The wreath smashed to the ground as their bodies fell against the wall, showering the hard wood floor in pine needles. Ororo half thought about stopping for a moment to pick it up but Logan's mouth moved from her lips to her neck and she reconsidered. She could clean it up later. After all, it was Christmas.

Logan wound his hands around her, coming to rest on the bottom of her thighs. He gave them a firm squeeze and then hefted her up. She came to rest on his muscular forearms before she wound her legs around his waist. He stumbled for half a moment as his balance shifted, then leaned them both against the wall. His lips returned to hers, coaxing her mouth open with his talented tongue. Ororo sighed in contentment and wound her fingers in his thick dark hair. The platinum band on her left ring finger snagged in his tangled locks.

Her ring. It was less than an hour ago that she received it. Logan had made her work for it, leading her on a wild goose chase of sorts. The sun came up Christmas morning, peeked through the blinds and striped across the bed she and Logan were snuggled in. Logan hadn't seemed to notice; he rolled over in his sleep, pressing his body closer into hers. But Ororo woke feeling like she was 6 years old again. She tried in vain to fight her excitement, willing herself to lie still and let her lover sleep in. Ten minutes ticked by, then a half hour. She distracted herself by listening to the sounds of nature outside—the call of elk and geese honking. The air was cool on her legs where the blanket had shifted. Her skin rippled in the chill so she pulled herself back further into the cosseted warmth of Logan's body. He stirred and Ororo's heart leapt; maybe he was waking up. She chanced a peak at him and nearly shouted in surprise when his cobalt gray eyes looked back at her.

"Merry Christmas, Roro," he greeted on a yawn.

She smiled and rolled closer to him, dragging the covers over both of their heads.

"Merry Christmas," she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. "Think Santa came?" she asked.

"Depends, darling. I was pretty naughty this year." He grinned devilishly at her. "But he might have brought you something. Want to check?" he kissed her chin.

"Give me a minute," she leapt off him, rushing for the bathroom. Logan chuckled after her. By the time she had brushed her teeth, washed her face and made her hair somewhat presentable, Logan was downstairs cooking breakfast in his pajamas. A fire was burning in the hearth and the Christmas tree was lit up. A small stack of presents decorated the base.

"Open yours first," she dragged him away from the frying pan to sit cross legged in front of the tree.

Smiling he tore into the paper of the gift she handed him, unearthing a new pair of boxing gloves. He thanked her for them and slipped them on, shadow boxing with the tree for her amusement. Then it was time for her gift.

"You know what, Ro?" he asked after looking for her present for a moment, "I think the elves may have hidden it." He pointed to a trail of miniature booted footprints cut out of black cardstock. Amused, Ororo followed them through the living room and to the back door. Logan watched as she pulled her heavy coat on over her pajamas and rushed outside.

Some of the prints had gotten soggy from the snow outside, but a layer of glitter helped her keep the path and lead her to the snowman she and Logan had built the day before. His gloved hand, made of uneven sticks, now contained a small wrapped box. She seized it excitedly, turned to smile at her boyfriend and rushed back into the warmth of the cabin.

Logan watched in amusement as she tore the wrapping back before she even got through the door. Smiling at the little black box, she flipped the lid open to reveal what she had been waiting for.

Nestled on the felt was a tennis bracelet.

She tried to wipe the disappointment off of her face before her boyfriend saw it. After all, it was a beautiful piece of jewelry, a work of art really, silver with glittering diamonds and small sapphires. The light shone off them and onto her face. She smiled bracingly at Logan. He grinned at her.

"I thought you'd like it, darling." He reached for it, then her arm, securing the band around her thin brown wrist.

"Thank you," Ro was proud she kept her voice level. Inside she felt ready to cry. She'd been expecting an engagement ring. The last few days had been spent in blissful oblivion, imagining the possibility of being married to the man of her dreams. She hadn't given the ring itself much thought; instead her mind conjured up images of future vacations at the cabin—vacations with coffee colored children with dark hair and blue eyes.

"Something wrong, Ro?" Logan asked her. She shook her head, focusing instead on her bracelet.

"It's beautiful," she told him. He kissed the palm of her hand.

"Did you see the rest of the gift?" he asked. She followed his eyes back down to the apparently empty box. Her heart leapt again. She reached into it gingerly, feeling the soft felt. Logan cradled her hand in his, leading her fingers along the velvety surface and underneath a corner. She lifted it away to reveal a scrap of paper. Curiously, she unfolded it and read out loud.

"Look up." She followed the instructions, glancing to the entrance of the doorway. A sprig of mistletoe hung there, but that was nothing new; it had been in the same place all weekend. Logan was looking at it expectantly though, so she took a closer look. Something glittered under the leaves. She reached up, feeling the cool metal band.

"Logan…" she breathed. "Is this-?"

In answer to her question, he dropped to one knee.

In answer to his question, she screamed out the word, "yes".

Which led them to where they were now: namely, making out like teenagers in the sun-filled living room. The early morning light outside was shimmering off the snow, casting crystal beams that skirted along the walls. Ro would have thought it beautiful but she was a bit preoccupied at the moment.

The couple somehow made it over to the leather couch without untangling from one another. Ororo lost her pajama top along the way and Logan nearly tripped over the sweat pants knotted about his ankles. He kicked the annoyance free and rearranged her legs so that he could lie comfortably between them. Ororo reached for his shirt and yanked it off. She ran her fingers through the mat of dark hair on his chest, trailing them lower until she reached the waistband of his boxers.

"God," he gasped against her neck. "I love you, darling," his lips found hers.

She panted his name like a chant, thanking God that they had no neighbors and she therefore did not have to stop to close the curtains. His calloused hands skimmed over her skin, igniting her. She clung to him like a Koala bear, unwilling to let go for even the slightest of moments. He didn't seem to mind. His hands reached for her legs and she gasped.

"I love you, Logan," she whispered into his ear.

"I was counting on it when I bought that ring," he chuckled into her chest. He was reaching for her again when the smoke alarm seized the opportunity to start blaring.

"Shit," they both swore. It took a second to disengage from one another; Logan tried to stand without realizing Ororo's legs were still wrapped around his waist. They both went down to the floor. Ororo laughed as her fiancé went sprinting for the kitchen.

In his absence she took a moment to study the new addition to her left hand. The round cut white diamond was modestly sized, surrounded by tiny sapphires. It matched the bracelet around her right wrist. She smiled, replaying the details of his proposal in her mind and realizing that Logan never half-assed anything.

"Good news and bad news," he returned to the living room, naked as his the day of his birth.

"Yeah?" she pulled herself up and unfolded her legs from under her.

"Bad news is the eggs are burnt beyond saving." He returned to the couch.

"And the good news?" she asked amusedly.

"I really don't care." he grasped her face and pulled her back to him.

XXXX

New Years Eve was a relatively quiet affair. They drove down to the base of the mountain to a little bar. It was packed to capacity with all of its tables and chairs pushed to one side to form a makeshift dance floor. She and Logan had a few drinks and rubbed elbows with the natives, many of whom seemed to know Logan from months before. They took to Ororo well and even sent up a toast to congratulate them on their engagement. They also weren't stingy at all when it came to alcohol; shot after shot was poured for her. Even though she declined more than half, a half hour until midnight, Ro was feeling slightly tipsy.

"Come on, darling," Logan took her hand, dragging her away from the bar and to the door. "Walk somewhere with me."

Ororo agreed, waving at new friends and wishing them a Happy New Year. They insisted the couple stay, but Logan politely declined, dragging his betrothed out of the door.

"Where are we going?" Ororo bundled herself into her jacket, pulling the hood up over her ears. Logan slung his arm around her, dragging her to his side.

"I've got one more surprise," he said.

He led her to a small path behind the bar. They wound their way up a small slope, hand in hand. After a short walk they came to a wall of smooth rock.

"Dead end," Ro said, running a hand over the ice-cold surface.

"Not quite." Logan pulled off his gloves. "When I lift you up, grab the edge."

Ororo gave him a perplexed look, but agreed. "Ok," she said. "On three."

But Logan swung her up without warning, lifting her above the rock wall. Her bottom hit the ledge and she shimmied further up.

"You good?" he called to her. When she nodded the affirmative Logan jumped, pulling himself up next to her."Hurry, it's almost midnight." He helped her up. They carefully picked their way over the snow coated rock shelf.

"Oh wow…" Ororo gasped. The ground ended suddenly, dropping off into a sheer cliff. But it was what went past the cliff that awed her. There was a breathtaking view of the city below. Logan sat down on the edge, dangling his feet over.

"How did you know about this?" she asked him.

"Found it a few months back when I was hiking. It's nice during the day, but at night it's beautiful."

"It is." She agreed, smiling.

"Five minutes till midnight." He announced.

"What happens at midnight?" she stepped over his legs and sat between them.

"Well, you get a kiss, for one." Logan flattened his palms against her stomach and ran them under her jacket.

"I can't have one now?" She craned her head around and met him halfway. They kissed in the quiet of the night, broken up only by the dim sounds from the bar below and the occasional hoot of an owl. Ororo's legs were beginning to go numb from the cold, but Logan was warm and solid behind her.

An explosion rocked the night air, startling Ro to the point where she nearly fell forward. Logan stilled her.

"Happy New Year, Ro!" he shouted over the din of the fireworks that seemed to be going up from every house and bar below them.

"Happy New Year, Logan!" she laughed, pulling him in for a midnight kiss.

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