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Chapter Ten: Movie Confessions
Darcy yawned as she walked into her room. The day had been more than enough for her. Pulling off her black sweater, she dumped it into the hamper and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her feet pounded like an English military tattoo. Reaching down to untie her boots, she groaned lightly, the muscles in her back complaining at her movement. All the adrenaline that had been pumping through her veins earlier today had disappeared like a stick in a river. Trembling hands managed to undo the laces and pull of the heavy shoes. Slowly, feeling like an old woman, she stood and carefully took off her belt and pants, leaving her standing in the room in her black underwear. A nice hot shower was in order. Grabbing the robe off her computer desk, she walked into the bathroom, not at all interested in thinking.
However, the mind always had other plans. Turning the shower on and shucking the last of her clothes, her mind flashed back to the hug she had received from Deadpool. His touch was so warm and gentle with her, a complete swing from the humorously biting banter they shared. The bathroom started to steam up and Darcy got into the shower, turning on the cold tap a little for a more ideal temperature. The truth of the matter was that he had done more for her than a stranger would have to, saving her life, keeping her on her toes and her adrenaline pumping. Putting her head back, she let the hot water pound through her pores soothingly.
Her mind took another turn on her current favorite subject. His propositions were outrageous and flattering and the more she thought on it, the more she started to seriously consider it. The lack of mouth was highly disconcerting, but when taken into the bigger picture, a guy didn't necessarily need a mouth to perform the act. A blush rose up on her cheeks as she heard the shower opposite her start up. Images flashed through her mind, his muscular body all wet and soapy. She let out an almost inaudible groan. There was no doubt about it, she was insane! Most women would find him confronting and unappealing and here she was drooling over the thought of water sleuthing over his body.
And it wasn't as if he had been smooth with her either. All they'd done was argue and act out her homicidal feelings. But she couldn't help herself, he was so hypnotizing. Her eyes softened when she remembered him using his own body to save her. And the sadness his eyes held when he got out of that cell. Sighing, she finished her shower, exhausted from thinking.
Walking back into her room, she dried off with a towel. Grabbing a pair of blue boy short panties, she shimmied herself into them and then pulled her green silk pajama pants and black camisole. Turning on her lamp to add a little more light, she grabbed her glasses from the bedside table and the latest assignments from her students before settling into the bed with a red pen. She was thankful that they had study and revision periods rather than classes due to the exams they had the next week. It gave her time to properly look over the musical notes and musical history notes.
Immersed into her marking, she vaguely noted the shower in the next room turning off and the movements of Deadpool settling in. Barely seven in the evening, Darcy just wanted to finish the assignments and relax. Absently, she picked up a remote from her bed and switched it on, the stereo coming to life and soon the soft tunes of her favorite classical music floated through the air.
So what's the deal now, Sweetheart? Darcy let out an undignified squeak of surprise as Deadpool's voice slithered into her mind. Letting out a frustrated sigh as her thoughts of him came rushing back, she put down her marking.
"What do you mean, Deadpool?" she asked quietly, tucking her glasses up on her forehead and rubbing her eyes. I was simply wondering as to what there is to do around here, considering I'm not in the mood to turn in. Darcy rolled her eyes, knowing that if he didn't have something to do she was going to be in for a very long night. Her eyes roved around her room before settling onto her television.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this," she muttered to herself. "Come over here and we can watch a movie or something, I'm too tired to do anything else." It was quiet for a while, and Darcy wasn't sure he got her last comment. Suddenly his voice echoed in her head with shock and glee and something else she wasn't too sure on.
Really? Over to your room….on our own? You don't have to tell me twice. Darcy jumped a mile when he phased into her room, dressed in only a pair of blue pajama pants and nothing else. A giggle escaped her throat when she took in his bright eyes.
"Hey Pumpkin," she greeted, stifling a yawn before flicking her glasses back over her eyes. "You get to pick the movie." He looked at her exasperated.
God! I'm not a pumpkin! Darcy stared at him shocked, and slightly frightened. Taking note of her expression, his tone in her mind grew softer. Sorry. Um, what choices do I have? I'm really not…I don't…I haven't seen anything in a while. Darcy gave him a soft look before sitting up with a groan.
"Well, depends on what you like, I'm a James Bond fan, myself," she walked over to the television and opened a cupboard below it, revealing a stack of DVD's. "I love action, explosions and espionage or musicals." Deadpool shrugged at her.
Anything's better than silence or classical music. Darcy gave him a playful glare before picking up Octopussy. "I'll agree with the silence thing, but don't knock my music tastes." She knelt down and turned on the TV and DVD player. "I'll set it up for us, make yourself comfortable on the bed." He picked up her marking and set it on her beside table before making himself comfortable on her usual side.
Cushy…he paused, bouncing on the bed a little. You know, you're a lot more accommodating than before…I'm easier on the eyes now, huh? Less distraction from my lovely assets? He posed as Darcy blushed, turning her face away from him, not noticing him wiggling his eyebrows seductively. She let out a giggle and walked over to the bed, picking up the stereo remote and turning off the music, letting the James Bond theme song play without competing. Feeling a little confessional, she replied cheerfully.
"I'm tired and that automatically makes me nicer, plus, when I have someone around, I don't have nightmares," she shrugged then let out an easy grin. "Helps that you're easy on the eyes." His eyes smiled at her as his hand reached over and grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the bed with him.
I should make it a point to annoy you when you're tired then—I'll easily win arguments…and I guess you're not half bad yourself. Shrugging, his eyes focused on the TV screen. Darcy smiled and decided to change the subject. After all, it seemed that was the closest thing she could get as a compliment from him.
"How are you coping with the change of location?"
I'm fine. I've never stayed in one place for too long, so it's simply another place to stop off at. Darcy couldn't explain away the painful pressure in her chest from his words. Her eyes prickled for a moment and she couldn't squash down the hurting anger at the cavalier attitude he took after all her efforts to rescue him. She turned her head and looked at him a little sadly. His eyes seemed to narrow in on her own.
"You wouldn't stay here? I mean, this is probably the most protected place a mutant can be and the professor, well, he'll help anyone in any way he can." Her voice seemed a little pleading and petulant to her and she blushed and ducked her head, pressing play on the movie. Like penetrating lasers, his eyes seemed to bore into her own and into her mind. He sighed, turning his attention to the movie.
It's a kind gesture, but I doubt when the kids here actually see me, they'll be too keen on me staying—Zero, at least, is still completely intact. Darcy clenched her jaw.
"Some mutants here have blue or green skin, fur, or scales, you not having a mouth won't cause much of a stir. And besides, if I had the right ability, Hank and I could probably help you, give you your mouth back and reverse some of Stryker's experimentation."
He turned back to her, his eyes smiling teasingly. Princess…are you trying to tell me that you WANT me to stay? Darcy blushed and ducked her head, stuttering her reply.
"Well…uh…I find you….entertaining, and…uh…well, you keep me on my toes…" she trailed off, not sure what to say. Taking in a deep breath, she decided to be completely honest. "I guess I do want you to stick around for a while."
Deadpool seemed to mull over her words for a moment then seemingly come to a decision. Well, considering it is hard to find good company, and I don't want to train someone else to banter with me, I guess I can stay around for a while…but only for a little while. Darcy hid a small smile. Who's this Hank fellow anyway?
"Hank is a doctor," Darcy replied happily, knowing, for the moment, that Deadpool wasn't going to sneak away like a thief in the night. "He's also the mutant liaison in the White House. He's a teddy bear and a genius." Deadpool's brow rose at her praise.
And you think Doc Teddy Bear is genius enough to undo what Stryker did? Darcy nodded enthusiastically. Her hair fell into her eyes and she brushed it away impatiently before grabbing a hair tie off the bed and pulling it up roughly. Deadpool watched her motions intently, tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear when it fell into her eyes. She blushed and ducked her head, looking shyly at him through her long lashes.
"I put my complete faith in him and his ability. Yes, with him and me focusing, I do think we can reverse most, if not all. All you have to do is trust me. Do you?"
Do I trust you? He paused, thinking the question over. You haven't given me a reason to doubt you, he replied finally, not willing to commit to anything.
Darcy nodded happily, accepting his words for what they were. "Fair enough." She rose up on her knees to look at him, an excited gleam in her eye. "Would you let us? Give you back your hair, mouth? And your abilities, would you want to keep them or go back to what you had?" He seemed to smile at her enthusiasm. Reaching out again, he stroked her hair with a distracted air.
You've got me there, Princess—I'd do practically anything to get my mouth back, and as fetching as I look bald, my hair was awesome…he looked at her fondly. I'm willing to let you try, babe. Darcy leaned over and gave him an impulsive hug, forgetting that she wasn't wearing a bra and was probably giving him an eyeful.
"Thank you, Deadpool," she said happily, moving back to her knees. "What about your powers?"
He held up his hands, his brow crinkling into a frown. Darcy looked closely at where his lips should have been and saw a faint outline. Once, I was unstoppable, one of the best mercenaries there was. I had two Katana's, my babies. Sure they were a little bulky, tough to get on a plane, but they were memorable. Now, all I have are these bastardized blades that shoot out of my arms. I don't have the range or the maneuverability that I once had. Get these horrid things out of my arms and my swords back, and I'll do whatever you want, Princess, I promise. Darcy nodded solemnly.
"What about the powers Stryker gave you? Do you want to keep them?"
Honestly, as long as I can be somewhat normal, I'm willing to live with whatever you and Teddy Bear Doc leave me with…though extra powers are always nice, especially this phasing ability. Maybe I can catch you while you're showering.
Darcy hit his arm lightly. "You perv. I'll make sure you get what you want, no obligations," she touched his hand and turned her attention back to the movie, laughing at something the character said. Deadpool looked at her for a moment longer dropped his eyes down at their joined hands. Nodding, he followed her gaze to the TV screen. Thanks Princess.