Missy took a deep breath as she stepped out of the cab.
It was Friday and she was here for her….date.
Wearing a light blue, tight fitting dress that fell to the knees and pair of nude heels she looked every part the perfect date. Her long caramel hair was lightly tonged and her make-up smoky and sexy. She would have turned the head of any man, let alone her date, but right now her thoughts weren't on him…
She stepped out into the cool night air and stared around sadly, looking for someone. Hoping that at any moment he would come rescue her.
That she would feel his hand in hers and they would run off giggling, and end up sitting on a rooftop somewhere, eating chimichangas and staring at the stars.
But there was no sign of anyone in a red suit this time. No hero to come and rescue her.
She flicked a strand of hair from her face and strutted forwards into the restaurant.
The room was warm and dimly lit and all around people sat, drinking, laughing and chatting happily.
Her eyes darted through the crowd hoping to spot a red and black mask but there wasn't one…
"Melissa," said a sudden voice behind her.
Missy spun around, with a smile.
"Wade, I-" she started, but as she turned, she saw that the figure behind her wasn't the man she wanted to see at all.
It was the asshole- as Wade had called him.
His real name was David and he stood here, tall with dark hair and a charming smile, dressed in a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
Missy faltered for a second, her heart dropping, before composing herself and flashing him a smile.
"David, it's good to see you…" she uttered as he leaned in towards her.
His lips moved towards hers, but at the last second, Missy turned her head, feeling them graze her cheek instead.
As he pulled away he shot her a frown before grinning once again, placing hand to her back.
"I asked for the table over here in the corner," he said leading her over to a small booth, tucked away out of sight from the other diners.
Missy couldn't help but shudder at their contact and quickly peeled herself away from him, taking a seat.
For a very long time she had really liked him. They had been introduced by a mutual friend not long after Missy had moved to the city. They had met at a bar and chatted all evening. He was tall, handsome and had a lot of charm and she had fallen for him straight away. They had kissed that night and Missy's heart had raced with happiness.
But the next day when she had tried to call him it had just gone through to voicemail…
Then, the next week, she saw him again, at the same bar but with a different girl this time, his hands all over her…his lips too. Missy had just gone home and cried.
She had seen a him out a few times after that, with girl after girl after girl on his arm, but even that didn't make Missy want him less. It only made her more and more jealous. She liked him, she couldn't help it. The way he had looked at her, talked to her… he was all she could think about.
Then a few months ago, she turned up at the same bar again with friends. A new dress on, her hair straight and glossy and suddenly David had been at her side once more, his hands slipping his way around her waist. And she had fallen for it, hook line and sinker…
They had proceeded then to go on their awful date, where he had done nothing all evening but stare at the girl on the table opposite. Missy had seen them smiling at each other throughout the night, then when they had been leaving, she had slipped off to use the bathroom only to come back to find him exchanging phone numbers with the girl. She had never told Wade what had happened. She was embarrassed and ashamed at herself for going out with the asshole.
She stared up at David as he slipped into the seat beside her…and yet here she was again.
After almost eighteen months it was as if a smoke screen had been lifted and she could finally see this guy for what he really was.
An utter fucking asshole…
Missy stared down at the table, her neatly polished fingers toying with her fork.
Beneath the tablecloth she could feel David's knee pressed up against hers. She felt sick.
"What would madam and sir like to drink this evening?" said a sudden voice at her side.
Missy pictured herself looking up and seeing Wade with a cloth thrown over his arm, acting the part of the waiter, before tugging her out of this hell.
But as she peered up, she saw that this was just a normal man and not the person she so desperately wanted to see right now.
"We'll have the Merlot," said David suddenly, before Missy had even had the chance to reach over for the wine menu. She gritted her teeth in irritation.
"Very good choice, sir," said the waiter with a smile, walking off.
She felt David turn to her. He slid across the seat, inching closer.
"You look beautiful tonight…" he uttered in a smooth tone.
Beneath the table he placed his hand gently on her thigh.
Missy wanted to scream.
She didn't look up at him, merely pulling the menu towards her and shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"The pasta looks good…" she murmured tucking her hair behind her ear but David didn't seem to be listening, He reached up with his other hand, trailing a finger down her slender neck.
Missy gave a gulp and tried pulling away from him as politely as she could.
A few weeks ago she would have been putty in his hands, but now… his gaze alone on her, made her stomach churn.
He leaned forwards, his lips almost brushing her ear.
"How about we just have a glass or two here, then head back to mine..." he said in a slick voice. She could feel his hot breath on her neck.
His hand on her thigh, slid upwards, attempting to slip in between her legs.
Immediately Missy grabbed his hand, and pushed him off her. She turned to him, scowling.
"Get your fucking hands off me," she uttered, grasping up her handbag and getting to her feet.
Enough was enough.
"You want me to sleep with you and you're not even willing to feed me first?" she said angrily. "I'm not that easy y'know…"
She wanted to smirk to herself. That was a total Wade line and she knew it. But she was still furious. Turning on her heel she stormed out of the restaurant.
As she pushed open the large glass doors and stepped out into the cold night air, Missy let out a long breath.
She felt so happy, like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The spell was broken, she knew that now. All the hours, all the weeks, all the months spent pining after that jerk… and now she was free of him.
She bit her lip and her heart thudded, her thoughts immediately flying to someone else.
Someone who had been there for her this whole time. Someone who she couldn't stop thinking about…
Someone who she wanted to spend every single minute of every single day with…
She reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone, strolling a little further down the block.
He had been on her mind for the past week. Her body desperate to be close to his once again. To feel his strong arms around her…
She unlocked her cell and scrolled down her contacts list- just as a hand grabbed her roughly by the arm, spinning her around.
It was David.
He was staring down at her angrily, his fingernails digging into her upper arm.
"You walk out on me? You self-centered fucking bitch," he said seething, pushing her roughly against a wall.
There was no one on the street to notice their confrontation. A few doors down Missy could hear the sound of laughter and tinkling glasses coming from the restaurant.
Missy's chest tightened and she stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he spat, his hand reaching for her throat.
Anyone would have thought that, at that minute, Missy would want nothing more than for Wade to turn up and spear this guy like a fucking kebab.
But Missy's eyes flashed darkly.
For once she didn't need Wade to save her...
David didn't get a chance to say another word before Missy's knee collided squarely with his balls.
He doubled over and staggered backwards, but Missy wasn't done. She stalked after him, her eyes black.
As he faced the ground, groaning, she lifted her other leg, kneeing him hard in the face. He stumbled back, his nose bloody, and fell to the ground, crying out.
Missy gave a growl, before kicking him hard in the stomach with her high heeled shoe.
He winced and clutched himself in pain as she went in for a second kick to his kidneys.
"You ever fucking lay your hands on me again and I have a friend who wouldn't think twice about chopping you into little pieces and throwing you into the fucking river," she said in a dangerous voice. "You understand me?"
David gave a whimper, rolling about on the floor.
Missy scowled, taking that as a yes. She gave a sniff, smoothing her hair and brushing down her dress before strutting off, leaving David on the floor in a bloodied and bruised heap.
She walked casually down the street, lifting her cell phone once more.
Right now she knew exactly what she wanted more than anything in the world…
No. Who she wanted more than anything in the world….
Selecting the number she lifted the phone to her ear. It dialed for barely a second before it was answered.
"Hey honey-munchkin," came the cheery voice of Wade from down the line. "I wasn't expecting a call from you tonight. In fact, I don't think you've ever called me."
Missy smiled down at the ground.
"Yeah well there's a first for everything," she said with a sigh. She wrapped her arm around herself tightly, the cold air causing her to shiver.
"Thought you'd be on your date," said Wade in a quiet voice.
Missy glanced back over her shoulder at David who was still writhing around on the floor, clutching a bloody nose.
"You were right," she said shaking her head. "He was an asshole."
She stepped off the pavement, crossing the street.
"Hey, are you free tonight?" she asked, biting her lip, her heart pounding as she waited for response.
"Sure..." said Wade a little uncertainly. "Are you...alright?"
Missy smiled.
"Just meet me at that taco place you like, near the river, in like ten minutes? Wait...can you bring a jacket for me?" she asked quickly. "I'm freezing...again."
"Jacket, taco place, ten minutes. Got it," he replied instantly.
Missy chewed her lip, hanging up the phone and staring down at it for a long second.
Giving a determined sigh she headed up the street towards the river.
...
Ten minutes later she was stood in the twinkling light of the taco van, staring up at the menu, shivering slightly in the cold night air.
"What are we thinking? Burritos or tacos?" came a sudden familiar voice at her side.
She turned smiling, to see Wade standing next to her, dressed in full Deadpool gear.
Missy took an automatic step towards him, closing the gap between them.
"Or we could just get one of everything to share?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Nuh-uh," said Wade instantly, shaking his masked head. "Last time we did that, I was left with like two nachos and half an enchilada. Where the fuck do you even put it all?"
She saw his eyes travel down her body, skimming over her tight dress and slender legs. "Fuck, I can't even tell you how finger-lickin'' good you look tonight," he continued. "Your jacket, as requested, mademoiselle."
He held out one of his hooded sweaters which she quickly pulled over her cold shoulders.
"Thanks," she murmured staring up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "Shall we order?"
Five minutes later, the pair of them strolled away from the truck having devoured a huge taco each, heading down towards their favourite spot by the river.
Wade slipped his free arm around her waist and pulled her close. Missy felt warm and safe in his grasp.
"Thanks for meeting me," she said after a long moment, breaking their comfortable silence. "We're you busy?"
Wade sighed, his fingers dancing underneath Missy sweater and finding the thin layer of dress that covered her waist. "If you count watching Al trying to play Flappy Bird on her phone, busy?" he muttered in Missy's ear as they strolled along.
She laughed happily and nudged herself closer to him, as they stepped up to the barrier, near the bridge.
Missy and Wade had come here before. Usually when Missy couldn't sleep, Wade would somehow always turn up out of the blue. He would then take her here, to this spot where the pair would fill their faces with mexican food and talk and laugh until morning.
Missy ducked under the barrier and sat carefully down on the bridge's edge, legs dangling down over the side. She peered into the black water below as Wade came to rest beside her.
"So you never told me how your date with the asshole went?" he asked glancing up at her.
Missy gave a sigh and placed her head on Wade's shoulder, staring out across the river. "Just remind me to not go on anymore dates with guys who treat me like shit..."
Wade lifted his arm and placed it over her shoulders. Missy leant her head against his spandex covered chest.
"Is that blood on your knee?" he asked with a sudden frown.
Missy didn't answer. Her fingers coming up and toying with the leather patches covering Wade's chest.
He leaned his masked chin on top of her head, his thumb rubbing her shoulder. "Remind me never to get on the wrong fucking side of you..." he said, as she nuzzled into him further.
The pair sat here in silence, for a moment of two, just enjoying each other's warm embrace.
Missy breathed in his scent...a musky, cotton candy scent that now lingered on most of her belongings...and her apartment and now her...
Her stomach did somersaults.
"Hey, you know that I'm coming over yours for Game of Thrones next week?" he said conversationally. "Shall we do costumes?"
"You spend your whole life in a costume, Wade," she said smiling.
"Whatever," he uttered. "I will be dressing up as Khaleesi and you can be my sexy slave girl."
Missy rolled her eyes.
"If anything... I will be Daenerys and you can be my little underling..." she said, poking him in the chest.
"Only if being an underling means that I can get under you..." he said in a teasing voice.
Normally Missy would have just shrugged off a comment like that, but having his body pressed up beside her like this... she could feel the heat pooling inside her and her breathing became shallow.
She slowly pulled away from him, and gazed up into his masked face.
"Wade-" she said slowly, breathing hard.
He was turned to face her now, still and silent. He could tell that her tone was different. The conversion was serious.
She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, staring up at him. Her hand lingered at his chest, her fingers trailing lazy patterns against his spandex-covered skin.
"Wade," she said slowly, wetting her lips with her tongue, as his eyes followed the movement. "You remember when you got totally wasted a couple of weeks ago... and you told me that you 'kinda fucking love me'?
Wade gave a slow nod.
Without another word and before he could do anything to stop her, Missy had reached up and tugged the red and black mask from his head.
He stared at her, a look of confusion covering his scarred features.
She leaned forwards, smiling and beckoning him closer. She reached up and placed a finger gently to his chin, their mouths mere breaths apart...
Wade gazed down at her, breathing heavily.
"Well," she said in barely a whisper. "I kinda fucking love you too..."
And with that, Missy brought her lips to his.
It took Wade a long moment to react before he suddenly began to kiss her back.
Their mouths moving against each other hungrily... tongues entering... desperate for each other...
It was minutes before they finally pulled apart. Missy's chest rising and falling hard and her pupils dilated, Wade had pulled her tight to him.
She leant forwards once more, her lips grazing his ear. "I want you, Wade Wilson..." she said in a husky voice.
Wade lifted his eyes the heavens.
"Fuck me..." he breathed in awe.
Missy pulled back facing him, a suggestive smile on her face.
"Oh... don't you worry, baby... I intend to..." she whispered.
Later that night
It was 2am.
Missy blue dress, high heels and underwear were pooled on her floor next to Wade's Deadpool suit, guns and utility belt.
She was, at this moment, draped over Wade's scarred body, her head resting against his chest, as she scrolled through her phone.
"Ok, so that's one pepperoni," she read aloud. "And one black olive and pineapple."
She made a face.
"What?" said Wade shrugging. "It's sweet AND salty..."
He reached down, tracing his coarse fingers along her naked stomach.
"Do we want any sides?" she asked, as she browsed the menu, letting out a yawn as she did so.
Wade tugged the phone from her hand, throwing it down onto the bed beside them. Missy frowned and turned to him, coming to straddle his naked hips with her own.
"Did I ever tell you, you are my perfect woman..." he uttered, sliding his hands down her bare sides. His eyes travelled across her body, taking her all in.
"Hmmm, keep talking..." she murmured, pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth.
"Well what other woman would say yes to pizza at two in the fucking morning..." he said in a playful tone.
Missy pursed her lips. "I'm sure a lot of women would..." she said, running her hands through her long hair as Wade watched her carefully. "Besides, I need to keep up my energy. We've already fucked three times tonight and I want to make it a solid six before morning."
Wade gave a pleasurable groan and stared at her hungrily.
"No, I've changed my mind," he said, as he sat up, placing a hand to her lower back and tugging her into him. "That is why you're my perfect woman."
He kissed her, his scarred lips tugging gently at her rosy ones.
She smiled into him, placing a hand to his cheek and pulling gently away.
He stared up at her, his non-existent brows knitted together, eyes searching her face.
"Remind me again, why it's taken us so long to start doing this?" he asked, leaving a trail of kisses across her jawline. "Fuck, you are so smokin' hot."
Missy blushed, pressing a hand against his hard chest.
"Because you were always such an idiot..." she murmured, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "And I guess I was too..."
She let out a moan causing Wade to stiffen. He pulled away, staring up at her.
"Six times?" he said with a wolfish grin. "How about we try and make it an even ten and go all day tomorrow as well?"
Missy repositioned herself on his lap, running her hands over his red, scarred shoulders.
"I'm working tomorrow..." she uttered with a pout.
"On a Saturday?" he said with a frown.
Missy gave a nod. "Pepper asked me if I can do some overtime this weekend to finish off some paperwork for her by Monday. Sorry, baby..." she said with sad eyes.
Wade stared at her for a moment before smiling.
"Well you get a break, yeah?" he said, leaning forwards, his lips grazing hers. "How about I come over and we have a bit of afternoon delight on your new desk?"
Missy grinned. His closeness to her, made her chest flush and her breathing shallow.
"I've got a better idea," she said, her voice husky. "I've now got access to the room that Steve Rogers keeps his Captain America suit in…. Want to fuck me up against that star spangled shield of his?"
Wade growled.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy's got a dirty little kitten on his hands..." he said hungrily, as Missy leaned forwards and kissed him hard, grinding her hips into his.
They pulled away and Wade let out a throaty groan.
"That fucking settles it then..." he said in a low voice. "I'll come by SHEILD HQ tomorrow."
Missy grinned as Wade moved closer pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck.
"I'll look forward to it..." she murmured. "But one thing... can you just text me before you come over, like any normal person?"
Wade pulled away and glanced up at her, a grin spreading across his scarred features.
"Babe, do you really think I look like a fucking normal person to you?" he said flipping Missy over onto her back and pressing his lips to hers.
That's it guys. Was that ok? I'd love to hear you feedback.
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