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Dining at a window seat and looking at all the other last minute shoppers, Rogue looked to her own shopping and smiled thinking of one bag in particular. She'd need a bit of help with it, but that was for later. Catching sight of her mate and mister walking back from the mens room, she enjoyed another piece of her steak. They were dining early, looking forward to a night in this Christmas Eve.

"Just got off the phone with Hank, apparently him and his little lady are off ta dinner and will be back late. He said not ta wait up." Logan said as he found his seat.

"So just us and the Wagner's hmm?" Rogue asked, popping a tender red piece of steak past her lips and chewing slowly with a moan meant for him.

Smirking and enjoying the display, he took up his glass of wine and leaned back to enjoy the show. She made dining a treat in and of itself, licking her full lips after bites and flashing teeth to bite at neat little morsels. Stripping meat from bone he joined her, biting hard on his delicate piece just loving how dark her eyes grew.

Sipping her wine and letting it wash over her tongue, she savoured it picking out all the subtle flavours as she reclined in her seat. Rolling her head back and putting her neck out there for him, it was a taunting display that drove him wild. His beast saw submission and she used that to her own ends, making him fight for every inch of her bared flesh.

Peeking at her own phone as it started dancing across the table, a picture showed Jubilee in her costume for Christmas day. Noticing Logan's interest, she hid the phone from him thinking he could just wait one more day. Sending off a quick text, the reply was a big smiley face that made her think of the fangs that adorned those lips these days full of mischief.

"Any hint o' where ya ran off ta hun?" Rogue asked with a lick of her lips after another piece of steak.

"Only if ya tell me just where you had to run off ta." Logan offered.

Slipping down her chair, she shook her head with a pout but still tried to entice him to answer. Running the peaked to of her boot up his calf, his eyes turned dark and threatened to swallow her as his nostrils flared breathing deep her scent. Arousal and mischief was her mood, Christmas Day just hours away ticking away. Resting her heel against him, she arched her foot in her little game. His hands vanished under the table, his touch trailing up her calf stripping away her dress.

"We can always have our dessert back at our home away from home." Rogue purred, just scraps and bone left on their plates.

"Doggy bag?" Logan asked with a look to their few leftovers.

Smiling at that, her wolf and the black one both liked a good bone to chew on when they got a little worked up. It was a relaxing treat to sprawl by the fire and lose herself to the instinct running too close to the surface, something to be had after a run on the wild side.

"Oui, my mister."

Waiting for their bill after having a moment with the water, they enjoyed the last of their wine with their seats brought together just enjoying the view out the window. It was snowing again, just fat fluffy flakes that caught the light and danced as they fell. The new night had just begun and it was one for walking and exploring.

The cold greeted her and she had rosy cheeks for it, a blush brought by Jack Frost himself. Hiding her hands in the long sleeves of her coat, Logan played a gentleman and carried most of the bags but that one that she wouldn't dare let him see just as he had one he kept from her.

"Growing up we had this tradition of opening up one gift on Christmas Eve." Rogue said full of fondness for the memory.

"That ta keep the kiddies from snooping?" Logan asked, already well used to gifts being shook and weighted under the tree trying to guess what they might be.

"That and we had to behave ourselves come Christmas morning. We'd get up early and go on down ta open up our stockings. Always had a tanagrine and a red delicious in 'em for us to eat. Just full of little things like tiny puzzles, maybe some silly toy, and some candy ta keep us from strippin' down all the canes off the tree."

They made decorations the night past, homemade play dough baked in the oven and hand painted and dotted with glitter. It was a tradition Kitty used to do, one they all had fun with. They had a little container of candy canes around to keep Jubilee from eating all the ones, but every now and then she'd snatch one when she thought no one was looking, the forbidden fruit tasting the sweetest.

"So just what do ya got for my stocking?" Logan asked.

"You'll find out tomorrow mornin' hun, but I got something for ya to open up tonight. Just gotta wait and see." Rogue teased.

Tugged tight against him to feel his growl more than hear it, it was deep and rich and full of his longing for her. She'd riled him up, she could see his beast there back behind his eyes in the dark pools. She longed to know the feel of his teeth against her, marking pale flesh and raising welts. She begged to know his taste in her mouth and roll his blood across his tongue like some exotic wine. Denial made it sweeter, forbidding it until everything was perfect.

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Curled up with a beer and a book in a recliner with a fire the only light aside from his lamp, Kurt peeked above his pages to look to his wife having another adventure in cooking. It was a cake from scratch and she sat lotus in front of the stove watching it bake with nervous looks to the time. Grabbing his phone and snapping a picture, so distracted was she that she didn't even notice it as he sent it off to Rogue and Kitty alike.

They'd spent almost an hour in the bath after their last practice for the encore to their performance, nothing so amorous as just holding each other between kisses and a few touches. She liked the feel of his interest against her back, just a few expert strokes all it took. Just exploring another as they had their wedding night, committing to memory and reflex what it took to bring a grunt or moan, a mewling whimper or a sharp gasp and a giggle.

Her long hair was done up in a bun with an wooden hair pin run through it, adorned with a jingling bell fit for the season that rang with every bounce and step. Dressed in an apron, shorts and a T-shirt, she had looked up the recipe as he dried her on his lap just kicking her heels with newfound energy.

"Does this look cooked? It said thirty to forty minutes but then said it might vary based on the oven. Stupid recipe." Jubilee called from the kitchen, muttering to herself as she fought the urge to open the oven.

That had been a lesson early on that Kitty had ingrained in her pupil, slapping her hand with a wooden spoon every time she reached to peek in completely ignoring the window. Flipping out of his seat and setting down his book, he wandered off enjoying the smell of the baking cake and knelt with his lady. It was golden brown and looked delicious, giving his approval with a kiss to her cheek and wandering off.

Oven mitts made to look as paws were snatched up as she pulled it out to set it on the cooking rack, all after the final test of her toothpick coming back clean. Draping a clean tea towel over it, she turned off the oven and looked at all the assorted decorations she had out. It was to be her first real cake and one cooked completely on her own. Bouncing about just to hear her bell jingle, she peeked at her husband to notice him back in his book.

Creeping with all the stealth of the black wolf, she walked with a backwards step to the tree with her hands behind her back until she found a candy cane that she draped through a loop of her apron. Noticing Kurt looking up at her, she gave him a big grin and wandered back to the kitchen with her purloined treat.

"Between shaking presents and stealing candy canes, you are worse than some of the children back home." Kurt said without looking up from his book.

"But you love me." Jubilee sang cheerily as she started to unwrap her candy cane.

"Always."

Suckling on the sweet vanilla flavour, they had found all sorts of new flavours for their tree that all looked almost too good to eat. Ribbons of gold, ivory and sapphire had been twisted together for her favourite, one she enjoyed now with a squeal of delight. Thinking of another topping for her cake, she skipped up to the coffee table where a jar sat with more ready and replaced the one she stole first before retreating with two more.

"I'm gonna be loud for a second!"

Finding Kitty's mortar and pestle, she started to snap the canes up and then started smashing them into little gems for her came. Humming to herself getting ready to ice it, carefully she cut the top off until it was nice neat and level. Braking off a sliver and rushing off to Kurt, she offered it to him for his approval.

"Absolutely delicious." Kurt said with a smile.

Leaning in for a kiss and then rushing off more giddy than before, she started to get down to decorating it hoping to have it all done before anyone else came home. It was her surprise, her own brand new tradition for the holidays, a freshly made cake for tea and coffee as Hank read them some Christmas stories.

Dusting the cake with the smashed canes, her timing couldn't have been better hearing the door open announcing company. Knowing it to be Rogue and Logan by a sniff, she gathered up her cake and rushed out to stand proudly by the tree with it.

"Well golly jeez, lookie you! Where'd ya git that get up?" Rogue asked as she came to the landing.

"My circus family got it for me, early Christmas gift. They remembered my cookies and got me something to help with my baking." Jubilee said as she proudly showed off her oven mitts and apron.

The classic artwork of Toto from the Wizard of Oz sat begging on the front of her yellow apron. Rushing back to the kitchen to put her cake away for later, Rogue was gone right along with all the shopping bags but one that Logan guarded. Tip toeing up to him and taking one long final step, she peeked down at the bag that he held out of reach of her inquiring eyes.

"Is something for me in there?" Jubilee asked childishly.

"Yeah, now scram or I'll be Scrooge instead of Santa." Logan muttered.

Turning that order around in her head and bending it to her own use, she wandered up to their bedroom door when a warning growl from within told her that she'd been caught. Not yet deterred she crouched low and peeked in under the threshold only to have find a pale green eye waiting for her.

"Go away brat, just not too far. Gonna need ya to help me later with something." Rogue grumbled.

"Fine, fine, I'm going. Jeez."

Flopping down in front of the fire for a nap, around the time she was nodding off she felt a blanket wrapped around her and tucked in tight. It wasn't Kurt but Logan and she gave him a smile as he gave her a pillow. Wondering just where her hubby had run off to, the thought was soon forgotten for the cozy warmth that lulled her to sleep.

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Kicked out for some reason or another and deciding to find a bar for a drink and some conversation, Logan stood with Kurt off playing a round of darts enjoying their pints. An apologetic phone call had been made by their missing couple of friends who had been invited back for a night cap with some fellow, just another genius from the conference. Shaking off those thoughts with a sip of his beer, Logan stepped up to the line and took aim.

"So, you gonna keep yer pup on a short leash so we can all sleep in tomorrow?" Logan asked with the first dart aloft.

"I make my promises my friend, but I will do what I can."

Chuckling at the truth of that, that nap the wife Wagner had earlier wasn't likely to help her with a good night sleep let alone the ever vanishing candy canes. Wondering if the cake would even make it to the morning, he threw his last dart and toyed with a thought as he found his beer.

"Might just have ta try and teach her a thing or two about cookin' that doesn't involve sugar."

"I would be very appreciative of that my friend. But it is so nice to see her so happy, she sat at the oven for the entire time it was baking so worried over it." Kurt revealed, rolling his dart between two of his three fingers as he contemplated his shot.

Having a look around the bar, the hub bub of their arrival had died down shortly after and now they were just two more patrons. His friend had history with the city, the Incredible Nightcrawler, but all he could wonder was what would the reception be like back home. The man was pack, and his beast would snarl for blood if anyone hurt pack. But Kurt was different from him, he had his faith and a pity for those who would look on him as some monster and that alone was a reason to keep his own beast on a tight leash.

"Guessin' ya sent Rogue a picture, saw her laughing at something or other on our walk back."

A flash of fangs he always saw as playful, Kurt smiled at him and gathered his darts. Digging under his nails with one, Logan eyed their beers and waved for another round to a passing waitress. Skittish at first, she had warmed to them and he could tell she was checking them both out with a few curious looks to Kurt's tail.

"Waitress is sweet on ya, good thing we didn't bring the ladies." Logan whispered.

He'd seen how both of them got when himself or Kurt were getting eyed up, he could smell it on them and saw it in their eyes. They became possessive and he didn't mind it as long as they kept to just showing it through kisses and touches marking them as theirs. To hear them growling low and quiet and heard only by his sharp ears, it was always worse when the moon was full.

"I suppose my wedding band doesn't have the same effect with too few fingers." Kurt said with a wistful laugh, so much meaning with a band on that one finger.

Rubbing his own, part of him longed for the day he could proudly wear a wedding band and just maybe he'd forgo waiting until he had a name to give her. She was his and he was hers, that was enough for them and he wanted to show that he was taken, mated and claimed. Of course that didn't mean he didn't look, sometimes he liked to let his eyes stay too long on a pretty little thing just waiting for her growl.

The feel of her teeth bleeding him, of her nails leaving slick red welts down his back was enough to drive him wild, leaving him drunk on her in a way that a night at a bar never did. He'd been around but never had he ever met anyone who could leave him sated by the morning after, content to just lay in damp sheets breathing in her afterglow.

"Well, lets just say a little elf thought o' that and you'll get ta open it in the morning." Logan said with a wink.

The gift had scored points with his Rogue, not even knowing how long the kiss outside the shop had lasted for and not giving a damn. He knew just what he was getting everyone and took to it like anything else he did, a purpose in mind and taking the shortest route. But his lady smelling of the road lead him astray between the shops, browsing and peeking and always having a look to sate her curiosity.

Maybe she didn't see it in herself, but she was just as curious as the black wolf he often saw in Jubilee. It was too seamless a fit, and it made it so easy to see her as just a little sister though he never knew what it meant to be to have one. Everyday was a new lesson, and the lines between friend and brother were blurring with Kurt.

"Alright, way I see it we're tied. What say we make this round interesting, loser pays for the drinks?" Logan asked with an offered hand to shake on it.

Knowing trouble when he saw it, he didn't know if it was Jubilee being a bad influence on the man or if he was opening up more, but the smile and lashing of his tail told he was in for it. Flipping a quarter to see who'd go first, tails lost him the toss and Kurt set to task.

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"This is kinda fun, little weird but fun."

Blushing and feeling a bit foolish, Rogue took Kitty's absence as the one consolation. Jubilee had done up her hair in a beautiful braid, maybe after a few attempts but in the end it came together. Leaving the brat to read from a book all about tying bows and ribbons, she practised on the bed while she finished her makeup.

Her eyes were shadows of black tinged red, her lashes full and rich, and now the final touch of painting her lips a glossy crimson that looked wet to the touch. Every stroke of the brush was careful and considered with her face as her canvas. She felt that little bit of Pete just below the surface that she thanked for her steady hand. Looking to her little helper on the bed, Jubilee was enjoying herself as she toyed with the satiny ribbon forming flowery bows that would be the final touch.

"I'm ready Jubilee."

Blushing at seeing her foundling sister stare at her in awe, it was a reassuring compliment with only one more that really mattered. Shrugging off her robe, she walked up to the bed and stood ready to be wrapped for her mate, his gift to be opened on Christmas Eve. They'd practised it with rope first until Jubilee could do it without even thinking, but now in seasonal colours the ribbon was tied.

"You do know you owe me right?" Jubilee asked in a whisper.

Letting her laugh speak for her, Rogue brought her arms behind her arched to be wrapped in ribbon and finished in a bow that a tug alone would undo. It would all be up to Logan how he wanted to open his gift, giving him so many options. The feel of such soft and delicate hands over her were a thrill that despite her sisterly feelings had her blushing.

"Wow, I think I know what I'm giving Kurt for his birthday now." Jubilee chuckled as she carried on.

Giggling at the thought of wrapping up this little trouble maker just as Logan had teased at, she wondered just what he would think of borrowing his idea for their own pleasure. Wrapped up in white and red, Jubilee finished tying one luxurious bow that was cradled between her cleavage and nicely hid that gift. Stockings were woven of both colours and neatly tied off with bows upon her thighs, with a belt of ribbon being their garter with one last large blow resting on her lap as she knelt upon the bed.

"Okay, I gotta take a picture of this...with your phone, oh my god could you imagine if Kurt found this photo?" Jubilee giggled, snapping a few pictures that Rogue gladly played model for.

"Get a close up of my bow." Rogue asked, thinking just the best way to call her husband back home.

Taking one of both, Jubilee set the phone down and looked at her artwork with a critical eye. Grinning with a flash of fangs, she skipped up with her bell jingling all the way, wrapping ribbon about Rogue's throat as a choker and tying off a small little ribbon there. Just imagining Logan unwrapping that to bite her, drinking her down until he had quenched his thirst, Rogue toyed with the one idea she had been considering.

"Blindfold me, but have the bow right by my ear." Rogue begged, the thought of being left alone for Logan to find and not knowing just where he'd begin just intoxicating.

"Sure thing, then do you want me to call the boys back?" Jubilee asked to earn herself a nod.

Tying one last ribbon, tied a big simple bow of billow fabric by Rogue's ear that looked more like a flower in her hair. Clapping completely giddy, she rushed up to where a box of chocolates sat on the vanity. They had been her payment for helping even if all it did was make her hyper, but that would be for husband to handle. Finding a nice round one, she set it down between them sending her text from Rogue's phone.

The reply was just a question mark, and she didn't send another just leaving Logan to be curious. Waiting with her friend and Mistress, only as Jubilee heard the door did she pick up the chocolate.

"Say aww yeah Roguey." Jubilee teased.

Parting her lips, Rogue held the chocolate between her teeth not wishing to mar her makeup. The jingling bell told of her friend rushing off to hassle her own love, but when next the door opened she knew it to be him.

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Logan had opened the text mid sip and at the sight of the photo he found waiting there for him he nearly choked. Wondering if she was teasing him about this present of hers for him to open, his eyes widened in shock when he noticed three little scars, one two three, scars he could feel under his fingers and easily imagine the unblemished skin she used to drive him to.

Whatever game she was playing explained being kicked out for a few pints with his friend, and now he chugged the last of his beer knowing he had just been invited home. That had been then, even moments ago were a lifetime that told of Jubilee rushing out of the room bright red and up to no good. For the look in her eyes and everything her scent said, just maybe she'd be sleeping in tomorrow.

Now was a time of the door closing behind him, of the latch locking and looking on the most beautiful thing he'd ever been given as a gift. His slacks were too tight, but it was a torture to be endured as he admired her. Never for sweets, there was a chocolate between her lips that he longed to have, enjoying it with a guttural grunt of pleasure at the sight of her lips parting in invitation.

"I don't gotta wait for Christmas do I?" Logan asked.

Her lips twisted into a sublime smile, glistening in the candlelight. The arch of her back was killing him for how her breasts begged to be tended to, not knowing whether to kiss, suckle or bite them. But then he saw it, saw her loll her head back in invitation that had him growl with his beast tearing away at every inch of slack his chain had. Tugging at the ribbon of her neck, she bared it to him and he trailed kisses from her chin, down her jaw until he bit deep to hear her pained gasp.

Rolling his tongue over her and exploring the sweet, salty taste of her skin mingling with blood, his beast was growling in his ears to the hammering of his own heart howling for him to grip her and have her. But she was a thing too beautiful for such an embrace, and the denial only drove him on.

"Lay down..."

She did as he bid and to see her stockings of ribbon was where he'd start next. Trailing up one and skipping to it as it vanished, finally he came to a neat little bow and gave a tug for the tie to be loosed. Again he trailed up her calf, up her thigh to loose the next, and she lay there in tangle of satin. Gripping her thighs he parted her and knelt near, breathing her carnal cravings and knowing he wouldn't be able to deny her much longer.

Teasing her by tugging at the two bows that hid her modesty just as nearly as when Venus had been birthed, he pulled back. She was blind to know what he was doing, relying on just the senses as sharp as his. Stripping for her, he let her hear as he carefully folded his shirt, his slacks and wrapped up his belt all setting it down on the dresser. She was writhing and he couldn't and wouldn't keep her waiting.

With her laid out as a gift upon the bed he knelt again and trailed his teeth over her skin, bit her shoulder hard enough to raise a welt and ghosted near her lips longing to kiss them but feeling a deep guilt at ruining their moist majesty. Now he didn't tease her as he tugged at the two bows that unveiled her to him, but he still had two left.

Pressing a kiss to her breast and feeling the furious pace of her heart with his lips, it made his choice for him. For as much as he loved the feel of her nails at his back and lost himself into her eyes he'd have her bound and blind this time, and with a grunt and a gasp he made love to her. Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, beds would be rocking with men making love to their spouse.

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