[ He'd felt a little stupid, at the start, with the presents. He doesn't do this a whole lot—first time in years he's gone Christmas shopping—and in his mind, they're just a couple of dumb things, a bit of costume jewellery and a toy he'd hoped would get a smile out of her 'cause. Look at it. It's cute. And Karen's the kind of girl he knows would've kept a sentimental teddy bear or something in her bedroom, and he also knows she's not exactly eager for it, the nights when he's tied up with a job and she's spent it alone.
But she looks more affected than he thought.
He softens, watching her kiss the wolverine's fluffy head. The stitching on one of its eyes is lopsided, locking it in permanent consternation.
Then his eyebrow cocks at series of packages. ] I don't know. [ He reaches for the nearest one. ] It's looking like you went the extra mile.
[ He slits the tape with a single extended claw, folding back the cheerful wrapping paper. The book titles get a light chuckle out of him, and the bell is...not surprising, just. Not a tradition he expected she's familiar with, but it's sweet. The watch is what takes him a moment, though, before his thumb finds the grooves at the back. He'd mentioned, offhand, that he needs another watch—smashed it in the crash earlier that month, the one he hasn't told her about and likely won't—but the engraving at the back, that's...
Oh. Yeah. He remembers. Not because he gave a damn about the song, but because she'd said she liked it and so he'd started to listen. ]
You know, you're the first girl who's gotten me onto the dance floor in two decades. [ He'd do it again, with her. He tugs her close, lips brushing hers, a breath releasing after like a weight lifting. ] Thank you.
[ For the presents, sure, but. For being here, mostly. With him. ]
[ he might have felt a little stupid with the presents, just as karen is... almost caught off-guard by them. it's not so much that she thought she would have been forgotten - she does know logan cares about her, knows that he had been preparing for christmas in his own way, just like she had. it's more that some part of her had assumed (just like she'd assumed with last night, something that she should probably take note of how it's not working for her) that he wasn't the kind of guy that did presents. wasn't the kind of guy who thought about them.
and now that she's got the stuffed wolverine in her arms and the dog tags around her neck, she feels... ridiculous. for even thinking as much. instead, she's full of that same feeling of being seen, of being appreciated, of being loved, and it makes her feel a little punch drunk with it. ]
They're not that big. I just thought you might need them, and- [ she shrugs, reaches for her glass and takes a long sip as she watches him unwrap them. she makes some comment, added thoughts she had around the books (some were her favorite, some she's not actually sure if its the same book she remembers, one that she has no idea what it's supposed to be about but looked interested) and the bell (a tradition she is familiar with, though only partially). it's when he starts to unwrap the watch that she quiets, watches him look it over, find the engraving.
at his words, she breaks into a smile - feeling the relief of a present landing - and lets him pull her close. she uses the momentum of him pulling her in to get her knee over his legs, effectively straddling him across the couch as he pulls her in for a kiss. she smiles into it, liking the sound of his breath, of the weight being lifted from him.
karen had left the wolverine in her place when she'd crawled into logan's lap, which means that now her hands are on his cheeks, running through the hair of his sideburns, his mutton chops, whatever sort of facial hair he's got going on at this point. her eyes scan his features, then find his eyes, sparkling just a little. ]
Merry Christmas, Logan.
[ and then she'll kiss him again, probably let her hands start to roam. by the end of the night, they'll end up in their bed, wrapped up in each other, and karen will actually sleep. happy, content, with any of that weight or stress or worry from the night before packed down so deep she's sure she won't have to deal with it again. ]
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Date: 2026-02-14 05:48 pm (UTC)But she looks more affected than he thought.
He softens, watching her kiss the wolverine's fluffy head. The stitching on one of its eyes is lopsided, locking it in permanent consternation.
Then his eyebrow cocks at series of packages. ] I don't know. [ He reaches for the nearest one. ] It's looking like you went the extra mile.
[ He slits the tape with a single extended claw, folding back the cheerful wrapping paper. The book titles get a light chuckle out of him, and the bell is...not surprising, just. Not a tradition he expected she's familiar with, but it's sweet. The watch is what takes him a moment, though, before his thumb finds the grooves at the back. He'd mentioned, offhand, that he needs another watch—smashed it in the crash earlier that month, the one he hasn't told her about and likely won't—but the engraving at the back, that's...
Oh. Yeah. He remembers. Not because he gave a damn about the song, but because she'd said she liked it and so he'd started to listen. ]
You know, you're the first girl who's gotten me onto the dance floor in two decades. [ He'd do it again, with her. He tugs her close, lips brushing hers, a breath releasing after like a weight lifting. ] Thank you.
[ For the presents, sure, but. For being here, mostly. With him. ]
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Date: 2026-02-22 05:57 pm (UTC)and now that she's got the stuffed wolverine in her arms and the dog tags around her neck, she feels... ridiculous. for even thinking as much. instead, she's full of that same feeling of being seen, of being appreciated, of being loved, and it makes her feel a little punch drunk with it. ]
They're not that big. I just thought you might need them, and- [ she shrugs, reaches for her glass and takes a long sip as she watches him unwrap them. she makes some comment, added thoughts she had around the books (some were her favorite, some she's not actually sure if its the same book she remembers, one that she has no idea what it's supposed to be about but looked interested) and the bell (a tradition she is familiar with, though only partially). it's when he starts to unwrap the watch that she quiets, watches him look it over, find the engraving.
at his words, she breaks into a smile - feeling the relief of a present landing - and lets him pull her close. she uses the momentum of him pulling her in to get her knee over his legs, effectively straddling him across the couch as he pulls her in for a kiss. she smiles into it, liking the sound of his breath, of the weight being lifted from him.
karen had left the wolverine in her place when she'd crawled into logan's lap, which means that now her hands are on his cheeks, running through the hair of his sideburns, his mutton chops, whatever sort of facial hair he's got going on at this point. her eyes scan his features, then find his eyes, sparkling just a little. ]
Merry Christmas, Logan.
[ and then she'll kiss him again, probably let her hands start to roam. by the end of the night, they'll end up in their bed, wrapped up in each other, and karen will actually sleep. happy, content, with any of that weight or stress or worry from the night before packed down so deep she's sure she won't have to deal with it again. ]