Spideypool fanfic

Kissing His Scarred Lips

I don't know how long I've been asleep but, when I wake up, I blush because Deadpools arm is draped lazily around my middle, forever carful of my now bandaged wound, and his face is so close I can hear his almost silent breaths...
My blush deepens as I realize I'm shirtless, well the bandages cover most of my abdomen but... Still. My shoulder and back is now stitched, there's bandages over that too. The torso part of my suite hangs all sewn up, fixed and looks brand new hanging in the closet.
I never new he could sew... Well he did make his costume... But I always figured it could have been someone else that made it...
I look at his face, suddenly feeling my curiosity taking over. Deadpools voice booms in my head "Scarred lips... Scarred lips..." The curiosity is too much! I want to see his lips! I want to see what they look like!
My hand slowly travels up to his mask, I slip my fingers beneath it, feeling the friction as his skin brushes against mine. I barely get his masked pulled up to show the colour of his skin when his hand snaps to life holding my wrist.
"What.. Are you doing?" His voice is tired and a little raspy, making me shiver slightly.
"I j-just wanted t-to see your lips..." I admit, he gives me an odd look I can't read, sighing soon after.
"No you don't... You only think you do..." He moves away, my body immediately reacting by reaching for him but my eyes practically bulge out of my head before squeezing shut as hard as they can! My extreme utterance of a pained gasp makes Deadpool whirl back to me and take me swiftly and gently into his arms, concern clear across his features as I slowly open my eyes, my features strained and tense.
"Don't move too much Spidey... Or your gonna hurt yourself." I smile weakly, leaning against his chest a few moments, just listening to his heart beating like the sound of a low, strong drum.
Thump... Thump...
Thump... Thump...
"Spidey?" My mouth tugs back in a smile as I look back up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Uh..." My hands go up around the end of his mask again, slowly pulling it up and never breaking his gaze until I've got it to the bridge of his nose. That's when I stare at his lips, smiling as my fingers brush over them gently, making the rest of him shiver.
His lips are beautiful, there are many scars and blotches of them on the rest of what's visible of his face but that's not what I see... What I see is him...
"Beautiful..." I whisper and blush myself, my mask already up to the bridge of my nose, I move closer, until our lips meet in the fury of pure burning passion. It's such a sensational feeling, the way his lips fit mine like we are two joining puzzle pieces... I'm made for him... Like he is made for me...
In this moment everything disappears, all the physical pain and mental disaster that's become of me... But I swear he loves even the darkest parts of me. It's weird how one kiss, one moment can determine all that... But I don't care how crazy it sounds... Because that's how I feel. Alive and real. Kissing his scarred lips.