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"I'm impressed John, I've never dated anyone who could cook before."
"Hey! I cooked for ya, ya idjit!"
Glaring at her ex from the counter, the kitchen was a flurry of activity of stuffing turkeys, kneading dough and simmering sauces on the burners. The oven was being preheated in the best way, making another batch of cookies that might not all make it to the dessert buffet. Setting another batch of buns to rise, Rogue went to go wash her hands.
"I chipped a tooth on your biscuits!" Bobby called from where he was helping his boyfriend with a turkey.
"It was my first batch, and I was nervous!" Rogue growled, wiping her hands on a tea towel and looking for what to get to next.
"Well, I admit you're a great cook now, but we went our separate ways before you mastered the culinary realm. So I'm looking forward to trying John's deep fried turkey without having to worry about him setting the school on fire this time." Bobby laughed, leaping off his stool as his onetime girlfriend got to some locker room games with her damp tea towel.
"Oh just stand still and take it like a man!" Rogue snarled, whipping and snapping at him as she chased him around the kitchen.
"Coming through!" Kitty called, switching batches of cookies and setting the latest to cool.
"Where's your boyfriend anyway?" Bobby asked in an attempt to distract her finding himself cornered.
"He's my Mister." Rogue corrected with a few playful snaps of the towel.
"What's the difference?" Trying to shield his tender bits, Bobby lowered his arm as she looked to consider his question.
"Cause there's nothing boy about him, he's all man." Rogue said, throwing the towel over her shoulder and walking off.
"Preach it!" Kitty called from the stove.
"Hey Kitty, do you still got that poster of him?" John asked, wrist deep in his turkey getting the giblets out.
"...no." Kitty answered quietly, already making her way out of the kitchen.
"Poster?" Rogue asked, knowing a lie when she smelt one.
"John you're an asshole!" Kitty shrieked, bolting up the stairs.
"What poster!?" Rogue called after her, torn between her baking and chasing after her friend to find out.
"Custom, she got it blown up from a picture she took." Stealing a piping hot cookie, Bobby leaned up against the counter cooling it as only he could.
"...I'm going to have to confiscate that." Rogue sniffed, walking off to have a peek at the cookies baking.
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"I hope you got your cup on Wolvie, cause you got a slap shot comin' at ya!"
Racing down the asphalt on a breakaway, Jubilee put all she had behind the ball and let it sail. For all her trash talk though Logan was a heck of a goalie, the shot blocked and the game back on, the two teams fighting for control. Down at the opposite end of the driveway turned rink, Pete stood as a nearly impenetrable goal keeper himself. It was a different kind of summit, the Russian and the Canadian left to duke out for the honour of their countries by keeping the orange ball out of their nets.
"So this is how you celebrate your first Thanksgiving?"
Seated on the steps playing referee, Ororo had to make sure the kids didn't get too rough but with Colossus and the Wolverine on guard at least she didn't have to worry about the goalies getting hurt from all the shots taken at them. Looking to her guest, Silverfox joined her and handed off a mug of tea.
"Is my daughter behaving herself?" Silverfox asked with a look to Rahne.
"Just about as much as one former student of mine, but I think this is a good outlet for their rivalry. I may have let a few things go that I might have called the other students on, but they keep the dirty tricks limited to each other." Ororo whispered a bit conspiratorially.
"It's nice to see her having fun, act her age as it were. For all her years I still see her just as she looks. Then again, isn't that what all mothers say? Ever the child no matter how old they get?"
"I believe I understand that all too well, I have a handful who will always be my students. It is a fine tradition, following in the footsteps of a friend and mentor who had his own."
"Dammit Pete, ya just gave that to the Canucks!" Jubilee swore, glaring at Rahne who had just showed her up with a slap shot of her own.
"Ye be a hundred years too young ta think yuir going to beat me at me own game!" Rahne taunted.
"Oh bite me!" Jubilee snapped.
"Gladly!"
"Girls!?"
The pair looked across the drive and appeared suitably scolded, shaking hands and taking their places for the next round. Only when she was sure they wouldn't see did Ororo let herself look to her companion with a smile she hid behind her mug of tea.
"What's the score?" Silverfox asked.
"One nothing, the Canucks in the lead."
With Logan sporting a Leaf's Jersey, many on his team had other teams in showing from Vancouver to Ottawa and Edmonton, Rahne in a Canadien's Jersey that had been loaned to her. Most of the rest just ran in T-shirts, a few of the rivals wearing Jersies of their own making just where the line had been drawn, Canada verse America.
"Hey Old Man, I wonder if you were in the stands the last time the Leafs won a cup!?" Jubilee called, trying another shot on the net.
Blocking the shot, Rahne was just as fast as a fox to break off down for another shot herself, but this time the Colossus in the net didn't flinch. The kids were getting into it, joining in a rivalry between the girls and forgetting the one between nations.
"Yap, yap, yap. That's all I'm hearin' Lee!" Logan barked back, enjoying watching the ball fought over so vigorously.
"Well maybe I won't tell ya about the sexy number Roguey brought home yesterday after we went shopping." Jubilee huffed, taking another shot as her team gave her an opening.
The ball sailed to make contact with a couple more, the result ending in Logan landing on his knees looking pained. Most everyone froze with Ororo on her feet ready to blow the whistle. Jubilee stood torn between fight or flight, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to ask a question.
"You, you do got your cup on right?"
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"So, recipe says three minutes per pound, that's a fourteen pound bird...okay, little less than forty-five minutes and we got turkey." John rambled, doing a bit of math on his cell just to be positive.
"No fire." Bobby remarked.
"Yes, no fire. You can put the extinguisher down now. I don't even know why you of all people had it in the first place Drake." John muttered, flopping down in a lawn chair and reaching for a beer from the ice chest that sat between them.
"Cheers."
Already in more than one place there was the smell of turkey driving many people to the appetizers spread out on a few tables. Inside the house all the ovens were full, and not far away Kurt had three barbeques going each with a turkey on the spit to slow roast them rotisserie style. Clinking his beer to his boyfriend, it felt like home and that was something he hadn't known for a very long time.
"What's that, the second lap?" Kitty asked from her seat as she saw Jubilee race by again.
"Third." Rogue provided, leaning to watch her Mister race around the corner and past the neatly trimmed hedges of the patio.
"She really broke his cup?" Kitty asked, having heard the rumours going around the school.
"Yup, but he ain't even mad. She just went shootin' off her mouth about runnin' faster scared than he could mad 'n now they got a bet goin'." Rogue added, leaning back and admiring the view as Logan tore off his shirt looking like he was working up a sweat.
"What's the wager?" Bobby asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Loser has to do all the dishes."
Leaning out in his own chair, with odds like that John had to admit Logan had a good reason to catch Jubilee just as she had a good reason to keep running. Seeing them vanish out of sight, he looked to see Kurt watching the show himself. Raising his drink to his fellow cook, he knew just who he likely had his hopes on.
"Really? Sorry, I got some more baking to do. This just became a win/win situation for me!" Kitty cheered bouncing to her feet and ghosting off making a beeline for the kitchen.
Minutes later the taunts and jeers that announced lap four were heard, Jubilee rushing past and making a quick detour towards the patio with a cry of Beer me! Holding one for her, she vaulted a hedge, dodged a kid, and then paused to give Kurt a kiss on the cheek as she jogged past.
"Now she's just showin' off." Logan growled, stalking up with his chest heaving with his breath coming hard and fast.
Grabbing a beer and crashing in the chair Kitty once enjoyed, his Rogue looked at him in perfect mimicry of his famous curious expression. Pressing the cold glass to his head and cooling off, he gave a thumbs up to Bobby who obliged him with a fine dusting of snow that quickly melted against his bare chest.
"Callin' it quits already?" Rogue asked.
"Got better things ta be doin' than chasin' her around the school." Logan remarked, cracking his beer and downing half of it in a single guzzle.
"Things like all the dishes from dinner?" If he thought she was going to be helping him, her Mister had better think again.
"You wash, I dry?" Logan asked, wearing a smirk.
"Ya made yer bed Mister, sleep in it." Rogue growled, reaching to steal his beer only to have it held out of reach.
"Got a few other ideas o' things that we can do other than sleep in it." Logan joked, his eyes enjoying the view as she leaned after his beer.
"You have my attention..." Given his beer at last, she enjoyed the rest as he started on another.
Losing himself in the enjoyment of watching her drink his beer, her neck was exposed and vulnerable and so inviting as she leaned her head back. Breathless she gasped, a sound so alluring that his mind ran with it. At seeing her snag an ice cube to suckle on it, her scent said she knew just where all his reason had run to, her eyes intently watching his.
"I'm sure I could make it worth yer wile if ya ta lend a hand." Logan said, never thinking he'd be jealous of an ice cube.
"Ya better, or..." Rogue whispered, the ice cube slipping past her lips...a crunch telling of its fate and his if he didn't.
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Bamf.
"My Knight comes."
Grace had been said, stories shared over the meal, and all the traditions had right down to one of their own with the annual food fight breaking out. Quoth and his brethren had made a feast of those scraps, and somewhere in the house another couple were likely turning a domestic chore a bit indecent with their flirting at the sink. Laying on the roof working off her Turkey coma, Jubilee listened to his light and careful tread across the shingles to find her at her perch.
"My Lady."
"Shh, I'm hiding. I think Roguey was gonna try her luck and see if she couldn't get me to help her with dishes." Jubilee whispered as he sat beside her.
"I believe you safe, she's far too distracted with Logan for such schemes." Kurt chuckled, adjusting the strap of his hand bag.
"Now just what do you got there huh?" Jubilee asked, rolling to her side to peek as he made a show of opening it.
"Champagne..." Kurt said as Christopher Walken made famous, "..and a variety of treats from the buffet before the children could finish them all off."
"Ooh, is that Kitty's lava cake? Pain in the butt she can be when she wants to be one, she makes up for it with that. Ooo and you put icing sugar and strawberries on it, she's always too lazy for that. My hero." Jubilee purred.
Easing out the cork, it got the better of him and she giggled as he vanished, just a Bamf once, then twice to see him proudly sitting beside her with the errant stopper. The glasses were poured, staring into his eyes wondering just what to drink to.
"To our first Thanksgiving together?" Kurt asked.
"Mmm, nope. Got another one coming too soon, save it for Christmas. How about to a promise to see where we'll be this time next year?" Jubilee mused, her eyes trailing down to her ring.
"Then to promises." Kurt said, their glasses chiming in the quiet.
"I think I'm ready for the next logical step of this relationship." Enjoying her cake as she laid with her head next to his, she peeked to see him looking to her.
"Do tell?"
"Moving in together, I mean I haven't had to make my bed for days now. Might as well cut down on all the over night bags and sneaking down the hall in the morning when I changed my mind about what I was gonna wear."
"That's a big step." Kurt whispered, looking to the heavens as if in thought.
"I know, there's all the packing and moving across town, getting keys cut, and we have to decided whose dishes to ditch." Jubilee agreed, enjoying a sip of her bubbly.
"Your bed or mine?"
"Yours, mines a twin, it would never work. I need my room for some tossing and turning."
"I would have to make room for you, and I just organized my movie collection."
"Ah, see, that's no problem. I'm a digital kinda girl, got everything on my laptop. Stream it baby. Just need some room in your closet."
Laughing as they played their little game, he leaned near for a peck between them, her lips tasting of chocolate and champagne and not knowing which was more enticing. Her squeal carried as he had his tail slip under her back, finding that ticklish spot he'd come to know about one night.
"We'll have to buy pizza and beer for everyone who helps, it's tradition." Kurt pointed out.
"Oh, that's a tradition I can get behind. So, wanna take the plunge? I don't know about you, but I think my roommate could use the space. She's got this guy, and they're pretty serious. I'm feeling very third wheel, if ya know what I mean?"
"Then it's decided." Kurt said, freshening their glasses for another toast.
"To moving in together."
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"Italy taught me never to let Jubilee drive."
"Good thing that wasn't the only thing ya were goin' there for, cause all it took ta teach me that was a ditch."
Walking through the woods, she'd been waiting for this moment for so long but it had finally come. Laughing, she wrapped her arms about a tree and swing to stare at him as he walked behind her enjoying a beer.
"I forgot you taught her how to drive, or tried to anyway. Maybe that explains Italy." Rogue chuckled, ducking an expertly flicked bottlecap.
"Ya sayin' I'm a bad driver Darlin'?" Logan asked, sounding a bit indignant.
"Nah, I like the way you drive, especially when I'm on the back of yer bike holdin' on for dear life. I think maybe she got her lead foot from you, she's flippin' scary behind the wheel." Rogue laughed, leading the way again.
"Spain?" Logan asked, passing off his beer as he caught up to her.
"What a beach is supposed to look like, and Jubilee can have all the French guys she wants, I think my lingual kink is officially Spanish."
"France?"
"We saw where the bubbly comes from, it was a pilgrimage we just had to do. And that sketching at the roadside waiting for your bus has a certain kind of mystique to it."
"Sounds like ya learned a lot over there."
Slipping her empty bottle on a branch, they'd been leaving a breadcrumb trail behind them. It was just the sort of thing Logan liked, an excuse to come on back sometime. He needed his reasons, so she found them in the silliest and simplest ways she could.
"I don't know if it's the beer talkin', but seein' you and Lee playin' tag has me feelin' like playing with ya Logan." Rogue purred, leaning with her back to a tree and watching a she walked up to her.
"Sounds wrong when ya call it tag, like I was goofin' around. I was out for blood." Logan growled, wrapping his arms around the tree and trapping her.
"Liar."
"That's my story 'n I'm stickin' to it Darlin'."
"Well then," She whispered, slipping out of his arms in a way that had her head somewhere that had him look very interested, "...you just go count to fifty, and I'll go hide. Then you can tell yerself whatever you want after you find me."
"One, Two, Three..." He began, finishing off his beer and resting the bottle in between the branches of the tree.
On twenty he paused in his counting hearing something that he couldn't mistake even as distant a sound it was, a zipper dragged down. Wondering if she was looking to cheat, maybe letting her wolf out for a run, it didn't matter because that was all she could do... she couldn't hide from him.
"Forty-Two, Fourty-Three, fuck it Fifty."
There was a new bread crumb trail that told a story and a fantasy one piece at a time, a sock here, her jeans there. Picking them up, he growled deep and thick as he found her panties ripe with her desire. Her bra was left dangling on a branch, and grabbing for it he froze. The moon was little more than a sliver in the sky, but by its light she was bathed.
"You just gonna stand there Sugah?"
"Might say I'm admirin' the view."
"And if I say I'm lookin' for someone to keep me warm right now?"
The clothes fell in a heap, rushing up driven mad by her scent. Her eyes said everything, bright and wild and hungry. She tore away the flimsy fabric that denied her the feel of his chest against hers as they clashed, meeting every throaty groan and grunt with her own cries driven by the lust that had been repressed. She was hard against him in her own ways, a lie to blame it on the cool breeze that blew. He answered her, his desire rigid between her as he laid her out on a bed of leaves.
He'd bled her before, but as he sheathed himself within her warm pliant flesh her gasp of pain lasted for one foggy breath. Her nails bit at him, gripping tight his muscles as he found his pace. Everything else was a prelude played between them, tonight was their symphony made sublime by letting their beasts loose.
They had no need for words, her breath said more than she ever could. By the sheen of their sweat and the beating of their hearts that thundered in their ears they met out the manifestation of their love. He had no reason to worry over her, he couldn't hurt her in any way she wouldn't return it twice over. And for all he tried to tire her, she lasted just as long as him into that night, never expecting to find an equal and rejoicing in it.
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