Author's Note: On the one hand, I'd like to blame my dysfunctional inspiration for this delay. On the other, life got in the way. Summer trip and moving into a new apartment'll do that, I suppose. I was surprised how difficult it was to write this type of scene with our dear Deadpool. I mean, really. There were just times that he would not cooperate...(rant, rant.)

Anyway, finished product. If it's lacking, I blame no one, or nothing but myself.

Trust

Deadpool sings the Song of Storms

Wade had fantasized greatly about what sex with a goddess would be like. Storm was among his "special" favorites when Cinemax just disappointed him. Lots of X-Women were in his "special" favorites though. And Avenger women and X-Force women and Brotherhood women, the list was only limited by his imagination. And he had a massive one of those.

But never in his limitless imagination, had he ever thought that he would have the Weather Witch, the X-Men co-leader, the Ice Queen and/or Earth Mother, Ororo Munroe, naked, willing and handcuffed on a bed. He didn't even put the picture together when she greeted him at the door with said cuffs dangling from a finger. The initial thought had been that he'd just left them out somewhere.

Now, of course, there were other things on his mind.

" Don't break, don't break my heart..." She was writhing now, as much as her bondage would allow. His bare hands scaled her sides, then settled at her hips. Completely unmasked, his mouth was free to sample her offered throat. " And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses..."

" Hn...Wade..." There was a flash of lightning outside the window, illuminating their bodies in the dark. Her hair practically glowed when she tossed it. Full, lower lip was held between teeth as she looked to the window with white eyes; stilling her movement. This only lasted a little under a second, as Wade gripped her hips and bucked. " Mmph!"

" Hey, little girl, little girl." His breathless words captured her attentions swiftly, and the weather outside calmed down minutely as a result. Every once and a while he would brush against the cold metal keeping her wrists behind her back. Especially with Ororo arching it like that, from him thrusting just right.

She needed this, needed them to be together like this. So many years of controlling herself through sheer will could not so easily let go. No matter how desperately she wanted to. Even now, she monitored her noises, her movements, glancing at the window every then and again.

That just meant he'd have to use a blindfold next time.

A hand reached up to brush over her now clear eyes. " You should close your eyes. That blue is getting me high..." That same hand continued back towards her ivory mane. It tangled there, before tugging sharply backwards at the same time as a particularly punishing thrust. Ororo made a sound somewhere between a sob and a sharp cry.

She knew herself well enough. The choice between her own pursuits and her control was no choice to make at all. So she simply took the decision out of her own hands.

Wade had been all too happy to oblige her too. (" Sister, you'll be too busy screaming to think period, let alone about the weather.") True to form, she'd made no small amount of noises so far. But no scream.

The mercenary gave her one more thrust, then simply held his position, and as a result, her's too. Only grinding their hips together, it was a far cry from what they were first doing. Ororo realized this and began squirming, looking down at him in confusion.

" You know the rules, Stormfront. That sky's my business now. Your business is down here." He bucked with almost enough power to throw her off. " But. You don't get to fly away 'til those rainclouds do." His head bent, brushing his mouth to her collarbone. " You don't even get to turn on the shower in the bathroom 'til I say, got it?" He punctuated his order with a sharp bite.

A keening noise in her throat was his answer. Her body was so alive with pleasure and sensation. It would not be long before she'd crash through that glass ceiling and into the abyss. The chain between the cuffs clinked as she struggled. He bit her three more times before she could focus enough to make the clouds move on their way.

Wade waited until he could see the moon without obstruction. He looked, and she did not. In fact, her eyes were half-lidded and looking to him. Ororo was quite a sight, hair splayed out around her head on the plum colored pillows. Bite marks on her neck and shoulders. Flush-faced and panting as she gazed up. Satisfied, somewhat at least, Wade pushed her off his lap to lay on her back. One hand kept him braced near her head, while the other gripped the underside of her thigh. " Say it."

Ororo arched, locking her legs around him. " Zbornak–Ooh!" Her teeth rattled with his force this time. " S-St. Olaf...!" Her shoulder kept smacking into the headboard but she absolutely did not care as long as he kept moving. " Picture it!"

He sounded a lot less like a man and more like an animal when he pressed her clit mercilessly and issued a final command: " Storm."

The resounding thunder that burst from the suddenly pregnant sky covered up her cries. And whatever he had been about to say afterward was sufficiently muffled by the ballgag she shoved in his mouth; one cuff still dangling from her wrist.

" Your turn."