Okay, I know I said my next story would be a WadexOC fic (Btw, that is currently being written! Don't worry!), but I couldn't shake this idea out of my head. I thought it would be cool to see how Cora's time went in the two years she spent with Wade. So this is their story. :) As with Seductress, I'm hoping ideas will be shared for chapter ideas! I have a few thoughts, but I would like some reader input too! FOR NEW READERS: You don't have to read Seductress to get this, but it might make things a bit more enjoyable. It's up to you! ;)

A warm draft blew through the bar, causing Wade Wilson to shift his gaze towards the door. Things had been fairly quiet this evening, though the night was still young. Several people came in, laughing at something as they walked towards the bar. Just as he was about to turn around in his seat, a flash of red caught his eye. A brunette came sauntering through the door, her stiletto heels clicking against the worn, wood floor. She had a snug red t-shirt on, which was what caught his eye. Women never dressed that casual when they came to a bar, especially when they came alone. Letting his eyes roam over her, he liked what he saw though. Shaking her brunette hair out slightly, she headed across the room towards the bar. Leaning beside Wade, she flagged down a bartender. "Jus' a bourbon please." Her southern twang made his eyes linger longer than he planned. She smirked when she saw Wade watching her.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer Sugah." Picking up her glass, she slapped a few bills on the bar before heading over towards the pool tables in the corner. As she grabbed a pool cue, her eyes flickered back towards him as a Mona Lisa smile stretched across her lips. Looks like somebody can't keep their eyes off me, Wade thought with a grin. Grabbing his beer, he headed over to the table, grabbing a pool cue as well.

"So you're here alone?" Wade asked, setting his beer on a window sill.

"What gave it away?" She asked, racking up the balls and settling them in the center of the table.

"No guy in his right mind would let you out alone. Somebody like me would steal you away without thinking twice." Chuckling softly, she set the cue ball on the table.

"Do yah play?" She leaned her hip against the table, still keeping the smirk on her lips.

"Do you bet?" Wade answered, mimicking her lean.

"What did yah have in mind?"


"Talk about a plan backfiring." Wade muttered, draining the last of his beer. The girl, whose name was Cora, had beat him easily, only giving him one turn before winning. He couldn't help it that the one turn he had, he was distracted by her rocking her hips to the music playing. She had to be a hustler, that was the only explanation. With an irritated groan, he kissed his chance of getting her between the sheets goodbye. He had been surprised when she agreed to the bet (a hundred bucks if she won, a night back at his place if he won), but now he could see why she had been so confident. She watched him over her glass, smirking.

"I wouldn' say 'at. Yah paid for my bike's gas for a while." Letting his irritation go for a moment, he turned back to her.

"What kind you got?"

"Why don't I show yah?" She grabbed his hand and tugged him out the door. Whenever she touched him, it felt like his body temperature raised a few degrees. There was something different about this girl; there was no doubt about it. Being led down the sidewalk, Wade couldn't shake the feeling of infatuation surrounding this girl. Every guy they passed stopped and looked at her, even if they had a girl with them. Stopping in front of a small Harley, she ran her hand over the handlebars.

"This is my baby." She turned to look at him, a proud smile on her lips.

"It's alright," he said, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "Not much room on her though." By then, she was on one side of the bike and Wade was on the other. Leaning across the seat, she laughed.

"I ride alone, no need for extra room." Wade leaned forward as well, putting his face within inches of Cora's.

"That's too bad, I was hoping to get to know you better, maybe find a way to get my hundred bucks back."

"Dream on." She whispered as he leaned in and met her lips. Cora was ready to pull away when something made her stop; something about this Wade guy felt different. It was close to the difference she had felt around Remy. Maybe she would stick around and get to know him a bit better.

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