The chill of winter wrapped around them like a soft, icy blanket as they stepped onto the skating rink, the crisp air filled with the sound of laughter and the occasional scrape of blades against ice. Marta de la Reina found herself grinning as she laced up her skates, the festive ambiance of twinkling lights and holiday music setting the perfect mood for their outing. Beside her, Claudia fumbled with her laces, clearly apprehensive about the entire endeavor, while Tassio cracked a joke about already being one with the ice—quite literally, given his track record.
The group had come together as a bundle of mismatched energy: Marta and Fina, Carmen and Tassio, and Claudia and Matteo. The idea of ice skating had been Carmen’s, and while Marta had hesitated at first, the thought of sharing something she loved with Fina and their friends made her agree.
Once on the ice, it quickly became evident who the stars and the rookies were. Fina glided effortlessly, her movements smooth and confident, as if she’d been born with skates on her feet. Carmen, equally elegant, moved with assurance as she kept close to Tassio, who clung to the rink's border for dear life. Claudia, meanwhile, resembled a newborn deer, legs wobbling with each hesitant step. Marta, ever the grounding presence, stayed beside her, offering steady support.
Marta herself was a sight to behold, her years of ice skating training shining through in every graceful movement. She wore an expensive black teddy fur coat that draped elegantly over her figure, paired with a black turtleneck that accentuated her sharp features. Her blonde hair was swept up into a messy yet perfectly styled bun, a few loose strands framing her face and highlighting her striking blue eyes. Her hands, encased in black leather gloves, seemed to move with purpose as she guided Claudia across the ice. Against the stark contrast of the white rink, Marta appeared almost ethereal, a vision of poise and sophistication.
Fina couldn’t take her eyes off her. Every turn, every glide, every graceful motion seemed to pull her in like a siren’s call. Marta’s elegance was magnetic, and Fina found herself mesmerized, wishing she could have seen Marta during her competitive days. She imagined her girlfriend as a younger version of herself, fierce and focused, weaving across the ice with effortless beauty. Fina was certain she would have fallen in love then and there, just as deeply as she was now.
The memory of their first skating outing came rushing back. Marta had taken Fina to an outdoor rink, the air just as crisp and the lights just as enchanting. Back then, Fina had been relatively new to skating, her movements tentative and unpolished. But Marta had been a patient and encouraging teacher, holding her hand and guiding her with a gentle confidence that had made Fina feel like she could conquer the ice. Determined to impress Marta, Fina had poured all her focus into mastering the basics, and by the end of the evening, she’d managed to keep up with Marta—at least for a little while.
“You’re doing great,” Marta said now, her voice warm and encouraging as she held onto Claudia’s arm to keep her upright.
“Great? I feel like I’m defying gravity in the worst way possible,” Claudia replied with a laugh, her cheeks flushed from the cold—or maybe the embarrassment.
Marta’s laughter joined hers, light and genuine. “It’s normal. Everyone starts out wobbly. Trust me, even Fina fell the first time she tried skating.” Her smile widened, knowing full well that Fina was eavesdropping from a distance.
“Did not!” Fina’s voice rang out playfully from across the rink, where she was skating backward with Carmen. Her dark eyes twinkled with mischief as she spun gracefully, showcasing her undeniable skill.
“See?” Marta said to Claudia, shaking her head fondly. “She’s impossible.”
Claudia giggled, her confidence growing as she leaned a little less on Marta and managed a cautious glide. “Still, I’m glad you’re here. You’re a natural at this.”
“Years of practice.” Marta’s blue eyes sparkled, her gaze flickering briefly to Fina, who was now skating in wide loops, her movements as mesmerizing as a dancer’s.
Marta couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Fina moved, her dark hair flying behind her and dark, glossy strands surrounding her beautiful face. The way her eyes would occasionally seek Marta out, even when she was mid-spin, made Marta’s heart skip a beat.
“Tassio, watch out!” Carmen’s voice broke through the moment. Marta turned just in time to see Tassio, emboldened by some misplaced confidence, nearly collide with another skater. He flailed comically before patting the man on the shoulder in apology, his cheeks red as he shuffled back toward Marta and Claudia.
“I’m retiring,” Tassio declared dramatically as he reached them, holding onto the railing for support. “Clearly, I’m not cut out for this.”
“Oh, come on. You’re doing fine,” Marta teased, her tone light as she steadied Claudia once more. “At least you haven’t fallen yet.”
“Keyword: yet,” Tassio muttered, though his grin betrayed his amusement.
Claudia’s knees buckled slightly again, but before she could panic, Matteo skated up behind her, steadying her with a firm grip. “Got you,” he said with an easy smile.
With Claudia in good hands, Marta felt a familiar presence approach. A soft nudge against her back and hands on her waist, made her turn her head and she immediately recognized the gentle scent of Fina’s perfume and the cool press of her lips against her cheek.
“Mind if I steal you for a while?” Fina asked, her voice low and intimate, sending a pleasant shiver down Marta’s spine.
Marta glanced at Claudia, who waved her off with a knowing smile. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
Without hesitation, Marta allowed Fina to take her hand, their fingers intertwining effortlessly as Fina began to skate backward, leading Marta across the ice. Where Fina was all confidence and flair, Marta moved with a quiet elegance, her every step a testament to years of training and discipline. Together, they looked like they belonged in a snow globe, picture perfect.
“You’re staring,” Marta teased, her lips quirking into a playful smirk as Fina’s dark eyes stayed fixed on her.
“Can you blame me?” Fina replied, her voice soft but full of feeling. “Have you seen yourself? You’re stunning.”
Marta’s cheeks warmed despite the cold. “You should look where you’re going, or you’ll end up running into someone like Tassio did.”
Fina laughed, the sound rich and melodious. “I’ll take my chances. Besides, I’ve been watching you all evening. You’re incredible out here. The way you helped Claudia, the way you carry yourself… I couldn’t look away if I tried.”
Marta’s heart swelled at the sincerity in Fina’s words. She tightened her grip on Fina’s hand, slowing their pace until they came to a gentle stop near the edge of the rink. Marta reached out, grabbing the lapels of Fina’s open jacket and pushed her gently against the railing. Their breaths mingled in the frosty air as Marta leaned in, stealing a quick, tender kiss.
Fina’s lips curved into a smile against hers. “That’s all I get?” she murmured, her tone teasing but her eyes dark with affection.
Marta chuckled, pressing one more fleeting kiss to Fina’s lips. “Later,” she whispered, her voice full of promise.
Before Fina could protest, Marta pushed off, skating a few feet away with an air of playful defiance. She turned back, watching as Fina’s expression shifted into a determined smirk. It was a look Marta knew all too well.
Fina took off after her, her speed impressive as she closed the gap between them. Marta’s laughter rang out, pure and unrestrained, as she tried to evade her girlfriend. The chase was short-lived; Fina caught up to her with ease, wrapping her arms around Marta from behind and peppering kisses along her neck and cheek.
“You’re impossible,” Marta said, though her tone was full of affection.
“And you’re perfect,” Fina replied simply, her voice full of warmth. She pulled back just enough to meet Marta’s gaze, her hand extending in invitation. “Come on. Let’s skate a little more.”
Marta took her hand without hesitation, their fingers intertwining once more as they glided across the ice together. In that moment, surrounded by twinkling lights and the laughter of their friends, nothing else mattered. They were magnets, drawn to each other endlessly, their love as natural and timeless as the winter itself.
After their time on the ice, the group gathered near a small stand selling mulled wine, the warm aroma of spices mingling with the crisp winter air. They huddled together, their cheeks rosy from the cold and their laughter filling the space around them.
“You know, next time, maybe we should go bowling,” Matteo said, turning towards Tassio with grin, his tone light but teasing. “Because today, Tassio, you were really good at almost taking down several unsuspecting people.”
Tassio threw his hands up in mock defeat, his grin wide. “What can I say? I’m a natural disaster on ice.”
The group burst into laughter, and Carmen, ever quick with a witty remark, chimed in. “Not everyone can date an elegant ice-skating Barbie,” she said, winking at Fina.
Fina, unfazed, simply smiled proudly and blew Carmen a playful kiss. Then, her gaze shifted to Marta, who stood beside her with a faint blush dusting her cheeks. The warmth in Fina’s expression softened as she reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Marta’s face.
“You’ve definitely been talking about me,” Marta said, her voice low enough for only Fina to hear.
“Guilty,” Fina admitted with a grin, her eyes sparkling with affection. “But can you blame me? You’re mesmerizing out there. I was just telling Carmen how lucky I am.”
Marta’s blush deepened, but she couldn’t hide the pleased smile that tugged at her lips. She leaned into Fina’s side, letting the warmth of her girlfriend’s presence chase away the lingering chill of the evening. Surrounded by their friends, the festive atmosphere, and the comforting weight of Fina’s arm around her, Marta felt utterly content. It was a perfect end to a perfect evening.
✩ ✩ ✩
The soft click of the front door opening announced Marta’s arrival, her heels echoing briefly on the hardwood floor before she stepped into their shared apartment. She barely had time to set down her keys before her eyes took in the transformation. The normally minimalist space was now a cascade of Christmas cheer: garlands adorned with twinkling fairy lights draped along the walls, pinecones and candles arranged artfully on the coffee table, and stockings already hanging over the fireplace. The scent of cinnamon and pine lingered in the air, and packages full of decorations sat scattered across the floor, some still unopened. In the midst of it all stood Fina, a Santa hat perched jauntily on her head and a determined smile on her face as she adjusted a string of lights on the tree.
Marta couldn’t help the amused smirk that crept onto her face. “Looks like Santa threw up in here,” she teased, carefully maneuvering over a box of ornaments to give Fina a quick peck on the cheek.
Fina turned, her eyes sparkling with mischief and holiday spirit. “It’s called Christmas magic, thank you very much,” she retorted, placing her hands on her hips. Her gaze quickly shifted to the bags in Marta’s hands, some of which sported logos from high-end designer stores. One eyebrow arched as she nodded toward them. “What’s all that?”
Marta shrugged nonchalantly as she set the bags down. “Just a few gifts. You know I love to treat people.”
Fina’s lips twitched, caught somewhere between amusement and exasperation. Marta’s casual approach to money was something she’d never quite get used to. Growing up, Fina had always been careful, budgeting and saving for the things she wanted, while Marta’s world seemed to operate on an entirely different plane. Yet, Fina quickly dismissed the thought. They’d had this conversation before, and it was just another facet of who Marta was. Besides, she couldn’t deny that there was something undeniably attractive about the way Marta wielded her platinum card with an air of effortless confidence—especially when it came to treating Fina.
Marta disappeared briefly to put the bags away, returning moments later with her coat hung neatly and her blonde hair falling in soft waves from its earlier updo. Her sharp blue eyes surveyed the festive chaos, and a small smile tugged at her lips.
“You do realize we’re spending Christmas Eve at my family’s house, right?” she asked, folding her arms as she leaned against the doorway.
Fina didn’t miss a beat. “And? We’re spending the days before here, so it needs to feel like Christmas.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, her determination unwavering.
Marta’s gaze softened as she took in the decorations again. Despite her initial skepticism, everything was tasteful and charming, a true reflection of Fina’s impeccable eye for detail. Marta’s typical holiday decorating had been limited to a wreath on the door and an advent arrangement—one that rarely saw the candles lit because she always forgot. And yet, despite her usual indifference, she’d spent nearly two hundred dollars on that wreath because it had caught her eye in a boutique and seemed just right. This year, though, would be different.
“Alright,” Marta said, pushing off the doorway and stepping closer. “How can I help?”
Fina’s face lit up like the very tree she’d been decorating. “Grab those fir branches over there,” she instructed, pointing to a bundle near the couch. “We’re weaving them with the red ribbons for the banister.”
They fell into a rhythm as they worked together, the apartment filling with the quiet hum of Christmas music playing in the background. Marta’s hands, usually adept at signing contracts and handling delicate negotiations, proved just as skilled at twisting ribbons and arranging ornaments under Fina’s guidance. They laughed as they strung candy canes on the tree, Marta teasing Fina for her insistence on “perfect spacing.” Small nutcrackers were placed on the mantle, their stoic faces adding a whimsical charm to the scene.
By the time they finished, the apartment had been transformed into a cozy Christmas haven. The soft glow of candles and fairy lights bathed the room in warmth, and Marta had to admit she’d never felt more at home during the holidays. She glanced at Fina, who was surveying their handiwork with a satisfied smile, her cheeks flushed from the effort and her dark eyes sparkling with pride.
Marta stepped closer, sliding her arms around Fina’s waist and pulling her into a gentle embrace. “You’ve outdone yourself,” she murmured, her voice soft.
Fina grinned, leaning her forehead against Marta’s. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Marta chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to Fina’s lips. “I’ve never had decorations like this before. It’s perfect.”
“It is,” Fina replied, her tone playful but her eyes filled with affection.
Marta smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as she looked around their shared space. For the first time, Christmas felt less like a formality and more like something to cherish. And as she held Fina close, she realized it wasn’t just the decorations that made their apartment feel like home—it was the love they’d built together, shining brighter than any string of lights.
Marta smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as she looked around their shared space. For the first time, Christmas felt less like a formality and more like something to cherish. As her gaze landed on the tree, adorned with shimmering ornaments and twinkling lights, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and love.
Fina’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Our first Christmas tree,” she said softly, her hand slipping into Marta’s.
Marta turned to her, her blue eyes shining with emotion. “The first of many,” she replied, her voice equally tender.
They stood there for a moment, taking in the beauty of their decorated tree and the life they were building together. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the glow of the lights, the warmth of the room, and the love between them. Marta squeezed Fina’s hand gently, and Fina leaned her head against Marta’s shoulder, a content smile spreading across her lips.
Yes, this was just the beginning.
✩ ✩ ✩
Marta awoke to the soft sensation of lips brushing against her face, feather-light and insistent. She stirred, a sleepy murmur escaping her lips as the trail of kisses moved to her temple, then her cheek, and finally to the bare skin of her shoulder peeking out from beneath her loose sleep top. She cracked open one eye to find Fina curled against her, her expression full of adoration and warmth.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Fina whispered, her voice a soft melody in the quiet. Her dark eyes sparkled with a kind of mischief that only made Marta groan and pull the blanket over her head.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Fina said with a playful laugh, tugging the blanket down and resuming her kisses. “Come on, wake up! It snowed last night.”
Marta turned toward her, nose to nose now, and opened her eyes properly. Fina was beaming at her, her smile so wide it crinkled the corners of her eyes. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, messy from sleep, and her cheeks were already flushed with excitement.
“It snowed?” Marta echoed, her voice still rough with sleep.
“It did,” Fina confirmed, her voice dropping to an almost-whisper as if sharing a secret. “And I really, really want to go out.”
Marta couldn’t help the grin that tugged at her lips. There was something so endearing about the childlike wonder in Fina’s expression. She was practically vibrating with excitement, though she kept snuggling up to Marta as if trying to coax her awake gently. Each time Fina placed a kiss—on her shoulder, her neck, her cheek—she added a soft, pleading “please” until Marta finally gave in with a sigh and a laugh.
“How am I supposed to say no to you?” Marta teased, brushing a hand lightly against Fina’s cheek.
“You can’t,” Fina replied with a cheeky grin, kissing Marta’s shoulder one last time before hopping out of bed with an energy that made Marta chuckle. Fina was halfway to the closet when she stopped abruptly, turned back, and scrunched her nose in that impossibly cute way that never failed to make Marta’s heart flutter.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Fina said earnestly, her voice softening. She lingered in the doorway, her gaze roaming over Marta like she was committing her to memory.
Marta felt her insides tingle at the honesty in Fina’s words. She smiled, sitting up and running a hand through her tousled blonde hair. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she quipped, but her voice carried warmth, and the look in her eyes was just as soft.
They dressed quickly, layering warm clothes against the chill of the snow-covered morning. Marta followed Fina out the door, pausing only to grab a red scarf she knew Fina would need. Outside, the world was transformed into a glittering winter wonderland. Frost tipped the branches of the trees, and a thick blanket of snow lay undisturbed on the ground. The air was crisp and cold, and their breath puffed out in little clouds as they walked.
“Wait,” Marta called, catching up to Fina. She wrapped the scarf snugly around Fina’s neck, adjusting it with care before leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. Fina’s grin widened, and she intertwined her fingers with Marta’s as they continued toward the park at the end of the street.
The park was stunning, the morning sun reflecting off the snow like a field of diamonds. The frozen lake shimmered like glass, and the silence was broken only by the crunch of their boots against the snow. Marta was marveling at the scenery when Fina suddenly gasped.
“What is it?” Marta asked, looking around in confusion.
Fina’s eyes were already searching for something—or someone. Marta followed her gaze and spotted Carmen and Tassio standing a few feet off the path, grinning like mischievous children. Tassio’s gloveless hands were forming a snowball, and before Marta could react, he threw it. The snowball sailed through the air, narrowly missing Fina as she ducked with a laugh.
“You’re going to regret that!” Fina called, scooping up her own handful of snow. She turned to Marta, her eyes alight with challenge. “Are you in?”
Marta chuckled, already bending down to gather snow. “We need a strategy if we’re going to win this.”
Fina’s grin widened, and Marta could see how much she loved it when Marta played along. Another snowball whizzed past them, hitting a tree nearby. Fina threw hers in retaliation, narrowly missing Carmen, who laughed and joined in the fray. Tassio, meanwhile, proved to be a formidable opponent, his aim surprisingly accurate.
Fina grabbed Marta’s waist, pulling her behind a tree for cover. “Tassio’s too good at this,” she said breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with cold and laughter.
“Then we’ll just have to outsmart him,” Marta replied, her blue eyes sparkling.
They darted out from behind the tree, splitting up to confuse their opponents.
Snowballs flew through the air, laughter echoing in the crisp morning. At one point, Fina was hit squarely in the shoulder and fell to the ground dramatically, calling out for Marta as if mortally wounded.
Marta came running, laughing at Fina’s theatrics. “You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head fondly.
Fina grinned up at her, reaching out for her hand. But as soon as their fingers intertwined, Fina tugged, pulling Marta down into the snow beside her. Marta let out a startled laugh, falling into the soft powder.
“Fina!” she scolded, though her tone was more amused than anything else.
“Are you ready to surrender?” Carmen’s voice called out.
Fina propped herself up on her elbows, looking at Marta with a conspiratorial smile.
“Just this once,” she shouted back. “We admit defeat!”
They shook hands with Carmen and Tassio, all of them flushed and breathless from the impromptu battle. After a few moments of lighthearted banter, they said their goodbyes, promising to see each other at the de la Reina household for Christmas.
On the walk back home, Fina wrapped her arm around Marta, leaning into her warmth. As they reached their door, snowflakes began to fall, delicate and magical. They landed on Fina’s dark hair and lashes, making her look like a princess in a winter fairytale.
Marta couldn’t help but admire her, her heart swelling with affection. Fina noticed the look and winked at her playfully before opening the door. Inside, the warmth of their apartment enveloped them, and they realized just how cold they had been.
They made hot drinks—coffee for Marta and tea for Fina—and Marta quickly prepared a simple breakfast. They sat at the table, surrounded by their Christmas decorations, their socked feet bumping under the table. They stole glances at each other, Marta occasionally hiding behind her newspaper, only to catch Fina’s amused smile.
✩ ✩ ✩
The trunk of their car was open, its space rapidly filling with neatly wrapped gifts of all shapes and sizes. Marta stood beside it, brow furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to arrange the packages in some semblance of order. Her normally steady hands were fidgety, as if the sheer act of packing was a Herculean task, made worse by the stress she was visibly carrying.
“Okay, so,” Marta began, her voice tight as she adjusted a bag and turned toward Fina, who was holding another present and watching her with concern. “If you end up sitting next to Uncle Roberto, just… steer clear of anything political. Actually, steer clear of anything personal. He has a knack for making everything uncomfortable.”
Fina opened her mouth to respond, but Marta was already moving, pacing toward the front door to grab another bag. “And my cousin Marina—she’s fine, she’s nice, but don’t bring up work around her. She’ll probably talk over you the whole time and tell you why whatever you’re doing is wrong. And—oh, God—if Aunt Lucía starts in on anything about relationships, just… I don’t even know. Maybe pretend you don’t hear her?”
“Marta—” Fina tried again, but Marta was on a roll, her hands moving as frantically as her words.
“And then there’s my dad. He’ll be fine until he isn’t. I just—ugh, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this. It’s not like you don’t already know how they are, but I just—” Marta stopped abruptly, turning with another armful of bags. She looked frazzled, her blonde hair falling out of its neat ponytail and her jacket half-buttoned.
Fina stepped into her path, blocking her from going back to the car. Marta froze, blinking at her in surprise. “Fina, what are you—?”
“Breathe,” Fina said firmly, her voice soft but steady. She placed her hands gently on Marta’s cheeks, cradling her face. “Just breathe for a second, okay?”
Marta’s shoulders sagged slightly, her chest rising and falling as she followed Fina’s advice. Her blue eyes searched Fina’s face, a flicker of guilt crossing them. “I’m sorry,” she said after a moment. “I’m just… I don’t want this to be awful for you. I know my family can be—”
“Difficult,” Fina finished for her, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Yeah, I know. But Marta, I also know you. And you’re not your family.”
Marta’s expression softened, but she still looked uncertain. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to deal with them. Or worse, like I’m making excuses for them.”
“You’re not,” Fina assured her, her thumbs brushing gently over Marta’s cheekbones. “Look, I know your family’s… a lot. Some of them are ignorant, sure, and some of them are outright jerks. But you’re not them. And there are people there I actually like—Carmen and Tassio, your brother, Julia. Even your dad, when he’s not being grumpy about everything.”
Marta let out a shaky laugh at that, her tension easing just a fraction.
“And tonight,” Fina continued, “I’m going to spend my time with the people I like. And you, obviously. I’ll gladly save you from any weird uncle or overly chatty cousin. But I don’t want you to spend the whole night worrying about me, okay? I can handle myself. You know that.”
Marta exhaled slowly, the weight of her stress beginning to lift. “I know,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “I just hate that I feel like I need to prep you for this. Like I’m already apologizing for them.”
Fina smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Marta’s forehead. “You don’t need to apologize for them. You’ve already talked to me about all this, and I’m not going in blind. I’m choosing to be there because I love you, and this is part of your life. And honestly? It’s worth it for the good parts. Like the way Carmen and Tassio always make me laugh. Or how your dad sneaks me the good wine. Or how Begoña somehow makes even the driest turkey taste amazing.”
Marta let out a genuine laugh this time, her shoulders relaxing as she smiled down at Fina. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
Fina shrugged playfully. “I know. Now, come on. Let’s finish packing before we’re late and your dad sends out a search party.”
Marta nodded, her expression lighter as she leaned in for a quick kiss. “Thank you,” she murmured against Fina’s lips.
“For what?” Fina asked, her smile wide and teasing.
“For being you,” Marta said simply, her gaze warm.
Fina’s cheeks flushed, but she grinned and handed Marta another bag. Together, they finished loading the car, Marta’s earlier tension replaced by a quiet sense of calm. As they settled into their seats and pulled out of the driveway, Marta reached over to squeeze Fina’s hand.
✩ ✩ ✩
The de la Reina household was alive with the sounds of Christmas: laughter, clinking glasses, the low hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of music from the living room. The large house, draped in tasteful garlands and twinkling lights, exuded warmth, but Marta’s shoulders still carried the tension of the evening. As she moved through the crowded rooms, exchanging pleasantries and dodging less-than-pleasant relatives, her eyes would often drift to Fina.
Fina stood across the room, deep in conversation with Andrès, Marta’s brother. She was animated, her hands moving as she spoke, her smile lighting up her face. Andrès, ever the easygoing one, seemed to be captivated by whatever story Fina was telling. Marta paused mid-conversation with a distant cousin, a soft smile tugging at her lips. At least she’s doing fine, she thought, her heart swelling at the sight of her girlfriend fitting in so effortlessly.
But her reprieve was short-lived. Marta’s next interaction was with her Uncle Roberto—a man with opinions he loved to share, regardless of whether they were wanted. She nodded along, her jaw tight as he rambled about topics that made her skin crawl. She felt her patience wearing thin, and then she noticed Fina out of the corner of her eye, making her way over.
“Hey, love,” Fina said warmly, slipping in next to Marta and placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need you for a second.”
Roberto barely acknowledged Fina, continuing his diatribe, but it was the dismissive glance he gave their joined hands that lit a spark of irritation in Fina. Her lips parted, ready to say something, but before she could, Marta spoke up.
“Uncle Roberto,” Marta said sharply, her voice cutting through his words. “I think that’s enough. If you can’t be respectful, I have no more interest in continuing this very one sided conversation.”
The older man blinked, clearly taken aback, but Marta didn’t wait for a response. She turned to Fina, her hand slipping to her girlfriend’s waist, and gently guided her away.
In the quiet of the corridor, away from the noise and prying eyes, Marta leaned back against the wall with a sigh. Fina stepped closer, her hands finding Marta’s waist, her presence grounding.
“You okay?” Fina asked softly, her dark eyes scanning Marta’s face.
Marta nodded, though her shoulders remained tense. “I’m fine. It’s just… these gatherings always take so much out of me. And I hate that I have to deal with—well, people like him.”
Fina tilted her head, her expression tender but firm. “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. Least of all to him.”
Marta let out a weak laugh, her hands finding their way to Fina’s shoulders. “I know. But it’s hard not to feel like I do.”
Fina leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against Marta’s lips. “How about this? I’ll keep the unwanted family members at bay, and you can spend time with the ones you actually like. No more obligations. Deal?”
Marta smiled, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. “Deal.”
Fina grinned and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Good. Now, let me go grab us some champagne, and we’ll find Carmen and Tassio. I heard they’re starting with presents soon.”
Marta chuckled, her spirits lifting. “You’re really good at this, you know.”
“Good at what?” Fina asked, her tone playful.
“Making me feel better,” Marta admitted, her voice soft.
Fina’s eyes sparkled as she placed another kiss on Marta’s lips. “It’s what I’m here for. Also,” she added, stepping back slightly, her gaze raking over Marta’s figure, “it would be a shame to waste this gorgeous outfit on a night you didn’t enjoy.”
Marta laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. “You’re right.”
As Fina turned to step back, Marta’s hand shot out, catching her by the neck. Their eyes met, and Marta pulled her in for a real kiss—slow, deep, and sensual. Fina melted into her, her knees nearly buckling as Marta’s lips moved against hers with a deliberate intensity. Her hands splayed against Marta’s exposed shoulders, the soft fabric of her dark green dress only enhancing the heat of her skin.
When they finally broke apart, Fina’s breath was uneven, her forehead resting against Marta’s as she whispered, “I was just reminded that your main present is waiting for you at home.”
Marta’s breath hitched, her blue eyes darkening with interest. “Oh?”
Fina’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “There are some things that are just for you, and they should stay that way. Which is why I couldn’t bring it.”
Her hands lingered on Marta’s waist as she stepped back, her eyes sweeping over Marta’s flushed, radiant face and the elegant lines of her dress. Fina’s voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “But you’re making it really hard not to unwrap my favorite present early.”
Marta’s lips parted, her cheeks heating as she watched Fina reluctantly pull herself away. With one last, lingering look, Fina disappeared back into the party, leaving Marta leaning against the wall, her heart racing and her body tingling with anticipation.
When Fina returned with two glasses of champagne, she found Marta waiting for her, a soft smile on her lips and a newfound lightness in her demeanor. Handing one glass to Marta, Fina leaned in and whispered, “Let’s make the rest of tonight fun, okay?”
Marta nodded, her smile widening as she allowed herself to be led back into the fray.
The living room was alive with laughter and the crinkling of wrapping paper as the children tore into their gifts, their excitement filling every corner of the room. Marta perched on the arm of the sofa, her long legs crossed elegantly, while Fina sat beside her, her arm wrapped snugly around Marta’s waist. Marta’s own arm draped over Fina’s shoulder, her fingers absently twirling the end of Fina’s ponytail. Next to them, Carmen, Tassio, and Begoña leaned into their own conversations, the couch crowded with warmth and familiarity.
Don Damián sat across the room, observing the scene with a quiet, reflective smile. His gaze lingered on Marta, noting the way her earlier tension had melted away. At the start of the evening, she’d been stiff and guarded, her polite smiles never quite reaching her eyes. But now, she seemed transformed. Relaxed. Happy. And it was impossible to ignore the reason why.
It was Fina.
The way Marta leaned into her, the ease with which they shared space, the adoring glances Fina cast her way—it spoke volumes. Don Damián couldn’t help but feel a swell of gratitude for the brunette who had brought out this side of his daughter.
When it was his turn to hand out gifts, he approached Fina with a small, wrapped package. She looked momentarily surprised but accepted it with a gracious smile.
As she unwrapped the paper, her eyes lit up at the sight of an expensive bottle of wine—a vintage they had once shared during a quiet dinner and conversation.
Nestled beside it was a small note. She unfolded it discreetly, her lips curving into a smile as she read: "Come find me later."
Her gaze lifted, meeting Don Damián’s across the room. She gave him a warm smile and a nod, which he returned with quiet approval. The moment was understated, but it carried a weight of understanding and mutual respect. Don Damián was not a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes.
Fina tucked the note away, her fingers brushing against Marta’s as she leaned into her side. Marta glanced down at her, catching the small, private smile on Fina’s lips.
“What’s that about?” Marta asked, her voice low enough to keep the moment between them.
“Nothing,” Fina replied softly, her eyes still shining. “Just your dad being thoughtful.”
Marta’s heart swelled. It had taken time for her father to accept her relationship with Fina, but moments like this reminded her just how far they had all come. And as she looked around the room—at the children’s laughter, at her family gathered together, and at the woman who had made everything feel right—she couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
✩ ✩ ✩
The exchange of gifts had left the room scattered with colorful wrappings and ribbons. Fina glanced down at her wrist, the weight of the elegant new watch Marta had given her feeling both grounding and surreal. The dark blue dial, understated yet striking, gleamed in the light. It was perfectly her, as if Marta had handpicked the stars to match her. And then there was the handbag, a sleek Bottega Veneta piece that screamed sophistication, and the EarPods she had been eyeing for weeks. But the one that made her heart skip was the dark blue silk sleep set. Marta’s whispered confession that she had a matching set still lingered in Fina’s ears, making her smile as she pecked Marta’s lips, her gratitude spilling over in the simplest yet most heartfelt gesture.
In return, Fina had delighted Marta with an array of carefully chosen gifts. The books Marta had mentioned in passing, the ones she didn’t yet own, earned a wide-eyed look of appreciation. The leather-bound notebook and matching fountain pen—a replacement for one Marta had lost—earned a soft, sentimental smile from the blonde. Marta’s fingers had traced the pen’s smooth barrel before she leaned over to kiss Fina’s temple, whispering her thanks.
Now, Marta was deep in comfortable conversation with Carmen and Begoña, her posture finally relaxed as she stood next to them. This felt like the right time to go talk to Don Damiàn. Fina’s heart was racing.
This was her moment.
Her palms were damp with nerves as she excused herself quietly and made her way toward him and he offered to go to his office.
Don Damián welcomed her with a warm nod, gesturing for her to sit. The room smelled of polished wood and leather. He poured her a glass of whiskey, its amber liquid catching the light, and Fina accepted, hoping the drink would steady her fraying nerves.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of her intentions making the air feel thick. Fina took a sip, the warmth spreading through her chest, and then, before she could lose her nerve, she began to speak.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” she started, her voice trembling slightly. Her hands tightened around the glass, and she could feel her pulse quicken. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. A long while, if I’m honest.” She let out a shaky laugh.
Don Damián simply watched her, his expression patient but knowing.
Fina pressed on, her words spilling out in a nervous rush. “The truth is, I’ve loved Marta for as long as I can remember. From the moment she entered my life, it’s like she’s been a part of me. And every day, I wake up amazed that I get to be with her. She’s everything to me, and—”
Don Damián’s soft chuckle interrupted her, and Fina froze. He leaned forward slightly, a small, knowing smile on his face. “You want to ask me if you can marry her.”
Fina’s mouth opened, then closed. She blinked, momentarily stunned. “Yes. I mean,no.” She sat up, feeling more like herself and steadily told him, “With all due respect, Sir, I would marry Marta with our without your approval. You don’t need to grant it—it’s Marta’s decision, not yours. But I also know how much your blessing would mean to her. To both of us.”
Fina’s chest tightened “I want her to feel supported. To feel like she doesn’t have to choose between her family and me.”
Don Damián studied her for a moment, and then, without a word, he stood and moved to his desk. Fina watched as he opened a drawer and retrieved a small box. When he returned, he held it out to her.
Fina took it hesitantly, her fingers trembling as she opened the lid. Inside was a delicate, stunning ring, its timeless design glinting in the warm light. She gasped softly, her eyes darting back to Don Damián.
“This was her mother’s engagement ring,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I know she would want Marta to have it. And I can’t think of anyone better to give it to her than you.”
Fina’s throat tightened, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. When she finally found her voice, it was barely above a whisper. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise, I’ll make her the happiest woman.”
Don Damián’s smile softened. “You already do.”
Overwhelmed, Fina stood, and to her surprise, Don Damián pulled her into a brief but heartfelt hug. She returned it without hesitation, her gratitude spilling over in the form of a whispered, “Thank you.”
When they pulled apart, Don Damián met her gaze, his voice warm and sincere. “If it wasn’t obvious before: Welcome to the family.”
Fina left the office clutching the ring box tightly, her heart full and her spirits soaring. She had completely forgotten, that Don Damián was the one who wanted to talk to her, but by his knowing smile, she might have just gotten the first word in, but he wanted to talk to her about the same thing.
She couldn’t wait to ask Marta the question that had been burning in her heart for so long.
✩ ✩ ✩
The drive home was quiet but comforting, the city lights casting a soft glow inside the car. Marta’s hand rested on Fina’s thigh, her thumb tracing idle patterns as they both reveled in the afterglow of the evening. Exhausted, yes—but in the best way.
At home, they made quick work of unpacking their bags, setting aside their gifts for tomorrow. Marta closed the last cupboard and turned to Fina, her eyes warm and inviting. “Do you want to have one last drink with me before bed?”
Fina’s lips curved into a teasing smirk, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes. She took a step toward Marta, crossing her arms. “Have you already forgotten about your other Christmas present?”
The weight of her words hung in the air, and Marta stilled. Her blue-green eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in Fina’s teasing expression. “Forgotten?” she murmured, her voice lower now, softer. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else the entire evening.”
Fina chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “You think I’m too tired?” she asked, her tone laced with challenge “I don’t plan for either of us to sleep the entire night.” She stepped closer, her hips swaying purposefully, until she was standing directly over Marta, who had taken a seat at their dining table.
Marta tilted her head up, her gaze following the brunette as Fina leaned in, her hands bracing against the table and the back of Marta’s chair. The air between them turned electric as Fina’s lips hovered just over Marta’s. Her warm breath ghosted over Marta’s mouth, but before the blonde could close the gap, Fina pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a slow grin. “Stay right there,” she whispered, her voice a mix of command and promise.
Marta didn’t move a muscle, her eyes glued to Fina as she disappeared into their bedroom.
Inside, Fina peeled off her dress with deliberate care, her heart thundering in her chest. This moment had been planned, fantasized about, and now it was finally here. She slipped into the lingerie she had bought—a deep, jewel-toned purple that perfectly complemented her warm skin and dark hair. The set hugged her curves like a second skin, the lace framing her breasts and hips in a way that was almost sinful. She let her hair loose from its ponytail, fluffing it so it cascaded around her shoulders, adding an edge of wildness to her otherwise polished look.
With one last glance in the mirror, she strode confidently back toward Marta. She stopped just short of the dining room, leaning casually in the doorway. “Care to unwrap your Christmas present?” she called, her voice teasing and sultry.
Marta turned to look, and the effect was immediate. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating as they roamed over Fina’s body, taking in every detail. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, her breathing suddenly heavier.
“Oh, you definitely chose right,” Marta murmured, her voice rasping with desire.
Fina smirked and pointed upward. “I’m standing under the mistletoe,” she said, raising a playful brow. “What are you waiting for?”
Marta didn’t need to be told twice. She surged forward, her chair scraping back as she closed the distance between them in an instant. Her hands gripped Fina’s waist, pulling their bodies flush together, and her lips crashed against Fina’s with an intensity that stole the brunette’s breath.
The kiss was anything but gentle. It was desperate, raw, their mouths moving against each other like they had been starving for this. Marta’s hands roamed freely, sliding up Fina’s sides and over the curve of her hips before settling at the small of her back, pressing her even closer.
Fina gasped softly against Marta’s mouth, her own hands tangling in Marta’s blonde hair as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Their tongues met, a hot, slick slide that left them both trembling. Marta sucked gently on Fina’s tongue, drawing a low, needy moan from her, and the sound seemed to ignite something even more primal in Marta.
She pushed Fina back against the doorway, her body pinning the brunette’s firmly in place. Her lips trailed from Fina’s mouth to her jawline, then down the column of her neck. When she reached the sensitive spot just beneath Fina’s ear, she licked a slow, deliberate line before sinking her teeth lightly into the soft skin.
“God, Marta,” Fina breathed, her hands gripping the back of Marta’s shoulders as her head fell back against the wood.
Marta soothed the bite with her tongue, her lips following with gentle kisses before she returned to Fina’s mouth. This time, the kiss was dirtier, their tongues tangling in a way that made Fina’s knees weak. She clung to Marta, her nails digging lightly into the blonde’s back as heat pooled low in her belly.
Marta’s hands slid down, cupping Fina’s ass through the delicate lace, kneading it possessively before pulling her even closer. The friction between them was maddening, every movement sending sparks of pleasure through both their bodies.
Fina managed to regain just enough control to turn the tables. She pushed against Marta, guiding her back toward the table until Marta’s hips hit the edge. Breaking the kiss, Fina leaned back just enough to take in the sight before her—Marta, breathless and flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with want.
“You’re beautiful,” Fina murmured, her voice husky as she ran her hands up Marta’s arms, over the exposed skin of her shoulders.
Marta pulled Fina back in, her hands sliding up to cradle the brunette’s face as she kissed her again, just as intensely. Between kisses, she whispered, her voice rough with need, “You’re mine.”
Fina smiled against Marta’s lips, her heart racing. “Always.”
Fina’s breathing was uneven as she pushed Marta back onto the dining table, her eyes fixed on the blonde’s flushed face. Her fingers trailed lightly along Marta’s flat stomach, feeling the tautness of her muscles beneath the fabric of her dress. The subtle rise and fall of Marta’s chest gave away her anticipation, her lips parted as she sucked in shallow breaths.
Fina’s lips curled into a slow, sultry smile as she dropped to her knees in front of Marta. She pressed a kiss to Marta’s shin, soft and reverent, then moved upward, her mouth leaving a trail of heat along her lover’s skin. With deliberate care, she hooked her fingers under the hem of Marta’s dress, drawing it up inch by inch. The sound of the fabric sliding against Marta’s thighs seemed to echo in the room, mingling with the crackling of the fire in the distance.
Her kisses followed the path of her hands, warm and wet, brushing over the sensitive skin of Marta’s knees and inner thighs. Each press of her lips sent tremors through Marta, whose hands braced against the edge of the table for support.
"Fina," Marta breathed, her voice trembling.
Fina looked up, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. "Let me show you," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."
And she did. With every touch, every kiss, every flick of her tongue, Fina worshipped Marta’s body. Her hands gripped Marta’s thighs, holding her steady as she explored her with precision and devotion. Marta’s moans filled the room, her voice breaking on Fina’s name like a prayer.
Fina was relentless, her movements fueled by the sheer desire to give Marta everything she deserved. She reveled in every gasp, every arch of Marta’s back, every time her name spilled from Marta’s lips like a plea.
When Marta finally collapsed back against the table, spent and trembling, Fina pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thighs, soothing her. But she wasn’t done. She rose to her feet, leaning over Marta to capture her lips in a kiss that was both gentle and desperate. Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressed close as Fina helped Marta to her feet.
They moved to the couch, Fina’s hands never leaving Marta’s body. She guided her lover down, laying her gently against the cushions before claiming her lips again. The firelight cast a golden glow over them, illuminating the sheen of sweat on their skin as their bodies tangled together.
But even the couch wasn’t enough. In their passion, they found themselves on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace, the Christmas tree twinkling beside them. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat between them, the slide of their skin against each other, the way their bodies fit together like they were made for this.
Fina claimed Marta again and again, her kisses shifting between soft and hungry, her hands exploring every curve, every inch of skin. She held Marta close, their bodies moving in perfect sync, never breaking the connection between them. She loved the way Marta responded to her—the way she gasped, arched, and clung to Fina as if she were her anchor.
When Marta’s body gave out beneath her, trembling with the force of another orgasm, Fina finally let her catch her breath. She lay back, pulling Marta into her arms, letting the blonde rest against her chest. But Marta wasn’t content to simply lie there. She reached out, her hands sliding over Fina’s body with a purpose that made the brunette shiver.
Marta kissed her, deep and unhurried, her fingers exploring with the same tenderness Fina had shown her. Fina let herself get lost in the sensation, in the way Marta touched her like she was something precious.
But it wasn’t long before Fina took control again, rolling Marta onto her back and pinning her beneath her. She kissed her fiercely, their tongues tangling in a way that left them both gasping for air. Her hands roamed freely, memorizing every dip and curve of Marta’s body, every place that made her shudder.
"You're mine," Fina whispered against Marta's lips, her voice thick with emotion and desire.
"Always," Marta replied, her voice trembling with sincerity.
And Fina proved it, again and again, until Marta was left breathless, her body and mind completely overwhelmed.
Finally, as the fire burned low and the room fell into a peaceful hush, they lay tangled together on the soft rug. Marta’s head rested on Fina’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
“I love you,” Marta murmured, her voice soft but steady.
Fina kissed the top of her head, her arms tightening around her. “I love you more.”
Fina’s fingertips trailed gently along Marta’s spine. The fire crackled softly in the background, its warmth a comforting contrast to the cool air. The Christmas tree twinkled beside them, its tiny lights casting faint patterns across their entwined bodies.
Fina had planned it all in her head: the perfect proposal, the ideal moment. But what did any of that matter when this—this moment—already felt so perfect? Her heart was pounding, not from nerves but from the intensity of her love for Marta. She felt like she might burst if she didn’t speak the words right then and there.
Her voice was soft but steady as she asked, “Marry me?”
Marta stilled against her, then let out a small, surprised chuckle. She propped herself up on her elbows to look at Fina, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder. Her bright, expressive eyes searched Fina’s face, taking in the seriousness, the raw emotion.
Fina watched as Marta’s expression shifted through a thousand emotions—adoration, love, disbelief, and joy—all of them making her heart flutter wildly.
“I mean it,” Fina continued, her voice thick with emotion. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from Marta’s face. “There’s nothing that would make me happier than being your wife. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Marta. If it’s what you want, I’d do it all again—get down on one knee in the middle of the park or anywhere you’d like.”
Marta’s lips curved into a trembling smile, her eyes brimming with tears. She pressed her fingers softly to Fina’s lips, silencing her. “I don’t need a big gesture,” Marta said, her voice cracking with emotion.
But before she could say more, Fina suddenly sat up, leaving Marta momentarily confused. She returned moments later, wrapped in a soft bathrobe, and handed Marta her own. Marta slipped into it, watching Fina with a mixture of curiosity and overwhelming affection.
They sat up together, the firelight painting their faces with a golden glow. Marta’s hair was slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed, and Fina thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“I fall in love with you a thousand times every day,” Fina said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of her feelings. Her eyes locked with Marta’s, dark and earnest. “And I want it to keep happening for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you. I want to be yours in every single way—with every inch of flesh and bone in my body, with every ounce of love in my heart, with every thought in my mind, and with my entire soul. There has never been anything easier in this world than loving you, and I’ve done it every day since the moment I met you.”
Marta’s breath hitched, her tears spilling freely now. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and cupped Fina’s cheek. “Fina…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Fina smiled softly, her heart steady as she reached into the pocket of her bathrobe. She pulled out the small, dark box, and with her gaze fixed on Marta’s, she opened it to reveal the ring inside.
Marta gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The ring gleamed in the warm light, its design immediately recognizable. It was her mother’s engagement ring, the one she had admired as a little girl and dreamed of one day receiving.
“Where—?”
“Your father gave it to me today.” Fina’s voice was calm and unwavering as she held the box out to her. “So,” she said with a small smile, “will you marry me?”
Marta choked on a sob, her free hand reverently tracing the ring in the box. Her mind flashed with memories of her mother wearing it, and now, here it was—held out to her by the love of her life.
She looked up, her watery gaze meeting Fina’s. In that moment, there was no hesitation, no doubt. There had never been an easier answer.
Marta surged forward, crushing Fina into a tight embrace that sent them both tumbling back onto the rug. She kissed Fina fervently, her tears mingling with their kisses as she whispered, “Yes.” Between each kiss, she repeated it, her voice trembling but full of conviction. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Marta pulled back, her hands cradling Fina’s face. Her thumbs brushed away the tears on Fina’s cheeks as she looked at her with an expression so full of love it made Fina’s chest ache. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” Marta said earnestly.
Fina’s hands trembled as she grasped Marta’s left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. It was just slightly too big, but Marta didn’t seem to care. She admired it for a moment, her tears falling anew, before Fina pressed a kiss to the ring, then to Marta’s palm. She guided Marta’s hand to her own chest, over her heart, and smiled.
“I love you,” Fina said softly, her voice filled with wonder.
Marta’s expression softened as she replied in her usual poetic way, “I’ve always known my heart wasn’t made for me, Fina. It was made for you. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I mean that.”
Their lips met again, slow and tender, a kiss that spoke of forever.
When they finally pulled apart, Fina’s eyes were glossy but joyful as she whispered, “Merry Christmas, Marta.”
Marta smiled through her tears, her voice warm and full of love. “Merry Christmas, my love.”