I FORGOT TO UPDATE THIS. I updated the ao3 version and forgot to this one. This story just keeps gets gayer and longer. Enjoy happy 2020

"You didn't have to get me anything. Either of you. Especially anything big." Constance said eventually, glancing at the pile of gifts. "I mean… thank you. But the secret Santa was more than sufficient? There was no need to be extravagant on my behalf."

"We haven't been. Well Miss Cackle and I haven't at least. I can't vouch for Davina or the girls." Imogen insisted.

"And I know we didn't have to, we wanted too. Just like they don't have to be a Christmas or Yule presents if you don't want them to be. They can be early birthday presents? Or 'Just Because' presents? Or mine can just be a present from your non-witch girlfriend. That you just happen to open late December."

Constance tensed, wrestling with her feelings on the matter.

"I can put the one from me back upstairs if you like?" Imogen asked, trying to ease some of the pressure. "If you'd rather not open it in front of the others?"

"Oh...why is it the sort I shouldn't open in fount of the others?" Constance asked. She even raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly. "I thought you learnt that lesson after the first secret Santa."

"Hey!" Imogen stared and spluttered. "you know, I spent a month wondering if you were just biding you time before doing something as payback! and far longer with Miss Bat pestering me what I got you. No fear, there's no chance of making that mistake twice."

"Even if they did come in useful once we got together?" Constance chuckled.

"Even then!" Imogen said and blushed, feeling even her ears (her real ones not the fake elf ones) go as red as HB's lipstick. "I just mean if you'd rather the present giving be a private thing! But otherwise. It is safe to open in fount of the others."

"Shame."

"Stop it."

"Shan't. You never do. What so ever is in that box then," Constance said. She pressed a kiss to her cheek, giving Imogen's knee a squeeze as she leaned over, continuing with a knowing smirk.

"if it's safe to give in the staffroom, I take it isn't whatever that red and black number that's been poking out the top of your knicker drawer for the last few nights is?"

"What?! Oh you Cheat!"

Imogen pounced on her lap and pinning Constance to the back of the chair. "You have been peeking!"

Constance laughed. And it was such a welcome sound Imogen had trouble fighting her own grin. She opted for Stealing little kisses instead. Constance retaliated by slipping her hands to Imogen's waist and Pulling her close. It might have been sweet if Constance hadn't been All wicked and purring.

"No no, not peeking." She said, her tone saucier and shifted to as lean more into Imogen's space. "You're are bad at hiding things my sweet. Or putting them back neatly. Which means,-" (a kiss behind her ear made Imogen suddenly parched.) "You've been trying whatever 'it' is on to make sure it fits just the way you want it to."

"Maybe, maybe not." Imogen huffed flippantly, "You are defiantly on the naughty list for that."

"Aren't all wicked witches on the naughty list anyway? Or does my skint as fairy godmother redeem me? Which list do I have to be on to get you in for my present?"

It was very hard to formulate an answer with Constance's hands on her felt tunic. Especially in a sly cup of her breast as she stroked a hand down Imogen's front.

"Who says you're getting that as a present?" Imogen said out trying not to let her voice hitch. "Maybe for being nosey you won't get anything."

"And yet you're in my lap." Constance pointed out. "Am I wrong? Because It's something which I've been very, Very patiently waiting to see."

"Why didn't you just ask then? If I'd known you'd knew about it I wouldn't have tried saving it as a surprise!" Imogen complained as Constance started kissing her neck again. "Ah~! Oh! oh alright I'll talk. I MIGHT have gotten you more than one present, honey. Though I suppose that one's for both of us really."

Constance grinned, victorious and cat like. "What is it?"

"You'll find out Christmas eve." Imogen lied, knowing full well she'd be wearing it tonight if Constance was in the right mood. "You can wait a few more nights, can't you?"

Constance made an exasperated noise almost like Growl, squeezing Imogen's backside.

"What is it? Tell me, is it a set?" she pestered, tickle and squeezing and pinching her for information almost greedily Kissing her face, her neck. Imogen couldn't tell if the witch was still playing or now genuinely frustrated. "or just one item? is it silk? Sheer? All lace? Is it frilly or sleek? What does it hide, my pretty? Can I kiss you through it or do I have to unwrap you first-? "

"I'm not telling you. No, you'll have to be a good girl and wait and see!" Imogen laughed melting into the kisses and Batted away ever question.

Constance pouted. Defiantly not just playing any more, Imogen thought. Constance was using every one of her little tricks and asked again and again trying to work Imogen up into confessing. Right down to the rolling of her R's.

"Really? Can you wait that long too, I'm not sure you can." she whispered in Imogen's ear and Brushed her lips along her neck.

"I've waited so far what's another few nights." Imogen replied, trying not to shiver.

"Not even if I admit having something similarly frivolous of my own stashed away for you to see? Would you tell me then?"

Imogen drew back sharply in surprise, registering her words. "Wait what?!"

"What? Oh! Drat i-!" Suddenly it was Constance flushing bright pink, realising what she'd let slip.

Imogen blinked. Then finally figured out how to say: "h-Have you?"

"Er- perhaps. Perhaps not. I'm not telling if you aren't so there." Constance said, trying to be flippant. But her cheeks turned from Pink to red and slight tremor in her voice . certainly not quite matching her attempt at being seductive she was going for. but by hell it worked.

"Don't you tease me like that Hardbroom." Imogen Warned dangerously. Her own fingers twitching gripped on Constance's collar. Constance's mouth opened and closed a couple of time but made no words. Her eyes flicked from Imogen's mouth then back up to her eyes. " I said, have you?"

Constance squirmed a little swallowed what might have been a whine. But got over her embarrassment enough to say:

"yes."

Imogen gasped and by the collar pulled HB into a snog that really wasn't appropriate for the staffroom. Constance deputy head or not, gave just a good back.

Then scowled.

"It was to be a surprise!" she complained, breaking the kiss. "A-a proper one! Not like your badly concealed - Ooh~!"

Imogen had moved on to kissing her neck, slow and loving, with nip where her jawline met her ear lobe. It always took Constance almost a full thirty seconds to come back to what she was saying after that move.

"Ah I hope you like them," Constance said as soon as she could, voice low whispering again, as if she'd scandalized herself. "I never brought undergarments with the view of someone else seeing them. It seemed so odd The- the vanity involved!"

"what is it? Are you wearing it now?" Imogen asked.

"you'll have to wait and see won't you?" Constance quipped, turning Imogen's own phase against her. If Constance hadn't been wearing them under her dress, there was a high possibility with magic she was now. "And it looks nice with those stockings you quite enjoy too, if I do say so myself."

"Oh." Was all Imogen could say, her toes curling inside her elf shoes. She moved Clambering over the cusions to straddle her girlfriend's lap, Constance's hands audibly at her hips. "Right. well clearly those have to be early Christmas presents to each other because there's no way I'm waiting another night now!"

"Good girl." HB said. And kissed her. Boldly. and a little dirty for the setting.

Leggings were fine. Imogen Hazily thought as one of Constance's hands trailed over the little shorts and over her stripey legs, Nails lightly tracing nonsense patterns along the way. But tights. she have to invest in more tights.

Constance's hair came loose, with all Imogen's stroking and tugging on it, Giving all she could to the witch within reason. The costume felt too tight and to warm especially as Constance bowed up underneath her sighing. Hands soothing and teasing, lips and tongue.

And just as it was getting good so good there, there there-

There came a timid little knock on the staffroom door.

Both jumped. Imogen stifled a "Bother!" into Constance neck, accidently nipping the skin. They tumbled off each other in their bid to get up and look presentable and not at all like they'd just been involved in a making out in the staffroom session.

"Pretend we're not in?" Imogen tried. She'd pulled down her scooched up tunic back down and was trying to flatten down her hair. No real need too, however. One spell tidied up Imogen's appearance, then flicked another spell to hide anything untoward for the second time that night. Judging by the tingling around her throat, Constance had marked her with just more than a bit of lipstick. And in a way that wouldn't have been hidden behind as a black dress like Constance's who was fixing her collar where Imogen had undone it!

The knock unfortunately came again. Sort of. It was a second more firmer knock, higher up the door, accompanied with a muffled "Miss Hardbroom?"

"One moment!" Constance snapped. Although it sounded more like a squawk.

"I hope it's nothing serious." She scowled whipping her lopsided do back up into its tight constraints "Or Mildred Hubble."

Imogen agreed, risked a peck at Constance's lips, equally frustrated and wanting to get right back to proper kissing but feared the moment might have passed.

"At least the door wasn't open, or they didn't burst in." Imogen pointed out, as HB strode off and opened the door. "Again."

Thank fully it wasn't any serious. It was Mildred Hubble yes. But it was a Mildred Hubble just accompanying a very shy first year with overdue homework for Lavina. And several questions about she should have maybe asked HB in or after class. It only took A few minutes if that. But still, it was something that could have waited till tomorrow.

Or when Imogen stay out of sight, rather than pretend that they hadn't been interrupted. She busied herself making a fresh pot of tea. after what felt too long, the students left with good wishes for the season and Constance was able slip out of teacher mode again. She shut the door and leant against the frame with a sigh, her forehead against the wood. And stayed there.

"Hey?" Imogen frowned. Constance was clearly fed up with the day, but it wasn't like her to completely disassociate with her surroundings. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh...perfectly." Constance turned around. She was scowling but looking up she softened just a little. With another sigh and a shake of her head she allowed her hair to come loose again, partly pinned up off her face. That done she again leant back against the door, massaging her face with her hand "Yes. Fine."

"Constance, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just- I don't suppose we can skip dinner, could we?" Constance asked weakly. Opening her eyes again she explained. "I just don't think I can force any more yuletide cheer."

"Not on your life." Imogen said, setting down their tea in front of the fire before wrapping the witch up in a stiff but well received hug.

"Sorry. I know you're worn out. But Maria will be joining us, and she'll think we're being rude about her cooking if we do straight up avoid it. And you need something to eat. You've been on your feet all day."

Constance made a noise of mild irritation despite the soothing circles of Imogen's hands. Imogen held her a moment longer. Then pulled back to look the witch in the eye and a kiss on a grumpy cheek. "I am so proud of you though. You don't have to force anything, it's just us. just dinner, just the seven of us. and you can go once that's over with, you don't have to stay for pudding, and we'll sit the other end of the table to him. And we've still some peace and quiet time before they get here. Come and drink your tea."

Constance made that same noise as Imogen sat back down. this time on the sofa and added over her shoulder, "And don't try and tempt me to bunk off. I really love that dress but now I can't wait to see it off."

Constance involuntary let out squeak and seemed to buckle against the door for a second, knees going just a tiny bit to jelly at that remark. Before snapping back to her full height, standing up straight as she could.

"Everything alright there?" Imogen asked innocently as Constance took a deep forced breath and then another.

"Perfectly!" Constance scowled sitting down and snatching up her tea. It did little to hide her very flushed cheeks. Nor did Imogen's grin and a waggle of eyebrows. "stop it. I mean it Miss Drill. Get your mind out the gutter."

"what and leave yours there alone?" she quipped back. "Perhaps though Miss Hardbroom. Whatever you're thinking, the thought alone might get you through a dinner with Heliboring?"

Constance snorted. "I don't think my imagination can manage that, Imogen. For the good of the school is why he's invited after all."

Her face became sullen again though. Imogen sighed and reached out taking the witches hand. "okay. But seriously if company at dinner is awful take a break and come back when you feel like it. stay long enough to show your face and get a bite to eat. And if it gets too much leave."

"Ms Tapioca-!" Constance started. Imogen gave her hand a squeeze.

And said, "She'll understand. And Amelia. Then you can relax. I'll come find you later once the girls are sorted and we can just get an early night. Or a bath and bed. And a back rub if you like."

"I do. That is defiantly bribery offering a back rub."

"Is it working?"

"Hmm."

They sat in silence a moment or two, cups in hand and other hand in other hand, fingers interlocked, tracing circles with thumbs.

Constance said raised an eyebrow. "and if I'd rather continue what we were doing before Mildred interpreted us? Rather than an early night?"

Imogen raised an eyebrow back. "well then we'll pick off where we left off and then some."

"By some my dear I do hope you mean the bath and back rub."

"Of course! And if you're up for it, I believe we did already have discussion lots of lace –?"

"Aha so it is lace!"

"Dammit. Yes, its lace and you had something that went very well with your stockings I was looking forward to seeing. So, dinner then a very very late night…" Imogen trailed off. It struck her here they were drinking their tea as if they'd been discussing the weather not a steamy night of passion. "but it's what ever you want, and how you feel."

The witch paused. At some point she'd moved her hand up to Imogen's wrist. You could see her thinking. after moment and a little look asked "…Promise?"

"Yes. You'll be up against the bedroom door as soon as we can both get away." Imogen promised with a grin. A grin that that got even more delighted as Constance blushing bright red and tittered actually tittered at the scandalised words.

"Hey, would you like your present now?"

Constance perked up instantly. "Oh? so we are skipping dinner?"

"No, this present." Imogen laughed, getting up and retrieving the wrapped-up shoe box, the largest parcel from the small pile under the tree…