A.n: I was inspired by a program about world war 1, when the soldiers were so weary with war, they left the trenches at Christmas to celebrate with their enemies for one night and then the next day it was back to business again.
This takes place after a Christmas day party at the mansion where magnetos merry band of mutants were invited. I own nothing.
"Please, kid, please tell me you didn't!" Logan grabbed her shoulders and shook her, willing it to not be true.
Marie just peeked up at him, humour dancing in her eyes at the pleading, rather desperate tone in the older ferals voice. "So what if I did? What would be the big deal about it?"
Logan saw her space out, a dreamy look in her eyes, a smile gracing her lips but the way she phrased her answer gave him hope that's she was just playing at making him jealous. The fact that he actually felt a surge of possessiveness was something he wasn't quite ready to analyze. "So you didn't?"
"Well I was tipsy from one to many a eggnog and we were under the mistletoe..." Marie trailed off.
Logans heart sank. "But did you kiss him or not?" He shook her again, frustrated with her obvious amusement with torturing him.
"Of course I did! Unlike everybody else here, I never were able to let my teenage hormones run rampant! Everyone else could but me, no way. I'm the leech, remember?! The only one else with the power to not be put in a hospital still sees me as a kid!" She snarled, and Logan bent his head in shame as it was obvious she meant him. She was right, she wasn't a kid anymore.
He slowly raised his head to meet her eyes, still disbelieving. "But why him? Of all mutants on God's green earth..." He trailed off.
Rogue got that dreamy, faraway look again. "Because he's the Sabretooth."