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"Beautiful." Morph smiled as Logan finished slicing the branches on their Christmas tree into a perfect cone.
Despite the snow outside, Logan only had on one of his signature white vests. It must be the Canadian blood in him. Not that Morph was complaining as they watched the muscles in his back harden and flex with the action.
It was thrilling to know that they were now free to watch instead of having to sneak a look.
"You better not be talking about the tree Bub." Logan grumbled although the smirk on his face betrayed the lack of heat behind his words.
"I don't know, it is a pretty handsome tree." Morph teased, sauntering closer to their partner. "It just needs one last thing."
Using their elongated arms, Morph attached a branch of mistletoe to the top of the tree.
Logan snorted.
"Mistletoe don't go on top of the tree."
"Are you complaining?"
In quiet of an answer Logan grabbed the lapels of their jacket and dragged them into a kiss.
Morph didn't hesitate to reciprocate, tracing their tongue along the sharp sting of their partner's teeth, their lips widening into a grin at the rumbling groan falling from The Wolverine's mouth. They could still feel the taste of muffins and eggnog from breakfast on his tongue. They doubted that they would ever get used to this. But in the seclusion of a secret safe house in the middle of nowhere Canada, it was nice to imagine that they could.
And for as much as Morph loved their fellow X-Men, it was nice to have some time just the two of them. Where no teenagers or teammates could interrupt them.
Still, despite both of them being near immortal, they did however need to breathe, so reluctantly they had to take a break for air. Morph took the chance to admire the soft blush spread across The Wolverine's cheeks that disappeared into the ruffled spikes of his hair.
Morph must have looked as much of a mess themselves as Logan hooked his fingers into the belt loops of their jeans. His thumb traced the slither of skin between their trousers and the hem of their yellow turtleneck.
"You're cold." Logan said, pulling them closer so that their chest was pressed flush against his.
"That's why I have you." Morph teased, wrapping their arms around his shoulders so that they could hold him even tighter.
Logan snorted again.
"That all I am to you? A walking heater?"
"You're more then that." Morph smiled, turning their head into his shoulder, to nestle even further into the Wolverine's perpetual body heat. This close they could feel the strong thud of The Wolverine's heart, something so few had been allowed to see. Yet now, Morph could feel it thump in time with their own.
"I love you."
Like last time, they hadn't planned to say it. Unlike last time however, Logan wasn't unconsciousness to the brink of death and they were meant wearing a face that wasn't their own.
Logan pulled away. Just as Morph was panicking that they had once again fucked everything up, he gently cupped their cheeks with the rough pads his hands that held blood soaked claws.
Softer than Morph had ever heard him before, The Wolverine said.
"I love you too."