OK, this chapter isn't for the faint hearted, so, if you aren't over sixteen, please ignore this chapter. I've also changed the rating of this story to an M. This is a lemon, so you have been warned. Thanks to IcedBlaze, my beta reader, who is truly amazing and this chapter is dedicating to Pyro again. Hope you all enjoy this and please, don't forget to review. Standard Disclaimer applies.

Chapter 12: Pillow Talk…

Hastily, she made her way back into the room, careful to be quiet. Deadpool didn't stir as she closed the door and slipped out of her robe. Silently, she stared at him, taking the chance to study him through the moonlight from her window. His back was corded muscle, and their shifting play had her shivering in delight. The strength and grace those muscles had caught her in awe. It was like the fascination she had with Wade in her dreams. They were so similar, Deadpool and Wade, with the only differences being one had hair and a mouth and was a figment of her imagination, and the other was there in front of her, lying on his side.

Subtly, she slipped into the blankets and cuddled against his back, slipping her cold feet between his warm legs. His hot body heat warmed her up immediately and she sighed happily, slipping her delicate hand over his waist and settling it near his belly button. Abruptly, he shifted and turned, facing her, and snuggled back.

Anyone ever tell you that when you leave, you take the warmth with you? Darcy gasped in surprise and looked up at him innocently.

"Um, that would be a no," she squeaked, a hot flush rising up her cheeks.

Well, you do, Princess. His voice rumbled in her mind like a sleepy tiger. Gently, he pulled her closer so that there was no space between their bodies. Darcy relaxed in his arms, ignoring the small voice in her mind telling her it was too soon to be so comfortable in his arms.

"You're cuddlier than Logan," she mentioned, her words muffled by his chest. Deadpool looked down at her, his brow rising.

I'm going to take that as a compliment and forget you mentioned some other guy…You're actually quite cuddly, yourself. He stroked her hair lovingly, making her force the reaction to arch and preen into his touch. Already he was stirring the attraction that she tried so hard to dampen.

"Don't worry, Pumpkin, it's all a compliment," she giggled lightly, not at all feeling like going back to sleep anymore. Deadpool's touch had her heating up in other ways.

You know, he said lightly, I'm starting to think you like me…even though you have the idea that I'm orange and fruity. His hand came to rest on the nape of her neck and his thumb reached out to stroke her jaw.

"A pumpkin is a vegetable," she replied, turning her chin towards his hand instinctively. "And besides, I do like you, despite the homicidal urges your stir up." His hand cupped her cheek, thumb running along her bottom lip gently.

Fruit, vegetable, same difference, Deadpool shrugged. You're not so bad yourself, Cupcake. His hand left her face to trail down her arm, leaving a line of fire in its wake. Darcy didn't even bother to hide the shiver and goose bumps he caused. In fact, his voice went low in her mind, almost huskily silky, you're kind of charming…even though your sense of humor could use a little work. Darcy swallowed thickly, staring up at him.

"I'm sure you could fix it," she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. Inwardly she cursed herself, coming out with a cheesy line like that. She prayed he didn't pay much attention to it, despite his eyes laughing at her lightly. He moved closer, nuzzling her head with his nose. I'm sure I could, he replied absently, before pulling away to look at her once more. I doubt you could make me less of a cheeky son of a bitch…but I don't mind if you try.

"Not sure I want to," she sighed, her hands stroking his torso lightly. "I like you the way you are." She heard him swallow and his hand came up to her cheek once more.

Oh, you do, huh? His thumb stroked her cheek again. Nodding, her own hand reached around and caressed his spine. A shiver ran down his back underneath her palm and she smiled softly. Cupcake? His voice was cautious and questioning as he shifted to lean up on his elbow. Slowly, his palm moved from her cheek and down her camisole to the gap of skin between her pajamas and top. Idly, his fingers stroked and caressed, sliding up under her shirt and swinging around to her lower back.

Darcy knew she should have been freaking out again; most girls wouldn't get themselves in a position like this with Deadpool. After catching sight of his lack of mouth, they would have made their way over the hills, leaving a billowing cloud of dust in their wake. But as his palm touched her hip just right, she couldn't find it in her right mind to leave, hell; she didn't want to go anywhere else. Lazily, she opened her eyes, finding herself caught in his intense gaze. "Hmn?"

His hand glided up a few inches; long, calloused fingers tracing intricate patterns teasingly. For the record… his face came close to hers, as though telling a secret…I like you too… his nose nuzzled under her ear lightly. Blushing, Darcy hid her face in his neck, panting very lightly.

"I'm glad," she whispered, gathering her courage and scraping his neck lightly with her teeth. Deadpool closed his eyes and almost seemed to groan against her.

That's incredibly unfair, Princess; I don't have a mouth at my disposal to fight back with. With a gentleness that belied his form, he traced around her belly button, finding the soft skin beneath it and teasing it lightly. Letting out a breathy sigh, she laughed softly.

"If I recall correctly, you were going to show me your other talents, remember?" she bit his ear teasingly.

His shoulders shuddered and he let his fingers dip further until it was barely underneath the waist of her pajamas. I did, didn't I? His tone was light and teasing as his digits slid a little lower until they hit the band of her underwear. Darcy bit her lip, her hips raising a touch. But are you absolutely sure you want that? He was giving her the chance to follow the other women over the mountains. Darcy felt that she had passed the point of no return a while back and there was no way she was leaving him. So as she looked at him, her mouth curved into a sultry grin.

"One thing you learn about me, honey, is that I'm very impulsive," her fingers drifted up to his nipple, flicking it teasingly, "And I tend to not regret anything I've done."

A sound bubbled up from his throat and through his nose. Alright, Princess, he agreed, shifting to get a hold of the bottom of her top. Staring at her, he slid it up, baring most of her stomach to him. Whatever you want. Her hand reached up and cupped his cheek.

"Is this something you want to do? Or are you pandering to me?" she let her hand drift down and around to his back, detouring to trace muscle contours.

Princess, he seemed to laugh at her, I'm a man, and all men pray to have a gorgeous woman in their arms. And besides, I'm not exactly in a position where backing down is an option. Darcy blushed and her hand drifted down to his backside and she squeezed teasingly. He stared at her in surprise as she flipped him onto his back.

"I also said that I wasn't going to lie on my back and be easy," she bit her lip teasingly, watching his eyes darken as they focused on her lips.

Do you really think I'm just going to lay here while you take control? His hands settled on her hips comfortably. She shifted slightly, losing her balance a little. Her arms reached out and her hands braced on his shoulders. Leaning down, her hair fell over one shoulder like a curtain.

"Honey, I'm expecting a struggle," she grinned.

Nodding in response, he helped her balance easier, bringing her knees up on either side of his hips. As you wish, Princess. Sitting up, he brought her hips down against his, their chests pressing against each other. Letting out a shuddering breath, Darcy knew the balance of control shifted once more. Lightly she ground herself against him, using her nails to lightly scratch down his back.

Comfortable Princess? He asked, nuzzling her neck and lifting her top up to bare her stomach again.

Nodding lazily, she shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, kissing and nibbling his neck. "Of course," she said, letting out a giggle as he stroked her side. "That tickles."

Looking like he wished he could smile, Deadpool nuzzled his nose in her hair, breathing in the light scent of jasmine. Then I'm doing my job right. He shifted her to look in her eye, his fingers lightly brushing the underside of her breast.

Blushing, she lowered her eyes as a shiver of pleasure rocked her to her core. Biting her lip she looked back up at him as his fingers played with her nipple, tugging, flicking, stroking. Whimpering sobs escaped her throat as she rocked against him, his hardness rubbing against her just at the point. His other hand on her hip squeezed as she moved.

You're kind of precious when you bite your lip, Princess, he crooned, rolling her nipple a little more. I think we'd both be enjoying this more if I had a mouth, but you seem pretty happy…I'm glad. He nuzzled under her ear with his nose, the hand on her hip moving to her silken clad backside and pushed her against him a little harder before squeezing encouragingly. Her flush grew brighter.

"I love the feel of your hands, sugar," she whispered, keeping with the rhythm he had set. "And as for your mouth, well, that'll be fixed soon enough."

Grunting, he buried a hand in her hair. Good, cause I really want to try this with a mouth.

Darcy let out a breathless laugh before her breath caught as she shifted. "I have to admit, you're talented so far."

I've never tried this in my current state, Kitten; no normal girl wants to be with a guy without a mouth. But I'll take it as a compliment. His hand reached between her legs for added friction, causing her to cry out and shudder, all but her still rocking hips limp against him. God, honey, you're magnificent.

"You're not rusty at all honey," she said exhaling shakily.

Good to know, he seemed to whisper, pulling the elastic waist band of her pants down, seeking her hot juncture. Darcy cuddled against him, nibbling and sucking at his neck, causing his hand to spasm happily. That's it baby, right there…keep at it baby, please… Enthusiastically, she followed his instruction, allowing her fingers to tease down his sides, dipping in under his waistband before slipping back up his chest.

Seeking fingers pushed her underwear away and buried themselves into her finally, setting a deep slow rhythm. Darcy's eyelids grew heavy and her mouth parted as soft croons filled the air around them. Deadpool stared at her mouth longingly, his other hand caressing her hair, encouraging her to move on her own against his long fingers. God baby, I can't tell you how much I want to kiss you right now. He pushed her head back to his neck. Immediately she attacked his neck once more elegantly. Leaning back, she watched mournfully as the mark healed almost instantaneously.

"I wish that lasted a bit longer," she whispered quietly.

Sorry, I heal fast, Princess. Deadpool touched her cheek before pulling her arms up. Teasingly, he took his time pulling off her camisole, pausing to touch her waist, stomach, breasts and neck. Dark brown, almost black eyes stared at the smooth bounce of her medium chest, his hands drawn to the creamy globes like a man finding an oasis in the middle of a desert. Abruptly, he flipped her on her back, his muscular bulk resting on her, his elbows taking most of his weight. She let out a mournful whimper, but loved him all around her. Wanting more contact, she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing their hips into contact once more.

Whispering into his ear, she begged him for more, needing him inside her as her passion and arousal grew. With one hand he cradled her face, brushing his thumb against her lips, a growl vibrating from his chest as she kissed and licked it, the other going down to his pants, struggling to pull them off. Darcy's hands pushed his out of the way as she smoothly pulled them down. He pressed his face against her shoulder as though in a kiss.

"You're so warm," Darcy croons lovingly, her hands caressing from neck to taunt backside. You too…it's nice…You're skin's so soft, Princess. Slowly, his hands drifted down her back, sliding under the waist band of her pants and underwear, teasingly taking them off slow. He drifted up her legs, tracing swirls and whimsical patterns. Feet arching delicately, Darcy grabbed the pillow on either side of her head, panting and moaning, begging him to get a move on. He avoided her center he had lavishly paid attention to previously, causing her to let out a frustrated sob.

"God, you're evil," she huffed.

That's the best compliment I've gotten all night, Cupcake. He snuggled up her breast carefully, bringing it up to a pebble. Keening, she brought her legs around his hips once more, physically begging for him. He caressed her thigh, his scarred jaw running softly along her jaw. Every bump and pucker she could feel. I hope its still good for you, Princess…I can't hold out for much longer.

With an open expression, she touched his cheek. "Honey, you don't need to have a mouth to have sex," she kissed where his mouth should have been; "I have no doubts that it will be fantastic for both of us. You've played my body like a pro, now I want the big finish," she winked saucily.

Pulling back, he stared at her, stunned and pleased at both, her words and action. There is really one or two things you need for sex…the others just make it all the more fun. Dipping his finger inside her, he rubbed his scarred mouth over her neck and shoulder. Arching her body against his, she felt another finger slide into her, pumping in an achingly slow motion.

"Please, Deadpool, move your hot ass," she groaned quietly. Hooking his finger and releasing it, he reveled in her startled, needy cry. By now three fingers were inside her and she was thrusting hard one his hands, or at least as hard as he would let her. "Do that again, please?" she begged, kissing and nibbling his throat, jaw and ear. Can't very well ignore a plea. He hooked his fingers one more time before pulling out, leaving her empty and on fire.

"Are you trying to drive me mad?" her fingers scrapped down his back hard, drawing blood before they healed, leaving Deadpool shivering. His long, tapered fingers spread her nether lips apart, pressing himself intimately against her own sex. He rubbed slowly, coating himself with her nectar. Finally he sank into her, bringing satisfied groans from both of them.

Setting a bruising pace, his jaw clenched, knowing he wouldn't last too long. His fingers slipped down and rubbed her as he thrust into her. Clenching around him, she felt herself wind higher and higher. The friction was driving her mad and her soft passionate cries danced around the room, slowly growing in volume. He was so strong, powerful; she was helpless to both their needs in his arms. They moved at a fevered pace, bringing her higher, closer, over. Like falling over a waterfall, she shattered in his arms, crying out his name in a lustful sob. He wasn't far behind, shooting hot syrupy cum over her inner walls.

Falling to one side so he wouldn't crush her, he shakily pulled her trembling form close. They shuddered together, slowly coming down from their high. The door pounded, startling them both. Logan's irritated voice floated through the thick wood.

"Would you two cut it out? It reeks out here!" Darcy murmured an apology and sleepily cuddled into Deadpool's side, the mouth-less man pulling her quilt around them before they both drifted off to sleep.