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