Rumple and Regina wait for Santa Clause.
Enchanted Forest. Evil Queen era.
"He's not coming." The Evil Queen leaned her head back, tearing her eyes away from the fireplace that was currently not lit due to the fact that she and her mentor were currently awaiting a jolly good fellow. "What time is it?"
"Late." Rumple stated, lips pursed as he kept his eyes trained on the fireplace.
"Did they say he has a sleigh?" She laid her head down against the bearskin rug, eyes drinking in the vision beside of her. Rumplestiltskin was laying with her, bare from the waist up, and shining in the candlelight as if he were made of pure gold. "Hmm?" Reaching out, she placed a hand along his back, nails scratching their way to the waistband of his leather pants.
"Yes. With reindeer." Sighing, he turned his face in her direction, brow cocked as he watched a devilish expression play on her features. "Regina, we must concentrate. We will miss him if we don't."
"I hate concentrating.." Playfully, she lifted her leg and placed it over his, leaning into him so that her teeth could grip the skin of his bicep just enough to cause a tiny ounce of pressure. They had spent most of the day rolling around on the rug together, in a fit full of bliss and pleasure. Not without pain, of course, they could never forget the pain as it was so deliciously needed. "...why are you so set on seeing this jolly Saint Nicholas?"
"I have my reasons." Turning his attention back to the fireplace he noticed ten decorated boxes nearest the tree and then the boisterous chuckle that sounded outside, above the castle. "Really? Ridiculous." With the flick of his wrist a jolly good fellow appeared before them, tied to a chair that was decorated in candy. "Why do you give me coal?"
The poor guy looked around the room and sighed when he realized the two had been drinking. Empty bottles were scattered around in places that bottles just shouldn't be left for the fear of being stepped upon or shattering. Why hadn't he skipped this place tonight? "I give you coal because you are on the naughty list."
"Regina has covered the naughty bit. Now; why do you give me coal?" Pushing himself onto his feet, the imp crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And why didn't you give me gifts when I was a child? I had no father. No money. I could have used some joy."
"You're...over three hundred years old, Rumplestiltskin."
"And you are well over that, Nicholas. Now...why...did you not give me presents when I was a young boy?"
The Queen sighed and rolled over onto her back, glancing up at the arches of the ceiling. Sadly; she did not care for such questions nor did she mind getting coal as that was used in many many things and whatever else she wanted, she could just get on her own. Then again; so could Rumplestiltskin. "Why does it matter?"
"The principle of it all." He stated, not even looking in her direction. "Well? Or shall I send you some place where Christmas never comes?"
"Like that Halloween all the time place?"
"Precisely."
When the jolly man refused to answer, Rumplestiltskin did exactly as he had said he would. He sent him some place he would never have to worry about running into the imp again. "Who will be Santa now?"
"You could be. The Imp who stole Christmas."
They both burst into a fit of giggles fueled by booze and decided to head up onto that sleigh of his and deliver the gifts themselves. Even if they hadn't accounted for it being harder than it looked.