#sqchristmas

Eggnog asked by @italymystery-swanqueen

A/N At the beginning of the month I opened my inbox to all Christmas related prompts so I could create a sort of series like I already did during this October and the last one regarding Halloween themed ones. With the month expired this is now closed (But who knows what can happen the next christmas, right? ;)) It has been a pleasure to answer them all and I’m always open to more little prompts! You can find me on my tumblr, reblogging and writing to my little heart’s content and for the lovers of angst like myself don’t fret because I already have new things prepared for our favorite ladies ;)

Happy Holidays to all of you and Happy New year! (2017 We are watching you!)

“Smells good”

Emma’s sleepy voice startled Regina as the blonde’s arms sneaked around the brunette’s midriff; gentle fingers digging at the older woman’s waist as the savior kissed the former queen’s cheek sloppily. The brunette, who hadn’t moved an inch, relaxed against Emma’s chest, a gentle laugh escaping her lips while the eggnog she had been preparing brewed softly in front of the two of them.

“You should already be readying yourself.” The former queen admonished, glancing at the kitchen’s clock ominously before tilting her head enough to kiss the blonde’s cheekbone. Emma hummed once before making a face in distaste, perfectly aware of the late hour. “Emma…” Regina’s voice elicited a sigh from the younger woman as she moved away from the brunette’s back, the loss of contact making the older woman be the one sighing ever so slightly before focusing once again on what she had in front of her.

Every year the two of them had a similar discussion and every year the two of them knew already that Emma wasn’t going to be late and that the blonde really shouldn’t have overslept after the late and somehow quick-made meal of New Year’s Eve that either the blonde or the brunette prepared after an even lazier morning, a morning they normally prepared for only the two of them. Still, Regina always worried about the late hour and Emma always took that nap.

“I know; I shouldn’t have taken the nap.” The blonde finished, sitting at the edge of the counter, her eyes glancing at the food displayed there. “Someone is a little nervous?”

Regina glanced quickly at the blonde before swiping her fingers atop the lid of the pot; the eggnog glinting before readying itself with the aid of the brunette’s magic.

“This is not my first Yule celebration with your parents.” The former queen finally replied, her voice much more high-pitched than usual. “I’m perfectly calm.”

Which she wasn’t but neither Emma nor Regina herself really wanted to go there.

“Sure you are.” The savior answered while holding her hands up in the air, feigning surrender. Huffing, the brunette pointed at the stairs that could be seen through the half-closed kitchen door.

“Go and dress up, miss Swan. Sometimes I wonder if Henry is really the teenager here or not.”

Pouting ever so slightly the younger woman approached the brunette before licking away a drop of eggnog that had jumped out of the pot to the brunette’s cheek. “Tasty…” She whispered before jumping towards the door before Regina could ever try to smack her. “I’m going, I’m going!”

Regina chuckled at the now empty kitchen before turning back to the now in need of cleaning pot.

“You are impossible.” She murmured, a roar of laughter echoing through all the house before Emma’s disembodied voice was heard “I heard that! And I love you too!”

I promised to keep with all of them during December but sadly I don’t have any more of them.

If you want to ask for more Christmas goodness from our favourite ladies my inbox is open!

Regina thinking she'll spend it alone but she finds little surprises all throughout Christmas & on Christmas Day Emma surprises her by showing up and telling her she's not alone. Asked by @stepintomyworld 

[And with this I don’t have any more Christmas prompts left! Feel free to ask for more until the end of the month!]

Regina looked at the small flower that has welcomed her when she had entered the office this morning and smiled despite of what her rational mind thought about the so called presents she had been receiving ever since the beginning of the month.

At first, she reflected while eyeing the petals of what seemed to be a simple violet, it had been things so minute she hadn’t exactly realized that where there; simple notes wishing her a good day, small traits and flowers whenever she perhaps felt tired of the office hours… but with time they had become more elaborated and there wasn’t a day in which she didn’t receive a present or a detail specifically for her waiting at either at the office or at the main door of the mansion.

She, of course, had immediately thought about Henry. The teen had been with Violet quite a lot and she had suspected that he was probably either trying to assuage his guilt or trying to ease her up before asking her for something just slightly out of the ordinary- And being so close to Christmas she suspected it was probably the second option- but after talking about it over breakfast and receiving a small look full of confusion she had decided that the boy wasn’t involved on what was happening at all. That or that he had developed even greater skills at lying and deceiving.

Which had left her back at square one with more small surprises than ever and a smile she couldn’t hold back or hide anymore whenever she saw them. The flower had been perhaps the simplest one in weeks and still, the note that had been attached to it had been what had made impossible for her to look at anything but that ever since.

“You are amazing. Even when you don’t think so. Even when you think you can’t be. You are.”

Which, if Regina thought about it, said already far too much about what this mysterious person knew about her. But a part of her didn’t want to think about it.

Sighing slightly before shaking her head and standing in front of her desk the former queen caressed the flower’s petals one more time before letting the flower float atop the desk’s surface, brown eyes following the movement intently. At her back the cold breeze that had been running over Storybrooke ever since the month had started only seemed stronger against the branches of the trees visible through the office’s windows and the woman shuddered even at the other side of the wall, her eyes never leaving the flower until it touched the wood.

It had been a thought that had entered her mind a few weeks ago while looking at Henry as the boy stammered and blushed while he offered Violet some kind of Christmas candy the girl had been happy to eat. He, suddenly, had felt far too tall for the image she still had of the 10-year-old who thought of magic and powers in black and white, the boy, stubborn but strong, she had loved so much. The boy she still adored but who, perhaps, was starting to get to tall, too old, for the visions she still had of him, of the memories she sometimes clung into whenever magic and power became a storm far too strong inside of her. Whenever the new villain appeared and with it ever trace of normalcy was gone.

So she had been thinking about loneliness for perhaps too much this past month, whenever she drank some of her morning coffee at Granny’s, whenever she felt the silence too deafening, the moments far too slow.

However, she hadn’t shared the feeling with anyone, not wanting to receive a lecture from Snow about happiness and family and all those things she believed in, yes, but not in the same way the Charming duet did. And so the days had passed and the presents had arrived with new notes attached to them. Always in the simplest paper possible with some handwriting she wasn’t able to pinpoint, or perhaps yes, perhaps she could but didn’t want to. Sometimes the notes seemed to burnt into her skin, the truths written there far too real for her liking. Some other times she rejected them, thinking that perhaps she needed to cast a spell and discover who the sender was.

The later idea, as tempting as it was, also didn’t really take root into her brain. There was something in having a secret admirer that the younger woman she had once been felt touched from someplace within her. So she waited and looked at the notes, sometimes scolding at them, some other times treasuring them.

Today, however, she clung to it; something strange seeming to seep out of the note, something that seemed far too close of a promise the brunette didn’t know how to read. Or understand.

It was Christmas Eve after all, she reasoned with herself as she walked towards the window, the air outside so cold her breath seemed to halt for a second at the window’s glass before dissipating once again. And in Christmas Eve everything seemed more ominous than it really was.

Both Henry and herself were expected at the Charming’s household later in the evening with enough presents to raise an army for the young Neal and with enough eggnog already there to, maybe, dissipate the feeling of loneliness away from the time being. Or at least damp it up.

Thing was, she thought as she glanced at the clock that stood at one of the edges of the desk, the sharp clock hands glinting under the studio’s lights, she already felt the feeling devouring her up, spitting her and painting inside her mind pictures of the future in which she would truly be alone. A rather stupid thought, she knew, a debilitating one, but it had always been floating just about her reach inside her mind; the fear of simply being alone, being away from the people she, sometimes reluctantly, had learnt to care about.

Like Snow, or David.

Or Emma.

The note in front of her seemed to scorch her eyes even stronger than before as she thought of the green-eyed blonde, the one she had despised until hate had transformed itself into something she had felt shuddering when the woman had said she saw Regina as a friend, something that had morphed as the blonde kept fighting to reach her even when no one else thought it could be possible, someone that truly trust her no matter which realm, which reality the two of them they were both in.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying and failing to shake her out of her own thoughts, of every single one of them.

However, as the scrabbling on the notes became clear on her mind’s eye and a soft gasp of realization run over her the door of the office opened, the sound of a very particular voice gently seeping in:

“Can I come in?”

And Regina realized that, indeed, she had already let the blonde enter far too long ago to even try to point it out then. Or even care.

“Yes.” She answered, eyes soft and glinting and the note burning away, the ashes floating between her fingers as she stared at the soft, soft and glinting, irises of the younger woman that stared back at her, one single question floating in them, written in ink and paper as much as they didn’t.

“Did you get my notes?”

And the answer could only be one: “Yes.”

Because, in some mysterious way she truly didn’t understood, along the way, between the death traps and the villains and the perils she had fallen in love with the woman that now stood in front of her, blushing and playing with the hem of her shirt, slim fingers playing over the same patch of fabric over and over again.

“I did.”

A/N Just intime for the hours after Christmas Eve! ;) Thank you for the prompt dear, Itwas a delectable one to write!

(I alsowant to say that there is still 6 days left of December and until then I willbe open to Christmas related prompts. This is the last one I had so if anyonewant to ask for any kind of story feel free to do it! ^^)

Reginalooked at the small flower that has welcomed her when she had entered theoffice this morning and smiled despite of what her rational mind thought aboutthe so called presents she had been receiving ever since the beginning of themonth.

At first,she reflected while eyeing the petals of what seemed to be a simple violet, ithad been things so minute she hadn’t exactly realized that where there; simplenotes wishing her a good day, small traits and flowers whenever she perhapsfelt tired of the office hours… but with time they had become more elaboratedand there wasn’t a day in which she didn’t receive a present or a detailspecifically for her waiting at either at the office or at the main door of themansion.

She, ofcourse, had immediately thought about Henry. The teen had been with Violetquite a lot and she had suspected that he was probably either trying to assuagehis guilt or trying to ease her up before asking her for something justslightly out of the ordinary- And being so close to Christmas she suspected itwas probably the second option- but after talking about it over breakfast andreceiving a small look full of confusion she had decided that the boy wasn’tinvolved on what was happening at all. That or that he had developed evengreater skills at lying and deceiving.

Which hadleft her back at square one with more small surprises than ever and a smile shecouldn’t hold back or hide anymore whenever she saw them. The flower had beenperhaps the simplest one in weeks and still, the note that had been attached toit had been what had made impossible for her to look at anything but that eversince.

“You areamazing. Even when you don’t think so. Even when you think you can’t be. Youare.”

Which, ifRegina thought about it, said already far too much about what this mysteriousperson knew about her. But a part of her didn’t want to think about it.

Sighingslightly before shaking her head and standing in front of her desk the formerqueen caressed the flower’s petals one more time before letting the flowerfloat atop the desk’s surface, brown eyes following the movement intently. Ather back the cold breeze that had been running over Storybrooke ever since the monthhad started only seemed stronger against the branches of the trees visiblethrough the office’s windows and the woman shuddered even at the other side ofthe wall, her eyes never leaving the flower until it touched the wood.

It had beena thought that had entered her mind a few weeks ago while looking at Henry asthe boy stammered and blushed while he offered Violet some kind of Christmascandy the girl had been happy to eat. He, suddenly, had felt far too tall forthe image she still had of the 10-year-old who thought of magic and powers inblack and white, the boy, stubborn but strong, she had loved so much. The boyshe still adored but who, perhaps, was starting to get to tall, too old, forthe visions she still had of him, of the memories she sometimes clung intowhenever magic and power became a storm far too strong inside of her. Wheneverthe new villain appeared and with it ever trace of normalcy was gone.

So she hadbeen thinking about loneliness for perhaps too much this past month, whenevershe drank some of her morning coffee at Granny’s, whenever she felt the silencetoo deafening, the moments far too slow.

However, shehadn’t shared the feeling with anyone, not wanting to receive a lecture fromSnow about happiness and family and all those things she believed in, yes, butnot in the same way the Charming duet did. And so the days had passed and thepresents had arrived with new notes attached to them. Always in the simplestpaper possible with some handwriting she wasn’t able to pinpoint, or perhapsyes, perhaps she could but didn’t want to. Sometimes the notes seemed to burntinto her skin, the truths written there far too real for her liking. Some othertimes she rejected them, thinking that perhaps she needed to cast a spell anddiscover who the sender was.

The lateridea, as tempting as it was, also didn’t really take root into her brain. Therewas something in having a secret admirer that the younger woman she had oncebeen felt touched from someplace within her. So she waited and looked at thenotes, sometimes scolding at them, some other times treasuring them.

Today,however, she clung to it; something strange seeming to seep out of the note,something that seemed far too close of a promise the brunette didn’t know howto read. Or understand.

It wasChristmas Eve after all, she reasoned with herself as she walked towards thewindow, the air outside so cold her breath seemed to halt for a second at thewindow’s glass before dissipating once again. And in Christmas Eve everythingseemed more ominous than it really was.

Both Henryand herself were expected at the Charming’s household later in the evening withenough presents to raise an army for the young Neal and with enough eggnogalready there to, maybe, dissipate the feeling of loneliness away from the timebeing. Or at least damp it up.

Thing was,she thought as she glanced at the clock that stood at one of the edges of thedesk, the sharp clock hands glinting under the studio’s lights, she alreadyfelt the feeling devouring her up, spitting her and painting inside her mindpictures of the future in which she would truly be alone. A rather stupidthought, she knew, a debilitating one, but it had always been floating justabout her reach inside her mind; the fear of simply being alone, being awayfrom the people she, sometimes reluctantly, had learnt to care about.

Like Snow,or David.

Or Emma.

The note infront of her seemed to scorch her eyes even stronger than before as she thoughtof the green-eyed blonde, the one she had despised until hate had transformeditself into something she had felt shuddering when the woman had said she sawRegina as a friend, something that had morphed as the blonde kept fighting toreach her even when no one else thought it could be possible, someone thattruly trust her no matter which realm, which reality the two of them they wereboth in.

Taking adeep breath, she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying andfailing to shake her out of her own thoughts, of every single one of them.

However, asthe scrabbling on the notes became clear on her mind’s eye and a soft gasp of realizationrun over her the door of the office opened, the sound of a very particularvoice gently seeping in:

“Can I comein?”

And Reginarealized that, indeed, she had already let the blonde enter far too long ago toeven try to point it out then. Or even care.

“Yes.” Sheanswered, eyes soft and glinting and the note burning away, the ashes floatingbetween her fingers as she stared at the soft, soft and glinting, irises of theyounger woman that stared back at her, one single question floating in them,written in ink and paper as much as they didn’t.

“Did youget my notes?”

And theanswer could only be one: “Yes.”

Because, insome mysterious way she truly didn’t understood, along the way, between thedeath traps and the villains and the perils she had fallen in love with thewoman that now stood in front of her, blushing and playing with the hem of hershirt, slim fingers playing over the same patch of fabric over and over again.

“I did.”

Emma and Regina are leaving to the Charmings and they are supposed to wear the christmas sweaters Snow has made them. Regina doesn’t quite agree: “I’m a Queen and a bit more refined.” By @chocolatemilkqueendom

Thank you for the prompt ;) Hope you like the result!!

Regina glanced at her wristwatch for what felt the umpteenth time in less than five minutes and glared at the stairs as she heard the rustling of two pair of feet running down the upper hallway.

“If I need to apologize to your mother for being late…” She started at the precise moment Emma’s face appeared at the top of the stairs sporting a dazzling smile with Henry in tow.

“We won’t, we won’t.” Emma said as she descended the stairs, her hands caressing Regina’s cheeks before she pecked her lips as Henry, seeming to mutter something that could have been “Moms!” followed her with his hair still humid from the shower.

Regina looked at the two of them before grinning, unable to stay mad at them even though she glanced pointedly at her watch once she replied to the blonde’s kiss with one of her own, her thumb quickly grazing the blonde’s lips in order to erase the trace of red her lipstick had left behind. “Still, I think I told you both more than twenty minutes ago that I wanted you both ready in ten.”

“And since we knew you were telling us that so we weren’t late we did everything in fifteen!” Replied Henry, as he stopped in front of the two of them as tall now as his blonde mother. His hands were trying to smooth the creases at his jeans while he smiled boyishly at Regina.

“Keep speaking like that, young man, and we will be talking about your new video games.”

Henry’s mouth opened in protest but Emma shook her head out of Regina’s peripheral vision making him sigh and nod before he pointed at the black dress the brunette woman wore. “Mom, grandma said that she wanted us to wear her sweaters…”

Regina looked down at herself before glancing back at Henry. The boy was indeed wearing the hideous blue and grey thing Snow had tried to pass as a Christmas gift and Emma had the red nightmare she had tried to smile at the second she had opened the gift at Granny’s dinner on top of one of her skin-tight jeans.

“I think I made perfectly clear what I thought about that sweater.” She replied in a huff. Emma laughed quietly at her side and rose her brows the second Regina looked at her.

“My mother asked it!” The blonde said while at her own sweater. The color was a mix between what could have been considered deep red and salmon and the brunette couldn’t exactly pin point what Snow had tried to symbolize or even do with that one. “You know she did.”

Regina rose one single brow as an answer and shook her head, standing as tall as she was as she looked at both Henry and Emma whose amused -yet exasperated-faces stared back at her. The brunette knew that she was being unreasonable but she pursed her lips into a fine line. “I’m a Queen and a little more refined than a sweater that seems to have been dipped in bleach before being re-painted by a blind fairy.”

The line alone made Henry snort and Emma laugh as she rose her hands, the tingling of her magic ringing on Regina’s ears before she felt the blonde’s power moving around her, the telling signs of a spell dancing atop of her skin a second before the hideous black and white sweater Snow had knitted appeared on top of her dress.

“I know you are.” Said the blonde before kissing Regina’s temple as Henry guffawed. “But my mother is going to really turn all Evil Queen on us if we don’t appear with our sweaters on. And I promised my father that he wasn’t going to suffer alone.”

“Plus, she made a bet with Aunt Zelena!” Added Henry, the teen smirking when Emma shot him a warning look that wasn’t fast enough for Regina to listen to it.

“Emma!”

Traditional wrapping gifts way vs magical way by the lovely @italymystery-swanqueen ;) Thank you so much for the prompt gioia, hope you like the result!

Emma closed the main door, successfully managing to leave the few snowflakes that had started to fall earlier that afternoon outside the warm hall. Smiling to herself while putting the keys back at her back pocket she entered at the living room where both Regina and Henry were already finishing the last touches of the Christmas tree. Ruffling the boy’s hair and kissing the brunette’s cheek she shrugged off the jacket she had been wearing until then, Regina’s soft but pointed clearing of throat making her roll her eyes before leaving it as gently as possible on top of one of the chair’s back before turning towards the almost finished tree, a glint on her green eyes at the sight of it.

It still amazed her, Emma reflected, looking at the warm-colored designs of the decorations that covered the branches from the very top of it to its feet, how at ease things like made her feel. How at home she truly felt. Even if it had already been a year since Regina had posed her the question she herself had been dying to ask and which she had been toying for almost too long to remember it still made her pause whenever she realized that what she was seeing, in fact, was real. And hers.

“We were waiting for you but mom told me that you needed to help grandma with her gifts.” Henry said dutifully, breaking her reverie as he put what was left of the ornaments in a cardboard box.

“Yes, she wants me to help her pick up something to David or something…” Emma replied before shrugging it off, glancing at Regina who was already picking the jacket from the chair’s while staring at her with mirth-filled eyes. “What?” She mouthed, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman. “Speaking of which, I actually wanted to ask you if you could do me a favor.” She said with a sigh. Approaching where the brunette stood she grabbed the jacket from her hands and moved it away, smiling for a moment at Regina’s stare before turning serious; a shy look dancing on her eyes as she did so. “I know I told you that I had the presents finished but there are still Neal’s to wrap and since I will probably be with my mother the whole afternoon I was wondering if you could finish them?”

Waiting for Regina’s answer she almost didn’t hear Henry’s snort behind the two of them but at Regina’s suddenly mortified glance and a second snort the blonde turned and looked at Henry, the boy -now slightly taller than her- smiling slightly at the two of them before he realized he had indeed been heard.

“What I meant was,” Said the teen smiling cheekily at both of his mothers. “Wouldn’t be faster for you to learn how to do them by magic?”

The boy and his relationship with magic had certainly shifted ever since the Queen had been defeated but the question itself made Emma pause before she looked at Regina, half expecting to see in the brunette’s pupils something that answered the boy’s sentence. However, instead of that she saw a blush already dusting the older woman’s cheeks before Regina sighed as deeply as possible, Henry’s snickers ricocheting through the air between them.

“What our son is trying to say,” Regina finally spoke, ironing an invisible wrinkle from Emma’s shoulders, her hands feeling warm against the blonde’s clothed body. “Is that I’m not exactly good at wrapping.”

Emma blinked at the information, her hands closing around Regina’s forearms before turning to look at the boy who merely shrugged once before sitting at the couch, picking up his phone on the way to it.

“But last Christmas…” She started, remembering the party her parents had had in the too far small apartment. It had been a month ever since Regina had blurted out her feelings for Regina and she remembered herself being so wound up she had almost being unable to say anything but “wow” when the beautiful woman had appeared in the front door but the sight of the perfectly wrapped up gifts were still clear enough on her mind’s eye that the idea of them being not traditionally done was simply atrocious.

“Magic.” Regina replied with something close to a huff. “Is not that I’m awful.” She declared, staring pointedly at Henry who arced a brown of his own, a gesture so similar to Regina Emma found herself smiling slightly. “But I don’t have the patience for it… Wait, what are you doing?”

Emma finished writing on her phone before blocking it and placing it atop of the small table near Henry’s feet, a smile already parting her lips. “Telling my mother that she can pick Ashley to go gift-hunting. I’m going to teach you how to wrap!”

                                                      -.-

Half an hour later, a complete set of growls, kisses and two “Moms, that’s gross!” Emma had discovered that what Regina had told her was true: The woman wasn’t a disaster like the blonde herself was in more than a couple of things; She merely wasn’t able to hold her attention long enough in the wrapping. Something so much like the blonde herself that Emma laughed at Regina’s attempts to put the ribbon on one of the last gifts they had needed to wrap before the paper was properly put where it should.

Smiling at Regina and just before whispering a few ideas of how they could use the ribbon once Henry was asleep. “I’m awake and here!” Emma finished the gifts and chuckled, grabbing Regina’s hand and intertwining her fingers with the older woman’s as the brunette whispered of how she really preferred the magical way just fine.

“For what I’m thinking you also prefer to do it in the magical way? Because that would….”

“MOMS!”

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R and E date night to see the display of Christmas lights, drink hot chocolate, and ice skate... but Emma doesn't know how!. Asked by anon

“Ouch, it burns!”

Regina laughed softly as she plucked the to-go Styrofoam cup the two of them had brought at Granny’s out of Emma’s hands, the blonde looking slyly at it.

“Of course it does.” She replied softly, magicking it away. “And of course you needed to take a sip before anything else.”

Emma stuck out her tongue, as Regina turned to walk across the main road of Storybrooke, black boots leaving behind a trail of footsteps where the snow that had been relentlessly falling covered them as quick as she made them with small, slowly melting dots. The blonde chuckled and followed her, sneaking her arms below hers, interlacing her fingers with the ones covered by gloves of the older woman.

Regina huffed but didn’t move away from the contact. Glancing at the blonde’s at her side she chuckled one more time before filling her chest with the crisp winter air, the lights several establishments had put tinting the white snow with their hues, the reflection of greens, reds and the occasional blue glinting as well on Emma’s eyes, just specks Regina leaned closer, if only for a second, before looking away.

The blonde smiled softly at that and released her hold in the brunette, walking side by side but not touching her, hands deeply hidden on her jacket’s pockets as she glanced at the other woman through the corner of her eye, her teeth probing the spot the chocolate had burnt as she walked, as she looked, the figure of the former Queen walking down Storybrooke alongside with her.

Regina felt the eyes of Emma but didn’t say anything about them, her nerves getting the best of her, making her feel far much younger than she truly was. Her hands fell limply at her side as she stopped, turning and looking at the blonde, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed while Emma also stopped in the middle of the road, her own hand outstretched, as if about to take those hands within hers once again.

And they had needed so much time, Regina reflected, the snow covering almost every other sound but her own breathing, they had needed so many pauses and fears that when Emma had asked if she had wanted to have a walk that very same day she hadn’t know what to say, what to expect. Perhaps, she thought as she looked at Emma’s eyes, at the way the blonde looked patiently at her, with just a shadow of a soft smile curving the edges of her lips, she really didn’t need to expect, or to think if there was a good way. With Emma it has never been like that. Not really.

Smiling ever so slightly she took that one final step closer, her breath now mingling with Emma even if the two of them really truly didn’t touch. The blonde’s noise felt frigid up so close and Regina felt the need to kiss it, only to stir up Emma.

“Let me show you a thing we did back in the Enchanted Forest.” She whispered, Emma’s sharp intake of breath curving her own lips upwards.

“Okay.”

And suddenly the two of them were in the middle of Storybrooke’s ice ring with Emma stumbling before effectively grabbing into Regina’s arm.

They had never needed to be perfect, Regina thought, one arm supporting Emma, the other one magicking ice-skates for the two of them. But they had never needed to be where they were. Or who they were.

Ei there anon! Thanks for the prompt! ;) Hope you like the result!

“Ouch, itburns!”

Reginalaughed softly as she plucked the to-go Styrofoam cup the two of them had broughtat Granny’s out of Emma’s hands, the blonde looking slyly at it.

“Of courseit does.” She replied softly, magicking it away. “And of course you needed totake a sip before anything else.”

Emma stuckout her tongue, as Regina turned to walk across the main road of Storybrooke,black boots leaving behind a trail of footsteps where the snow that had been relentlesslyfalling covered them as quick as she made them with small, slowly melting dots.The blonde chuckled and followed her, sneaking her arms below hers, interlacingher fingers with the ones covered by gloves of the older woman.

Reginahuffed but didn’t move away from the contact. Glancing at the blonde’s at herside she chuckled one more time before filling her chest with the crisp winterair, the lights several establishments had put tinting the white snow withtheir hues, the reflection of greens, reds and the occasional blue glinting aswell on Emma’s eyes, just specks Regina leaned closer, if only for a second,before looking away.

The blondesmiled softly at that and released her hold in the brunette, walking side byside but not touching her, hands deeply hidden on her jacket’s pockets as sheglanced at the other woman through the corner of her eye, her teeth probing thespot the chocolate had burnt as she walked, as she looked, the figure of theformer Queen walking down Storybrooke alongside with her.

Regina feltthe eyes of Emma but didn’t say anything about them, her nerves getting thebest of her, making her feel far much younger than she truly was. Her handsfell limply at her side as she stopped, turning and looking at the blonde, herlips pursed and eyes narrowed while Emma also stopped in the middle of theroad, her own hand outstretched, as if about to take those hands within hersonce again.

And theyhad needed so much time, Regina reflected, the snow covering almost every othersound but her own breathing, they had needed so many pauses and fears that whenEmma had asked if she had wanted to have a walk that very same day she hadn’tknow what to say, what to expect. Perhaps, she thought as she looked at Emma’seyes, at the way the blonde looked patiently at her, with just a shadow of asoft smile curving the edges of her lips, she really didn’t need to expect, orto think if there was a good way. With Emma it has never been like that. Notreally.

Smilingever so slightly she took that one final step closer, her breath now minglingwith Emma even if the two of them really truly didn’t touch. The blonde’s noisefelt frigid up so close and Regina felt the need to kiss it, only to stir upEmma.

“Let meshow you a thing we did back in the Enchanted Forest.” She whispered, Emma’ssharp intake of breath curving her own lips upwards.

“Okay.”

And suddenlythe two of them were in the middle of Storybrooke’s ice ring with Emmastumbling before effectively grabbing into Regina’s arm.

They hadnever needed to be perfect, Regina thought, one arm supporting Emma, the otherone magicking ice-skates for the two of them. But they had never needed to bewhere they were. Or who they were.

And that,she found while laughing as Emma proved to be completely unable to supportherself in the skates, was what truly mattered.

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