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Cady woke up in the middle of the night. It was technically 25 of December, already Christmas, and the excitement of the presents under the tree got her jumping off her bed.
She climbed of the stairs quietly, thinking of having an advantage and peeking at the presents before Gemma woke up, though she quickly hid behind the wall as she reached the last step.
In the middle of the living room, only lit by the Christmas tree's flickering lights, she found two people rummaging around it, moving stuff here and there while on their knees. The first one was clearly Gemma, which was strange to see up at this hour since Megan had finally managed to make Gemma follow a proper sleeping schedule, but the other person was slightly shorter, wearing a familiar suit, clad in red and white with fluffy ruffles and black boots.
It seemed that Cady went downstairs too early, since the pair was just placing the many wrapped boxes under the tree, chatting hushedly about the best organization. They seemed to have different opinions about a particularly big box, but in the end the cute Santa Claus took the final decision as she took the box from Gemma's hands in a swift, decisive move before leaning forward.
Cady had to cover a surprised –not really– gasp with her hand as this daring Santa Claus easily silenced Gemma (which was in itself an incredible feat) with a firm kiss.
At first Gemma stilled, not unlike an awkward statue, before she slowly melted into the kiss and sank further into her knees. Her hands slowly rose to land on Santa Claus's hips. A giggle escaped her as she argued, but now lacking the bite. Santa Claus's delicate hands cupped Gemma's jaw decisively and brought her closer. They shifted to their side, never letting go of eachother, and Santa's long and luscious dark blonde hair blocked the view.
It was a somewhat sweet scene to observe, if it weren't for the fact that it was 4 in the morning, Cady had just woken up, and the pair making out was preventing her from going rampage on the presents wrappings.
Cady inwardly sighed, defeated, deciding to return later instead and save herself the need to bleach her eyes in the morning.
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Once the sun began peeking out from the horizon, melting some of the snow that had fallen overnight, Cady finally sprung out of bed once again. This time not caring about stealth and going instead to the tree.
I'm the midst of ripping apart innocent wrapping paper, Megan, dressed in a lustrous and absolutely expensive pajama set, asked Cady how she had slept.
Her response made Gemma almost spit her hot mint cocoa.
"Apparently Santa is real and she has the hots for my mom."
Of course, it had been impossible not to recognise the Christmas themed outfit that Megan had chosen to wear the day before, even in the dark living room.
"It was about time anyway." Cady said as she unwrapped a medium sized rebuildable robot –without consciousness, thankfully– to practice her skills on, courtesy of Megan. "But right in front of the tree?"