"Yes, definitely, please," Steve agreed, being completely unsuccessful at hiding his relief at the idea of more heat. He shivered as he took off his coat, and couldn't help but glance out the large windows, where snow was starting to stick to the glass, and thin fingers of frost were slowly but steadily creeping inward from the corners.

This is gonna be a bad night, he couldn't help thinking - and immediately tried to shake the thought out of his head. It was Christmas Eve, technically Christmas morning now, and he refused to let ghosts and paranoia ruin his first Christmas with Rogue. They intruded so often still anyway, he wouldn't let them take hold now. Even if it meant not sleeping the rest of the night, he was going to make this Christmas count with Rogue, for all the right reasons. Nightmares wouldn't happen tonight, for him.

It was Christmas now, he realized. Moving over to Rogue, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck before resting his cheek against her hair. "So, we never decided. Are we waiting until morning-morning to give gifts... or are we doing it now, since it's after midnight, and so technically Christmas."

Yes, he was very much a little kid at heart, and wanted presents now. Really, he just wanted to see Rogue open hers.