Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

10

"What's the name for the reservation?" The man working the front desk kept his eyes focused on Faye, not wanting to give either of the suited up freaks that were flanking her a reason to roid out.

For the record, I, Wade Winston Wilson, have never used performance enhancing drugs. Excluding that one time I took a Rhino Pill.

"Wilma." Faye says through tight lips. Wade lets a tiny giggle out and she elbows him and tries to keep her game face on.

"Wilma..?"

"Wilma Dickfit." Faye and Wade can't conceal their laughter now and Logan just sighs.

"It's German." Wade blows a kiss to the unimpressed hotel employee as he unenthusiastically hands Faye the room key.

"You two go get settled, I need a fucking drink." Logan shoves his one bag into Wades overflowing arms, he was already carrying all of Faye's luggage.

"I'll keep the bed warm, lover." Logan just grunts in response as he makes his way to the bar the in lobby.

Wade and Faye ride the elevator to the 5th floor in comfortable silence. She sleepily rests her head on his shoulder.

"You still thinking about riding me into the sunset?"

"Don't ask me that, I'm so exhausted I might just tell you the truth." She cranes her neck so she's looking up at him. All of the air is sucked out of the enclosed space and all that's left is them and their tension. Wade inches in, slowly closing the gap between them, when they're interrupted by the DING of the elevator doors opening to their floor. Faye smiles sheepishly at him, letting the moment go stale. She leads the way to the room and grabs the key from Oswald's pot.

Yes I'm carrying ALL OF HER SHIT because I am a GENTLEMAN .. a feminist even, and I ALSO offered to carry the little fucker (Oswald not Faye) too but she was nervous I'd drop the perfect little angel baby and he apparently is very accustomed to the pot he's living in right now. Yes I realize how insane that is. She's just really fucking pretty.

Faye chooses the bed closest to the window and Wade dutifully puts her luggage right next to it in a neat pile.

She's SO fucking pretty.

"Logan is gonna come in smelling like a liver rotting from the inside out." Wade starts undressing himself in the middle of the room, only removing the mask and the shoes. "I want to be your favorite, so I figured the less putrid man stink I contribute will only help in that regard." He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. The sound of the shower running begins and the door opens just a crack. Wade's bare arm is sticking out, holding the rest of his suit, waving it, and then dropping it to the floor like he's a burlesque dancer. All Faye can do is giggle in response and threaten him to not use all of the hot water.

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"Wade, I still have to wash my face!" Faye is whining from underneath her covers. During his excruciatingly long shower, Faye changed into her pajamas. A large navy crewneck that hangs off of her right shoulder and a pair of plaid boxers; her staple jammies.

"All yours, princess." Wade comes out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam and Faye's tired eyes perk up immediately. He is standing in front of her wearing just a towel tied around his hips. Faye couldn't help herself, she slowly looked over him, afraid to miss any details she can take in now. Unsure if she should feel nervous or intrigued. She feels both.

Wade could get used to this. Faye is raking her eyes up and down his body, her smart mouth momentarily silenced by want. He wants to pick up where they left off in that damn elevator. He walks toward her bed and once again places a hand under his chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Wh- what if Logan were to come in?"

She's gets so flustered when I strip for her. Adorable.

"My guess? He'd probably watch for a while, enjoy the show we give him, and then join. He loves to play indifferent and then he just gets up in there makes you-"

"Not what I meant. Would he be ... upset? I feel like he might also be .."

"Interested in you? My cocky little girl, you are quite perceptive." Before Faye can ask for more details on what he meant by that, the gap between them is closed. Wade puts a hand on the back of her neck and kisses her feverishly. Faye can't fight her feelings in these conditions, she raises herself up on her knees and grabs him back. Their hands wander around new territories, their mouths crash together like they had been touch starved for years. Wade puts his hands on the smallest part of her waist, laying her back down on the white hotel comforter. He climbs on top of her, relocating his mouth to her neck. Faye lets a moan escape her lips when he takes a nip at the skin and a smug laugh comes from Wade. He loves having her unravel underneath him like this. Wade slowly lifts the bottom of her sweatshirt up, stopping once he gets close to her breasts. He looks her over with that sexy crooked smile and then lowers himself down to trace kisses down her stomach, he hooks his fingers on the band of her shorts, pulling them down slightly. Faye shudders in pleasure and anticipation. He looks up at her, knowing what she wants. He places slow tender kisses on her hip bones and across the top seam of her panties. She bites her lip to hide the devious smile spreading on her flushed face. Wade slides his fingers to hook around her underwear and holds their eye contact when he playfully snaps the lacy white waistband.

"That's all for tonight, princess."

"Wh-," Faye's breathing now staggered and heavy. "What do you mean that's all?"

"I can't give in to all the fun now! We have time to spare my horny little vegan." He raises himself off of her bed, watching the shock in her eyes. "I want to know you're dripping wet and desperately waiting for me to make you cum. It'll keep the trip interesting, right?" His words made Faye feel her body pulsate. All she wanted was for him to keep touching her. She wordlessly watched as he crossed the room and grabbed a pair of black briefs from his bag. He changed behind the closet door but when he came out to get into his bed, Faye could see his full erection pressed against the fabric. It made her wanting even more insufferable.

"Also, baby, don't worry about Logan. We're really good at sharing."