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last christmas

Last Christmas, they were still happy. Last Christmas, they were laughing as they drank eggnog. Last Christmas, they were missing under the mistletoe. Last Christmas, they were- Nevermind last Christmas, this was the here and now. 

As Christmas approached, he both dreaded the thought of seeing her but was also excited at the prospect of seeing her. Snap out of it Rogers, who knows if she would even show. And even if she did, she would probably have moved on. I mean, she did cheat on him with his best friend the day after on Boxing Day. But was it entirely her fault that she had strayed or was iit because maybe he should have stayed? 

We'll never know. We can only hope for the best right? It was never the same after that. There were a lot of fights and a lot of dark and stormy nights. And one night, without a word, she packed up and left. And that was the last he saw of her. 

He heard that she had run off to France to be with someone else, and he heard from another that she had returned to her old life in Russia before she met him, and from another, she was dead. He had hoped for the latter, meaning his heard wouldn't once again shatter, but knew deep down that he still fucking loved her. And it fucking hurt. 

On Christmas Day, his worst fear came through when he spotted her holding a glass of champagne, Dom Perignon, specifically, another man's arm on her waist, laughing. She seemed happy. But was she? She glanced at him from across the room and her face fell. And so did his confidence. All that I don't care attitude, the confident facade, all faltered He stood frozen, mouth gaping open as she made her way across the room to him, grabbing another glass of champagne on her way. It wasn't until she had put the glass of champagne in his hand when he realised she was right in front of him. 

"Oh my god. It's you." He gasps, at a loss for words. 

She smiles. Her smile is sweet. He missed her smile. "Hey stranger."

"Hey," He rasps back, gulping the entire flute of champagne, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. 

She sighs. "It's been a year." Yeah no shit, it doesn't surprise him. 

He's reminded of that famous quote. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. What happened between them was history, the past, yesterday, long forgotten and put behind them. Right now they were in the moment, god they were the fucking moment. God knows what tomorrow might bring. But right here right now, he had her and she had him and somehow Christmas was a lot more magical. Maybe they were the right person wrong time troupe, or maybe they were cursed and could only love on Christmas day. But they had to treasure it, for it was the only gift they wanted this Christmas. And maybe the next and the one after and the next and all that. But that was all up to fate and mystery, which neither of them wanted to think about right now. 

She smirks, grabs his champagne flute and places it on the tray of the waiter waking by along with hers. "Let's get out of here."

He smiles back. "Where to?"

"I'm gonna give you the best White Christmas," she says, grabbing him by the hand and the two laugh as they run out of the party. 

"I'm counting on it," he replies, quoting her quote from all those years ago. 

She smiles, looks up at the sky where the snow is falling down on them. He catches his breath as he admires her beauty, from her green eyes to her red hair to her pale skin. She catches him staring and smiles with a twinkle in his eyes. 

"I love you." He whispers. 

She smirks. "I know."

"God it feels weird to say that out loud." He catches himself, suddenly blushing at the fact that he blurted what he was not supposed to blurt. 

"I love you too." She replies, smiling back. 

And without warning, his lips crash into her and she doesn't pull away, leaning into it. As the snow falls around them and the lights of the party reflecting against their skin, they look perfect. It is perfect. Almost anyways, for now. 

Until it wasn't again the next morning. They had awoke next to each other the next day, the memories of the last night coming in flashbacks and echoes. 

It was freezing cold outside, but their warm bodies tangled up in the sheets and tangled up in each other made it a little warmer. Sweat glistened off their bodies as a result of their love making, her hair tousled and a little bit of a mess, her lips swollen and her neck covered in hickies. They lay next to one another, his hand on her waist and her fingers tracing his toned abdomen. He kisses her neck gently and she moans, flipping over so that she's on top of him, grinding down onto him. He groans and she smirks as she feels him get hard beneath her. 

"So eager already hmmm," she teases, moving her hips so that it's aligned against her folds. 

He thrusts into her roughly and she gasps. Before she can adjust to it, he flips her over so that he's now on top, his hands pinning her arms to the bed as he moves slowly in and out of her. 

"Only for you babe, only for you." He mumbles, picking up the pace. 

And they seem to go at it the whole night, only falling asleep in each others arms in the early morning. 

"I have to go." She gasps, getting dressed again.

His heart falls. But he knows that there is nothing he can do to make her stay. "Okay."

"Okay?" She was expecting him to beg her to stay, but perhaps this was for the best. 

He looks down and sighs. "We'll meet again if fate allo it, if not then, this is goodbye."

She nods and leaves before emotions come crashing down all over again. 

And they do meet again. Every Christmas, same year, same time, same place. And they do the same damn thing over and over again. Every Christmas, without fail, while reminiscing the last for the rest of the year, hoping, pining and waiting for the magic of Christmas each time it comes. 

A/N: well obviously its way way way too early for christmas but i have no motivation and have no idea what to write / post so heres a angsty christmasy thing i guess- 

^^edited cause the video stopped working ;(