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"Logan welcome to my home, and Wade ... welcome back!" She stands with her arms stretched out and is doing jazz hands, big goofy smile on her face. Logan looks around at the clean but cluttered home. Big windows, exposed brick, floor to ceiling shelving units holding hundreds of plants. One bedroom.

"You know, I can just sleep on the couch." He rubs the back of his neck with his hand, practically anticipating the pain he'd be in tomorrow morning. Faye's eyes rake over his massive body and then she looks at her poor couch. It can barely handle her taking an occasional nap on it. Once, she felt it tremble from the weight of her takeout. Unfortunately when it came to home decor, Faye believed in fashion over function. The couch looked too cute to pass up.

"I appreciate the offer, but I like my couch too much to risk you eroding it into dust. Besides, my bed is huge. I promise you it's not a big deal. I feel comfortable." He knew she meant it, she wasn't nearly as drunk as she had been earlier.
"Wait here, I think I have some of my exes pajamas you both can probably fit in."

"Well I'm fucking starving." Wade busts open the fridge and he lets out a disappointed sigh. "Princess, by any chance are you-"

"Vegan? Yeah, I figured you would've guessed that." She gives him a sheepish grin and passes him a stack of clothes. "Go change, I can make you both ramen."

Logan observes her in the kitchen, shes like a cartoon princess practically humming show tunes to herself. That's until she takes out a knife and starts going to town on some bok choy like it owed her money. Her focus, her precision, it was addicting to watch. He noticed she was still in her suit and he felt a pang of something in his chest. He's comfortable in her ex boyfriend's Radiohead tshirt and flannel pajama pants while she's cooking and offering up her bed space.

"Faye," he slowly approaches her from behind. "Why don't you go relax, I can finish this." When she turns her body to look at him, he grabs the knife from her hand and gives her a soft smile.

"One condition," she says narrowing her eyes at him.

Logan is stirring the noodles into the broth, now wearing an Anthropology apron that could barely tie around his waist. The way it made her laugh made him melt. Apparently, he can't say no to her.

When Faye crosses the threshold of her bedroom and reaches for the zipper down her back she hears a creak in the floor.

"Don't stop on my account," Wade says putting his hands up. "I could even take care of that for you if you'd like." Faye rolls her eyes but then notices what he's wearing. It's the pajamas she leant him but he's wearing them over the Deadpool suit.

"You know I meant you could wear those .. instead of your dirty, blood soaked, gun powder covered work uniform. Not in tandem with." She grabs a big t-shirt from her dresser and turns her back to Wade, signaling him to unzip her. Once he glides the zipper down far enough to where he can see her back dimples, she steps into her bathroom to fully change. When she stepped back into her room she expected Wade to have dropped the bit and just be himself. But she was wrong. He was lying in her bed with both the suit and pajamas on, now holding her childhood stuffed hippo. She sits on the corner of the bed closest to him and puts a hand on his leg. "Why don't you want to take the suit off?"

"It helps with my sleep apnea."

"Wade, I'm serious."

"I like how this is right now. The witty banter, the flirting. I don't want to mess that up quite yet."

"And that has to do with the suit because..."

"You might not like what I've got going on underneath."

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