Missy loved her apartment.
It was tiny and the rent was extortionate but it was clean and tidy and…hers.
That was until had Wade Wilson walked into her life (Or more like appeared at her window, bloody and lifeless, but you get the point...).
Wade had always left traces of her presence wherever he went. If it wasn't dirty dishes from left over bowls of cookie crisp, it was muddy boot prints on her floor, or even bloodstains on her couch.
But since the pair had started dating two months ago, Wade's presence in her apartment had multiplied tenfold.
"Wade, why the fuck are your swords in my bathtub…again!?" said Missy exasperatedly as she stepped into her tiny bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her waist.
She had just woken up to find Wade unfortunately not next to her where she had left him the night before, which was common occurrence. Missy didn't ask questions and just left him to it, the little she knew the better.
Especially this morning, walking into her bathroom to find two bloodstained katanas in her tub.
Suddenly she felt a hard body press up against hers from behind.
"Hey baby…" came Wade's sudden voice at her ear. "I thought I heard your dulcet tones."
Missy scowled, spinning around to face Wade, who was stood in full Deadpool gear.
"What have I told you about leaving your weapons around my apartment, Wade?" she uttered fiercely, jabbing him in the chest with her finger.
He stared down at her.
"Do you know how much I want to rip that towel off you with my teeth?" he asked with a low voice, as Missy rolled her eyes.
"Ugh! You are the worst sometimes, Wade Wilson," she said shirking away from him and heading over to the sink to brush her teeth. "I swear if I ever had the police around here, the amount of random blood splatters they could find would have me locked up for a very, very long time."
"What and you don't think I'd willingly hand myself in to save you?" he said taking a step towards her and grinning. "After all those naughty things you did for me last night?"
Missy flushed pink for a second, staring up at him in the reflection in her bathroom mirror. "Don't even try to flirt with me right now, Wade! I am so mad with you."
Wade was silent from a long moment before he frowned beneath his mask.
"Fine," he uttered in a cold voice, moving to the tub and grasping up his bloody katanas and stalking from the room.
Missy scowled. "And don't even think of putting them in the kitchen sink!" she called after him, brushing her teeth.
She heard him let out a huge huff before walking back into the bathroom and suddenly unravelling a huge wad of toilet paper.
Missy shot him a look as he sat down on the closed toilet lid and began to wipe the blood from his samurai swords.
She replaced her toothbrush back in its holder and turned away from him, slowly slipping off her towel.
Missy knew that Wade's white eyes were most definitely on her right now. She turned on the water letting it wash away any blood that had been left at the bottom of the tub before stepping into the shower. She stepped under the warm flow of water, letting it pour down her smooth skin.
"Hurry up and I might even let you join me," she called out to him.
Missy barely had time to rinse her face and turn around before suddenly a red and scarred Wade stepped around the shower curtain behind her.
"You finished?" she asked goadingly, throwing him a look.
Wade brushed back Missy's damp caramel hair from her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her wet skin.
She smiled and turned to him as he murmured a 'yes' and ran his hands down her sides, tracing every curve of her body.
She pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth. "So…." she said running her hands over his scarred shoulders. "…I might let you scrub my back… IF, and only if, you agree to not bring your work 'utensils' into my apartment again..."
Wade grinned, reaching a hand up and tracing her lips with his thumb. Missy pressed her body closer to his.
"Deal," he uttered, his mouth lingering close to her ear, as his hands moved closer to her inner thighs.
Missy let out a breathy moan.
"But that doesn't include bad guys I might have tied up on your kitchen table right now, does it?" he whispered into her ear.
Missy pulled back from him and scowled, tearing back the shower curtain.
"Get the fuck out of my shower, Wade Wilson!"
So thought I would do a series of Wade/Missy one-shots alongside my other story, Chapters like this are a bit easier and faster for me to write which would mean quicker updates.
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