Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Deadpool' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): Blind Al/Wade Wilson.
Warning(s): None.
Word Count: 100.
I genuinely wanted this drabble to be completed as 'gen' but it got weird. I've labeled it as crack ship...no seriously what the fuck were you doing stupid?
Wade scratches his face until some skin comes off. His growing skin pile and relieved sighs earn disgusted groans and squeaking leather as she moves further and further away.
"You better clean this," Al warns. "You know the rules: no blood on the carpet or dead skin on any furniture or appliances I might use."
His hand is really small again and cupping her jaw. "I should clean up my bed then. You would never tolerate snuggles there."
"I am never snuggling with you. A head resting on the shoulder does not count as snuggling either."
"I am counting it."
