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You had just settled in for the night, and were beginning to fall asleep, when you felt the mattress sink behind you and a brief, cold breeze as the covers were lifted up before being let back down again. There was no movement for a few moments, then your hair was gently brushed away from your neck and you felt the faint tickle of breath as soft kisses were placed against the back of it. Tired as you were, you couldn't help giggling. "Wade...that tickles..."
A chuckle. "So?" The kisses continued. You squirmed.
"I have work tomorrow," you protested quietly. You felt him pause, then open his mouth to offer a solution, but you knew exactly what he was going to say. Turning back slightly, you gave him a stern, but still gently reprimanding, look and pointed your forefinger and thumb at him like a gun, something he always found adorable, your index finger touching the underside of his chin. "You are not doing anything to my boss so I can give you sex."
He had his mask pulled up over his mouth and nose, so when he pouted you saw it, and struggled to give in to the adorable look.
You stood your ground, albeit gently. "No. Cuddles only tonight."
You could tell he was weighing the outcomes, even with his mask on. After a few minutes he sighed lightly and nodded, though he was still pouting. He wasn't about to turn down cuddling. Not after being away for a while. He could get sex another night.
You smiled tiredly and patted his cheek with the hand you pointed at him, starting to turn back on your side when you realized something. He had been gone for weeks; which meant he had been on a job. And he was still wearing his costume when he wouldn't usually be if he was in bed with you, which meant... "Wade." You turned again to eye him. "Are you bleeding in my bed?"
He winced. He had been hoping that foreplay would provide the time necessary for the last of his wounds to heal. Obviously that plan had gone a little awry. He sighed and kissed your head, "B r b," and quietly left the bed and the room, shedding hardware as he went.
A moment later you heard your shower and smiled, resuming the position on your side after confirming that he had indeed not left any blood stains in your bed. Closing your eyes again, you let the sound of the shower and the knowledge that soon there would be a clean man cuddling with you lull you into a half sleeping state. Though your mind continued to wander.
It wasn't like you didn't want sex with him. If that had been the case you never would have agreed to the whole "friends with benefits", thing. It was just...complicated. The whole damn thing was complicated. I mean, it wasn't even friends with benefits anymore. You guys were best friends, and acted like it, but had sex, cuddled on the couch while watching movies, did "couple-y" things. But you weren't actually a couple. You were just...hanging out in this weird, hodgepodge of a relationship.
Maybe it was stupid... Yes, it was definitely stupid. But it was Wade, and you took your chances with him every day as it was. Besides. It wasn't like you could love him any more than you already did, right? That risk had been eliminated. And he didn't have to know...
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed the shower stop, but opened your eyes as you heard the door to your room open and close. Wade had just walked in, clean as a whistle and sporting only his boxers. Turning slightly, you gave him a sleepy grin and a thumbs up, making him laugh, and he struck a very Michael Jackson-esque pose, his hips thrust out at a ridiculous angle. He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"Like what you see, babe?"
You laughed quietly and rested the back of your hand on your forehead, only half joking as you replied, "Oh my, yes. The sight of you in your Captain America boxers is almost too much to bear..!"
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows again, thrusting his hips comically. "You know it! The Captain himself couldn't wear these better!"
You snorted a quiet laugh and patted the mattress behind you."Come on, ya joker. Bedtime." You turned onto your side again, and just in time; because a split second later Wade had bounded, almost literally, into bed with you. You felt him start to kiss the back of your neck again and rolled your eyes behind drooping eyelids, scolding him gently. "Wade..."
"Right, I forgot. Just cuddles." He sighed as he wrapped his arms around you securely and rested his chin on your head. "Sorry, babe. Sleep tight."
Snuggling back into him with a sigh, you drifted off into peaceful slumber with a quiet, "It's okay. You sleep well, too..."
Wade stayed still and silent for several minutes until you were totally asleep, only moving carefully when he was sure he wouldn't wake you. Propping himself up on one arm, he looked down at you; your sleeping face making him smile as he gently moved some hair from your eyes; and with a pang in his heart and a look of longing on his face, he wished again that he was brave enough to tell you. But he couldn't. And he wasn't. You would never love him. No one ever did, and no one ever would. But he would take what he could get. You made him feel so...normal. He could live with just that. With just this. At least that's what he told himself.
A chuckle. "So?" The kisses continued. You squirmed.
"I have work tomorrow," you protested quietly. You felt him pause, then open his mouth to offer a solution, but you knew exactly what he was going to say. Turning back slightly, you gave him a stern, but still gently reprimanding, look and pointed your forefinger and thumb at him like a gun, something he always found adorable, your index finger touching the underside of his chin. "You are not doing anything to my boss so I can give you sex."
He had his mask pulled up over his mouth and nose, so when he pouted you saw it, and struggled to give in to the adorable look.
You stood your ground, albeit gently. "No. Cuddles only tonight."
You could tell he was weighing the outcomes, even with his mask on. After a few minutes he sighed lightly and nodded, though he was still pouting. He wasn't about to turn down cuddling. Not after being away for a while. He could get sex another night.
You smiled tiredly and patted his cheek with the hand you pointed at him, starting to turn back on your side when you realized something. He had been gone for weeks; which meant he had been on a job. And he was still wearing his costume when he wouldn't usually be if he was in bed with you, which meant... "Wade." You turned again to eye him. "Are you bleeding in my bed?"
He winced. He had been hoping that foreplay would provide the time necessary for the last of his wounds to heal. Obviously that plan had gone a little awry. He sighed and kissed your head, "B r b," and quietly left the bed and the room, shedding hardware as he went.
A moment later you heard your shower and smiled, resuming the position on your side after confirming that he had indeed not left any blood stains in your bed. Closing your eyes again, you let the sound of the shower and the knowledge that soon there would be a clean man cuddling with you lull you into a half sleeping state. Though your mind continued to wander.
It wasn't like you didn't want sex with him. If that had been the case you never would have agreed to the whole "friends with benefits", thing. It was just...complicated. The whole damn thing was complicated. I mean, it wasn't even friends with benefits anymore. You guys were best friends, and acted like it, but had sex, cuddled on the couch while watching movies, did "couple-y" things. But you weren't actually a couple. You were just...hanging out in this weird, hodgepodge of a relationship.
Maybe it was stupid... Yes, it was definitely stupid. But it was Wade, and you took your chances with him every day as it was. Besides. It wasn't like you could love him any more than you already did, right? That risk had been eliminated. And he didn't have to know...
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed the shower stop, but opened your eyes as you heard the door to your room open and close. Wade had just walked in, clean as a whistle and sporting only his boxers. Turning slightly, you gave him a sleepy grin and a thumbs up, making him laugh, and he struck a very Michael Jackson-esque pose, his hips thrust out at a ridiculous angle. He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"Like what you see, babe?"
You laughed quietly and rested the back of your hand on your forehead, only half joking as you replied, "Oh my, yes. The sight of you in your Captain America boxers is almost too much to bear..!"
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows again, thrusting his hips comically. "You know it! The Captain himself couldn't wear these better!"
You snorted a quiet laugh and patted the mattress behind you."Come on, ya joker. Bedtime." You turned onto your side again, and just in time; because a split second later Wade had bounded, almost literally, into bed with you. You felt him start to kiss the back of your neck again and rolled your eyes behind drooping eyelids, scolding him gently. "Wade..."
"Right, I forgot. Just cuddles." He sighed as he wrapped his arms around you securely and rested his chin on your head. "Sorry, babe. Sleep tight."
Snuggling back into him with a sigh, you drifted off into peaceful slumber with a quiet, "It's okay. You sleep well, too..."
Wade stayed still and silent for several minutes until you were totally asleep, only moving carefully when he was sure he wouldn't wake you. Propping himself up on one arm, he looked down at you; your sleeping face making him smile as he gently moved some hair from your eyes; and with a pang in his heart and a look of longing on his face, he wished again that he was brave enough to tell you. But he couldn't. And he wasn't. You would never love him. No one ever did, and no one ever would. But he would take what he could get. You made him feel so...normal. He could live with just that. With just this. At least that's what he told himself.
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