Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

12

The guys unloaded the essentials from the truck as Faye got the room key from the front desk. Her stomach was in knots, she had barely spoken for the last half of the drive.

She was nervous. She felt like she was going on a fucking first date. Wade had a scheduled FaceTime with Peter and she was going to be with Logan ... by herself.

She tried to make a bulleted list in her mind of things to talk about so they don't run into any awkward silences, but then she realized that was ridiculous. She had spent almost a week with these two, she shouldn't be so anxious to just grab a drink with one of them. There was just a different level of comfortability with Wade. Even before they had kissed, they clicked with each other immediately. They were truly friends.

Logan was different. He was way more reserved than Wade was. His quiet stoicism paired with his gruff nature and no nonsense attitude made Faye feel nervous to explore him and yet still desperate to know him better. He's fucking Wolverine for fucks sake.

Faye is cognizant of the unexplainable soft spot he has for her. Normally, that's an invitation to see how much she can get from someone, it's a game she never loses. She looks a certain way and it turns (mostly) men into bumbling idiots at her feet. It never means anything more than just surface level attraction, a projection of their fantasies on to her. However, with Logan, she felt as if she had truly earned his adoration. He doesn't go around inviting everyone out for drinks, that is something he's perfectly content doing by himself. The stakes felt so high, like one wrong move and he would realize she wasn't the person he thinks she is.

The hotel bar was dimly lit and generically decorated. Logan sat on a barstool with his elbows on the counter and his legs spread apart, feet resting on the stools wooden beams. Faye insisted on running up to the room to freshen up first, so she was already two drinks behind him.

Yes I did help her pick out what to wear. The union of these sex demons going well would ultimately benefit me most of all.

"Tequila soda with a handful of limes." Logan must have noticed her walk in, he orders her drink without even making eye contact.

"How many is a handful?" The bartender was very clearly attracted to the ruggedly handsome boozehound that was manspreading in her place of work. It royally pissed Faye off.

"Reach your little claw into that dish of lime slices and get a handful." Faye says in a condescending voice while pulling out the stool next to Logan. "Please." She adds a sickeningly sweet smile and a nose scrunch for good measure. The bartender rolls her eyes and angrily mixes the drink. She might spit in it but Faye was too annoyed at her eye fucking Logan to care.

"You got a temper, don't you?"

"That was just mild annoyance. When I'm angry people tend to bleed."

"That's my girl."

The bartender returns and slams the glass down, just barely missing Faye's fingers resting on the table. The drink is filled to the brim with an abundance of lime wedges.

Gotta love malicious compliance.

*****

"You have really pretty hair." Faye's face is red from the alcohol and she's swaying in her seat ever so slightly. Logan and her have crossed the boundary of sober small talk to tipsy conversation, he could listen to her compliment him all day. "Was that weird to say?" He could see her resisting the urge to reach out and touch the top of his head. It was so fucking cute.

"Faye," He reaches and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. "You have really pretty everything."

Their formal body language from the beginning of the night melded into a comfortable closeness that would leave strangers assuming they were madly in love. Faye never noticed how funny he was. Dry, witty, sarcastic; it was a new layer he had peeled back for her.