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xp_logsBobbi and Warren share a little Christmas moment together. Backdated to December 23, 2017.
When Bobbi discovered that Warren had seen very few - if any - Christmas movies, she knew what her mission was for this holiday season. She curated a list of the absolute essential movies for him to watch: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, A Christmas Story, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and Elf to name a few. For every movie she made him watch, she was going to give herself a point. Her goal was to score 10 points this year.
Not that she was competitive or anything.
Having queued up a few of the films, she invited Warren over for this holiday movie marathon. Snacks were laid out and blankets arranged for maximum comfort; she wasn't going to give him any excuses not to watch these movies with her.
"So you mean to tell me you haven't seen any Christmas movies? Seriously?"
Warren shook his head. "My dearest Bobbi, that would imply that someone actually cared enough to show me these movies. Or conversely, that I was actually home for the holidays. Growing up, I was most likely in Switzerland, or Japan, or anywhere my parents' thought I'd be entertained enough to leave them alone to their whoring and their boozing." He stretched his arms out, extending his wings in the process. "The nannies they paid to watch me were given strict instructions to not allow me to watch television. Daddy Worthington likes to ensure he's getting his money worth."
"That's... kind of sad," she said, reaching over from her seat on the couch and scooping up her remote. Bobbi patted a spot on the couch next to her as she turned on Netflix and started scrolling through the menu to find a good movie to start off with tonight.
"So wait, you don't have any real memories of decorating a tree, having hot cocoa, opening just the one present on Christmas Eve, if you were good anyway." She coughed. "I was always good, by the by, just saying sometimes some other kids wouldn't be, or so I hear."
Warren smirked, and moved to her, using his wings to wrap her close. "Sure, always good. Perfect, little, Bobbi." He punctuated each word with a kiss, before sighing. "We had picture perfect Christmases, but no emotions. Just... well, the motions . Mass at midnight if we were in New York. Professionally wrapped gifts. The whole nine yards. From what you're talking about, sounds like it was different for you."
"Like there was ever any doubt." She put down the remote once the movie started - Elf was her final decision - and picked up a bowl of popcorn, flicking a few puffs at Warren before cuddling in. "That does sound nice, just... different, yeah, like you said." Bobbi didn't want to put down his traditions, after all. "I can introduce you to some of my traditions maybe. That could be something we can do, if you'd like. Which we kinda are now, with the whole movie thing."
"What other traditions?" Warren was half-watching the movie. Bobbi was more interesting really.
"Well, I'd help my mom make cookies," she replied, adjusting herself on the couch a little. "But honestly my 'helping' was mostly watching her and sampling the final product. For quality control purposes, of course." Bobbi nodded in confirmation, the ghost of a grin playing on her lips. "What else... there's hanging our stockings up before going to bed Christmas Eve, the aforementioned opening one present the same night, drinking hot chocolate by the fire while watching movies."
Warren was quiet for a moment before speaking up. "Sounds like you and your family actually like each other and get along."
Bobbi frowned and put a hand on Warren's arm, looking up at him. "Why do I get the feeling that I can't say the same thing about you and your family?"
He cleared his throat. "Just be very thankful I haven't subjected you to dinner yet. It's ...not the greatest thing. Ask Jean. She was filled with such pity, and I hate that. I know my parents are shitty. It's going through the motions until they die, at this point."
"I will, you know. If you need me to, go to dinner with them, that is." Even if it would be pretty awkward by the sounds of it, Bobbi would go in a heartbeat if it helped him to not be alone with them. There was so much more she wanted to add but decided against it, figuring it was probably a very touchy subject. "Or anything else for that matter, because, well. I think that you're kinda amazing. Secret's out." She lightly punched him on the arm for emphasis.
Grinning over at Bobbi, he decided to lean over and nuzzle her nose. "Not a very good secret, considering you have sex with me." He stole a kiss, moved away, and then decided to have another one. "You're probably the best Christmas present I've ever had, Bobbi."
"Well, technically I'm not sure you can call me a Christmas present, but I'll take it," she replied with a chuckle. "But if you're counting me as one, then I can say the exact same thing about you." Bobbi gave him another kiss, smiling once she pulled away from him. "Merry Christmas, Warren."
When Bobbi discovered that Warren had seen very few - if any - Christmas movies, she knew what her mission was for this holiday season. She curated a list of the absolute essential movies for him to watch: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, A Christmas Story, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and Elf to name a few. For every movie she made him watch, she was going to give herself a point. Her goal was to score 10 points this year.
Not that she was competitive or anything.
Having queued up a few of the films, she invited Warren over for this holiday movie marathon. Snacks were laid out and blankets arranged for maximum comfort; she wasn't going to give him any excuses not to watch these movies with her.
"So you mean to tell me you haven't seen any Christmas movies? Seriously?"
Warren shook his head. "My dearest Bobbi, that would imply that someone actually cared enough to show me these movies. Or conversely, that I was actually home for the holidays. Growing up, I was most likely in Switzerland, or Japan, or anywhere my parents' thought I'd be entertained enough to leave them alone to their whoring and their boozing." He stretched his arms out, extending his wings in the process. "The nannies they paid to watch me were given strict instructions to not allow me to watch television. Daddy Worthington likes to ensure he's getting his money worth."
"That's... kind of sad," she said, reaching over from her seat on the couch and scooping up her remote. Bobbi patted a spot on the couch next to her as she turned on Netflix and started scrolling through the menu to find a good movie to start off with tonight.
"So wait, you don't have any real memories of decorating a tree, having hot cocoa, opening just the one present on Christmas Eve, if you were good anyway." She coughed. "I was always good, by the by, just saying sometimes some other kids wouldn't be, or so I hear."
Warren smirked, and moved to her, using his wings to wrap her close. "Sure, always good. Perfect, little, Bobbi." He punctuated each word with a kiss, before sighing. "We had picture perfect Christmases, but no emotions. Just... well, the motions . Mass at midnight if we were in New York. Professionally wrapped gifts. The whole nine yards. From what you're talking about, sounds like it was different for you."
"Like there was ever any doubt." She put down the remote once the movie started - Elf was her final decision - and picked up a bowl of popcorn, flicking a few puffs at Warren before cuddling in. "That does sound nice, just... different, yeah, like you said." Bobbi didn't want to put down his traditions, after all. "I can introduce you to some of my traditions maybe. That could be something we can do, if you'd like. Which we kinda are now, with the whole movie thing."
"What other traditions?" Warren was half-watching the movie. Bobbi was more interesting really.
"Well, I'd help my mom make cookies," she replied, adjusting herself on the couch a little. "But honestly my 'helping' was mostly watching her and sampling the final product. For quality control purposes, of course." Bobbi nodded in confirmation, the ghost of a grin playing on her lips. "What else... there's hanging our stockings up before going to bed Christmas Eve, the aforementioned opening one present the same night, drinking hot chocolate by the fire while watching movies."
Warren was quiet for a moment before speaking up. "Sounds like you and your family actually like each other and get along."
Bobbi frowned and put a hand on Warren's arm, looking up at him. "Why do I get the feeling that I can't say the same thing about you and your family?"
He cleared his throat. "Just be very thankful I haven't subjected you to dinner yet. It's ...not the greatest thing. Ask Jean. She was filled with such pity, and I hate that. I know my parents are shitty. It's going through the motions until they die, at this point."
"I will, you know. If you need me to, go to dinner with them, that is." Even if it would be pretty awkward by the sounds of it, Bobbi would go in a heartbeat if it helped him to not be alone with them. There was so much more she wanted to add but decided against it, figuring it was probably a very touchy subject. "Or anything else for that matter, because, well. I think that you're kinda amazing. Secret's out." She lightly punched him on the arm for emphasis.
Grinning over at Bobbi, he decided to lean over and nuzzle her nose. "Not a very good secret, considering you have sex with me." He stole a kiss, moved away, and then decided to have another one. "You're probably the best Christmas present I've ever had, Bobbi."
"Well, technically I'm not sure you can call me a Christmas present, but I'll take it," she replied with a chuckle. "But if you're counting me as one, then I can say the exact same thing about you." Bobbi gave him another kiss, smiling once she pulled away from him. "Merry Christmas, Warren."
