I re-wrote Merry Chrsitmas Exotica to a more accessible context: two women. I’m certain there is more I could do to better this piece. Thoughts?:
Tara sighed against the back of Emily’s neck. Her arms were wrapped around her beloved woman’s form, and she held her a bit closer as she thought about what special night this was.
“What’s on your mind?” Emily called softly.
“You,” Tara murmured. “And tomorrow.”
“Oh? Just ‘oh’?” Tara gave a soft chuckle.
Emily shrugged. “I suppose I never was one for Christmas.”
“But this Christmas is our first one together. No fights, no solemnity, no disappointments.”
Emily just shrugged again. “I don’t like getting my hopes up, Tara. You know that.”
Tara smiled. “Fine then, don’t get your hopes up.”
Emily sighed and turned to face her. “Every single Christmas has been the same as the last. I get my hopes up and somehow, and someone destroys it. From losing my parents, to losing my home, to losing my boyfriend.”
Tara smirked. “Who needs boys?”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Not my point.”
Tara grinned. “Just close your eyes, dear. You’ll have a better attitude tomorrow.”
Emily snorted, but did as she was told, curling into her girlfriend [I need a synonym, here]. She didn’t take too long to fall asleep, making it nice and easy for Tara to prepare a bit of magic for the next morning.
Emily rolled out of bed a little after the sun rose. Why had she slept so late? She tried to shake off her sleepiness as she stumbled out of the bedroom, her eyes resting upon quite the unfamiliar sight in the living room.
Was that . . . a tree? Her eyes grew wide as she looked around at all the holiday decorations that were not in there yesterday. The tree was fully decorated with tinsel, ornaments, and a star at the top. There was even a little train running beneath it along-side presents all wrapped up in bright, cheery wrapping paper with big ol’ bows. It was . . . beautiful.
“Good morning.” Tara’s cheery voice snapped Emily from her trance, and she spun around to see her girlfriend calmly sipping her tea.
“What is all this?” she asked instead of returning the greeting. Tara chuckled.
“Your Christmas,” she said simply.
“You didn’t have to do all this…”
“Nope, I didn’t. I wanted to.” Tara came over to place her mug on the coffee table. “And you haven’t even seen the best part, yet.”
Emily raised an eyebrow, but followed Tara to the tree. Tara took Emily’s hand and sat her down beside her. She pulled the smallest, unwrapped box out from the collection of presents and opened it. Emily could barely breathe. Inside the box was one of the most beautiful rings she had ever seen! A collection of diamonds encircling the band and meeting at the one, slightly-bigger pearl.
“Will you marry me?”
Emily’s eyes welled up, and before she knew it, she had toppled Tara over for a kiss or two. The two lovers gave in to giggles soon enough.
“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!”
Tara sat up a bit, grabbing the ring to slip it on Emily’s finger.
“Merry Christmas, Emily.”