Holiday in Handcuffs

“Come on, Marie. Please.”
“No Logan. Ah can’t believe ya asked meh to do that.”
“It can be my present. Come on. Christmas doubles as my birthday. Can’t ya just do this for me please?”
“Why this of all things?”
“Ya know I like it when you’re tied up.”
“Logan...”

“Ouch. That’s too tight.”
“Sorry, Darlin’”
“Not so tight. Damn Logan are you trying to take my hand off or what?”
“Sorry, babe, really I’m not the greatest at this, ya know.”

“Rogue?”
“Yeah, Scott?”
“Are you wearing handcuffs?”
“No. Jeez where would you get that idea? Men.”

“Logan?”
“Yes, Jean?”
“Was that Rogue?”
“Yes it was.”
“Why is she wearing handcuffs?”
“She’s not.”

“Charles?”
“Yes, Ororo?”
“Would you like another biscuit?”
“Yes, thank you. Ororo, is Marie wearing handcuffs?”
“No she can’t possibly be wearing hand...I think she is.”

“Logan.”
“Yes, Marie...”
“Ah looked like a complete fool. Making meh walk around with handcuffs all day. God, ya shoulda seen Scott’s face. Ah didn’t know he could feel that way towards little ole meh.”
”Scott, ya shoulda seen Jean. Didn’t know she swung that way.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“YES.”

“Jean, I got this brilliant idea early. I want to lock you in handcuffs.”