"Kurt," she whispers, gently stroking his face, before placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

He groans, rubbing his nose against her cheek, and attempts to bury himself deeper into the bed, pulling her closer, unintelligible excuses rumbling from his lips.

It wasn't that he wasn't a morning person…to be honest, his personality was pretty much the same no matter the time of day, but she always did have a problem getting him out of bed first thing in the morning. He claimed it was all her fault - not wanting to vacate the warm embrace of a beautiful woman, naked in his bed. She'd slapped his chest, leaving a boyish grin on his face the first time he'd given that excuse.

In the years since then, she'd found there was only one way to get him out of bed.

"Don't make me pull out my secret weapon," she teases.

His arms wrap tighter around her, eliciting no verbal response to her threat but the even keel of his breaths, heavy with slumber.

The sound of Sawyer's little feet padding down the hallway, echo into their room, the shrieks of anticipation and excitement following shortly after.

"Fine, you asked for it," she mumbles to herself, scooting impossibly close to him, her chest firmly pressed up against him, her mouth mere centimeters from his own, her feet glide across the sheets, slipping in between his calves…

"Oh fuck," his eyes fly open, and he shirks away from her.

Jane couldn't hold back her mirth in watching him have such a visceral reaction.

"I warned you," she gets out through her laughter.

"Get those things away from me," he protests, turning over onto his back, his hands coming to sweep across his exhausted face. "It should be illegal to have feet that cold. You should have that checked out."

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," she smiles, rolling out of bed, her naked form accosted by goosebumps, raising the ink covering her skin, causing a visible shiver.

She moves to the small dresser by the bed, opening the drawers, rummaging through Kurt's shirts, attempting to look somewhat presentable, if not fully clothed, while opening presents with the family.

"Come on, Kurt, Sawyer's going to have all the presents open before we even get out of there,"she reasons, half whines like a little kid excited to get her own presents.

"Patience," he counters back.

Letting his arms flop down onto the bed from his face, he finds Jane, back turned to him, still stark naked, bent over, digging through his clothes.

"Wait, don't open that," he calls out, as she moves to open the bottom drawer, jumping quickly to get out of the bed.

But it's too late.

She slowly turns around, his attention bypassing her bare body, and immediately zoning in on the black velvet box shaking in her nervous hands.

He steps in front of her, gently grabbing the box from her hands.

Emerald eyes glisten up at him, and he find his hand making its way to the back of his neck, rubbing the nerves out.

"This…uhh, wasn't exactly how I pictured this happening," he starts.

"Yes," she spits out, shocking both herself and him.

He chuckles with amusement, "You didn't even let me ask."

Looking down embarrassed, always having to be in control of the situation, she seems to come to a realization, and meets his eyes.

"One condition, though."

His smile falters, fearful of what her stipulation will be.

"We cannot tell our children that we got engaged while we were naked," she says in absolute seriousness, her lip twitching into a grin.

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AN: This came from the prompt: "Wait, don't open that!" Upon seeing that, I immediately thought of Jane finding her engagement ring…before Kurt actually proposed, and this is what came of that.