Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

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Faye had spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to clear her mind of anything that wasn't Wade Wilson's body on top of her own. She could still feel his jagged hands hungrily grasping at her waist, her body was craving to be devoured by him. She finally began to drift off to sleep when she started imagining what it would've been like if Wade had kept going. No stopping to tease, no stopping when Logan came back, no stopping at all.

*****

"What the fuck?" Logan's low voice was exceptionally gravely after the long night of binge drinking he indulged in. He nudged Wade awake and they both looked around at the room that was now flooded with Scarlet Sage. Vines of it lining the walls, covering the floors, wrapped around the furniture. They look at the bed next to theirs to see an unconscious Faye, muttering to herself in her sleep. Soft smiles creep upon both of their lips. Logan checks the time, not wanting to wake her if she had a bit longer to sleep in, but it was already past the scheduled departure time Faye had given them on the road-trip itinerary.

She is so type A, classic Virgo. I also should mention she has a Sagittarius mars .. just like me. All you tarot reading, septum pierced, baristas know what I'm getting at.

Logan kneels next to Faye's bedside, not wanting to startle her awake. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. It would be like frightening a baby deer.

"Faye," it barely even counts as a whisper, "... we gotta hit the road, bub." No response.
"Faye." He says only a notch louder than before. He puts his hand on her cheek, caressing her with his thumb. She nuzzles into it, still lost in a dream. He smiles down at her, absorbing the wholesome moment. It's short lived when she lets out a quiet moan with her head still resting in his hand. A new pod of red flowers sprout from the air vent on the ceiling. Logan turns his head to see Wade laughing into his pillow.

"Our room turned into a fucking terrarium because little miss Greenpeace is having a sex dream." Wade couldn't help but observe the scene unfolding in front of him. He knew he was responsible for this and it was turning him on. He stood on the opposite side of Logan and he brushed a chunk of her hair back into place. She relinquished another sigh of pleasure and the vines in the room grew a few inches.

They weren't the only ones.

"Wakey Wakey!!!" Wade bounced on the mattress. Faye jolted awake, first confused and startled, but then just pissed off at the asshole who just ruined her good time twice in a row.

"Which one of us were you dreaming about?" Logan looked smugly at her.

"Oh it was definitely me. Maybe dream Logan jumped in and joined the party but I know I was top billing."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She folds her arms and avoids eye contact. In doing so, she sees the room. Not one square inch of the suite was left untouched by the red flowers and wiry green vines. All bravado leaves her body and the embarrassment manifests itself on her flushed face.

"What happens when you actually cum?!"

"With the way you just fucking woke me up, you'll never get the chance to find out."

"Let's just pack our shit and fucking go, okay?" Logan is amused but doesn't want to overstep and make Faye feel awkward or uncomfortable. He grabs her suitcase and starts throwing her stuff back into it, she smiles at the gesture but is wincing on the inside. He wasn't folding anything.

Viiirrrgoooooo

"I guess my plans working, huh?" Wade's cocky demeanor made her want him even more. She rolls her eyes at him just to save face.

"Don't make me leave you outside of this hotel like you're a 1980's hooker"

"We are so Pretty Woman."

"Wade please shut the fuck up and pack."

"Big mistake. Big. Huge."

For those of you who don't understand references that were pre 9/11, it's time to get the fuck off the clock app and rent a fucking movie on the Amazon Prime account you don't pay for. I mean really, where is the media literacy?

*****

"House keeping!" When no one responded, the hotel maid unlocked the door and let herself inside. Her sunny disposition melted away when she saw the piles and piles of wilting flowers covering the entirety of the room.

"This is why I fucking hate mutants."

*****

"Does that happen every time?" They had been in the car for a little over 2 hours before Wade finally mentioned what happened earlier that morning.

"No."

"Has that happened ... before?" Logan was dying to know more.

"My telekinesis can be tethered to emotion when it's overwhelming."

"Overwhelming?" Wade cocks an eyebrow up. She can't take a minute more of the banter and the tension. Faye just looks ahead and turns up the volume on the stereo.

The song on the radio is Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison.

Wade cackles and turns it up. He sings along using Faye's clenched fist as a microphone.

"When we stop tonight," Logan peels his eyes off of the road to meet her stare, "come get a drink with me."

*****

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