winter meme uh...because it's worth it
In the tradition of the Halloween meme I did last month, I've decided to do a similar meme for the winter season as it's my second favorite time of year after autumn. So let's get it on like Donkey Kong.
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Dianna arches an eyebrow, fork paused midair as she observes Naya over the table. “Um, I’ll probably spend the day on my couch eating ice cream and watching television.”
Naya gives her a look like that’s the worst possible answer to that question. Which, to Naya, it kind of is. “What?”
Shrugging, Dianna laughs a little, giving Naya a confused look. “Well, I mean, aren’t you going home for Christmas?”
“Yeah,” Naya replies, feeling suddenly unsure of herself. Does she invite Dianna with her? Does she offer to stay home? They’ve only been dating for seven months, so the whole holiday question hasn’t really come up yet. The idea that they’d spend it apart is bad enough - Dianna alone is even worse. At least Naya’d be with family.
“So what’s the problem?”
“I just...It’s Christmas.”
“And I’m Jewish so...”
“Yeah, I know,” Naya says, shaking her head. “But that doesn’t mean that you have to spend it alone or whatever...”
“Naya, I’ll be fine. It’s just another day off for me.” Dianna reaches across the table to put her hand over Naya’s, smiling warmly. “I’m kind of looking forward to it.”
“But..”
“Naya,” Dianna says firmly, a small chuckle surrounding the name. “You’ll go home and I’ll stay here and then we’ll be together for New Year’s Eve. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s totally a big deal.”
“How?”
“Like who wants their girlfriend to be spending Christmas all alone like a loser watching reruns of Christmas cartoons on the couch with a pint of rocky road?”
“I hate rocky road,” Dianna comments.
“Because you have terrible fucking taste in ice cream. And Christmas plans apparently.”
Dianna sighs, and pulls her hand away, leaning back in her chair. “Can we change the subject please?”
“Sure. What are you doing on December 25th?”
Dianna looks at her, unamused. “Well I don’t have a lot of plans considering it looks like I’ll be single by then.”
“Weather’s sure nice today isn’t it?” Naya asks quickly, reaching for her glass of wine.
It should be the end of that conversation, but it’s not.
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They’re crawling into bed when something occurs to Naya.
“You celebrated Christmas last year. You were like giving everyone gifts for days, and you wore those ugly ass sweaters.”
Dianna turns her head on her pillow to stare at Naya, eyebrows pulling together. “Chanukah fell over Christmas last year. You know how that works, right?”
“You went to Jenna’s Christmas party.”
Dianna shakes her head, brow furrowed. “So?”
Naya looks at her like it’s obvious. “So you should have plans this year.”
Dianna laughs. “Baby, I do have plans. I have really exciting plans with my big comfy couch and a George Clooney marathon. It’s one of my own personal traditions.”
“I guess.”
Dianna slides a comforting hand across Naya’s stomach, sliding up under the thin tank top she’s wearing. “Nay, what’s wrong?”
Naya doesn’t want to pout, but she kind of does. “It’s just sad. I don’t like the idea of you spending Christmas alone.”
“Just think of it more like spending a regular Sunday alone.”
“That’s not any better.”
Dianna laughs, but kisses her. “Go to sleep.”
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“Naya,” Dianna intones lowly, her voice serious even as she chuckles a little. “You see your family every year. You can’t just not go. It’s tradition.”
“I’m staying here,” Naya says definitively, nodding to herself.
Dianna puts a newly cleaned pan in the drawer with more force than normal. “You are not staying here.”
Naya ignores her. “My mom will understand. I’ll tell her we got snowed in.”
“I think she’d probably notice the lack of snow required for that to be true,” Dianna comments.
Naya squints at her, looking skeptic. “I’ll tell her I broke my leg.”
“That’s a surefire way to get your mother here as soon as possible.”
“Good point,” Naya grumbles.
“You love going home for Christmas. Why are you trying to get out of this?”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” Dianna argues. “You’re trying to get out of one of your favorite traditions of all time. Home with the family, watching Christmas movies, lots of food...you love that stuff.”
“But we’re together now,” Naya says, feeling lame.
“So?”
“So shouldn’t we be starting some traditions of our own?”
“We will,” Dianna tells her, smiling softly. “Next year.”
Naya sighs, dries off the last pot and puts it away in the cabinet. “If I stay here, next year becomes this year. I think my mom would totally buy the snowed in excuse if I told her we were like on surprise location in Canada or something.”
Dianna rolls her eyes, but she laughs. “I’m really getting tired of arguing about this.”
“We’re not arguing,” Naya says, shutting the water off and throwing her dish towel on the counter. She turns to Dianna, arms crossing over her chest.
“You’re right,” Dianna says, walking over to Naya and putting her hands on Naya’s hips. “We’re not.” Dianna puts their lips together before Naya can say anything else, and strong fingers find their way to the drawstring of her sweatpants, tugging them open. Naya’s suddenly pushed back against the counter top, Dianna’s mouth breaking away from her to trail kisses down her jaw until she’s sucking on that spot beneath Naya’s ear that never fails to make her wet nearly instantly.
She means to stop Dianna because she knows this tactic, she perfected this tactic, and she kind of wants to finish their discussion, but then Dianna’s hand slides under the waistband of Naya’s panties and the conversation is effectively ended.
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A few days later they’re lounging in the living room, Dianna flipping through a magazine while Naya reads a book in the huge leather arm chair she made Dianna buy a few months ago. She’s too distracted right now to really pay attention to the words she’s reading, so she puts the book down on the table next to her and looks to where her girlfriend is sitting.
“You could come with me.”
“Stop,” Dianna says without looking up.
“You should come with me. Spend Christmas with my fam. That’s what couples do all the time.”
In a dramatic gesture Naya’s really only seen people like Lea do, Dianna flings her magazine towards the coffee table exasperatedly. “And how are you going to explain that one?”
Naya shoots her a pointed look. “My mom knows we’re dating.”
Dianna points towards the living room window of her apartment. “To the guy outside with the camera that’s going to follow us out there.”
“Like I’ve ever cared about shit like that,” Naya says even though it’s not entirely true. She cares - she just...cares about being with Dianna way more.
“Naya,” Dianna sighs. “Someday...”
“I know, I know,” Naya stops her, looking away for a second.
Shaking her head, Dianna sighs again before standing up, stalking across the room until she’s dropping down into Naya’s lap and grabbing her cheeks with both hands so they’re looking each other straight in the eye. “You’re going home for Christmas. I’m staying here. You’re not going to compromise your traditions just because we’re...” She cocks her head towards the window again, a sad expression on her face and Naya understands, nods and deflates.
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“Like what?” Naya’s smile is crooked and suggestive, and an answering grin spreads over Dianna’s face. Naya slides her hands over Dianna’s hips.
“Like,” Dianna leans in for a quick kiss, laughing softly. “You have to make me hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon every Saturday in December.”
Naya laughs. “Boring, but doable.”
“Like how we always put up mistletoe the first day after Thanksgiving.”
“Ooo, I could get behind that.” Another kiss, this one longer.
“We have to christen it too.”
“Duh,” Naya deadpans.
“We’ll get a tree.”
“A real one,” Naya says, lips pressed against the underside of Dianna’s jaw.
“No way. I’m not spending all December cleaning up pine needles.”
“Fine,” Naya concedes.
“We can still have tons of sex under an artificial tree.”
“New favorite tradition,” Naya says, kissing Dianna on the lips.
Dianna mumbles something into her mouth, but Naya can’t make it out because her hand is sliding up Dianna’s back and she’s more interested in maneuvering them to the closest horizontal surface as fast as possible. It happens to be the floor, but Naya doesn’t even care that her back is going to ache tomorrow because Dianna’s leg is shifting between her legs and pressing down perfectly.
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They’re on the couch watching this new reality show on TLC that Naya is obsessed with when this Target Christmas commercial comes on, and Naya just can’t let it go.
“Why don’t you just go home too?”
Dianna lifts her eyes to the ceiling, searching for patience before focusing back on the television. “Why would I go home?”
“For Christmas,” Naya clarifies.
Dianna just looks at her, waits for the question to actually register in the intelligent part of Naya’s brain.
“Di,” Naya practically whines.
“Why are you so fixated on this? I’ve told you it’s fine.”
Jaw clenched a little, Naya turns away as if embarrassed and Dianna thinks this is suddenly more serious than she originally thought. “Nay,” Dianna presses. “Baby, what’s up?”
Lips pursed together, Naya sighs before saying softly, “It’s our first Christmas.”
“What?”
“Our first Christmas...like together and stuff. It feels wrong to be away from you, and if I have to be, I don’t want you to be all like...alone.”
Dianna’s face goes soft with emotion and she reaches out to cup Naya’s cheek in her hand. “Naya,” she says softly.
“Oh shut up,” Naya laughs, pulling her head away and rolling her eyes.
“We’re going to have lots more,” Dianna whispers, scooting closer and easily evading Naya’s attempts to push her away. She kisses her softly on the check. “Lots lots lots more.”
Naya rolls her eyes again, but moves her neck when Dianna’s lips move lower, and doesn’t protest when Dianna slides a hand over her stomach. In fact, her stomach warms considerably at the idea of spending next Christmas with Dianna and then one after that and the one after that and the one after that and...
“I’ll just miss you,” Naya says, and Dianna picks her head up to look at Naya with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I’ll miss you too, but I look forward to spending the rest of our Christmases together. We’ll make tons of new traditions, and someday we’ll pass those on to our kids and then our grandkids and-”
The words cut off as Dianna seems to realize what she said, and Naya feels her eyes go wide.
Kids. This indescribable want builds up inside her, the one she kind of always gets when she sees a family walk down the street or she sees Dianna holding a baby. It’s not something she wants now, but it is something she wants someday, and she kisses Dianna before her girlfriend can take away anything she said.
It makes her feel better if only because Dianna starts smiling into the kiss, and Naya keeps picturing this little kid in full snow gear, tromping through snow banks as she watches on with Dianna’s hand clasped tightly in hers.
Tradition starts to take on a whole new meaning and that reluctance to be away from Dianna this Christmas flares up inside her more intensely than before.
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It’d be easier if Dianna wasn’t wearing a pair of Naya’s sweatpants and her University of Tennessee football sweatshirt, wrapped in a blanket and looking completely inviting. All Naya wants to do is wrap her arms around her, push them both on the couch and spend the rest of the afternoon watching cheesy Christmas movies.
“I just think...”
“Go,” Dianna orders. “You’ll regret it if you don’t. I know how important tradition is to you.”
Naya opens her mouth to argue some more, but Dianna’s glaring at her in that if you want to get laid any time soon you better stop talking kind of way she has, so Naya does the wise thing and shuts up, holds up her hand in defeat, and takes one last lingering look at her girlfriend before leaving.
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In her defense, she gets almost halfway home before canceling with a quick phone call to her mother. Her mom is a little pissed, but she understands, gives her a stern order to bring that girl around soon before hanging up. She gets a couple texts from various family members on her way back - one from her brother calling her totally lame for skipping out, a frowning emoticon from her sister. She feels bad for a bit because it is tradition after all and she’s never missed it, but she can’t stop picturing Dianna at home, wrapped in blankets and all alone.
By the time Naya’s back at the door to Dianna’s apartment, she stops caring that she’s bailing on the Rivera Family Christmas. It feels right to be back.
She’s got a key, but she knocks anyway because it’s kind of a surprise and she wants to see Dianna’s face when she opens the door. The face she expects is shocked joy, maybe amusement, but what she gets instead is affectionate exasperation and crossed arms. That’s okay, she can still work with that.
“Naya,” Dianna says, holding the door open for her to walk inside.
“Hey,” Naya starts as she turns to face Dianna. “So I came back.”
“Yeah, I see that,” Dianna replies, smirking and leaning back against the front door. “Do I need to kick your butt back out the door?”
Naya sets her suitcase down, moves a little closer. “I’m staying,” she says.
Dianna sighs and opens her mouth, to berate her no doubt, but Naya stops her, speaks first. “I was thinking we could start that whole our own traditions thing like...right now.”
She can tell Dianna is trying to look stern, but there’s this little tilt to her lips that tells Naya she’s secretly charmed. “Naya...you’re supposed to be at home with your family.”
Naya shrugs, smiles. “I am.”
The expression that spreads slowly across Dianna’s face is something Naya doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to describe. She decides right there that her number one tradition is going to be making Dianna look like that as often as possible.
“You’re impossible,” Dianna says, shaking her head and moving to hug Naya.
Naya wraps her arm around Dianna, buries her face into Dianna’s neck and whispers, “I love you.”
They stand like that, wrapped together, for long moments before Dianna pulls away, keeping her arms wrapped around Naya’s neck. She looks down at Naya and smiles. “First new tradition.”
“Yeah?”
Pointing upward, Dianna waits for Naya to follow her finger and spot a small green mistletoe hanging on the lamp above them in the entryway.
Dianna doesn’t wait for her to say anything, just presses their lips together firmly, still smiling.
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“These are good traditions,” Dianna comments, hands tangling in Naya’s hair.
“So much better than my family ones,” Naya agrees, grinning.
“Don’t mention your family when we’re about to have sex,” Dianna says. “I start thinking about your mother.”
Naya pulls back, and feigns disgust. “You think about my mom when we have sex?!”
Rolling her eyes, Dianna hits Naya in the arm, but chuckles, and then Naya’s laughing too, pecking soft kisses over Dianna’s lips, jaw, neck.
“Love you,” Dianna murmurs.
Naya hums agreement against Dianna’s collarbone, her hands pulling Dianna’s shirt further upwards.
“Want to hear a secret?” Dianna whispers.
“Definitely,” Naya answers, pulling Dianna’s shirt off.
“I’m glad you came back.”
Dianna’s blonde hair is spread out under her head, her face is starting to get that light flush it always does when she’s turned on, and her eyes are this perfect color of hazel that Naya doesn’t think she’s ever seen anywhere else. It feels like home more than anything else ever could.
“Totally knew you would be,” Naya says, smiling wide. She just barely resists the urge to hum I’ll Be Home For Christmas as she moves down Dianna’s body.
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NO BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ONE DAY ONE OF YOUR FICS IS ACTUALLY GOING TO IMPREGNATE ME
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THIS IS EVERYTHING I LOVE IT'S TOO MUCH IT HURTS I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME crying
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That's you on the left.
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Favorite thing about this time of year? The fic. Fics like this, that are adorable and perfect and precious and funny and and and and
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