It's Christmas, sweetface!

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"Good morning, my love!"

Tiffany deposited a kiss on the cheek of Nica who was still asleep. She brought one of her hands up to the woman's cheek and caressed it.

"It's Christmas today... And yesterday I spent all my time preparing our meals. I'm pretty sure that today I can make you really happy."

Tiffany continued to talk while Nica lay asleep. She got out of bed excitedly and wrapped herself in a red robe that she loved to wear. She walked to the bathroom so she could attend to her morning hygiene.

One thing about Tiffany was to be admired, besides her courage to kill anyone in cold blood, she was a very persistent woman with what she wanted and desired. It took a long time before Nica could accept this feeling from Tiff. Nica was resistant, she couldn't trust Tiffany after everything the blonde put her through. Some things became unforgivable, others Nica buried, she had eventually given up fighting Tiffany and the feeling she felt for her. She surrendered pretending to love Tiffany so she could ironically live in peace, since there never was any such thing in her life and Tiffany certainly believed it.

"Tiff?" Nica roused herself trying to sit up in bed.

"Coming, my love! I'm just finishing my bath."

"Great." Nica murmured, staring at the ceiling of the bed thinking of absolute nothingness. She missed Alice for a moment. Remembering how much the little girl loved Christmas.

"So... What do you say? Am I pretty enough today for our first Christmas?

Nica moved her eyes towards Tiffany, who was leaning on the bathroom door with a wicked smile on her lips, wearing a red dress up to her knees, a cap on her head and red lipstick on her lips.

"You look great, Tiff..." She forced a smile propped her elbows on the bed making her body rise briefly.

"Today is Christmas... And I really wish you could loosen me up a little. It hurts so much." Tiffany looked at the handcuffs on Nica's hands, she used to handcuff her all the time and even to sleep.

"I'm sorry, sweetface, you know I can't do that... we've already talked about you asking me that."

"But... Tiff, it's Christmas... Please..."

"Nica, the last time I trusted you, you tried to kill me! Kill me! I don't trust your pretty little hands, baby. I'm sorry..."

Nica just took a deep breath.

"Can you then at least let me out of bed? I need to go to the bathroom." Tiffany smiled and walked towards Nica, pulled out the wheelchair and left it beside the bed so that Nica could sit down. She sat down next to Nica. She took one of her hands inside her breasts and removed the key from the handcuffs. She gave Nica a brief kiss on her forehead and released her, but kept holding the woman's wrists tightly so he could handcuff her to the chair.

"Come, my love. I'll help you!" She restrained her again, this time leaving onlyy one hand of Nica's handcuffed. She stuck the key between her breasts and then helped Nica move her legs off the bed. Nica lifted her arms and with a quick momentum sat up in her wheelchair. Tiffany smiled proudly.

"You don't need me to sit down anymore." Said the blonde clapping her hands together.

"I never had to..." Nica thought.

Nica guided her chair to the bathroom. She watched herself until Tiffany appeared in the bathroom carrying the clothes that Nica would wear for Christmas.

"I bought these clothes for you. What do you think? I thought you'd look beautiful dressed in red like me."

Nica just smiled pretending to like it. Tiffany tried to dress Nica in the clothes she had chosen. It was a knee-length red dress, thin black stockings, and a bow on her head with deer antlers. Tiffany was amazed to see Nica dressed, placed a kiss on Nica's forehead, and got behind Nica's chair so she could push it over. They went into the living room while Tiffany yammered on for miles of things that Nica's brain could no longer process. Tiffany's voice was not even coming through her ears anymore. All it took was for the blonde to start talking too much for her to shut her voice out of her head.She parked her chair in front of the fireplace, which was turned off. Nica stared at it and wished it would set the whole house on fire. She smiled imagining this scenario.