So! It's a bit post-awakitude, a little post-coital, and Lilah's cuddled up to Felix. She's been ridiculously chipper since waking, even bouncing on the bed a bit to wake him, a little earlier than usual. And she was up later than usual as well, last night. She's been affectionate and close, also, and now is definitely not an exception. Well, at least not until she suddenly sits up. "Now, you stay put," she suggests, grinning, and starts to rise from the mattress.

Felix is generally a fan of affectionate and close, of course. And post-coital. He makes a sound of mild protest when she suddenly sits up and starts to leave, but lets her go, languidly watching her move. "How put are you wantin' me to stay?" he asks, though his current version would cover most degrees.

"Put enough," Lilah teases, and wanders over to her old duffle bag. It's no longer bulging with books; those are out and displayed proudly. But she still has the duffle bag of course, holding odds and ends. And, apparently, two gifts, wrapped in blue Hannukah paper. The first is slightly larger than the second, and both of them are rather small and triangle shaped. He can probably make out a glimpse of more blue in the bag, but she doesn't take any out but the aforementioned two.

"Put... out?" Felix suggests, and bats his lashes at her, "'cause you might be able to talk me into it. If you really try." He grins, stretching out full length, pushing his hands up above his head and pointing his toes, and waits for her to return. "You got me triangles?," he teases as she does, "That's one of my favourite shapes!"

"I might could think about talkin' you into it. *Later,*" Lilah insists, and bumps up against him on the mattress as she settles back down. "In the meantime, you got some triangles t'open." She grins over at him, and hands him one, and only one, of the presents. Inside, assuming he should open it, she'll watch him with a pleased expression, and he finds a ... well. It looks like sort of like a pair of metal tongs, only not. It's in fact this:

"We'll hafta see. You might hafta work kinda hard at it, I don't wantcha thinkin' I'm easy or nothin'," Felix says as seriously as he can manage, and he sits up when she settles down and hands him the gift. He twists a little, leaning against her as he unwraps it. He is, probably unsurprisingly, not a neat and tidy unwrapper, ripping the paper off eagerly exactly the way he probably did ten years ago. "Shiny," he remarks, turning the not-tongs over in his hands as he checks them out, and gives them an experimental squeeze together.

"I could see about that," Lilah says with a sage nod. "I'll be real gentle-like. I reckon someone once was with me, so it's one o' them pay it forward kinda deals." She casts him a fond smile, and then settles in to watch him open his gift. "Shiny, indeed," she confirms, and then explains, "S'a hole puncher." She looks super proud of herself, too.

Felix gives the hole punch a somewhat quizzical look, clicking it a few more times, then 'chasing' Lilah with it, as though it were a very small metallic crocodile out for her delicious flesh. Complete with a "Rarrrrr" sound effect. "Well, I reckon I better find some holes that need punchin'," he says afterward, looking around for something to try it out on. He picks up the edge of the sheet very briefly before apparently actually thinking better of it and reclaiming a piece of the wrapping paper to try it on instead. Although there's a lingering glance that suggests he may still be kind of curious whether it would work on the fabric. "Anythin' in particular you're thinkin' I oughta be tryin' it on?" He does seem to rather like it, whether or not he entirely understands it.

Lilah giggles at the Rarrrrrr and scoots away a bit when he 'chases' her. "That ain't for usin' on me!" she protests. It's not a particularly strong or expensive-looking hole puncher. But she still looks extremely proud of herself, if not smug. When he briefly makes to use it on the sheet, she doesn't even try to stop him, but she looks pleased at his punching the wrapping paper, and maybe also his confusion, it's hard to tell. Somehow she 'forgets' to answer his question, instead starting to hand him the other package-- and then pulling it back. "Maybe I oughta open this one for ya," she suggests.

"Not unless you want me openin' yours," Felix replies, ceasing to perforate the scrap of wrapping paper, ignoring the small scattering of new confetti on their linens, and reaching toward the other package with grabby hands. Well, grabby hand, since he's still got the hole punch in the other.

"You can open mine!" Lilah yelps with a laugh as he starts to reach for it with grabby hands, and she tries to keep 'hold of it, squirming away from him. "That's a fair deal, I open one o' yours, and you open mine!" She keeps a good hold on the thing, unless he *really* tries to get it away from her. She looks highly amused no matter how that plays out.

Felix gives Lilah his best pout, while also giving not really his best attempt to obtain the gift. "But I know what's IN yours," he says, "It's not as much fun openin' them." She gets some pretty damn good puppy eyes, just to support his argument. All that large-moon energy has been starting to bleed back into his aura, and there's a particular spike of it while they 'fight' over the present; there's a shift in his lean, and a rising readiness, that might give the impression step two in the plan is to pounce.

"A'right, a'right," Lilah says, unable to resist that pout. Who could?! "One condition," she says firmly. "You cain't take off the piece o' tape with the markerin' on it offa the gift. If you do, it's gonna be a curse on ya, lots of cursin'." She nods mock-seriously. That said, she passes it over, one hand on her hip. Somehow, she looks as though she doesn't feel like she's losing out in this deal. Should he open it, he'll find what looks sort of like a stapler, with a piece of tape markered up in black over the top of the head. It's still usable, just seems to be concealing something beneath. A closer look reveals that it's not a stapler. And around then, assuming he does look closer, she announces proudly, "S'a hole puncher." It looks, in fact, quite like this:  (Of course the yellow bit = the markered bit.)

This second one makes Felix look even more quizzical. "Well, this one I can't chase you with," he says, and tries it out on the wrapping paper -- more 'confetti'! "I mean I could, but it'd just be threatenin' to hit you with it an' that's kinda just bein' a dick." He does heft it a bit, checking out the weight and balance, but not =at= her. Then one nail plays with the edge of the tape a tiny bit. "So... why can't I see what's under here? I mean, aside from cursin', which I do a lot anyhow."

Poor Felix and his hole puncher obsessed wife. Can't he have ONE holiday without their looming punchery influence?! Lilah's still looking pleased as punch, even at his quizzical expression. But when he goes to try it out on the wrapping paper, her eyes widen, and she tries to cover up the hole it's left in the paper. Some people get so persnickety about their wrapping paper, I swear. "You don't want none o' my cursin'. It's heavy-duty stuff," she says, while trying to ball up the wrapping paper so he can't see... whatever she's trying to keep him from seeing. Still, despite her trying to hide things from him, she looks less panicked and more as though this entire thing is part of some larger plan. One that amuses her highly.
When he forces the issue, Lilah tsks and mutters something about 'cursing,' though she really doesn't appear upset, just amused still. He'll find, when he looks, that the hole *this* one makes isn't small or round. It is, instead, a different shape altogether, exactly like this:  Lilah says nothing, just watching his expression with bated breath and a small smile.

"Hey!" Felix protests when she takes the paper away, "You're givin' me gifts an' not lettin' me use 'em? You gave me the paper too, technically!" He reaches over to try to keep the paper and see just what it is she's trying to hide from him. When he does, his brow furrows, even more confused for a moment, and then it clears, and he breaks into a grin, running a fingertip around the edge of the hole. "Oh, hey..." He tilts the puncher, then, trying to get a look inside its punchy-slot, which isn't easy to do. "Now, that's pretty cool."

"That's just how I roll," Lilah insists, and shakes her head after he's got the paper. She watches him very closely, and this part seems to be important to her, judging by the way she lights up when he gets that grin. "S'a hole puncher," she repeats for the third time today, grinning right back. "Supposed to be used on plastic 'n stuff like that." Pause. "You c'n take the tape off now." And assuming he does, he'll find that it says, "Pick Punch" inside a silhouette of a guitar pick.

Felix peels the tape off when he's allowed, and studies the words there a moment. "Hole puncher," he agrees, and grins evilly, "Now I got somethin' to do with those excess cards I end up with somedays." Somehow. He leans over to kiss her, taking his time about it, eventually ending it to murmur, "Thanks, doll."

"I reckon you do," Lilah agrees with a smile, and happily returns that kiss with her eyes closed. When he pulls away, her eyes remain closed for just a moment, and then flutter open. "'course," she murmurs almost shyly, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "I reckon you want what goes with th'other hole puncher now, huh?" she teases.

"You mean there's more?" Felix teases back, "Spoilin' me. ...I like it." He leans up against her again. "Gonna hafta get up and find yours, pretty soon now."

"I'll keep on spoilin' you, long's you keep on spoilin' me," Lilah says fondly, and flops back on the mattress to try and scoot her duffle bag closer. Seems she doesn't want to get up. She juuuuust barely manages to reach it, and feels around inside before handing him a strange looking metal device with a tiny crank, and some rolls of paper with musical notes on them. She doesn't make him puzzle this one out, though. It seems she's had her fun. "Ya can punch holes inna paper an' run it through that thing, an' it's s'posta be all musicboxy," she explains. "There's one for 'Happy Birthday' included. Dunno if it's, uh, practical-like, or if'n you'll like it. But you can fiddle around with it, see whatcha come up with." She shrugs, blushing a little, and hands him over the strip that's already pre-punched.

Felix looks the device over curiously, turning it around in his hands and then giving it a try, although turning the crank with no paper in doesn't do a lot. He takes a few moments to sort out the right way to feed the 'Happy Birthday' paper into it, and gives it a proper go. He grins again when the music comes out, turning the crank at different speeds to make it sound different. "That's really cool," he decides, almost surprised, "Wonder how complicated a thing it can do?"

Lilah leans over to kiss his cheek lightly, her eyes rarely even glancing away from him. "I dunno," she admits, shrugging, "I s'ppose that'll be fun to find out. Hope so, anyway." She smiles over at him, watching him fiddle with the contraption, and ends up chewing at her bottom lip after a moment. "Merry Christmas," she adds.

"Merry Christmas," Felix replies, looking back up from the thing and leaning over to kiss her again. It is, again, not a brief kiss. "...I got stuff for you," he mentions once it does break, and he gets up from the mattress, carrying his gifts along with him and setting them rather carefully and neatly on one of their shelves. He picks up a plastic bag from by his duffle, and brings it over to her; it's pretty full-looking, although the wrapping on what can be seen looks a bit haphazard.

Lilah looks beyond pleased at that kiss, and it's certainly returned in kind. Sometime during the kiss, her hand lifts up to cup his cheek. By the time he pulls away, her eyes have closed, so she reopens them as he speaks. His words prompt a grin, and she says, "I reckon I like 'stuff.'" She watches him walk over to fetch her 'stuff' with a lazy smile, although she looks more than a little interested in what he's fetched her.

Felix flops down next to Lilah again, settling in. "Well, that's good, 'cause otherwise I'd hafta keep it all myself," he says, and considers the bag a moment before sitting up a bit and unpacking the contents in front of Lilah. There's a couple rectangular ones which he keeps aside, a squarer one he doesn't, and a number of (mostly) smaller items in a stocking (the largest item sticking out of the stocking can only be some kind of bottle, by shape), all wrapped in tin foil; from the bottom there's a bigger, squishy-looking one which has mostly been wrapped by tying the handles of the bag it's in into a bow, although there seems to be some kind of tissue paper in there also. "Stuff," he says brightly, gesturing to the... well, stuff.

"Stuff!" Lilah repeats, excitedly, and leans over to kiss his shoulder before she looks around at the offering and shakes her head. "You done outdone me, at least numbers-wise. You realize this means war," she teases, and then reaches for the squarer present.

"I'm willing to fight that war," Felix says, "...although it's possible I might kinda be outta ammunition for a while after this. I wasn't plannin' on havin' to prepare for more battles." The package is, of course, very easy to unwrap -- the foil's already trying to tear at the corners to begin with -- but inside is a box which claims to contain a set of eight dessert plates. Inside that, however, is a discman -- it looks in good shape but isn't new, with no headphones, but she already owns a pair -- and CDs of Katy Perry's other two studio albums, the ones they didn't pick up for the wedding.

With a broad grin, Lilah replies to him, "You ain't got no ammunition, you forfeit. Forfeit's as good a way for me to win as any." She smiles at him fondly, and then carefully unwraps her package. She's apparently not the rip and tear kind. She smiles at the box of dessert plates, but since it's not heavy like a set of plates, she looks inside-- and promptly leans over to give him a lingering kiss. When it breaks, she murmurs, "Thank you. I ain't heard all o' this one, and I sure a s heck didn't have none o' it on CD!" she says, pointing to the oldest of the three, One of the Boys. She looks extremely touched, and this is only the first gift! In fact, she may well need prompting before she'll remember to select another-- this time, she goes peeking into the stocking.

Felix narrows his eyes at her, although it still seems pretty playful, "I never forfeit." He watches while she opens the gift, not seeming anxious, but clearly caring about her reaction. The one it gets makes him grin again, and he kisses her back more than happily. "I reckoned we had the other one, you oughta have a way to hear it. An' then, well..." The stocking's items aren't all wrapped in foil -- a few are in bits of Sunday comics, or actual wrapping paper, although there isn't much of that. Metallic pipe cleaners are folded around some objects to keep the paper on. And possibly because they're pretty and he had extra after making the angel's halo. When unwrapped, the items turn out to be a bottle of tequila, a candy cane, a selection of christmassy chocolates and other candies (including a blue Pez dispenser of a penguin in a snow hat), a pair of rhinestone earrings, and an altoids tin much like the one he carries, except this one contains a lighter, a box of papers, and the rest is packed fairly full of pot.

"Oh, not on purpose. But sometimes, the game gets called on account o' rain. Or lack o' ammunition," Lilah says, shaking her head with a smile. "I 'ppreciate it." Pause. "The CDs 'n stuff, I mean, not the forfeit." Another pause. "Though I 'ppreciate that, too!" She then sets about to unwrapping her stockinged presents. The bottle of tequila gets a broad grin, as do the chocolates and candies of various sorts. Especially the penguin. When she gets down to the earrings, she immediately puts them on, showing them off for him, and then she opens the Altoids tin curiously. She looks puzzled for just an instant, at the papers and the lighter, but then that smell hits her, and she catches on to what's inside. Her eyes widen, and then she very carefully closes it and sets it aside before giving him a tight hug. With her mouth near his ear, she whispers, "Thank you. You're all thoughtful-like." It's some moments, and likely prodding, before she even considers the last present.

"You didn't get a forfeit for Christmas. I keep those when I get 'em," Felix retorts, sneaking a hand around to tickle her side with malice aforethought. He doesn't keep it up long, though, because she has things to open, and he wants to watch it. He looks mighty pleased at her reactions, and hugs her back just as tight, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck while she's there. "I miiiight make you share things here an' there with me," he mostly-teases as they unwind, and he picks up the squishy gift to hand to her. The last pair still sits set slightly aside.

Lilah grins at his retort, and she's just about ready to say something back when she instead shrieks with laughter at the tickling, squirming away from his hand. She kisses his shoulder again when he stops, and then sets about with the opening of the presents. "I figured," she says with a grin. "'Specially these earrings," she adds, nodding seriously. She accepts the squishy-gift starting to carefully unwrap it, and hasn't really given the first pair of gifts any attention-- she seems to assume they're for someone else, or just be REALLY good at being behaved.

Felix laughs. "Damn straight," he says, "the way they sparkle's really gonna set off my eyes." He steals another quick kiss before actually letting her get to that opening. Inside the bag is... somewhat crumpled red tissue paper, but only (and barely) one layer. Carefully folded inside that is a fluffy periwinkle faux-fur coat. It's actually cut a lot like a peacoat, although it's a bit hard to see the two rows of buttons at first glance.

"It's true. Ya got good eyes," Lilah says, before returning that kiss. She looks excited, just as excited as she's been to open every other gift, and when she moves aside the tissue paper, her eyes widen. She brings it close to herself, hugging it-- and then sets it down carefully to hug him again. She bites at her lip, and then murmurs close to his ear, "Thank you." It's all she has to say.

Felix seems fairly excited himself, honestly, and attempts not to look entirely thrilled that she likes it. But pretty much fails. He hugs her back, saying, "You gotta model it for me sometime today, so I can see how it looks." He gives her an extra tight squeeze, then, for no particularly obvious reason.

"It's a deal," Lilah promises, and doesn't seem inclined to let him go, just yet. She kisses along the line of his shoulder, then murmurs, "Ya wanna see it now?" That's pretty much the only way she's going to let him go. Well, that or him looking like he wants let go *of.*

It's not really as if Felix =wants= to be let go, but it has to happen eventually, after all. Some things would get awkward otherwise, sooner or later. "...yeah," he decides, after kissing a light line up the side of her neck, "Now's prolly good." Although it does take another couple seconds before he releases her.

There's a shiver at the kissing on her neck, and then once he's pulled away, Lilah slowly reopens her eyes. She tilts her head at him, smiling, and then reaches for her coat, moving to stand. She doesn't bother putting any clothes on, so apparently she's going for that 'streaker chic' when she slips the coat on, and begins to button it up. While she does so, she does a little twirl for him, looking ridiculously happy.

Felix returns the smile, and leans back on his elbows, watching her. He doesn't appear to have any complaints about her choice of outfit, although he does muse, "I think traditionally there's complicated lacy underthings involved when coats end up standin' in for most everything else. But I reckon I'm pretty okay with this." He grins at her teasingly, though it's not for very long; the twirl and her joyfulness make him look just flat-out adoring, and he says quietly, "Beautiful."

Naturally, Lilah gets a bit of a blush at mentions of complicated lacy underthings, and she does one more twirl before she catches his look and that single word. She bites at her lip, then, and settles back down on the mattress, not bothering to remove the coat first. Instead, she sits cross-legged and pulls him in for a not so brief kiss, watching him with a seriously fond expression.

Felix kisses back, of course, fingers slipping between the furry collar and her hair, to find the back of her neck. When the kiss pauses, he can't resist another little tease from that blush, "...I almost got you some. But I reckon you don't so much want 'em an' I ain't supposed to just get gifts for myself. Even if they go on other people." He steals another kiss, then rests his forehead on hers a moment. "...'m glad you're here. I'm always glad you're here."

"Who says I don't want 'em?" Lilah teases right back, and nibbles at his lower lip for just a moment. She strokes his cheeks as they kiss, and then when his forehead rests against hers, and he says what he has to say, well. She looks touched, and shoots him an adoring cyclopean look. "I'm always glad you're here. Always. I-- y'make me real happy."

"Just this feelin' I got," Felix replies, "but if you =do=..." He smiles at the nibble, and after she speaks again, he brushes his lips against hers, quite lightly this time. "Good," he says quietly, "'cause I want to." More of those light brushes of lips, now nuzzling down to the edge of the coat's collar and up along her neck until he's nearly by her ear. "More'n anyone," he murmurs.

"I ain't got real strong opinions on the matter," Lilah says with a grin, and brushes her lips right back up against his. She closes her eyes briefly, nibbling at her bottom lip, when he nuzzles up against her, and then breathes out, "More'n anyone." One hand lowers from his cheeks to try and take his hand, though she says nothing else.

Felix's hand is taken easily enough, and he gives hers a squeeze when she does. There are more light kisses over what of her skin is still bare and within reach, and the wash of his breath, slow and even.

Lilah rubs her thumb over the top of his hand, and scoots closer to him, though they weren't particularly far apart to begin with. The hand on his cheek runs through his hair now, and then down over his neck. She shivers lightly at the feel of his lips, his breath, and murmurs, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Sinclair."

He's close enough for her to feel the little smile at the murmur. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Sinclair," he answers just as quietly, and wraps his other arm around her waist to aid in that scooting her closer -- about as close as sitting and her coat allow.

There's definitely no protest from Lilah as she's pulled in close, since she seemed to be about to do the same to him. She does end up scooting just as close as she can get, and once she's there, shows no sign of moving away. He may well need to crowbar her away at some point. She says nothing for now, just basking in the moment.

Felix nuzzles at Lilah's neck some more, giving her a little nip -- just a soft one, not the way his more often are. He lifts his head, then, to smile at her, and steal another kiss, slow and gentle like his breath. It's not particularly characteristic even for a small moon, and surely can't last on a large one like this, but for now, there it is.

That kiss is returned, wholeheartedly, and Lilah gives a soft smile at that nip to her neck. Perhaps she's thinking just how rare times like these are, because she looks particularly touched by that small kiss, her eyes seeking his. She chews at her lower lip when the kiss breaks, and presses her forehead against his, her free hand stroking his cheek again.

Felix rubs the back of her neck, letting their foreheads touch for a few moments before he says, "...s'pose prolly I oughta give you the other ones. Might run outta time, otherwise. Then I'd hafta hold onto 'em until your birthday. Or maybe Valentine's or somethin'. We'd hafta see."

Lilah pulls away just slightly, though definitely in surprise rather than upset. "There's more?" she asks, blinking, and then smiles even broader before pulling him in for another kiss. When it breaks, she murmurs, "I shoulda gotcha more. I'm sorry." That said, he gets another quick kiss.

"Nah, you shouldn't've," Felix says, "You got me awesome stuff. I just... well, I dunno, I think of shit, I just end up goin' with all of it. Prolly I shoulda just done some, an' then done other stuff for other holidays an' all, but." That would've involved thinking about the fact that there'll be other holidays at the time! "Anyway..." He unwinds an arm to reach over for the packages, and eyes them both before handing one of them over.

After chewing at her lower lip just a bit more, Lilah nods, seeming not-entirely-convinced but going with it. She accepts the package, her smile returning, and unwraps it just as carefully as all the others. Well, maybe not QUITE as carefully; she's looking even more excited now.

It is... a book! Specifically, it's The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, by Douglas Adams. "So, the bookstore chick, I was lookin' for more of that Neil Gaiman, but she said if y'like him, prolly you'd like this one too," Felix says, "...so I figured might as well give it a try." The other package is much the same shape and size, and he offers it now.

Lilah's mouth opens in a small 'o' and then she's grinning, nodding her head. "I ain't read this one yet!" she says, clearly thinking that alone is reason for excitement, let alone owning it. She pulls him in for a quick hug, kissing his cheek, and looks at the back of the book for a moment before gingerly setting it down. She accepts her other package and says as she carefully unwraps it, "You really thought about all this stuff. I... 'ppreciate it."

The second one is also a book! It is, in fact, one of the remaining Gaimans she doesn't have on the shelf. "...not sayin' they didn't have ANY of the actual guy," he continues, once she's opened it enough to see, and that grin does look rather pleased with himself. He gives her another hug, watching her reactions closely.

As he's watching so closely, he'll catch the way Lilah runs her fingertips over the book, reverently. The way she looks at him, ridiculously fond and adoring. The way she very carefully and gently sets it on top of the other book before kissing at the edge of his jawline, then down to his neck. And, of course, her soft breathing and murmur of, "Whatever ya want from me, ya know ya got it. ...right?"

Felix veritably beams at her approval of the gift; it's a decidedly younger look than usual, though it doesn't last for all that long. He wraps his arms around her when she starts with that kissing, nuzzling at her hair, and just seems... happy. Even with the influence of the moon starting to bleed back into him, eating away at the edges of the calm he was managing for a while there. "All I want from you's you," he murmurs back.

Lilah meets his gaze as he beams at her, and that younger look to him might be behind Lilah's sappy smile. There's no doubt that she's ridiculously happy in that moment. When she hears his reply, she nods shallowly and nibbles at his neck, ever so softly. "All I want from you's *you,*" she repeats, with emphasis to make it clear she's returning the sentiment.

"Just be mine," Felix says quietly, and moves his hand to tilt her chin up from where she's nibbling so that he can kiss her again. It's still relatively gentle, but there's some heat in it this time as well.

He can feel her relax against him at his words, her smile felt rather than seen. When he tilts her chin up, he can see Lilah's looking particularly touched by what he's just said. Her gaze seeks out his, almost searchingly, and then her hands are on him, sliding over his shoulders and down to his back. Just before their lips meet, she whispers, "Always," and then that kiss is returned in kind, her eyes closing for once.