“Wade,” Nate said, eyeing him over the top of some doubtlessly important documents. “What are you doing.”
“Seducing you,” Wade said, inching forward on his hands and knees. His Flirtatious Flight Attendant uniform, ‘purchased’ at Party City, was itchy. Breathily, he added, “Mr. President.”
Nate raised a silver eyebrow, then put the tablet aside. “Seducing me,” he repeated.
“Right,” Wade told him, palms flat against Nate’s knees. He purred, “To distract you. And comfort you. Now that the ship’s gone down and it’s only the two of us on this lonely desert island.”
“Ah,” Nate said, face annoyingly impassive as Wade settled his weight across Nate’s lap. Nate’s eyes flicked downwards as the skirt of the Flirtatious Flight Attendant uniform rode up. Way up. “And I’m in need of comfort because…?”
“The Vice President sacrificed herself to save us,” Wade informed helpfully, smoothing his hands down the broad expanse of Nate’s chest. He drummed his fingers against his TO shoulder in the beat of a samba. “She was very brave. And noble. And played by Bea Arthur.”
Wade allowed himself the briefest of pauses to remember brave, noble, beautiful Bea Arthur, before Cable’s big hands settled at his hips.
“It sounds like you might be in need of comfort too, my…?” he trailed off, giving Wade an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Secretary of State,” he informed him, helpfully, and shimmied against Nate’s lap. He was rewarded by another brief eyebrow flicker, which he was pretty sure was Priscilla Dayspring A’skanison for take me now, you sexy beast.
“My secretary of state also works for the…” Nate’s eyes skimmed over Wade’s plastic nametag, “the Mile High Airline?”
“I’m undercover, because of the KGB,” Wade told him, before digging his hands into Nate’s shoulders and flipping them over onto the couch.
Nate and wade being DuMb weenies.
I made nate a giant because i can.
Those moments where the line between series art and fan art starts to blur.
[Deadpool and Cable 25]