A Touch of Christmas Magic

by Cailee Francis

  “That’ll be my parents going out. It was their idea, not mine,” she said, blushing slightly.

  “That’s alright,” Emily replied, giving her a soft smile. ”It’ll be good to have some privacy with you.”

  Danica nodded. “It will.”

  Immediately butterflies rose in her stomach, and she tried not to worry whether things would go wrong. Things would be as they would be, but she had to keep telling herself that for the butterflies to listen.

  “I think I’d like to watch one of these,” Danica said, picking out two movies from the pile. One was a new release superhero film with a lot of big names. The other was a classic Christmas movie that her family watched almost every year.

  “It’s early enough we could watch both if you want to?” Emily suggested, as she relaxed comfortably beside Danica.

  Danica nodded. “I’d like that.”

  “I don’t have to be anywhere else,” Emily replied, smiling.

  “You know I’m not going anywhere.”

  “How about this one first?” Emily suggested, picking the superhero film. “I’ve been meaning to watch it again.”

  “Sure, that’s a good choice,” Danica said. She’d seen it herself at the movies when it first came out.

  Emily got up and put the DVD in, and found the remote controls for the TV and DVD player.

  Danica pulled out the nachos for snacking, and Emily climbed back onto the bed beside her and cuddled in.

  Danica wanted her close like this, but for so long she’d become used to being apart. Now she wondered if it was wise to become closer when Emily was going to leave again soon. The truth was she wanted it; she was just afraid of being hurt again. She felt like she should talk to Emily about it, but it wasn’t that easy.

  “I’ve really missed this,” Emily said as the movie was starting. “I’ve missed being close to you, Danica.”

  “You know I want to be, but please don’t…” Danica said. “Unless you mean it. It’s not fair of me to ask you to stay here, but last time was hard for me.”

  She was still dealing with the hurt almost two years later, though she found it easier than she once had. She wanted Emily in her life, but didn’t want to be hurt again.

  “Of course I mean it,” Emily said. “You know me, Danica. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

  “I know,” Danica replied. “Just be here with me,” she said and Emily nodded.

  She wondered how Emily had interpreted her words, and she assumed Emily meant staying with her there in the room, not in town after Christmas.

  Danica relaxed more as they watched the movie, eating the nachos Emily had brought with her. She’d definitely have to check out that restaurant sometime. The movie was good, but the company was better. They hadn’t touched the alcohol yet, but the night was young.

  At a point not that far into the movie, Danica took Emily’s hand. Danica found her touch gentle and comfortable, close and comforting. Their eyes met, and after sharing a smile, tears formed in Danica’s eyes. The same sadness became reflected in Emily’s, who touched a hand to her cheek.

  “I am so sorry,” Emily said, studying her face and the look in Danica’s eyes.

  “Don’t be,” Danica said. ”You were living your life out there.”

  “You are my life,” Emily replied.

  Danica’s heart opened with joy, but there was so much she didn’t understand. The future—she couldn’t even begin to work out how that would go. There was only now. She felt Emily’s warm breath against her face, and she pressed forward, kissing her with need, and passion, and so much love.

  It was bittersweet yet wonderful; they’d loved and lost, and found each other again. Danica hoped so; she wanted Emily back in her life as her partner, more than anything.

  Emily’s warm kisses tempted her, and showed Danica how much Emily desired her.

  Danica thought she felt something else beyond her passion—compassion or an apology for what had happened before. She pulled Emily closer, indulging in her kisses, holding Emily in her arms as she’d longed to do for so long. It was the most perfect moment she could’ve imagined—even better than her daydreams.

  “I need you,” she whispered between heated kisses.

  “You have me,” Emily replied.

  The women held each other as though they’d found a lifeline in a world that wanted to pull them apart, and likely would given half a chance.

  Danica had missed this for years—Emily’s warmth, her closeness and touch, and everything else about her. She couldn’t help the way her every sense was filling with Emily’s presence. It felt as though so many things in her life were being made right. Her Christmas wish had come true early.

  Thank you, Santa.

  “This has been the most perfect day,” Danica said.

  Emily nodded. “Yes it has.”

  Her fingers slipped through Danica’s long hair, tangling among the silken strands, and tugging gently as her kisses became more urgent.

  Danica held her, groaning against her lips. She couldn’t help but smile. “Gently,” she urged, as her lips strayed to Emily’s neck. “And be careful of my ribs. They’re still healing.”

  “I will,” Emily promised her, smiling back.

  There was something about it that made Danica nervous, yet turned her on at the same time.

  Emily’s eyes sparkled mischievously as her hand slid along Danica’s bare thigh and beneath her velvet skirt. It was mid-thigh length and loose enough to pose little hindrance. Danica only realised that at the touch of Emily’s hand. She’d been wearing a lot of skirts lately, but it was out of necessity.

  Danica’s top was long-sleeved and grey, with Christmas designs like candy canes and holly forming a small, delicate pattern. Her mind wasn’t on her top, though; it was on Emily, as she pushed Danica’s skirt up past her thighs and climbed closer on the bed.

  “You’re such a tease,” Danica whispered, and was surprised by the way Emily looked at her.

  “It’s only teasing if you don’t follow through,” she said.

  Her grin said it all.

  Emily leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the front of Danica’s panties.

  She drew in a gasp, surprised at how good it felt and how sensitive she was through the cotton fabric.

  “Do you want me to lock your door?” Emily asked, clearly loving her reaction.

  “What? Oh, the bedroom door,” she laughed nervously. “Yes, I think so.”

  “What did you think I meant?” Emily asked her, clearly enjoying herself.

  “I have no idea,” Danica replied.

  Danica watched as Emily got up off the bed and padded across the room to the door. It only took her a moment to turn the lock.

  When she returned, Emily immediately grasped Danica’s top and helped her out of it. Beneath it she wore a simple yellow lace bra and her ribs were bandaged from the accident.

  “You weren’t expecting to get laid tonight, were you?” Emily asked, giggling.

  “Shut up, you bitch,” Danica replied, laughing back. “I wasn’t thinking that far ahead. I just knew I wanted to be with you.”

  “I want that too,” Emily replied, as she studied the woman she loved.

  Leaning forward, Emily touched her lips to Danica’s own, and reached around her back to free her of the bra.

  Danica held Emily close, kissing her and marvelling at the way she felt. She stroked her hands down her lover’s back—she wasn’t an ex anymore!—and dug her nails in just enough to get Emily’s attention.

  Danica’s bra came away easily, exposing her softly-rounded breasts.

  Emily caressed them, and then leaned in to kiss and lick her way over Danica’s left nipple, and then her right.

  Danica gasped in pleasure as she enjoyed Emily’s attention, but she wasn’t content to keep her hands to herself.

  Emily was wearing jeans, for the moment, at least.

  Danica unbuttoned them, pulling down the zip, and tugging them over
her hips. She removed Emily’s cardigan moments later, casting it off the side of the bed.

  Meanwhile, their movie played unwatched in the background; there was music and fighting on-screen, but neither of them noticed it.

  Danica felt Emily reach for her panties and begin to rub them, and she decided that when they came off, Emily’s would too.

  That’s exactly what happened next, but no sooner had Emily pushed Danica’s panties past her thighs, her fingers slid inside her, buried deep in her sex.

  Emily left her skirt on for some reason; Danica didn’t know why, unless she just hadn’t got to it yet. She pressed Danica back against the bed, carefully but not all that gently, and Danica moaned when she felt the touch of Emily’s mouth, and she began to lick her.

  “Shhhh,” Emily hushed her, though she knew they were alone in the house at the time. She began to move her fingers within Danica, gently at first, but soon their thrusts became firmer and more deliberate.

  Danica felt Emily’s warm tongue flicking against her, as her body surged with pleasure. She hadn’t felt like this in almost two years, but that was so long ago she’d forgotten what it felt like. Now she knew.

  “Ohh fuck, Emily,” she whimpered, as her breathing came faster.

  It felt so good, the way her fingers pushed inside her, and every gentle lick and teasing motion of her tongue that made Danica’s back arch against the bed.

  Emily grasped Danica’s breast, handling it roughly, as she continued to finger fuck her lover.

  “I’ve been craving you like this for so long,” Emily murmured.

  “Me too,” Danica moaned, barely holding back the pleasure that brought her closer to her orgasm. She felt so amazing, in so much pleasure, and happy to make love to Emily again. She wanted Emily so much and she was getting what she wanted.

  Danica groaned. “I’m really close now.”

  She knew she couldn’t hold on for long. The pleasure was so intense, it was burning within her, and every lick, touch and thrust brought her closer to the brink.

  “So I see,” Emily replied, grinning.

  Danica’s muscles tightened, her body loving the thought Emily was going to make her come. She knew it was going to happen; there was no stopping it now. As the pleasure grew, she moaned Emily’s name.

  Emily pressed her fingers in deep and held them there, licking and sucking on her clit. The pleasure was so strong, Danica couldn’t take it for long.

  She moaned for her lover—hard, and she came on the bed with a powerful, uncontrolled rush of pleasure.

  She grabbed her ribs while still coming for Emily. Her whimpers worried her lover, until Danica started laughing.

  “Oh my God, that was so good. It was just crazy but wonderful.”

  “Are you alright?” Emily asked her, touching her bandages.

  “I think you broke my ribs again.”

  “What?” Emily asked, her eyes widening.

  “Oh, I’m kidding. They’re fine. They’re just delicate, and when my muscles tightened, I knew about it.”

  Emily grinned and lay down beside Danica, cozying up against her shoulder.

  “As long as they’re not hurting you too much.”

  She wrapped an arm around Danica’s waist gently, beneath her ribs. It was a bit chilly in the room, but they were laying on the blanket so it would have to stay where it was for now.

  “Would you like me to take care of you?” Danica asked.

  She enjoyed Emily close to her like this so much. It just felt so perfect and it brought to mind her best memories of good times they’d shared.

  Emily nodded. “You could touch me. I’d like that.”

  She knew it wouldn’t be easy for Danica to climb up right now, and she really didn’t need her to.

  “Sure,” Danica replied, giving her a soft smile back. “But first we have to get rid of those clothes.”

  In the heat of the moment, they hadn’t got around to removing Emily’s top and bra.

  Danica still had her skirt on, though she suspected Emily had left it there on purpose.

  Danica tugged Emily’s blue top over her head, grinning when it came off. She had a lacy white bra on beneath it with tiny crystals around the seams, and she helped her out of it now.

  “Well, you were expecting to get laid,” she joked.

  “What can I say?” Emily asked, shrugging her shoulders, “I’m an optimist.”

  Danica stole a soft kiss from her lips as she stroked her hands down over Emily’s bare stomach. She no longer had her belly button piercing that she got before going to college. Her tongue softly teased Emily’s own, and when they broke their kiss, Danica softly nuzzled her neck.

  Her hand slid lower, stroking Emily’s bare sex, until Danica’s fingers found the place they were looking for, and she began to rub Emily.

  Emily moaned softly and cuddled in against the side of Danica’s neck. She nuzzled in, placing soft kisses below her throat, while her hand played with Danica’s breasts.

  Shifting closer, Emily ran her tongue over Danica’s left nipple and sucked on it.

  It felt so incredible to Danica. She kissed Emily’s shoulder, as she rubbed her clit.

  “Do you want me to finger you?” Danica asked, giving Emily a playful smile.

  She nodded. “Yes, I do.”

  Danica moved from her spot, carefully climbing in closer. She teased around her entrance with her finger, but didn’t give her what she wanted right away.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” Emily groaned. “In a good way, I promise.”

  “Crazy in the best ways,” Danica said, as she teased Emily’s clit with one hand, and slid a finger inside her with the other.

  “Mmmmm, that feels so good,” she groaned, squirming against Danica’s hand.

  Danica rubbed her, growing more turned on by the sight of Emily enjoying her. She added a second finger, and then a third, and though they didn’t go in as deep as one had, Emily’s breathing deepened and she moaned for Danica.

  It was obvious to Danica that she liked it, and she began to thrust harder. Emily moaned her name, her back arching on the bed, as Danica finger fucked her pussy.

  “I was wrong. I do want to feel your mouth,” Emily said, her eyes wide as she pleaded with Danica.

  Danica was only too happy to oblige. As soon as her mouth made contact with Emily’s sex, she moaned aloud, and she could hardly take Danica’s sensuous licking for long until her cries grew harder and more passionate.

  Emily’s nails dug into the blanket as she came, and she swore under her breath, until she noticed Danica grinning at her.

  Emily grinned back and lay on the bed; helping Danica back down beside her.

  “You made a mess of me,” she said, a little shyly.

  Danica pulled her into a hug. “Damn right.”

  “I really missed you, Danica,” Emily said, holding her close. “I regret leaving now. I need you to know that.”

  Danica nodded. ”I can tell. What are you going to do now?”

  “Apart from enjoy our movies, you mean? We missed part of that one.”

  “We could rewind it, but yeah... being with you was better than any movie,” Danica replied.

  “Likewise,” Emily replied, smiling. “I have to talk to my parents about college.”

  “So you’re thinking of staying then?”

  “Yeah. I’ll need to get my things but I’ll be coming back.”

  Emily

  Emily’s date night with Danica felt like a dream. It had been beyond perfect, and it was as if every wish she’d had for the last year or more, even those she didn’t want to admit to herself, had come true in one blissful, romantic night.

  Now she felt different as she unlocked the front door—she still had her keys to her parents’ home—and made her way back inside into the comfortable warmth.

  She was surprised to see a lush, green tree in the living room. It was a real one, she thought, but it hadn’t been decorated yet. They must’ve boug
ht it when she was out visiting Danica earlier.

  Emily thought her parents and Cathy might’ve gone to bed, but as she walked toward the stairs, she heard footsteps in the dining room.

  Curious to see who was there, she looked through the doorway, and noticed her father sitting at the table with a cup of tea. There were magazines on the table—Cathy had probably been reading them, and the room was in disarray a little. Her home was never super tidy but it was clean and comfortably lived-in.

  “Dad, I’m surprised you’re still up. It must be after midnight.”

  It only occurred to her that something wasn’t right when she saw the look on his face. Her father looked upset, though she had no idea why.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “We heard that you’re having doubts about going back to college.”

  Emily sighed; it was true of course, but she wished Jeremy had said something before telling their parents.

  “He should’ve kept that to himself.”

  “He?” Peter asked, his eyebrows rising.

  It seemed she’d made things worse by making that assumption.

  “Who told you then?” she asked, unsure of who else it could be.

  “Danica’s mother, Lilly.”

  Emily wondered how she could even know, and then she realised. Danica must’ve told her after Emily had left or texted her about it because she was happy. And here she was suspecting her brother. Still, she couldn’t be angry with Danica. She couldn’t have known that Lilly would talk to her parents about it, and so quickly at that. What was she thinking?

  “I was really lonely and sad there. I walked away from Danica to go there, and I’ve come to realise how big a mistake it was. I have a chance of staying with her now and building a relationship with her again. I can’t walk away from that.”

  “You can and will,” Peter said, setting down his cup. “You’re paid up until September next year. Do you have any idea how much that college costs?”

  “Yes, I do,” Emily said. “It’s less than it would be because it’s 70% funded by my scholarship.”

  “It’s still too much to walk away from because you missed your girlfriend.”

  “I don’t want to be there anymore. I want to be here, with you and Mum and Cathy, and Danica again. I can transfer.”