Catnip Affair
San Francisco, 8:00 AM, Deadpool's house
AN: Possible OOC for the Merc with a Mouth.
Deadpool opened his eyes. He rubbed his masked head. His weary eye shut tightly as he yawned. He stretched out his sore body, shaking off the heaviness off his muscular, scarred chest. He then realized that there was a ticklish sensation that swept by his right side. He quickly turned, discovering the thing that caused the ticking feeling was a long, white tail. Deadpool blankly stared at his surprise guest in his bed. Deadpool's mask moved slowly as he mouthed out an obscenity.
It was the Catgirl, Felicia. She was a half human, half cat. Deadpool identified her as a sort of werecat. She was a rather nice girl, aside from her razor sharp claws on her hands and feet along with her deadly tail. Naivety was another trait to describe her; in fact, she was a lot like Squirrel Girl. The rodent based super heroine was one of the few people to best him, Wade Wilson, in combat. Of course, he had let her win, as it would he would have felt bad mopping the floor with her with his guns. Felicia was sleeping face up, on her side of the bed. Her long, azure hair covered her amble chest. Her usually smooth white fur that covered most of her body was ruffled and matted with sweat. The mercenary looked around the room, wondering how they ended up in bed together. On his nightstand, he found large bags of catnip, two empty and the third one halfway. He loudly chuckled to himself. Felicia had said that she would not follow him, no matter how much catnip he had. Oh the irony.
Deadpool looked at his sleeping bedmate. She breathed softly and had a weird blush on her cheeks. Wilson resisted cracking up. How adorable he thought to himself. He placed one of his blemished hands across her exposed stomach. Deadpool heard a purr from the Catgirl as he massaged the smooth surface. Her clawed hands instantly swiped when he rubbed harder. He evaded her unconscious attack, deciding to see how much more fun he could get from rubbing her belly.
"OUCH!" Deadpool cried out.
Felicia's hands managed to scrape deeply into Deadpool's forearm. The claw wound on his arm healed in two seconds. Deadpool gave a glare at her, but relaxed. Wilson let out a bemused laugh and got out of bed. He dressed himself in his red and black outfit and stepped out of his bedroom. He hasn't had a lucky day since he had wiped out Zola's army of clones in 1998 and got a bunch of hot Gwen Stacy clone servants in the process. He headed towards the kitchen to get some milk for Felicia. He wouldn't like to have his guest hungry of course.