Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

15

"My dick is going to fall off. She can't keep doing this all day. I'm fucking exhausted."

"You know she's doing it on purpose, dipshit."

"I don't caaaarrreeee. It's working. She's an evil man eating minx ... I just adore her."

Logan and Wade watch from the parked car as Faye wanders around the gas station looking for a snack to hold her over until the next time they stopped later that evening. Today she was wearing a tight fitted grey tank top that exposed her ample cleavage, along with a pair of matching grey sweats that sat low on her hips. They were loose and baggy in the leg but fit perfectly everywhere else.

Ya know the grey sweatpants thing isn't exclusive to men ... it's fucking kryptonite. Fuck- can I reference that? That's a Superman thing right? Fuck. Um ... it's like a Thanos snap? No that doesn't work. Erm.. it's hot. I love to see it. Moving on. DC please disregard. I loved the new Suicide Squad, you guys can borrow James Gunn all you want.

Faye walks back to the car with the world's most gargantuan coffee cup made by man. She had a bounce in her step today, she hoped they would think it was the caffeine intake and not one of her, albeit transparent, seduction methods. Their eyes were glued to her. Even if they are smart enough to see through her games it wouldn't matter, they were desperate for her. She knocked on the passenger window as to announce her arrival. Wade opens the door and scoots next to Logan, making the seat closest to the door available for her.

"But I always sit in the middle." She whines, looking up at him with her classic puppy dog  pout. Wade rolls his eyes at her, even though that response is exactly why he did it.

"You're such a brat." He complains as he exits the car, holding the door for Faye.

"Yeah, but I'm your brat." Wade playfully spanks her ass at the remark as she climbs into the truck.

"That's disappointing," she sighs. "I imagined you'd be rougher than that." She casually looks at Wade and despite the mask she can tell he was gobsmacked. She fastens her seatbelt and pats on the open spot next to her, signaling Deadpool to come sit.

"What's that?" Logan points the gem poking out beneath the hem of her top.

"My bellybutton ring." She lifts up the bottom of shirt showing off her decorated navel. "Do you like it?" Her talents in feigning innocence might be her greatest power.

"Sure." Logan grumbles as he catches himself staring for a second too long. He fumbles with the radio until the static is finally replaced by music. Faye sighs and takes a sip from her coffee. She has an idea, one that is so embarrassing and sets the feminist movement back about 5 years .. nothing major but definitely not a proud moment. She reaches a finger into the dome lid of her cup and scoops out a heap of whipped cream. She parts her glossed lips and starts licking the cream off of her finger. She can feel their stares on her. She looks at Logan and puts her finger back in her mouth, taking another taste.

"You should be watching the road." She purrs.

Wade groans and adjusts himself in the pants portion of his suit. He rolls the window down and takes a deep breath. Faye goes in for another helping of cream but Wade's hand grabs her coffee and throws it out of the window.

"WADE!!"

"Look, baby I see what you're doing and I hear you .. it's working. But we have about seven hours until we can-"

"YOU LITTERED!"

Logan had to pull the car over so Wade could pick up the discarded coffee, along with any other garbage on the side of the road. Faye stood outside of the car with her arms crossed and an unrelenting scowl. After his Faye mandated community service, he walked back to the truck with his head hung low. Not letting her climax was one thing but this was her entire deal. He felt so bad about it, which says a lot because he very rarely does.