Mistletoe
Sabretooth crashed into Birdy and pinned her to the ground, shielding her body from the barrage of bullets that zipped and shredded the bushes around them. Birdy could feel lumpy, wet snow underneath her plush winter coat but she lay still after Sabretooth growled a command to stay put. He charged over the hedge and his roar drowned out the staccato rat-a-tat of gunfire.
A blanket of quiet fell with the snow. A few more random popping bursts then a roar, then screaming, then silence. Long seconds ticked by. There was no crunch of boots in the snow but then he was there, his growl startling Birdy and she squeaked in surprise as he hovered over her, bracing himself on bloody hands and knees.
"Oh, you!" she exclaimed, smacking his chest with a gloved hand. "A little warning next time would be nice."
Sabretooth smiled down at his telepathic assistant. "Where's the fun in that?" He chuckled at her eyerolling response before craning his head up, looking directly skyward. "Well, ain't that somethin'," he said, almost casually.
"What?" Birdy asked, still trapped beneath her employer. When he flicked his chin up, Birdy followed with her eyes. "Big deal," she shrugged. "A bunch'a leaves and berries in a half dead tree."
Creed laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "Girl, you weren't never a Girl Scout, were ya?" When Birdy scrunched up her face at Creed's implied insult, he simply laughed again, shrugged a shoulder and said, "Can't say I didn't honor tradition."
"What on Earth are you-" The rest of Birdy's question was broken off by Creed's lips crashing into hers.