[ This is one of those rare moments Wade goes quiet. He's not comfortable with the idea of a contract, after some of the stories he's heard at the Abyss. When submissives get a little too deep in their cups and start describing the exploitative lifestyles of the rich and dominant. One bone-chilling requirement written into one was to remain nude at all times. Not all stories were bad, of course, but selling yourself for partial rights and stuff is still pretty fucked up, even when you're Deadpool. ]
So this is — what, an interview? A test drive?
[ He keeps his tone light, but there are plenty of things he needs and he's really only felt the pinch when he's not asking for help, and lately he feels like that's all he's been doing. ]
A conversation. Though I can ask you as I did before if you prefer.
( a truer smile forms on her now. he had enjoyed it, and though rowena had considered some nudity when she'd gotten him to hers she'd thought of something else. sometimes a girl just wanted to get fucked, and his mouth had been wonderful before )
I'm... offering a job. You'd be able to do other work when I didn't need you.
( there's more to it but those aren't rowena's stipulations: having to live with her was a mandate by the city, and she wasn't certain how she felt about that )
[ Wade's masked face fixes on her, alert. He remembers that vividly, every searing hot moment branded on his cancerous brain. His shoulders twinge with the memory of his arms locked behind his back by some invisible source, the way she tasted, the way he melted to her mouth.
He swallows so hard that his collar jiggles. He gives his head a little shake. Focus. ]
That's it? No weird uniforms or curfew?
[ Or lack of clothes? Listen, he's self-conscious about his body. ]
( though that's just her own demand, nothing for the contract. naked for sex, please )
And whilst other clothes would suit you... if you prefer to wear that as a mercenary it's likely effective.
( and she accepts it's probably longer lasting than any other clothing would be. she's not replacing all of that. but she does rub at his arm slightly, reassuring. even if she hadn't commented or reacted to his body she understands what he's asking
though he probably can note her avoidance of the other question )
[ Wade waits a long time for the rest of those answers and receives on long ellipse in response. After a while, his head cants to the side somewhat sassy. ]
...Shit. Can I at least have people over?
[ He is somewhat placated by the touch, though, one he meets with the tips of his fingers on her hand. But he's from New York, trust isn't exactly offered up simply because he's getting the kind of attention he desperately craves.
Okay. Maybe a little. ]
So wait, you're gonna provide for my ass just to be your live-in bodyguard? That's it. Nothing else?
( it's gently said and she pauses as they enter the lobby of the apartments, pressing the call button for the elevator before facing him a little more )
But house rules are not contract rules, one is a verbal agreement, a trust in both of us, the other is stipulated.
( since they have to sign it and she's not putting house rules in the contract, those are things she'd deal with herself rather than force him into. she's agreeable over forceful and the feeling she had of him was that he wouldn't overstep a boundary intentionally. not on personal things )
So... effectively yes. You'll be my live-in bodyguard. Any other job you have is acceptable if you're available when I need you, and the money you earn is yours.
( though if he ever was short on anything she'd help him out, especially since her "paying" him was... undecided what and how yet )
[ As in something he can get away with vs what he can't without being in breach of contract. Another button to push his luck on. ]
Alright. Where's my carrot? What do I get out of all of this?
[ Besides the fact that he actually likes Rowena, he's a merc at heart. He knows he can't do shit without a Dominant writing the checks, but seeing as they're negotiating an on-call gig with him taking up residence in Rowena's abode, he knows such agreements won't always be around or with so much flexibility. ]
And what happens if you call and I'm balls-deep in something else?
( and she'd argue the sex but that she'd have with him regardless. she does ignore his second question though, figuring they can negotiate that more on an agreement. it would be situational, though she expected she'd know when the day starts whether or not she'd want him rather than choosing later in the day )
Dunno, an allowance? A bodyguard is only as good as his equipment — [ He starts ticking them off, extending a finger for each one. ] We're talkin' ammo, performance-enhancing substances, fun time substances, bail-out funds... I could go on.
[ He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand, does he really need to elaborate? He has no idea what he's talking about. He's only been here what, a day? ]
What's something only you can give me? I'm thinking something witchy, but none of that curse shit. I've got enough of that already.
[ The possibilities are certainly interesting. He's got front-row tickets to what she's capable of, so that gives him a lot of food for thought. More importantly, it makes Rowena a very attractive option above other Dominants. He's warming to the thought. ]
Oooh. That's compelling.
[ Wade wonders if she's able to get him his skin back. That's a thrilling thought, but almost too good to be true, he's almost afraid to ask. ]
What about my skin, is there a way you can bring my looks back?
[ Oh. Oh, Wade is in serious trouble. There are few obsessions so all-consuming as the one about getting his looks back is a devastating weak point for him. He's so effectively baited that she's got him hook, line and sinker. ]
Now that's what I call incentive, sister.
[ The physical contact is a nice touch, his jaw working from under the mask when he speaks. ]
Wanna give me a week to put my shit in order? Affairs or whatever.
( there's an amused sound from her, tracking it back to the pet play comment, though she makes no comment, choosing instead not to confirm or deny what kind of space she'll leave for him.
unlocking her door she adds-- )
My house rules will be simple, but those can be when you move in.
( to keep them fresh in his mind. don't touch her things, don't wake her up, don't leave mess )
If I have your company for a few hours there are better uses of our time.
[ She reads him so well, it's almost like she's seen it all. She probably has, not that Wade has a clue (yet). ]
Yeah? Meaning what?
[ Judging from the way he slides his gloved hands around her trim little waist, he knows a little something about that. He pulls her by her hips to his body, sliding his chin over her shoulder as he looks at her. ]
( the hand around her waist is a more surprising move, though she slides back to him rather than shrugging out of it, allowing the touch. she wasn't trying to keep him away as she usually intentionally radiated.
her head tips up, hand sliding around to the back of his mask where she'd seen him lift it before, fingers deftly slipping just under his mask to slide it off and over him )
Just a little more incentive, perhaps.
( not that she needs it, she knows she has him hooked already, and the playful tone likely says it. but why not give him a few other reasons why living with her could be an incredible idea.
the mask stays gripped in one hand by her waist, her other hand brushing over his chin )
At the end of a day-- ( or in the middle of it ) there are many more exciting uses for you.
[ God, it's one thing to tolerate Wade's annoying presence, but Rowena moves into his touch, not away. She prefers him without the suit, so he's not quite surprised when he feels her fingers deftly search to open his mask, and for the first time in a long time, he lets someone do it. ]
Blurring professional lines, are we?
[ Said like he's into it, because he is. Can they even get inside the apartment before he's getting his hands all over her? Turns out the answer is a solid no, because that touch over his textured skin makes him feel more than a little smitten by his witchy playmate. Wade's other hand brushes her hair over her shoulder and he traces a thumb under her chin. It's gentle, respectful — she's already got him eating out of the palm of her hand. ]
You make it sound like I'm gonna be your live-in slut.
( she chuckles, sliding out of his gasp easily with how gently he holds her, walking into her apartment )
If you choose to only make quota with me... that's your choice.
( she's not setting and thought about how often she'll sleep with him, when the mood draws, though with talent it draws more often. given that she's brought him here to sleep with him again.
she sets her bag onto the table and this will be a part of her apartment he's not seen before: he hadn't walked out after they'd first met, her teleporting him away when they were finally done after that long night. but she's leaning against the table, hands resting against it, her head tipped as she waits for him )
And sleeping with my bodyguard sounds like a pleasant perk.
[ That promising thought is a godsend, seeing as he was sure that when he received his designation as submissive, he was cooked. Wade doesn't know it yet, but the city will turn out to be remarkably tolerant of fugly mugs, but for now? He's operating under the assumption that, like the rest of his world, there are only 9 people who matter to him in it.
Rowena slips out of his hands and telegraphs what looks to Wade like an invitation, a come hither with her eyes. He steps into her apartment and tries to put his hands on either side of her on the table, slinking up to her. ]
Seeing as it's probably one of the more popular tags on AO3, it's gotta be.
( ignoring him is very easy, as is cutting him off, rowena leaning up to kiss him as he's mid-sentence, telling him that he currently has a very correct idea about what's happening.
partially, anyway. she breaks off the kiss before it gets too heated, pressing her finger to his lips again, leaning slightly back to tip her hair over her shoulders )
Close the door and then take your suit off.
( she doesn't need anyone walking past seeing her good time )
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So this is — what, an interview? A test drive?
[ He keeps his tone light, but there are plenty of things he needs and he's really only felt the pinch when he's not asking for help, and lately he feels like that's all he's been doing. ]
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( a truer smile forms on her now. he had enjoyed it, and though rowena had considered some nudity when she'd gotten him to hers she'd thought of something else. sometimes a girl just wanted to get fucked, and his mouth had been wonderful before )
I'm... offering a job. You'd be able to do other work when I didn't need you.
( there's more to it but those aren't rowena's stipulations: having to live with her was a mandate by the city, and she wasn't certain how she felt about that )
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He swallows so hard that his collar jiggles. He gives his head a little shake. Focus. ]
That's it? No weird uniforms or curfew?
[ Or lack of clothes? Listen, he's self-conscious about his body. ]
Aren't I supposed to live with you 24/7?
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( though that's just her own demand, nothing for the contract. naked for sex, please )
And whilst other clothes would suit you... if you prefer to wear that as a mercenary it's likely effective.
( and she accepts it's probably longer lasting than any other clothing would be. she's not replacing all of that. but she does rub at his arm slightly, reassuring. even if she hadn't commented or reacted to his body she understands what he's asking
though he probably can note her avoidance of the other question )
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...Shit. Can I at least have people over?
[ He is somewhat placated by the touch, though, one he meets with the tips of his fingers on her hand. But he's from New York, trust isn't exactly offered up simply because he's getting the kind of attention he desperately craves.
Okay. Maybe a little. ]
So wait, you're gonna provide for my ass just to be your live-in bodyguard? That's it. Nothing else?
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( it's gently said and she pauses as they enter the lobby of the apartments, pressing the call button for the elevator before facing him a little more )
But house rules are not contract rules, one is a verbal agreement, a trust in both of us, the other is stipulated.
( since they have to sign it and she's not putting house rules in the contract, those are things she'd deal with herself rather than force him into. she's agreeable over forceful and the feeling she had of him was that he wouldn't overstep a boundary intentionally. not on personal things )
So... effectively yes. You'll be my live-in bodyguard. Any other job you have is acceptable if you're available when I need you, and the money you earn is yours.
( though if he ever was short on anything she'd help him out, especially since her "paying" him was... undecided what and how yet )
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Noted.
[ As in something he can get away with vs what he can't without being in breach of contract. Another button to push his luck on. ]
Alright. Where's my carrot? What do I get out of all of this?
[ Besides the fact that he actually likes Rowena, he's a merc at heart. He knows he can't do shit without a Dominant writing the checks, but seeing as they're negotiating an on-call gig with him taking up residence in Rowena's abode, he knows such agreements won't always be around or with so much flexibility. ]
And what happens if you call and I'm balls-deep in something else?
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( and she'd argue the sex but that she'd have with him regardless. she does ignore his second question though, figuring they can negotiate that more on an agreement. it would be situational, though she expected she'd know when the day starts whether or not she'd want him rather than choosing later in the day )
What would you offer?
( or ask for )
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Dunno, an allowance? A bodyguard is only as good as his equipment — [ He starts ticking them off, extending a finger for each one. ] We're talkin' ammo, performance-enhancing substances, fun time substances, bail-out funds... I could go on.
[ He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand, does he really need to elaborate? He has no idea what he's talking about. He's only been here what, a day? ]
What's something only you can give me? I'm thinking something witchy, but none of that curse shit. I've got enough of that already.
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( because she'll assume as his dominant that would be her job rather than him paying for it.
she lets quiet fall over the elevator as it travels up to her floor, considering what she'd be willing to offer him )
If performance enhancing is what you're looking for we could discuss what exactly you want... and I could provide a spell for that.
( something semi-permanent or a hex bag for him to keep with him )
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Oooh. That's compelling.
[ Wade wonders if she's able to get him his skin back. That's a thrilling thought, but almost too good to be true, he's almost afraid to ask. ]
What about my skin, is there a way you can bring my looks back?
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I may be able to.
( as far as rowena knows she can heal anything. she healed amara and she was a cosmic being )
We can discuss that more if we make an agreement.
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Now that's what I call incentive, sister.
[ The physical contact is a nice touch, his jaw working from under the mask when he speaks. ]
Wanna give me a week to put my shit in order? Affairs or whatever.
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( her hand falls from him when the doors open, stepping past him to walk back to her apartment )
And I will... make a some space for you.
( a little beckon that he should follow her. they've still got an afternoon to enjoy )
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I hope it's not a kennel! I'm not going to promise I don't get the midnight zoomies, but I'm not big on cages.
[ You'd better get used to these completely random tangents, because they're pretty much constant. ]
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unlocking her door she adds-- )
My house rules will be simple, but those can be when you move in.
( to keep them fresh in his mind. don't touch her things, don't wake her up, don't leave mess )
If I have your company for a few hours there are better uses of our time.
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Yeah? Meaning what?
[ Judging from the way he slides his gloved hands around her trim little waist, he knows a little something about that. He pulls her by her hips to his body, sliding his chin over her shoulder as he looks at her. ]
Penny for your thoughts?
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her head tips up, hand sliding around to the back of his mask where she'd seen him lift it before, fingers deftly slipping just under his mask to slide it off and over him )
Just a little more incentive, perhaps.
( not that she needs it, she knows she has him hooked already, and the playful tone likely says it. but why not give him a few other reasons why living with her could be an incredible idea.
the mask stays gripped in one hand by her waist, her other hand brushing over his chin )
At the end of a day-- ( or in the middle of it ) there are many more exciting uses for you.
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Blurring professional lines, are we?
[ Said like he's into it, because he is. Can they even get inside the apartment before he's getting his hands all over her? Turns out the answer is a solid no, because that touch over his textured skin makes him feel more than a little smitten by his witchy playmate. Wade's other hand brushes her hair over her shoulder and he traces a thumb under her chin. It's gentle, respectful — she's already got him eating out of the palm of her hand. ]
You make it sound like I'm gonna be your live-in slut.
[ He's a thousand times into that, too. ]
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If you choose to only make quota with me... that's your choice.
( she's not setting and thought about how often she'll sleep with him, when the mood draws, though with talent it draws more often. given that she's brought him here to sleep with him again.
she sets her bag onto the table and this will be a part of her apartment he's not seen before: he hadn't walked out after they'd first met, her teleporting him away when they were finally done after that long night. but she's leaning against the table, hands resting against it, her head tipped as she waits for him )
And sleeping with my bodyguard sounds like a pleasant perk.
( there are body guarding jokes to be had there )
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Rowena slips out of his hands and telegraphs what looks to Wade like an invitation, a come hither with her eyes. He steps into her apartment and tries to put his hands on either side of her on the table, slinking up to her. ]
Seeing as it's probably one of the more popular tags on AO3, it's gotta be.
[ What? Ignore him. ]
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partially, anyway. she breaks off the kiss before it gets too heated, pressing her finger to his lips again, leaning slightly back to tip her hair over her shoulders )
Close the door and then take your suit off.
( she doesn't need anyone walking past seeing her good time )