It was a real kiss this time. I pulled her into me, wrapping her in my arms so she couldn't pull back. Her body went tight as a bow at first, but then she relaxed. From the first touch, I could feel the connection sharpening. Her desires merged with mine. I could feel her struggle, trying to think logically. I kissed her harder and in an instance she gave in.

Holy crap, this was unbelievable. The connection had gone beyond desires; I could not only feel what she wanted, everything she wanted, but her thought process, the way she problem solved, the way she felt about things that had happened today, yesterday, years ago, right now. Intrigued, I deepened the kiss. She sighed a tiny bit into my mouth. Her hands were trapped between our chests. One flexed, clutching my shirt like she was fighting between pulling closer and pushing away.

It was a fantastic kiss. I knew what she wanted without having to ask, and she had the same knowledge of me. I understood where she was coming from, exactly what it felt like when her mother walked out, taking her father's heart with her, what it felt like when she discovered he had cancer, the determination to save him, how she felt about her family, her town, Gary, and me. The emotional transference was stunning.

The need for oxygen made me pull back. Kioni's wide brown eyes were half lidded, her chest heaving. She was trying to regain control. She regulated her breathing, her hand over her heart. She looked at me like she was regarding me in a whole other light. It occurred to me that she had experienced what I had.

"Oh my gosh," she breathed.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "You have a lot of feelings."

"Me?!" she asked incredulously. "You're the most complicated person I've ever met! Your emotions make no sense; there aren't memories to go with them. It's like a puzzle where the border pieces are all missing. I don't even know where to start!"

"I'm a good kisser though." I pointed out. "And you like me…" I taunted. She furrowed her brow.

"Of course I like you!" she exclaimed, "I thought you already knew that. Which is why it was wrong for you to kiss me!" she folded her arms under her breasts, looking for all the world like a pouting child.

I smirked at her. "Maybe I like you too. Maybe I was trying to prove to you that you should stop analyzing things and for once in your life go with it." I leaned in, she tried to scoot back but I stopped her with a hand to her leg. "You know you want to…" I drawled.

"Wade…" she looked uncertain.

"Face it. Of all the men you've been exposed to, Mhina, Lebeau, Logan… I'm the one who gets under your skin."

She rolled her eyes, "You don't need to be a scholar to figure that out."

"Go with it," I urged her, my hand crawling higher up her thigh.

"If I go with it, what's going to happen when all this is over?" she asked the question in a breathy whisper.

"I don't know," I raised my shoulders slightly, "I don't know my past, I have no idea what the future holds. But right now, I know you're going to kiss me." I was inches from her face now.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged.

"Yeah," I closed the space between us. She didn't resist this time but buried one hand in my hair and the other tugged at my shirt. That was more like it. I pushed her back gently into the mattress and lowered myself on top of her. The sensations started again, this time without her mental walls up. I let my hands wander from her legs to her waist, right to the swell of her breasts then back down. The girl couldn't stay still. She wiggled, her legs moving up and down the backs of mine and her hands crawling over my neck, chest and back a mile a minute. Ha. I knew she wanted me. And if I was honest myself (which, honestly, is a rare thing) I wanted her a little bit too. Alright, a lot a bit. So what?

A knock on the adjoining door to the next room brought her crashing back to reality. Kioni pulled back sharply, pushed her hands against my chest and knocked me off of her. I fell back dizzily, still recovering from the effects of her kisses. Unfortunately, my healing factor doesn't account for chronic horniness. She stood up and tried to compose herself.

"You're fighting a losing battle," I told her from my spot on the bed. Her hair was mussed, her clothes were wrinkled. It couldn't have been clearer that she'd just been making out with me. She gave me a slightly annoyed look but her cheeks flushed. The knock came again, louder. "Answer it," I told her. She shook her clothes out one last time and pulled the door open.

Remy and Logan were standing there with bags of take out. They took one look at us and Remy burst out into hysterical laughter.

"It's 'bout time, petite!" he patted Kioni on the top of the head. Her face colored again. Logan just rolled his eyes, took the cigar out of his mouth and told Remy to shut up. I stood up and made no attempt to fix my clothes or my messy hair.

"What'd you get?" The stock Canadian started pulling out wrapped cheeseburgers and cartons of fries.

"Just burgers," he responded. He unwrapped one for himself, flopped down in a chair and flipped on the TV. Remy shot me a knowing look, seized a burger for himself and joined Logan. I took one, tossed another to Kioni and went to sit on the bed. She stood apprehensively for a moment. I patted the spot next to me. She must have resigned herself to the fact that they all knew anyway because she crossed the room, flopped down next to me and asked me to hand her some fries.

We watched two reruns of Three's Company and half of an episode of Charlie's Angels(at Lebeau's insistence) before the food was gone and Logan moved to get up. He belched and told us he was going to go out and have a smoke. Remy said he'd join them. Kioni gathered up the trash and Remy took it from her.

"Tomorrow we'll leave early to get to the Island," Logan announced. Then his grouchy look faltered for a moment. One corner of his lips pulled up and he looked directly at Kioni. "So don't wear him out too bad, darling. He needs to be able to fight in the morning." Gambit howled with laughter, Kioni looked mortified and Logan gave me a little punch in the shoulder. I'd forgotten about his secret sense of humor. Nice of him to tie a burn and sexual innuendo into one. I'd bet if he just stopped brooding for a minute and got laid himself, he'd be an alright guy. He and Remy wished us a good night, then stepped outside. The minute the door shut, Kioni hit me hard in the arm.

"What?" I laughed at her annoyance.

"I--" she faltered as a comeback escaped her. "I hate you!" she announced and stomped off to the bathroom. I followed her.

"No you don't." I whispered in her ear from behind. "I know how you feel now, remember?" she turned around, her back braced against the sink counter.

"I know how you feel too," she grabbed a handful of my shirt and dragged me closer. "Even if you don't." I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant but she cut me off with a kiss that you could only see on late-night cable of soft-core porn. She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed, pulling herself up and onto the counter behind her. I was starting to get into it when she pulled away, hopped down and left the bathroom.

She left me a little disoriented, I'm no going to lie. It's wrong to do that to a man. We can only think with one head at a time. It takes a while to switch back and forth. I turned around. "What do you mean, 'how I feel too'?" I asked her.

She was in the main room, getting ready for bed. She just gave me a knowing look. "I mean just that. Don't think I don't know how you felt about Mhina, or about me wearing this shirt today, or how Logan and Remy treat me," she stood up straight and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Really?" I put on my asshole voice. "You've got a high opinion of yourself."

She remained unfazed. "Alright. So you won't mind if I sleep in Logan's shirt tonight. And ask Remy for one tomorrow." My fist clenched a little. "You know," she remarked as she started to shimmy out of her jeans. "I think I will keep this shirt. It's comfortable," she got one leg out and went to work on the other, "And it smells good. Manly." the other leg slipped out. She folded them neatly, bent over right in front of me and put them into her bag. When she stood up she pulled her hair down, letting it fall in massive waves to her back. That girl had a lot of hair. I was momentarily distracted from my anger by the motion. "It must smell that way because of Logan." she hammered the point home. With a coy smile, she bounded over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Well, goodnight!" she exclaimed brightly. She climbed into the bed and under the covers.

I stood there for a moment, swallowing my anger. Oh hell no. Wade Wilson always gets the last word. Ah damn, now she proved her point and has me talking like that idiot Cajun. Alright, so maybe she had a point. Maybe I didn't like it when she wore other men's clothes. Or when they hit on her, or touched her, or talked to her, or looked at her….

Well damn. When did I get legitimate feelings for Kioni? And how the hell did she notice it before I did. Hell, I bet all you readers out there knew it before I did. Why didn't any of you warn me? Damn you all.

I decided to get even. I pulled off my clothes indifferently, all the way down to the boxers. I climbed in bed next to her, aware of the way her breathing hitched slightly. "If I admit you're right, will you take the shirt off?" I asked her. "It does smell like Logan. I can't sleep when my subconscious thinks he's in the bed with me. I don't bat for both teams."

"Maybe," she mused. "will you let me have one of yours?"

"No." she rolled over to look at me. I smiled at her. "I'd rather you sleep without one. But you can have one of mine tomorrow." she tried to look mad, but failed, succumbing to giggles.

"Wade, you're ridiculous," she scolded.

"And you like me for it." I chided.

"And you like me," she said pointedly.

"Maybe a little." I admitted.

"More than a little," she insisted. "Enough to let me tag along and to promise to protect me when everything in your past suggests that you don't care about people besides yourself. Let alone women."

"If I admit how much I like you, what are you going to give me?" I bargained.

"Well, I might consider taking this shirt off…"

"And?"

"I wouldn't mind kissing you again," she rolled closer.

"Yeah?" I felt my control slipping.

"I might even let you take the shirt off…" she teased. In the next instance I tackled her, tore the shirt off and kissed her hard.

"Wade!" she exclaimed loudly as buttons and seams burst around her. There was a loud knock on the wall.

"Seriously, I don't wanna' hear you two all night. Keep it down!" Logan growled through the dry wall. Remy voiced his agreement. I laughed.

"We have to be quiet," I whispered to her. I lowered my head and kissed her slower as I pulled the remains of the flannel off of her arms. I sensed her desire for me spike.

"Wade…" she started to whisper.

"Shhh…" I warned her. My hand went to work on the clasp of her bra.

"I've never done this before." she tried again.

"Don't think. Go with it." I reminded her. "Besides, there's a first time for everything." she laughed nervously.

"I don't know what to do." she sounded worried. I kissed her again, reestablishing the bond. Her stomach stopped shaking, she stopped trembling and relaxed into me. She moved tentatively, her confidence growing as she realized she didn't need to know what to do. She felt my pleasure and I felt hers.

At this point, in the interest of keeping this story rated T (why T, and not Pg-13?), I'm going to stop narrating. Let's just say it was fantastic. Fan-friggin'-tastic. That was until I came upon a little road block. It's hard to ignore that nagging little ethical voice in the back of your mind when you can feel the person you're hooking up with freaking out. The shirt was off, hands were everywhere, and she was making these little noises that can get a man riled up. Then the unthinkable happened. The noble part of me (I didn't know it was still there) felt her uncertainty, started thinking it was wrong to take advantage of her and then stopped. That's right, I stopped. She apologized, I told her not to worry, then spent the night cuddling. Me, cuddling. And not the kind you do after you've just screwed someone and she curls up in your arms and you figure once she falls asleep you'll dip out. No, I was a willing participant. And I slept better than I've slept in memory and possibly in my entire life, all without sex. And I mean, can you imagine how good it would have been if making out was that great? Jeez…

Whoops, lost my train of thought. Where was I? Oh right, we were there to get revenge, not to have mind-blowing sex. So we were right on track. Continuing on…

The next day, we did get to Three Mile Island. And we found exactly what we were looking for.　

A/N: I am going to be wrapping up the story soon. I noticed the word count was way beyond what I expected. Plus, finals are starting. Which means it's time for school. So let me know about my writing and as always, thanks for reading and reviewing!