Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

[brokenoptimism]

Pine and cinnamon filled the warm mansion air in the dim glow of the early morning hours. A large Jeffrey Pine was settled in the corner of the large living room, a fair distance from the quietly whistling fire place. Above it, stockings dangled from the mantle where candles flickered meekly, their was nearly melted down to the core from along

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[kpcalmntelepath]

The attentiveness of his ears, constantly flicking towards any sound, was what woke Charles. Without so much as a thought, he sat up, bleary eyed, and stretched out. First up in the normal human sense, then much like a cat. Ass up in the air as he stretched his shoulders and back, his flexible spine popping the nitrogen out of his discs with a rapid poppoppoppoppop. Sighing softly, Charles finally remembered that his rescuer was sharing the bed and smiled sleepily at his companion.

Over the course of his stay, he had picked up speech and the ability to read at a second grade level, though he still preferred the meows and purrs of his feline language.

"Xavi-ah." He smiled and nuzzled at the over's chest and neck, purring loudly, the sound rumbling in his own chest and throat.

[brokenoptimism]

Watching Charles' morning stretch always managed to remind Xavier of just how fascinating his mutation truly was. He always cut his thoughts off before he would allow his mind to wander down its usual paths of scientific curiosity. After what the mutant had already been through, even the thought of it made twinges of guilt rush through him. Cerulean eyes, wide awake and attentive, watched Charles through his sleepy routine until he was being nuzzled into once more.

"Good morning, Charles." He chuckled with a warm smile, stroking gentle fingers through his soft hair. "Happy Christmas."

[kpcalmntelepath]

Charles perked up at the word Christmas. He remembered Christmas. That was the day the laboratory was closed and thus he had no tests done on him.

Smiling brightly, his tail swaying in satisfaction, Charles nodded, "Happy Christmas." His own blue eyes sparkled brightly, though the slitted pupils were large due to the lack of light in the room.

After a long pause of snuggling and nuzzles and a possible nip or two on Charles' part, the feline mutant straddles Xavier's legs, smiling brightly. Charles, if he knew the term, would probably have coined the adjective of sex-kitten. Because he loved it. Partly because he was a bit more than attention starved, and also because Xavier was incredibly gentle when he needed it and not so as well. Biting his lip slightly, his pupils shrank into small-ish slivers of black and a smirk tugged on Charles' lips.

[brokenoptimism]

The sudden pressure on Xavier's hips, and the look in Charles' eyes, sent an expectant shiver firing down through the synapses along his spine. He bit the corner of his lower lip to stifle the soft groan as his body reacted to the suggestive positioning