(A/N: You guys wanted a little insight, whoop here it is.)
A familiar smell wafted around the room, pecans and laundry detergent. It was dark but a lamp at the end of the room dimly lit it, giving a romantic aura to the space.
"Am I hurting you Iv?" A teenaged boy with brown mousy hair and hazel eyes said to a brunette Ivy, sliding himself deeper within her.
"Nathan?" The young girl whispered, her brown eyes gleaming with tears.
The brown boy frowned at her, "Does it hurt that bad, Ivory? Shit I didn't mean to make ya cry." The brunette boy asked with his charming southern drawl.
Ivy smiled up at him, looking deep into his hazel eyes and shook her head, pressing her lips against his. "It doesn't hurt, Nate. I'm just happy."
Nathan smiled down at Ivy, with that megawatt smile she remembered and put his hand beside her head, putting her leg on his shoulder to go deeper within her. "I love you Ivory." He muttered, his lips pressed against hers as they moved against each other.
Ivy grinned running her hands up and down Nathan's chest, "I love you too, Nate."
As the hazel eyed boy ground deeper and faster into Ivy, their breaths started to get heavier. Nathan pressed his lips against Ivy's to swallow the moans that were creeping out her mouth. Ivy's mind was blank as her first love pulled in and out of her. She wasn't thinking about what was going to come next, she was just happy to be back with him.
"Nate!" She gasped against his lips as the brunette boy dropped her leg from his shoulder and pressed his body to hers, going deeper into the redhead.
"Yeah?" He cockily muttered, moving his lips to the junction of her neck and biting.
Ivy wrapped her legs around him to bring him closer to her. "I fuckin' love you." She breathed out, making Nathan laugh. After moments of love making, Ivy started feeling the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm.
Nathan groaned and started pushing into her faster, "Ivory, fuck are you cumming?" He breathed into her neck.
Ivy shook her head and tried to stop herself from going over the edge, but Nathan reached between them and stroked fast circles around her clit.
"Shit!" She exclaimed, trying to hold his hand still.
"It's okay, babe, just let it go." Nathan said in her ear, licking around the shell of her ear.
"No! Please!" The brunette begged, but the white light started consuming her vision and her eyes started to roll back in her head.
"That's it baby, come on. You feel so good, Ivory. You look so good beneath me." Nathan muttered in her ear, "I lov-"
Ivy's eyes pupils disappeared, and her skin paled. Her back arched off the bed as she clung tight to her love and her orgasm rolled through her. When Ivy came back down to Earth her pupils came back and her brown eyes widened.
Nathan was dead on top of her. For the second time. She cried out and screamed, clutching the brown boy to her chest and crying. The brunette screamed and screamed, until her throat was burning.
Everything started to rush away from Ivy, including Nathan's body. "No!" She exclaimed, reaching for him but she could not touch him.
Ivy's eyes sprang open and she breathed heavily as she searched the area around her. She was back in her hotel room sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. The copperette got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. She stripped herself of her clothes and stood under the hot water, the tears now rolling down her cheeks.
Every time she would go into a deep meditative state she would have to relive a memory from her past. The first time her succubi power showed itself was the worst day of Ivy's life. It was the day she ran away from home, the day she lost her virginity and the day she killed her first love. It was the point in her life that changed her forever, it notified her of her status as a mutant, an other, the kind of thing parents told their kids to look out for. That night was the cause of her depression, her self-loathing and the reason she got addicted to things that were bad for her. She took every drug she could get her hands on to numb her, to make her forget. But it didn't work and she usually ended up harming someone in her drug-induced haze. Ivy had hated herself; then along came a white man in a black suit with a pleasant smile named Coulson.
Ivy took a deep breath and collected herself before turning the shower off. She wrapped a towel around her body and wiped the steam from the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her eyes were red and her face flushed but at least she was okay.
The copperette stretched her hands above her head as she made her way to her closet. She was going back to Sister Mary Margret's to speak to a certain ginger-haired bartender and she needed to look as enticing as her power was. She put on a pair of 'gettin' somes', leather pants and a button-up. She wrapped her curls up in a knot on the top of her head and placed hoop earrings in her ears. She then tugged on some black chucks and put on a pair of raybans, making her way down to the lobby of the hotel.
Ivy pulled out her cell phone, ringing Agent Peterson. "Peterson! Please tell me you're downstairs already." The young agent was interrupted when a car horn honked at her as she walked out of the hotel. Ivy smiled and got into the car, closing the door behind her. "How's the wife?"
"Fantastic." The older agent replied with a grin. "She asked about you."
"Aw, I would love to come over for dinner again. Diane's spaghetti is the best I've ever had." Ivy noted, looking through her phone.
"I'm sure she'd love that." Peterson nodded, he made a turn on the road, "How was your meditation?"
"Terrible. Don't want to talk about it." The copperette muttered, not looking up. She changed the subject, "I should be able to get some good info out of this 'Weasel' guy. I mean he thinks I'm hot so maybe I can use that to my advantage."
Agent Peterson nodded once more, "Sexuality is your forte, Black."
Ivy clicked her teeth and winked at the older agent. "You better believe it, Pete."
The older agent chuckled as he parked across the street from the bar that Weasel tended. Ivy unbuckled her seatbelt and flipped the passenger cosmetic mirror down, checking her teeth. She pulled out a fiery red lipstick and lined her lips with it, pursing them in the mirror. "Wish me luck." She quipped, opening the door of the SUV.
"You never need it." Agent Peterson retorted with a smile and Ivy laughed.
The agent shut the door behind her and made her way to the entrance of the bar. She sauntered into the dank dive and spotted Weasel at the bar, telling a joke to one of the patrons. Ivy sat on a barstool in the center of the counter, her brown eyes studying the different names on a large chalkboard. 'Dead pool' it said on the top of the board. "Oh…" The copperette cooed in realization.
"Hey barmaid," She called out, her eyebrow quirked up, "Make me something good." The ginger bartender walked over to her and she took off her sunglasses, winking at the awkward man.
"No." The ginger's gray eyes widened and his curls moved as he shook his head. "Absolutely not."
"Oh come on Ron Weasley," Ivy pouted, "Can't we just let bygones be bygones? I mean that was ages ago!"
"It was 36 hours ago and I still have nightmares of you stabbing that guy in the hands." Weasel shivered and Ivy laughed at his discomfort.
"I just want a drink." The copperette stated, holding her left hand up. "I'll be a good girl, scout's honor."
The curly-haired barkeep gave her a lopsided smile and poured her a beer straight from the tap, sliding it in front of her. As Ivy took a sip of the brew, Weasel leaned against the counter. "So why are you following Wade?"
The copperette slurped on her drink obnoxiously and licked her lips, totally aware of the ginger's gaze on her mouth. "That is super secret business Gryffindor." She faked a surprised gasp and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oops. I'm sorry, it's like a gag reflex...if I had one." Weasel's mouth dropped and he started to stammer. The copperette threw her head back in a full-bellied cackle, laughing so hard she snorted. "I'm just kidding, Weasley, God. How long has it been since Hermione's come around?"
"Ha ha," The curly-haired barkeep scoffed, pushing his glasses closer to his face. "You're so funny, Emma Stone."
Ivy snickered and her eyes looked past the grumpy man to the pictures taped to the bar wall behind him. A polaroid picture of a smiling couple caught her eye. It was a blonde man and a dark-haired woman. They were both wearing hilariously hideous christmas sweaters and the woman had a cherry ring pop on her finger. For some reason, the picture reminded her of her first boyfriend, though the man looked nothing like him. Maybe it was how happy they looked. "Cute couple." She muttered, nodding to the picture.
Weasel looked behind him and his eyes widened in panic. He quickly turned back to Ivy who was now looking at him with a raised brow. "Yeah…" He trailed, rubbing his neck sheepishly.
The young agent connected the dots quickly and she narrowed her eyes at the bartender. She climbed on the barstool and hopped behind the counter, standing in front of Weasel, who was now blocking the picture.
"The health inspector says you can't be behind here!" The ginger man exclaimed, pushing himself closer to the bar wall.
"I won't tell if you won't, pretty eyes." Ivy cooed, smiling prettily up at the odd man. When he did not move, the redhead frowned and stomped on his foot, making him keel over. The agent easily pushed him out the way and grabbed the polaroid from the wall, inspecting it. "Wow...Hey four eyes," She turned to the ginger man glaring at her with hate in his eyes. "Who's the girl?"
"Can't tell you that. I refuse to tell you that. My lips are sealed." Weasel followed the statements by zipping his lips and throwing away the key.
"Tell me her name." Ivy commanded, her power stronger because of her earlier meditation.
"Vanessa Carlysyle." Weasel sung like a canary.
"Tell me her connection to Wilson."
"They were engaged before he got cancer."
Ivy looked up at the ginger man in surprise, her brows furrowed. "Cancer?" She whispered, "He had cancer?" The copperette collected herself and raised her voice once more. "Tell me what happened." The ginger man paused and didn't answer, making Ivy roll her eyes. "Tell me why they aren't together anymore." She specified.
"He thinks she won't love him when she-" Weasel was interrupted by the topic of conversation pushing him to the floor. The mercenary then turned to Ivy with a glare.
"You don't talk about Vanessa!" Deadpool shouted at her, a spandexed finger in the young agent's face. He snatched the picture from the terrified woman's hand and punched the mirrored wall next to her face, making the glass shatter. "I can't fucking hurt you." He snarled out, punching the other side of the mirror. "But I will find a way if you even think about the name 'Vanessa'."
"Okay!" Ivy cried out, her alarmed brown eyes meeting his. "I'm sorry." She breathed out sincerely, her eyebrow twitched nervously and she repeated, "I'm sorry."
The masked mercenary leaned into her threateningly once more and Ivy flattened her back against the smashed glass. He bucked towards her and the agent jumped, making the mercenary laugh jubilantly. "Let's do lunch, gorgeous. All these threats have made me hungry."
A half an hour later the two were seated in a chinese buffet eating mushu pork. Well Ivy was eating mushu pork, Wilson was shoving food in his mask and pretending to chew. The animosity between the two had all but disappeared, though Ivy's guard was still up.
The copperette snorted out a laugh, "You look like a muppet." She quipped, motioning her hand like a puppet.
"Always the sweet talker, huh gorgeous?" Deadpool quipped, shoving a piece of pork against his mask, making Ivy giggle again. The truth was, he was just doing that to make her laugh; and to hide his crippling insecurity about his skin. Same thing, really.
"I don't get what the big deal is Wilson," Ivy started, taking a sip of her tea. "I've already seen your face. Why don't you just take it off and eat?"
"I don't really need to take off the mask to eat, sweetcheeks. But," Wilson's mask stretched over his face in a smirk, "You'll find that out soon enough."
Ivy's face got hot but she narrowed her eyes, chewing on a piece of pork. "Shut up Wilson." She snapped, before softening her voice. "Have you put any more thought into my proposal?"
"The sex or…?" Ivy glared pointedly at him and he chuckled, "Okay, okay. I have thought about it...The sex I mean." The mercenary leaned forward in his chair and lowered his voice. "All my nights have been like last night. My hand can't keep up with my dick! I think I'm getting carpal tunnel, does this look right to you?" Deadpool asked, holding up his, obviously broken, wrist.
"What the-" Ivy's eyes widened and she choked on a piece of food. She coughed then rasped out incredulously, "When did you break your wrist?"
Wilson shrugged and leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and the hand with the broken wrist just flopped to the side. "Just now, for the joke."
Ivy shook her head and massaged her temples, sighing. "Wade..." The copperette muttered before realizing what she said. The agent quickly corrected herself, "I mean Wilson. Bitch. You. Wipe that look off your mask, idiot."
Wade was looking at the copperette with wide eyes, his hands on his face in surprise. "You...you... !"
"I will take out my gun and shoot you in the groin." Ivy glared, crossing her arms.
"Say it again." Wade willed her, nearly laying on the table and looking her in the eyes.
"Absolutely not." The agent shook her head, leaning away from him when he crawled towards her.
"I'll consider joining S.H.I.E.L.D." The mercenary sung, now directly in Ivy's face.
The copperette rolled her eyes once more and glared into the blank, white eyes of his mask. She set her jaw and pursed her full lips, looking away from him and mumbling.
"I'm sorry, gorgeous. Couldn't really hear you through the mask." He cupped a hand around his ear, "Say it again. Real slow for daddy."
"Wade." Ivy growled through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing. "Wade, Wade, Wade. Happy?"
Wade mewled and his masked stretched over his face in a smile, "Try the other 'H' word."
"So?" The copperette asked, her eyebrow quirked up. "Are you going to join?"
The spandex-covered mercenary hummed in thought, his legs kicking behind him. Ivy watched him expectantly and bit her bottom lip, waiting for an answer. Wade's eyes flickered from her eyes to her lip between her teeth and he hummed in thought once more. "Nah." He finally answered, getting up from the table. "Thanks for the lunch, Vee." He waved, walking out of the restaurant.
Ivy sighed and pressed a finger to her ear, "1423, subject is still denying proposal. Two days left to recruit Wade Wilson." She finished her memo, threw money on the table and took out her cell phone, walking out the restaurant.
"Peterson, where are-" The famed black SUV pulled up the restaurant and she got in, slamming the door behind her.
"Any luck?" Agent Peterson asked as he pulled away from the curb.
"Nope." Ivy sighed sadly, though in her mind she was thinking about the dark-haired woman in the polaroid picture and the fact that Wilson had cancer at some point in his life.