Kane/Marie: Christmas Day
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xp_logsBACKDATED: Marie spends Christmas with the Kanes.
Kane was the first out of the hull and yet, Rogue was ahead of him, stretched out on the boat in her tiny bikini, greeting the early rays of the sun. Kane sat down beside her and put the cooler of beer next to them.
"So, now you know why Dad invites you."
She put her bent leg down, trading it for the other as she stretched lazily for a beer next to her.
"Because I'm forbidden eye candy? Or because he doesn't think you can drink all this beer?"
"I blame the eye candy. He always has tons of beer." Kane passed her one and then stretched out beside her. "You know he once thought we should get married?"
Rogue did an immediate spit take, her sunglasses askew as she laughed hysterically.
"Us?? Married? Jesus fuck, no, why?? that'd be terrible! I'd rather marry your sister if I had to pick a Kane."
"Yup. Great for the old ego." Kane said wryly as Vikks showed up.
"We're getting married? Oh Marie, I need you to put out a lot more." She said, pouring herself a glass of champagne.
Rogue lifted her beer in cheers. "Buy me diamonds, and then we're talking, Vikks." She stretched out and fixed her sunglasses. "Can you imagine me and your brother married? We'd fight every night over who gets to be the man."
"It would be me. Always,"
"Can you both stop being gross. I mean, we used to date."
"And you failed. She didn't want to put up with you." Vikks joked, but also snaked out next to Rogue, running her fingers up her arm. "You're too pretty to waste on my brother."
"And too classy for you," Rogue teased back, flicking at Vikks' hands.
"Garrison, your sister is sexually harassing me. Do something before I really think you're not husband material."
"Nope, you supported her as she made fun of me." Kane said, stretching out in the sun. Vikks clicked her tongue but eased back.
"Damn. Why do you and Adrienne and the others have such narrow interests?" She huffed.
"Capitalism," Rogue responded, then took a good swig of her cold beer. "Or the patriarchy. Take your pick."
She sighed happily.
"A vacation within a vacation... I like this."
Vikks rolled over and grabbed herself a couple of bottles before heading away, leaving them the deck alone. Kane stretched out a bit as she snuggled next to him.
"This was the Christmas I needed. Love you, Marie. I missed you a lot."
Rogue leaned away, squinted at him for a moment before breaking out in smile. "Love you too, Gar. I need to honestly flush Logan outta my brain, I think." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and a nuzzle before settling again. "I keep going hardcore introvert for no reasons and then I forget what it's like having friends."
"Well, you have my dad's boat. My sister. I wish she didn't feel the need to act so horny." He said archly. He gathered her in for a moment. "So whatever you need..."
"That's your family motto, babe. 'Can I stick it in?'" She thought for a moment, enjoying the sun, the smell of the ocean....it really was nice.
"Just do what you always have: take me in when I realize I need people again. No questions asked."
"Sounds about right." Kane opened a couple of beers and leaned over. "Merry Christmas." He said, passing her the drink and giving her a holiday kiss. It wasn't aggressive or passionate, just the product of a long and deep friendship..
It was these little things that had her completely feeling reconnected. She kissed him back before again leaning her head on his shoulder. The quiet was nice, no sound other than the waves, the beer, and Vikks
Always Vikks.
"You think she'll ever settle down?"
"Well, she's not even forty yet, at the top of her field and incredibly well compensated for it, with frankly zero shame and borderline disturbing appetites. Unless Worthington and Morse flame out, I'm going to say no. And then consider throwing myself to the sharks for even considering that idea for a hot second." He shuddered.
Rogue burst out laughing so hard that she snorted and then spilled her beer, and that made her start all over again. "Oh my god, can you imagine!!! Related to WARREN. You'd have to ... I dunno, wear the proper shade of tan for your socks or else be shunned from the ball."
"The social side was bad enough with Adrienne. The Horny Seagull would be... HFC-squared? A Met Gala every family Sunday?" Kane said with an aggregated grimace. "I'd need to get a duck hunting license."
"I think that's called murder, sugar." She punched him lightly in the arm. "So let's drink instead until we can't remember we are finely tuned killing machines."
"I have it on good authority that legally, he's a bird."
Kane was the first out of the hull and yet, Rogue was ahead of him, stretched out on the boat in her tiny bikini, greeting the early rays of the sun. Kane sat down beside her and put the cooler of beer next to them.
"So, now you know why Dad invites you."
She put her bent leg down, trading it for the other as she stretched lazily for a beer next to her.
"Because I'm forbidden eye candy? Or because he doesn't think you can drink all this beer?"
"I blame the eye candy. He always has tons of beer." Kane passed her one and then stretched out beside her. "You know he once thought we should get married?"
Rogue did an immediate spit take, her sunglasses askew as she laughed hysterically.
"Us?? Married? Jesus fuck, no, why?? that'd be terrible! I'd rather marry your sister if I had to pick a Kane."
"Yup. Great for the old ego." Kane said wryly as Vikks showed up.
"We're getting married? Oh Marie, I need you to put out a lot more." She said, pouring herself a glass of champagne.
Rogue lifted her beer in cheers. "Buy me diamonds, and then we're talking, Vikks." She stretched out and fixed her sunglasses. "Can you imagine me and your brother married? We'd fight every night over who gets to be the man."
"It would be me. Always,"
"Can you both stop being gross. I mean, we used to date."
"And you failed. She didn't want to put up with you." Vikks joked, but also snaked out next to Rogue, running her fingers up her arm. "You're too pretty to waste on my brother."
"And too classy for you," Rogue teased back, flicking at Vikks' hands.
"Garrison, your sister is sexually harassing me. Do something before I really think you're not husband material."
"Nope, you supported her as she made fun of me." Kane said, stretching out in the sun. Vikks clicked her tongue but eased back.
"Damn. Why do you and Adrienne and the others have such narrow interests?" She huffed.
"Capitalism," Rogue responded, then took a good swig of her cold beer. "Or the patriarchy. Take your pick."
She sighed happily.
"A vacation within a vacation... I like this."
Vikks rolled over and grabbed herself a couple of bottles before heading away, leaving them the deck alone. Kane stretched out a bit as she snuggled next to him.
"This was the Christmas I needed. Love you, Marie. I missed you a lot."
Rogue leaned away, squinted at him for a moment before breaking out in smile. "Love you too, Gar. I need to honestly flush Logan outta my brain, I think." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and a nuzzle before settling again. "I keep going hardcore introvert for no reasons and then I forget what it's like having friends."
"Well, you have my dad's boat. My sister. I wish she didn't feel the need to act so horny." He said archly. He gathered her in for a moment. "So whatever you need..."
"That's your family motto, babe. 'Can I stick it in?'" She thought for a moment, enjoying the sun, the smell of the ocean....it really was nice.
"Just do what you always have: take me in when I realize I need people again. No questions asked."
"Sounds about right." Kane opened a couple of beers and leaned over. "Merry Christmas." He said, passing her the drink and giving her a holiday kiss. It wasn't aggressive or passionate, just the product of a long and deep friendship..
It was these little things that had her completely feeling reconnected. She kissed him back before again leaning her head on his shoulder. The quiet was nice, no sound other than the waves, the beer, and Vikks
Always Vikks.
"You think she'll ever settle down?"
"Well, she's not even forty yet, at the top of her field and incredibly well compensated for it, with frankly zero shame and borderline disturbing appetites. Unless Worthington and Morse flame out, I'm going to say no. And then consider throwing myself to the sharks for even considering that idea for a hot second." He shuddered.
Rogue burst out laughing so hard that she snorted and then spilled her beer, and that made her start all over again. "Oh my god, can you imagine!!! Related to WARREN. You'd have to ... I dunno, wear the proper shade of tan for your socks or else be shunned from the ball."
"The social side was bad enough with Adrienne. The Horny Seagull would be... HFC-squared? A Met Gala every family Sunday?" Kane said with an aggregated grimace. "I'd need to get a duck hunting license."
"I think that's called murder, sugar." She punched him lightly in the arm. "So let's drink instead until we can't remember we are finely tuned killing machines."
"I have it on good authority that legally, he's a bird."
