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Dec. 25th, 2011 | 01:33 am
mood: accomplished
music: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog - My Freeze Ray

Title: A Very Hotte Christmas [part 1?]
Author: ant1matter

Fandom: Hand aufs Herz [Jenny/Emma]
Rating: light T [vaguely sexual situation]
Word Count: 2491
Summary: Hotte's back for Christmas.
Author's Note 1: Where it turns to crap around the 1000 word mark? Yeah, everything after that was written after 10pm on Christmas Eve [it's currently 1:30am and I've just finished]. Please forgive the ridiculousness of the rest of it. I may or may not continue this, but if I do you'll probably have to wait until next Christmas. Or at least New Year's Day. Also, I'm pretty sure this is the longest one-shot I've ever done.

Author's Note 2: My lovely readers, I hope every single one of you has an amazing day tomorrow, whether you celebrate Christmas or not. May your holidays be filled with family, friends, good fortune, and good food. You're all wonderful.

Christmas morning had been many things to them over the years. It had been the loud, buzzing excitement of Emma's house, with all her siblings and cousins gathered in the living room. It had been long, lazy mornings of sleeping in and hot cocoa when they finally had the peace of their own apartment. It had even been bittersweet, when Jenny had been dragged to London for Christmas with her extended family, leaving Emma with Andrew and her parents in a house that, with Madison and Daniel gone, was much too quiet.

But it had never been quite this early.

This Christmas, Emma opened her eyes to the incessant screeching of their alarm clock and almost immediately shut them again. The digital readout said 4:30am. With a groan, she rolled over and buried her face in Jenny's neck.

“Make it be quiieeett...” the brunette whined, pulling the comforter up over both of their heads in a desperate attempt to block out the noise.

“That would require moving,” Emma replied into her collarbone.

“It's on your side!” Jenny argued back.

“Which is unfair,” Emma said, slowly stretching her limbs out under the covers. When it became obvious the blonde would go back to sleep until the alarm shut itself up if necessary, Jenny propped herself up on one arm and leaned across her prone girlfriend, fumbling blindly for the alarm. Emma sighed in relief when the room filled with silence, her breath warming Jenny's bare shoulder. Jenny flopped back onto the bed, now properly, and grumpily, awake.

“We should get up,” she said into the darkness. There was a muffled “mmmph” in reply. “No, really,” she continued. “Hotte's plane lands in two hours.”

“Bastard can get himself here.”

“Nuh-uh,” Jenny said, nudging Emma repeatedly. “We said we'd meet him there. Now get up before I'm forced to make you get up.”

“Go ahead,” came the still-muffled reply.

Jenny sighed in melodramatic exasperation and let one of her hands, now cold from being exposed to the slightly chilly air, slide under Emma's pajama shirt. The blonde made a squeaking noise and tried to roll away, succeeding in flopping onto her back. Her eyes, however, remained shut. “Oh, come on,” Jenny muttered, before yanking the covers down and kicking them to the end of the bed. Emma opened one eye and glared at her.

“You are really determined to get me out of this bed, aren't you? Aren't you usually trying to get me in it?” she said with a slight smirk.

“Oh, hush you. Get moving, I'll make it worth your while. I promise,” Jenny replied, climbing out of bed. She pulled the tank top she'd slept in over her head and let it hit the floor. “I'm going for a shower,” she said, as Emma's smirk turned to an appreciative grin. “Coming?”

She walked down the hallway towards the flat's washroom, swaying her pink underwear-clad hips and stretching her arms upwards, tensing the defined muscles in her shoulders and back.

“Coming!” Emma gave in a delayed reply, then giggled to herself at the unintentional double entendre. Now fully awake, she quickly scrambled out of bed and followed her all-too-tempting girlfriend down the hall.

---

Almost a full hour, one empty water tank, and a very fulfilled promise later, the two finally stumbled into their kitchen, the call of coffee and breakfast too strong to resist. Emma leaned against the counter to put the kettle on, still rather weak at the knees. On her way to the fridge, Jenny paused and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her exposed neck, sending another wave of tingles and shivers through her.

“Glad you got up now?” she murmured against her skin.

“Mmhm, very.”

“Good, 'cause that's forty-five less minutes we have to get ourselves together and get to the airport,” Jenny said cheekily, winding her arm around Emma and resting her chin on the blonde's shoulder, leaning against her.

“Hey, it's not like it wasn't worth it for you,” Emma replied in mock indignation as she completed her simple task. She turned around, the kettle humming contentedly behind her.

“Hm, true,” Jenny said with an acquiescing smile. She leaned down slightly, closing the distance between them to press her lips to Emma's. The kiss quickly deepened and it wasn't until the kettle began boiling and then clicked itself off that they finally disentangled themselves.

“Stop that,” Emma said, tapping the end of Jenny's nose playfully, “or we'll never get out of here. Go make breakfast.” She turned back to the counter and poured the contents of the kettle into their glass coffee maker. The sharp, rich aroma of strong coffee filled the room. Jenny strode back and forth across the small kitchen, from fridge to stove, putting together a half-decent Christmas breakfast. It was almost 5:30 and their goal was to be out of the house by 6 to meet Hotte when his plane landed at 7:00.

After devouring scrambled eggs on toast, they ran around doing some last-minute tidying and then took a moment to placate the cat. Sigmund, the black-and-white bundle of anxiety, insecurity, and fur who'd taken up residence with them a year ago, would probably be thrown into fits of jealousy and terror by visitors, so they apologized in advance with a special Christmas kitty-breakfast and a quick cuddle. Then they were out the door.

---

Koln airport was surprisingly busy for 6:52 am on Christmas morning, Emma thought as they found themselves a couple of hard plastic seats near Security. With any luck, they'd be able to see him coming through rather soon.

“What a way to spend Christmas morning...” Jenny sighed, resting her head on Emma's shoulder and playing with her fingers.

“I know, love,” Emma replied, sounding sleepy. “But it's only once. Hotte really wanted to come home for Christmas this year.”

“I'm not saying I don't want him here... I love Hotte, and I know you miss him a lot. But he couldn't have taken a later flight?”

“You know it's the only one that wasn't booked.”

“I know, I know. I'm just grumbling 'cause I'm tired.”

“Oh, now you're tired?” Emma said teasingly, fixing Jenny with a mock glare.

“Hey, don't you look at me like that! If I hadn't gotten you out of bed we'd still be at home, and Hotte'd be stranded at the airport!”

“Why would I be stranded at the airport?” Emma's eyes widened in surprise as a distinctly familiar voice came from behind them.

“Hotte!” Emma shouted delightedly, practically leaping over the row of seats to be pulled into a tight hug. Hotte, who'd somehow grown even taller after leaving high school, lifted the short blonde off her feet and spun her around, making her yelp and giggle, arms wrapped around his neck. “Put me down, you oaf!” she laughed, slapping his shoulder playfully. Hotte acquiesced and placed her feet back on the ground, but didn't let her go for another moment. When she finally broke away, grinning ear-to-ear and flush with excitement, Hotte turned to Jenny and swept her up in a similarly enthusiastic embrace.

“How are my two favourite ladies this fine Yuletide morning?” he asked cheekily, putting an arm around each of their shoulders.

“Tired,” Emma replied, still beaming delightedly, “and it's all your fault.” Hotte's grin immediately dropped and he pulled her to him, dramatically cradling her head against his chest.

“Oh, you poor, poor dear,” he murmured. “How will you ever recover?” Emma exploded into another fit of giggles as he stroked her hair, still in-character. “Come, Jenny, we must get her home before she perishes.”

Jenny fished the keys out of her coat pocket and led the other two, still laughing together, to the airport doors.

---

“This is it. Home sweet home! It's pretty small, but there's just two of us. Three, if you count the cat.”

“The cat? You've got a cat?”

“Mmmhm,” Emma said, peeking around the living room for any sign of Sigmund. She called him with a soft trill and then, suddenly, a little black-splotched white head peered around the corner from the hallway. Two clear green eyes surveyed the room cautiously. Emma repeated the noise and he took a few tentative steps into the room, eyes fixed on Hotte.

“You're communing with the beasts now?” the young man asked, looking back and forth between his friend, kneeling on the floor, and the cat who was still coming slowly towards them. “What else have I missed?”

“He's not too fond of strangers,” Jenny explained, also watching the blonde, “but Emma's got a way of getting him to cooperate.”

Finally, Sigmund came close enough for Emma to reach a hand out and rub his head softly. With her other hand, she tugged Hotte down beside her by the sleeve of his sweater. “Come on, he won't bite,” she said, indicating he should put a hand out as well. The cat sniffed the hand cautiously, then rubbed his head against it, apparently accepting this new person. “See, Siggy?” Emma said with a grin, watching him sidle up to Hotte for more scratches, “people aren't all evil.”

---

Not much later, the three friends had settled onto the couch, mugs of tea in their hands and various Christmassy foods spread out on the coffee table. They talked about the recent events in their lives, Hotte's work as a freelance magician, Emma's final year of teacher's college, and Jenny's job at the hospital. Hotte went on about the excitement of Las Vegas and Emma told him where their friends were; Luzi's music career, Lara's university volleyball team winning the finals, and Ben's upcoming wedding, among other developments.

“Wow,” Hotte said as she finished the final tale. “It feels like just yesterday we were all a bunch of high school students, singing and dancing, and now we're old enough to get married...”

Suddenly, Emma turned to Jenny. “Okay, come on, we have to tell him,” she said quietly. Jenny bit her lip, then nodded slowly, breaking into a wide grin as she did.

Emma spun back around to face Hotte, beaming. “I have something to show you!” she said, excitement bubbling into giggles. With one hand she reached into the neck of her shirt, pulling out a thin silver chain, a ring of the same colour dangling from it.

“No way...” he says, slightly incredulous. Emma nods, still beaming. “Oh my god, Emma! You guys! That's amazing!” He pulls his friend into a tight hug, grinning madly. He looked up to see Jenny watching them and grinned at her over the blonde's shoulder. “Where's yours?”

Jenny reached into her own shirt and pulled up an identical chain. Emma disentangled herself from Hotte and they both held the rings up, showing him the pale blue stone in Emma's and the pinkish-red in Jenny's. He 'ooh'-ed and 'aah'-ed at the tiny hearts carved in the bands and congratulated them again, ecstatic.

“So?” he said finally.

“So... what?”

“Well, when did this happen? Who asked who? Details, girls!”

“Last Tuesday...” Emma said.

“And I asked her,” Jenny continued.

“And obviously, I said yes.”

Hotte looked at Jenny. “Come on, I need more than that. How did you ask her?”

“Oh, it was totally romantic... candles everywhere, and roses, and-”

“She started talking about the curtains,” Emma interjected.

“The curtains?”

“Don't ask.”

“Had you been talking about it, or was it a surprise?”

“Well,” Emma began, “we had kind of been talking about it, now that we'd actually be able to get married. I wasn't expecting it, though.”

“I bought the rings months ago, and then I couldn't work up the courage,” Jenny said, laughing slightly. “I didn't want to do anything too soon.”

“Too soon? You guys have been together... what, five years?” Hotte said.

“Yeah, but we're only twenty-three.”

“I don't think it matters,” Hotte said, a serious look in his eyes despite his grin, “if any couple's ready for this, it's you two.”

The two women shared a smile, and their hands twined together as they used the others to replace their rings under their shirts.

“We're planning on telling everyone at the party tonight,” Emma explained, “then we can wear them properly. We're still kind of getting used to it ourselves, so...”

“We wanted to wait to tell everyone.”

“Understandable. Now, what's this about a party?”

“Oh! We're having a Christmas party here after dinner with Luzi and her mom. Which reminds me, we need to bake those cookies to bring to Luzi's.”

“Cookies?” Hotte asked before draining the rest of his tea, “I like the sound of that. Let's get started!”

---

Twenty minutes later, Jenny, covered in flour, had been relegated to reading instructions off the recipe they'd pulled up on the computer as Hotte used his height to pull ingredients out of the shelves, handing them to Emma who was carefully measuring and pouring. The cat had once again disappeared, terrified away by the incident that ended in Jenny white with flour and her subsequent exile from the kitchen. The three worked fairly smoothly from that point on and half an hour later, and with no further incidents, they had two dozen chocolate-chip cookies cooling on the counter.

“They look good,” Jenny said, surveying the results of their effort.

“Mmmhm,” Emma murmured in reply. “What time is it?”

Jenny glanced at the kitchen clock. “Just past 1.”

“We said we'd be there early to help Luzi and Karin with supper,” Emma explained to Hotte. “We should probably head out soon.

---

Soon, the three were walking to Jenny and Emma's car, a plastic container of cookies tucked under Hotte's arm.

“Excited to see everyone again?” Emma asked as she slid into the driver's seat, her breath making little clouds of white in the chilly December air.

“You don't even know how excited,” Hotte replied, breaking into a wide grin.

“I should probably mention,” Emma said, starting the car and pulling on her seatbelt, “that nobody but Karin knows you're coming yet.”

“Even better,” he said, and Emma could practically see him running the possibilities through his mind. “Oooh, I should enter with a magical flourish! Like when I left! You don't happen to have a sheet with you, do you?”

Emma turned to Jenny, and they shared a look. This was going to be good.

TBC?

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)
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Thanks so much, Jewels, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Happy holidays to you and Leoni!

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from: sones502
date: Dec. 25th, 2011 01:31 pm (UTC)
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Loved it! Great job Kinz! And yes, continue! ;)

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:57 am (UTC)
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Thanks Sones! I'll work on the next part if I can. Happy holidays!

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carolberryart

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from: carolberryart
date: Dec. 25th, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)
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Super romantic, their engagement was a great touch! I am hoping you have the time to continue this in the near future!

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:56 am (UTC)
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Thanks for commenting! I kind of threw the engagement in on a whim, because I thought it'd be neat to link it to some of my other one-shots and drabbles (even though I changed their ages from 25 to 23 for this one). I'm really glad you liked that part!

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from: ptcruz
date: Dec. 25th, 2011 02:50 pm (UTC)
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Liked it a lot! Very cute, you must continue. :)

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:53 am (UTC)
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Thanks Tiggs, I'm glad you liked it!

(Also, I don't comment enough, so I just want to say that I've been keeping up with "What if it Happened This Way" and enjoying it.)

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~InAsEnSe~

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from: lazerbug2006
date: Dec. 25th, 2011 02:58 pm (UTC)
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LOVED it! An awesome little surprise for me to read on Christmas morning~ :) Hope you can continue as well.

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
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Good to know my plan worked... I wanted it to be there for most people on Christmas morning. Thanks for the comment, I hope you had a good Christmas!

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Myriam Rodríguez

Merry Christmas

from: myriamrc
date: Dec. 25th, 2011 03:16 pm (UTC)
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A nice surprise to wake up too ... good read ~:-b

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ant1matter

Re: Merry Christmas

from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:48 am (UTC)
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I'm glad you liked it. Happy holidays!

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melanim

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from: melanim
date: Dec. 25th, 2011 09:10 pm (UTC)
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This was great Hope you do continue it :)

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:47 am (UTC)
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Thanks! I'm thinking about continueIng it, we'll see. I think Run needs to be worked on next, though.

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hollie_1201

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from: hollie_1201
date: Dec. 26th, 2011 05:17 am (UTC)
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I really, really love this :)

I like how Emma isn't a morning person and how it takes a little persuasion from Jenny to get her moving.

I miss Hotte in HaH but this fic really captured his character well.

The baking part was awesome, especially with Jenny and the flour.

You need to continue this!

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:44 am (UTC)
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I really liked writing that first scene... I just kept thinking about what it would take to get me (totes not a morning person) out of bed willingly at 4:30 on Christmas morning and it worked. On the other hand, I don't think the baking scene came out that great, so I'm (pleasantly) surprised to know you enjoyed it. And I'm glad you like my Hotte, 'cause he's just so much fun to write. Thanks for commenting!

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partoetorno

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from: partoetorno
date: Dec. 26th, 2011 02:12 pm (UTC)
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Oh! Wonderful!!!! As ever beautiful story!!! And the part with sig and jenny and the flour? Hilarious!!!! You have to go on!!!
Thanks!!!!!

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ant1matter

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from: ant1matter
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
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Haha, I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for commenting, and happy holidays!

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mel_datsme

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from: mel_datsme
date: Dec. 27th, 2011 10:27 am (UTC)
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nicely written! however, it was over before i was ready, so please continue.

i liked that jenny & emma seem "old couple" sometimes and then again not. so that's what they're like after being together 5 years? also enjoyed the 'reuniting' at the airport and later on, when they show hotte their engagement rings, how supportive he is. great friendship they've got there (and i like that you've kept that aspect of hotte/emma's relationship congruent with how they are in HaH). also like that jenny has been integrated into that close friendship as well and at many levels.

but it ended before they even got to luzi's... and there is no more to read (*super sad face*) and i can't seem to choose between Run and this one, i.e. which one i'd like to see a chapter of, next.

Aw heck, whichever you write next will be fine, just please make it soon and thank you for this Christmas gift. :)

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I might have....

from: anonymous
date: Jan. 5th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
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forgotten to comment earlier to say that this one was really nice. I love the Jemma cuteness :). Finally, I'm just gonna go ahead and assume that the TBC? is a rhetorical question ;).

/Jemmainlove

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