Log: Kane/Adrienne
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xp_logsKane and Adrienne spend Christmas in a room at the Plaza, and exchange presents on Christmas afternoon.
Kane lay stretched across the end of the bed, chin pillowed in the crock of his arm as he watched the television that Adrienne was channel surfing. With school done for the holidays, and Kane shut down until after Christmas on cases, they had an unexpected week off together. Adrienne had suggested a mini-vacation in town at the upscale Plaza, which had predictably started with several hours of uninterrupted sex in Garrison's room. Lunch had been discussed, but for the moment, they seemed happy to just relax, lulled by the narcotic post-sex afterglow, idling away the remains of the morning.
"OK, seriously, you need to choose a channel. That isn't the fashion channel." He quickly appended, earning a poke in the abdomen from her big toe.
The poke in the abdomen was followed by her tossing the remote at him, since she wasn't paying attention anyway. Courtesy of Emma, they were currently fighting over the tv in their room at the Plaza, which, along with some Christmas spirit (though she would never admit to that part) put Adrienne in a rather benevolent mood. "I challenge you to find something on that doesn't have to do with Santa or the true meaning of Christmas," she declared with a raised eyebrow.
"With the NHL still locked out, that's a challenge." He thumbed past a couple of channels, seeing a distressing number of children's choirs being filmed. "So, is this the plan for today? No arguing if so..."
"At least you'll have World Junior hockey starting tomorrow?" Adrienne pointed out. "Although if you get up at 4:30 a.m. to watch Team Canada and you wake me up, you won't be watching anything because you'll be dead because I'll have killed you." She rolled over and mused on the question about the plan for the day. "I have nothing against doing this all day. I thought your father and sister were coming over for Christmas dinner at some point, though?"
"Dad said he'd ping us when he and Vikks landed. Typically, he didn't provide a time, just incase he managed to talk some government into flying him in privately." Kane paused on ESPN, banking on at least some kind of baseball or hockey coverage. "And we both know you're not going to kill me. I'm strong enough I could make you watch hockey with me. Like that scene from Clockwork Orange."
"I'm not opposed to watching hockey with you," Adrienne answered quickly, throwing her hands up defensively, "it's just the 4:30 a.m. part that I'm protesting. So I vote that rather than using your super strength to force my eyes to stay open, we do the PVR thing. Also, I'm impressed that you went with Clockwork Orange for that mental image rather than Mr. Bean's Holiday with the toothpicks."
"The kids were watching it recently. I'd say it was for class, but recall the scene before it is the topless Biblical fantasy, so likely not." He prodded Adrienne in the rear with his foot. "The trouble is that you just want to be lazy and sleep all the time. Isn't it? Yeah, it is." Kane said, jokingly admonishing her.
Adrienne hit him with a pillow in response to the prodding. "I actually haven't seen the movie so I have no idea what you're talking about with a Biblical fantasy," she shrugged, "I just know the eye thing from pop culture. And yes, you've got me all figured out, I just want to be lazy and sleep all the time," she smirked, rolling her eyes. "Might as well sleep til next year, and maybe this time next year the Sox will be worth staying awake to pay attention to."
"I doubt it. Like the Japanese groundskeepers in Major League said, they're shitty. I mean, really, John Lackey is your number three? I'd take Happ over him, and he's our sixth starter."
"It's pretty sad when all you're shooting for next year is that you're not the worst team in the league," Adrienne muttered, chewing on a fingernail. "If you'd just let me blackmail Cashman and Hahn into not letting the Yanks trade for Youk, I would be so much happier."
"He was a free agent and Boston wasn't going to sign him. Personally, I'm looking forward to the horrible visage of Youk hitting taters off of Lester and badly whiffing against the Dickster."
"I hate you," Adrienne muttered, hitting him with a pillow again. "I should have gone to the ski resort with the students."
"You would have preferred spending Christmas chaperoning students instead of abusing room service and getting up to unspeakably kinky activities with me? That hurts, really. Now I almost don't want to give you your present."
"Hey, I don't ab- ooooo present?!" The green eyes lit up and Adrienne made grabby hands towards Garrison.
"Someone is greedy. You sure you want it?" He said, teasing her.
Adrienne made a face and got up from the bed to pull a wrapped box about the size of her palm and the thickness of a good filet steak out of her overnight bag and offer it to Kane. "How about if I trade you instead?"
"Only because you've been good up until now. And did that thing with your hips earlier that makes me think you're triple jointed." Kane got up and padded to his bag, pulling out a wrapped package for her, about the size of thick hard cover book.
"It's the yoga," Adrienne smirked, switching presents with him and tearing into hers eagerly. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped when she saw the autographed Pedro Martinez jersey. "Holy shit... Gar, you didn't! Oh my God!" With a squeal she launched herself at him and kissed him.
"Someone tried to lowball the auction. Didn't seem right not to bid." He grinned, not at all unhappy with the reaction. An armful of naked Adrienne was also a winning return. "Merry Christmas, Adri."
"Merry Christmas," Adrienne replied, kissing him again. "Hey, open yours. Speaking of lowballing the auction..." she said with a chuckle.
"Give me a chance to open it before you get all distracting, eh?" He turned over the package, and stripped away the wrapping quickly. He held up the puck. "Is this what I think it is?"
Grinning from ear to ear, Adrienne nodded. "It is. Lookit us, huh? Doing a sort of 'Gift of the Magi' thing. Except... not like that in the least because that's not really what Gift of the Magi was about at all," she murmured thoughtfully. "If it was Gift of the Magi I'd sell a hat or cleats or something and you'd sell your hockey stick. That's the way that went, right? So I guess our thing is more just that technically we shopped at the same place for each other," she shrugged, continuing to grin.
"Actually, it sounds like a big misunderstanding." Kane grin turned wicked. "Especially if you thought that I said all I care about getting from you this Christmas is a puck."
"Har har." Adrienne put the Martinez jersey over her head, vowing to get a proper jersey frame and put it up on her wall tomorrow. "You gotta take this off me first, and to take it off me, first you gotta catch me," she told him, jumping on the bed and striking a pose.
"I don't know. Watching you jump around in just the jersey is pretty awesome." He pretended to lounge, watching her move.
Kane lay stretched across the end of the bed, chin pillowed in the crock of his arm as he watched the television that Adrienne was channel surfing. With school done for the holidays, and Kane shut down until after Christmas on cases, they had an unexpected week off together. Adrienne had suggested a mini-vacation in town at the upscale Plaza, which had predictably started with several hours of uninterrupted sex in Garrison's room. Lunch had been discussed, but for the moment, they seemed happy to just relax, lulled by the narcotic post-sex afterglow, idling away the remains of the morning.
"OK, seriously, you need to choose a channel. That isn't the fashion channel." He quickly appended, earning a poke in the abdomen from her big toe.
The poke in the abdomen was followed by her tossing the remote at him, since she wasn't paying attention anyway. Courtesy of Emma, they were currently fighting over the tv in their room at the Plaza, which, along with some Christmas spirit (though she would never admit to that part) put Adrienne in a rather benevolent mood. "I challenge you to find something on that doesn't have to do with Santa or the true meaning of Christmas," she declared with a raised eyebrow.
"With the NHL still locked out, that's a challenge." He thumbed past a couple of channels, seeing a distressing number of children's choirs being filmed. "So, is this the plan for today? No arguing if so..."
"At least you'll have World Junior hockey starting tomorrow?" Adrienne pointed out. "Although if you get up at 4:30 a.m. to watch Team Canada and you wake me up, you won't be watching anything because you'll be dead because I'll have killed you." She rolled over and mused on the question about the plan for the day. "I have nothing against doing this all day. I thought your father and sister were coming over for Christmas dinner at some point, though?"
"Dad said he'd ping us when he and Vikks landed. Typically, he didn't provide a time, just incase he managed to talk some government into flying him in privately." Kane paused on ESPN, banking on at least some kind of baseball or hockey coverage. "And we both know you're not going to kill me. I'm strong enough I could make you watch hockey with me. Like that scene from Clockwork Orange."
"I'm not opposed to watching hockey with you," Adrienne answered quickly, throwing her hands up defensively, "it's just the 4:30 a.m. part that I'm protesting. So I vote that rather than using your super strength to force my eyes to stay open, we do the PVR thing. Also, I'm impressed that you went with Clockwork Orange for that mental image rather than Mr. Bean's Holiday with the toothpicks."
"The kids were watching it recently. I'd say it was for class, but recall the scene before it is the topless Biblical fantasy, so likely not." He prodded Adrienne in the rear with his foot. "The trouble is that you just want to be lazy and sleep all the time. Isn't it? Yeah, it is." Kane said, jokingly admonishing her.
Adrienne hit him with a pillow in response to the prodding. "I actually haven't seen the movie so I have no idea what you're talking about with a Biblical fantasy," she shrugged, "I just know the eye thing from pop culture. And yes, you've got me all figured out, I just want to be lazy and sleep all the time," she smirked, rolling her eyes. "Might as well sleep til next year, and maybe this time next year the Sox will be worth staying awake to pay attention to."
"I doubt it. Like the Japanese groundskeepers in Major League said, they're shitty. I mean, really, John Lackey is your number three? I'd take Happ over him, and he's our sixth starter."
"It's pretty sad when all you're shooting for next year is that you're not the worst team in the league," Adrienne muttered, chewing on a fingernail. "If you'd just let me blackmail Cashman and Hahn into not letting the Yanks trade for Youk, I would be so much happier."
"He was a free agent and Boston wasn't going to sign him. Personally, I'm looking forward to the horrible visage of Youk hitting taters off of Lester and badly whiffing against the Dickster."
"I hate you," Adrienne muttered, hitting him with a pillow again. "I should have gone to the ski resort with the students."
"You would have preferred spending Christmas chaperoning students instead of abusing room service and getting up to unspeakably kinky activities with me? That hurts, really. Now I almost don't want to give you your present."
"Hey, I don't ab- ooooo present?!" The green eyes lit up and Adrienne made grabby hands towards Garrison.
"Someone is greedy. You sure you want it?" He said, teasing her.
Adrienne made a face and got up from the bed to pull a wrapped box about the size of her palm and the thickness of a good filet steak out of her overnight bag and offer it to Kane. "How about if I trade you instead?"
"Only because you've been good up until now. And did that thing with your hips earlier that makes me think you're triple jointed." Kane got up and padded to his bag, pulling out a wrapped package for her, about the size of thick hard cover book.
"It's the yoga," Adrienne smirked, switching presents with him and tearing into hers eagerly. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped when she saw the autographed Pedro Martinez jersey. "Holy shit... Gar, you didn't! Oh my God!" With a squeal she launched herself at him and kissed him.
"Someone tried to lowball the auction. Didn't seem right not to bid." He grinned, not at all unhappy with the reaction. An armful of naked Adrienne was also a winning return. "Merry Christmas, Adri."
"Merry Christmas," Adrienne replied, kissing him again. "Hey, open yours. Speaking of lowballing the auction..." she said with a chuckle.
"Give me a chance to open it before you get all distracting, eh?" He turned over the package, and stripped away the wrapping quickly. He held up the puck. "Is this what I think it is?"
Grinning from ear to ear, Adrienne nodded. "It is. Lookit us, huh? Doing a sort of 'Gift of the Magi' thing. Except... not like that in the least because that's not really what Gift of the Magi was about at all," she murmured thoughtfully. "If it was Gift of the Magi I'd sell a hat or cleats or something and you'd sell your hockey stick. That's the way that went, right? So I guess our thing is more just that technically we shopped at the same place for each other," she shrugged, continuing to grin.
"Actually, it sounds like a big misunderstanding." Kane grin turned wicked. "Especially if you thought that I said all I care about getting from you this Christmas is a puck."
"Har har." Adrienne put the Martinez jersey over her head, vowing to get a proper jersey frame and put it up on her wall tomorrow. "You gotta take this off me first, and to take it off me, first you gotta catch me," she told him, jumping on the bed and striking a pose.
"I don't know. Watching you jump around in just the jersey is pretty awesome." He pretended to lounge, watching her move.
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