetness that was stalled by the lacy panties, Neal used his hands to bring them down her legs, some of the fluid dripping as he did so.

Neal came up to Emma, looked at her once more and took her back in his left hand, the two of them lowering themselves to the soft fake furry carpet in front of the Christmas tree.

Neal looked down at Emma from his position above. How had he gotten so lucky and not just tonight but in finding Emma in general? He'd had relationships before but none could compare to her.

Emma looked up at Neal and thought the same thing. Never in her life had she come to depend on anyone, had she loved anyone and though she and Neal hadn't officially said it to each other, she did love him and she could tell in his eyes that he loved her too.

The two smiled at each other. Neal leaned in closer, their bodies closer than any two could be. They kissed with a slow passion, the wetness continuing between their legs. Neal gently moved inside her. They had been forceful before but tonight wasn't that kind of night. He wanted to truly experience her to feel every inch.

And as he made his way inside the lights around them on the Christmas tree, and even the ones outside, flickered. This hadn't been the first time it happened. Their first time together the lights in the hotel had flickered as well and at the time those hadn't even been on.

"Did you think to check the bulbs," Emma teased.

"Old cabin," Neal said during his panting, "Faulty wiring."

Emma laughed. Sure it was. What was Christmas without a shortage or two?

No matter. The couple continued on well into the night. Sometimes the lights remained on and other times they flickered, usually it seemed when Neal had reached a sweet spot or when Emma had experienced orgasm but neither of them paid the lights that much mind as all they focused on was each other.

It was beyond a doubt the first true Christmas either of them had ever had.