Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

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Faye woke up to the feeling of lips pressed against her temple. The gesture made her heart flutter. Her eyes were still closed and she knew she appeared to be still asleep. Being handled with such gentle adoration, especially when they didn't even know she was privy to it, healed a hole inside of her.

A second kiss was placed on top of her head, followed by a low whispered conversation she couldn't quite make sense of.

"She definitely does." Wade's familiar chuckle infiltrated her ears.

"I definitely do what?" Faye's sleepy voice questioned.

"Wade thinks you snore."

"No no. I know she snores. I think she snores worse than I do."

"That's bullshit! I do not snore."

"Well, ..." Logan starts and then immediately stops as Faye cranes her neck to look at him. He is pressed to her left and Wade is draped over her on her right.

"Baby, it's cute. You're our little lawnmower."

Faye sits up quickly and then immediately winces. The two men scramble to ease whatever could be causing her pain.

"I'm fine guys, I'm just .. sore."

"Sore? From our massive horse cocks? Penetrating you ? All night ?" Faye reaches behind her head and whacks Wade with a fluffy pillow.

"What can we do? Can we get you anything?" Logan cradles her head in his hands tenderly.

"Don't hate me." He cocks his eyebrow waiting for the kicker. "Can we stay here today?"

"Baby, are you avoiding becoming an Avenger because you're scared you might take one look at Bucky and want to leave us?"

"I'm not avoiding." Logan looks in her eyes inquisitively. He knew she had reservations and fears about this new chapter. "I'm being serious. I did have anxieties about getting there but ... they obviously see something in me that they think is worth all of this trouble."

They both believe her, Faye is skilled in many areas but lying is not one of them.

Playing poker with her is like playing a game of Twister with Blind Al.

"I'm also afraid of hitting a pothole in this condition." She gestures to the portion of her body still covered by blankets.

"Oh my poor poor baby come here." Wade uses a mopey cartoonish baby talk voice and scoops her into his cradled arms.

"Yes, we'll stay here until tomorrow morning. But Faye, we're driving through the night after that."

"Daddy's putting his foot down." Wade playfully pinches her nose.

Logan reaches over the two of them to grab the hotel phone resting on the nightstand. A sunny receptionist answers with a big bright "Gooooood morning!!"  Logan pulls the phone away from his ear and grimaces.

"Yeah um, I wanna order room service for 403-" Wade snatches the phone from his hand.

"Are we able to order off of the breakfast and dinner menu? Oh marvelous! One of everything. Yes, everything. Chop chop!" He slams the phone back on the nightstand and looks back at his two companions shocked faces.
"What? Happy's buying."

*****

There is a smorgasbord of different cuisines sprawled across the massive California king. Baked Alaska, eggs Benedict, steak salad, chicken fingers, French toast, lobster risotto, etc. Faye tried to protest the colossal waste this would be since there's no way they would be able to finish it all, to which Wade responded, "just compost it"

Logan handed Faye the remote and she scoured through hundreds of cable networks.

"You know they normally have soft-core porn once you get to the five-hundreds."

"Why would I watch porn when I have you two?"

"Touché, baby girl, touché."

"Please can you just pick something." Logan asks with a mouth full of bolognese.

"He hates the sound of chewing." Wade whispered shouted to Faye. She keeps scrolling down the channel guide looking for something that would please everyone. She finally settles on some movie musical about the guy who invented the circus or something.

"I fucking hate musicals."

"Logan you hate everything."

"Not everything." He places a hand on Faye's leg and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Where are my words of affirmation? Don't you care about me at all anymore?" Wade pretends to weep and dries his fake tears with his BLT.

"Remember when I drove all the fucking way across the country so you wouldn't have to face the scary plant lady by yourself?"

"Hehe yeth."

*****

As the credits roll there wasn't a dry eye in the room, Logan pretended like he had an eyelash but they knew the truth. Faye reached for a French fry when she noticed the plate was empty. All of the plates were empty.

"Holy shit. We actually did it."

*****

   Just some short fluff after that last chapter! Hope yall enjoy, I'll be updating soon.