BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
LOGAN AND HIS VERY BIG, VERY STRONG, VERY THICK —
ARMS. YEAH.
ARMS.

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KETTI HAD NEVER BEEN SOMEONE TO TAKE THINGS SLOWLY.

Or seriously.

She'd been casual after casual after casual — except Frank, which she'd begrudgingly admitted was slightly more than casual — until Wade.

(Aww, sugar, don't I feel special?)

With Wade, things just...came easy. He was constantly blowing up her phone and always asking to hang out — and he'd stop by after work in his Deadpool outfit and perch himself at the bar she worked in.

(Had to keep Frank away.)

It had only been a week, and she was...

Happy.

But things were slow. He seemed scared of taking it to the next level. Not because he wasn't confident (somebody call the moving company because I'm packing) but because neither of them were sure how to tell Logan.

Or even...do a throuple...thing.

And it wasn't that Ketti didn't like Logan because fuck, did she like Logan. His arms, his smile, his height, the way he could pick her up and toss her around and —

But she was with Wade now.

So it wasn't complicated, just...tentative.

Cautious.

Over-abundantly so.

"We should just get fucked together," Wade suggested, her head in his lap as she passed him the half-smoked joint, his hand running through her hair. "I literally fucked him last night. The guy is fucking horny, kitty."

"Yeah, but what if—"

"—Baby," Wade cut her off with an exasperated smile. "You worry too much. He's wanted this for months."

"What if it complicates things?"

"Do you and I feel complicated?"

"Well, no, but—"

"—Then why, pretty lady, would you feel like Logan would complicate things? The guy only speaks with grunts sometimes. There are days where only his dick speaks to me."

(Those are my favorite days. Forget conversation, I like stimulation.)

"What does that — what do you even mean by that?"

Wade grinned down at her, leaning down and kissing her nose. "You know what."

"You're so gross."

"I think you like it," he smiled. "I think you're obsessed with me."

"I think I'm regretting kissing you."