CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
KETTI FINALLY DOES SOMETHING
PRODUCTIVE FOR ONCE
IN HER FUCKING LIFE

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KETTI WAS SURPRISED TO FIND LOKI IN HER KITCHEN THE NEXT MORNING, LEANING AGAINST THE COUNTER CASUALLY.

He was so effortless in everything that he did. He had to charm himself to look that good, right?

Ketti was hungover with bags under her eyes, messy hair, an oversized shirt and Elmo pajama pants, but fucking Loki looked like...

Well, a fucking god.

(Wow, you want a gold star for pointing out the fucking obvious?)

She supposed that made sense.

"Hello, darling," he greeted her casually, as if it was fucking normal for him to be in her apartment. Did he even sleep? "You look horrendous, I'm not sure how you keep landing these men."

"That's so rude," Ketti muttered, opening the fridge for something, then grimacing as her stomach churned.

Before either of them could say anything else, there was a knock at the door, and Loki rolled his eyes dramatically before sighing and looking down at a mug of tea.

Where'd he even get that? It wasn't one of her mugs.

Ketti blinked, dismissing the thought and walked to the front door, opening it slowly. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Wade.

"You're here."

"Hi, kitty."

They spoke at the same time and Ketti crossed her arms, unsure. It had been weeks since they'd seen each other. She forgot how much she liked the sound of his voice.

"Hi."

Wade smiled softly at her greeting, his Deadpool suit on, mask up on his head, revealing his face.

She liked that he still wanted her to see it. She liked his face so much.

(This old mug? Baby, please, you're flattering me.)

"This is fucking awkward."

Ketti nodded, letting out a breathless laugh.

"Oh, for my own sake, go speak with him," Loki voiced from behind her, pushing her into Wade's arms and closing the door.

Wade blinked. "Was that Loki?"

"Yeah," Ketti nodded. "Long story."

(It's really not.)

"Oh," Wade laughed nervously.

She hated how awkward it was between them. What used to be effortless, witty banter laced with attraction was now awkward and stale and dry.

Even Wade "the fucking mercenary with a mouth" Wilson couldn't save this conversation.

"So, it's been awhile," Wade settled on. "Logan said you called him."

"Yeah," Ketti nodded. "Apparently. I—I was drunk. You didn't answer my texts."

"You were fucking someone else," Wade countered with a shrug. "Not casually."

"I was fucking Johnny when we met," Ketti objected.

"That's different and you know it," Wade shook his head. "Johnny's a fucking idiot. He's got one brain cell and he lights it on fire to make it work. If he's not using his powers to fight good and evil," Wade rolled his eyes dramatically, "then he's being a moron. A moron who never deserved you. And you didn't even look twice at. But Frank Castle?"

Ketti opened her mouth to defend her decision, but Wade cut her off.

"I'm an antihero, Ketti," he told her. "Me and Logan. Logan's...more heroic, technically" (he is also technically the worst Wolverine, if we're getting technical) "but he's still morally grey enough that you would like us. I don't — I don't have a lot going for me, okay?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ketti frowned.

"I mean — you're, fuck, Ketti, you're...you. And I look like this," he waved to himself, "and all I got is that I save some people, kiss a few babies — (god, that sounds weird if you take it out of context, why is that a saying?) —  and try to win you over but you've never liked me. Always Logan. And then...fucking Frank Castle."

"Wade, I—"

"—I don't want you to see anyone else," Wade blurted out. "Maybe that's weird and I shouldn't say that and fuck if I've learned anything in past relationships, it's that everyone I love gets hurt, and you'll probably end up dead and I'll be fucking miserable forever, but I want — I want to try."

Kerri's eyes widened at his words. "Wade, I—"

"—I really like your laugh," Wade continued, rambling nervously. It was strange to have him compliment her instead of make dirty innuendos. "And the way your hair smells. It's like fucking coconut or something, I dunno, I stole a bottle when I was here once so I could smell it. I know that's weird, don't talk about it. I know you're not into me because I'm — I don't look like Logan, and even Logan had to get used to me as a person because I'm—"

"—Wade, just let me talk—"

"—but you know, there's a lot to be said about relationships and I think—"

Ketti groaned in frustration, reaching her hands up and pulling him down into a kiss.

He stopped talking.

(But internally, I was freaking the fuck out. What if Disney caught wind of this? What if they made me straight — I am SO far from straight, you should see me and Logan — and I blew it with Vanessa. You know how Disney is; killing off love interests for the sake of the plot — I couldn't lose Ketti like that, too.)

Ketti moved her lips first, slowly, gently kissing him, encouraging him to do the same. His hands found her waist, then moved around her back, pulling her closer.

(Fuck, she smells so good.)

His face was rough in her hands, the texture of his scars on her palms unlike anything she'd felt before, but she found he was actually a great kisser.

A buzzing settled in Ketti's mind and all thoughts cleared as he moved his mouth against hers. Her thumbs caressed his cheeks, softly, reverently, moving around his neck and pulling him even closer.

(Do you guys think Loki's just listening to this behind the door? That guy is such a creep.)

Wade smiled into the kiss as she deepened it, tongue grazing her lips and she complied, letting him in. He let out a soft moan as his tongue found hers, one hand moving up her back to her head, tangling in her air.

Ketti didn't even need oxygen, didn't want to do anything but breathe Wade Wilson in until her lungs were consumed by him. Her mouth molding against his, as if their lips were made for one another's. He was warm and rough and soft and tasted of something salty, like he'd just eaten a bag of chips and she just —

Fuck, she just pulled him closer. She needed more of him. Wanted them to be one. He gripped her equally as tight, tongue moving around her mouth, just as hungry, before he pulled back, resting his head against hers.

"Ketti," he breathed out, "baby, you kissed me."

"Uh huh."

"Did you mean to?"

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes and pulled him into another kiss, softer than the first, less exploratory. Ketti didn't ever want to stop kissing him.

He pulled away again, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before speaking. "You...that, um...I thought you'd kiss Logan first."

"Yeah, me too."

Wade grinned, chuckling against her. "I'm not mad at you."

"You were ignoring me."

"Yeah, it's complicated."

"I'm not with Frank."

Wade nodded. "Good," his grip tightened around her. "Good."

"Wade?"

"Yeah, angel?"

"Can you kiss me all the time?"

Wade chuckled, nodding. "I'm gonna do a lot more than kiss you."

"Good."

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UMMMMM IDK LEAVING THIS HERE BECAUSE I KIND OF HATE IT BUT IT JUST SORT OF HAPPENED I HOPE ITS OKAY OKAY BYE