Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

So, it was snowing.

Hells to the yeah. That meant a snow day from going out and doin' crap like shopping or--shopping. Look, Deadpool really didn't like shopping.

This now meant that Nate wasn't gonna be goin' to work either. Instead he was being used like a pillow slash personal heater on the couch. He was going to enjoy the damn snuggling and take it like a man, okay?

"Just lay back and think of Providence," Deadpool suggested, settling for the fiftieth show on home improvement of the morning.

[[For that guy who is modded there.]]

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"She's at a non-critical point in her timeline," he pointed out. His head was tilted towards the screen in an attempt to get some of the action. "I don't see the point in making it critical."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Fiiiiine." He was just gonna lay in wait on that one. "Can we at least make fun of the blond chick on this channel? God, I hate her face. She's always judging me for my lifestyle choices. Hey, if I wanna live in sin with a pet fox, she can't say one damn thing about it. Max is allowed to live free."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You can make fun of the 'blonde chick'," Nate allowed, sounding slightly amused now. "But I'm not sure it's Max she's judging..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"SHhh. I know you like Max, but we can't shield her from this stigma forever."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"A man and his fox...?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Exactly!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate's body shifted for a moment as he reached out...

... and dumped said, slightly miffed, fox onto Wade's chest.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...Hi there, Max. How ya--great, she's gonna take a dump in my shoes. What did I say about picking her up?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate chuckled slightly in his ear. That was an answer.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm sending dirty texts to Irene from your phone now."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"No, you won't," Nate informed him, trying to focus on the news item about... Bolivia. Yes.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"It's locked," Nate told him, "But nice try." He stroked idly over Wade's stomach with one hand.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You're a tease," Wade declared, placing Max back on the ground so she could plan her vengeance on his shoes. But that also freed up his hands to slip up under Nate's sensible shirt.

To warm his hands. Really.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Think it's time to start considering putting Jan to bed," Nate noted, hiking up Wade's shirt to reveal some skin.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'm not stoppin' ya," Wade pointed out, kindly running his thumb down the line of T.O. "In fact, I'm doin' the furthest thing from stoppin' ya."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You're sitting on me," Nate had to remind him. And... closed his eyes, for just a moment.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, like that ever stopped ya before."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Which meant it wasn't Nate's fault in the slightest if Wade got shoved, now. Which he did.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Wade glared at him from his spot on the floor. "I'm getting a hot cocoa and you better be nicer when I metcha in the bedroom."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate just flashed him a quick smirk, then leaned down, picking up Jan with an easy move. She flailed, but it was a very tired-looking flail. "Time for bed," he murmured, and began the trek towards her room.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade gave serious thought to the cocoa, but decided to go with bed instead. Where there would be naked times.

And diiiiirtiness.

"Oh yeah."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate took his time to tuck Jan in and make sure the room was completely secure. After all, a moment of failed vigilance was all it would take to ruin everything.

With all that done, he padded out of her room and into the bedroom, yanking his shirt over his head as he went.

Not as pornstar as it sounded, thank you.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Hold on, hold on.

"Bow-chicka-chicka-chicka-bow-wow!" Wade was nothing if not helpful.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate shot him a look, kicking the door back so it'd shut. "As long as you're amused."