Vanessa & Wade | Saturday morning

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Wade and Vanessa wake up tangled together and within an hour of their check out deadline. Oops?

Wade came awake all at once, but remained completely still, evaluating his surroundings with his eyes closed. No movement. Just the air conditioner running for sound. Sunlight on his closed eyelids. Someone breathing on top of him... he paused.

Huh. That was weird.

Turning his head to the side a little so the sunlight wouldn't blind him, he cracked open an eyelid and found... a head of white hair some blue skin probably attached to a blue face.

Still on top of him. Interesting.

He tapped his fingers in a slow, silent rhythm against the small of Vanessa's back as he considered the predicament he found himself in. Wade didn't particularly feel like moving, but even if he ever did want to move... he wouldn't have been able to without waking her up. That would be rude.

Some time during the night Wade had migrated over to Vanessa. Some time later in the night she had shifted and migrated right back. One way or another it had all resulted in her curled up next to and on top of him. A bare leg had hooked itself around one of his. Her head had found a place on his chest and her face had been buried in his skin. An arm laid across his stomach, hand tucked just slightly beneath him, while the other was under one of his arms, that hand tucked around his shoulder, holding on from below.

Vanessa was entirely comfortable but not entirely aware of where she had ended up. But it was warm here and she hadn't been woken up intermittently with his perimeter rounds.

Wade remained where he was, contemplating the light fixure in the middle of the ceiling, and wondering when Vanessa was likely to wake up. Then he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and stifled a groan. It was a little after nine. He wasn't necessarily an early riser, but he was definitely usually awake before nine. Jesus - and they had to check out by ten.

Frowning a little, he used his free hand to tweak Vanessa's nose. "Wakey wakey," he said, voice sleep-rough.

The response was an unhappy whine and a wrinkled nose. Vanessa shifted just enough to bury her nose against his skin so he couldn't tweak it again. A very muffled, "Don't wanna," followed. She had no idea what time it was. Typically Vanessa was up at five in the morning like clockwork, but the day before had been very physically exhausting and taxing. And she was comfortable. So comfortable and she didn't want to move.

"We have less than an hour to get packed and outta here before the cleaning people come and kick us out," Wade said, grinning at her initial reaction. "It's after nine."

Vanessa groaned and shook her head a little, face still buried. "You're lying. I never sleep that late." She yawned, stretching a bit as she did and then relaxed again, not budging from her tangled little spot on top of Wade.

Stretching for the clock on the table, Wade picked it up and held it close enough to Vanessa that, if she shifted a little and opened one eye, she could see it. "No, seriously. I don't lie about important things like getting kicked out of bed by the cleaning staff."

Her intention was to look up at him, but when she unburied her face and opened her eyes it was the red glow of digital numbers that greeted her. Vanessa's eyes flew open. "Oh, shit. How'd it get to be nine?" She started to shift off of Wade and for the first time realized how entwined they were. She looked down as if noticing her leg wrapped around his under the blanket. Her eyes then went to her arm around his waist and the other arm's path along his side until she spotted blue fingers wrapped around his shoulder from behind. Her eyes went wider. "Somehow...this is your fault."

"Nope," Wade said, smiling almost smugly. "This is definitely your fault." He'd explained things to her yesterday - that she looked cold, that he had manners, that she was distracting. And yet, here they were. It wasn't even his fault for migrating - that's what he'd say, anyway. He tapped at the base of her spine with his fingers again, then quirked an eyebrow. "But I'm interested to hear your theories about why it's my fault."

The tapping at the small of her back drew her attention to the spot with pinpoint focus. They were very tangled. And he was was smiling. And he was tapping his fingers against the small of her back. This suddenly seemed much more intimate than it should have. Vanessa chewed on her lower lip while she considered that. Why did it seem so intimate? Was it just because he wasn't a close friend like Adrienne or Wanda? Was it just because he was a man and she'd broken up with her boyfriend a week ago, almost to the day? Vanessa pushed all that out of her head and refocused her gaze on Wade. "You migrated. And you're...really warm. And I can't help it if you drift close enough that I can feel that you're warm and drift to the warm spot like a kitten. So, your fault."

"You are rather cat-like," Wade said, nodding. "I still think its your fault, though. Maybe we'll just have to agree to disagree." He jiggled the clock a little. "We now have fifty minutes to get our stuff together and get checked out."

Vanessa groaned. "It'll only take fifteen anyway." But she began to extricate herself from him nonetheless. It was awfully cold not being plastered to Wade, which wasn't terribly encouraging insofar as extrication was concerned.

"You can nap in the Jeep?" Wade wasn't sure that would help with the motivation, either, but he wasn't terribly worried. They'd get out of the honeymoon suite one way or the other. "And hey, Continental breakfast on the way out - loads of fruit. They had granola yesterday."

"The Jeep lacks proper cushion, heat and comfy quality," she complained, but she finally disengaged herself from him. Vanessa crawled out from under the blankets and went padding off to find pants. Pants, bra, socks, shoes, that's all she actually had to find. Otherwise brushing her teeth and face along with her hair would have her out the door. She had made sure all her clothes - and all her knives - were already squared away in her backpack last night anyhow.

Wade rolled off the opposite side of the bed and went about finding his clothing. Everything else was in his backpack and that was on the floor near the nightstand. "You want to drive partway? Might keep you a little more entertained for five hours..."

"If you want me to, sure. I don't really mind either way." Vanessa was pretty used to being the one driving everywhere. She didn't go other places with other people much. Not that required significant time in a car, anyhow. It was sort of nice to be able to just sit back and watch the landscape roll past. She pulled her pants on and looked over at Wade. "Worried you can't entertain me all on your own?"

"You're a handful," Wade said, dressing quickly and then tossing the sheets and the comforter up the bed before sitting on it so he could pull on his socks and shoes. "I'll tell you what, as awesome as ice climbing was, I will not miss not having to walk around with cleats-on-steroids on, y'know?"

Vanessa grinned. "I sort of like the cleat-on-steroids, actually. I was thinking of making them my winter footwear of choice so I can be assured to never fall on an icy New York sidewalk. Also, it would make threatening to kick someone in the balls carry a certain level of gravity you just don't get otherwise."

Wade winced at the mental image that presented. "Ow - my balls don't even want to put that out there as a hypothetical threat." Standing, he zipped up his backpack and tossed it over his shoulder, then headed for the bathroom so he could brush his teeth.

"See? Effective." Vanessa grinned and finished tying up her shoes. While Wade was in the bathroom three blades went on her, one from her belt and two at her ankles. Then she zipped up her backpack and threw it on the bed on her way to the bathroom to find her brush. "I might miss the feeling of being stuck atop a frozen waterfall. I could start pining within hours of being in the city."

"Pining?" Wade asked, toothbrush still in his mouth. "Oh, no, not pining." Leaning over, he spit and then rinsed the sink, stashing all his toiletries in a nifty little bag he'd picked up while in Belgium a few years back. "Whatever are we going to do to keep you from pining after the frozen waterfalls?"

Vanessa sighed and tried to tame her hair so she could pull it up into a ponytail. "I'm not sure. I might need to drink away the pain. I hear it's an effective method." It had been counter-effective last week after she'd broken up with Lex and gotten kicked in the balls by him crying. But no one needed to hear about that. "That or Chinese food."

"Mm... I vote for Chinese food. Liquor does nothing for me." Wade didn't miss being able to get drunk off of six shots and a few beers - that was one thing his healing factor had done for him, at least, that he'd forever be grateful for. He would never, ever turn out like his father - a sloppy, mean drunk. "But Chinese food is delicious. Think of the dumplings, the vegetables, the egg rolls, the crispy orange beef."

"I was thinking more the noodles, the sesame chicken, the fried prawns..." And now she really wanted Chinese tonight. Hopefully she didn't get any cases left for her for the weekend that would make her unable to achieve that. She grabbed her toothbrush once her hair was tied up. "Wait. Liquor does nothing for you. Are you inviting yourself to my Chinese binge tonight?"

"Maybe," Wade said, looking a little shifty. He probably needed to go see Osmosis Joe about his labwork and stuff, though. "Or maybe I'm just planning a Chinese binge of my very own. All by my lonesome."

"Your lonesome already sounds very lonely, darling husband." She fell silent while she brushed her teeth, then got her toothbrush into its little holder and went to throw that, her brush and her toothpaste in the small pocket of her backpack. "Shouldn't you be wooing hearts with egg rolls instead or something?" He might have been scared of women or whatever, but he was still a flirt. Flirts tried to woo.

"My egg roll is pretty awesome," Wade said, nodding. Picking up his backpack and the toiletries bag, he grabbed the room key off the nightstand and quirked a brow. "We ready to hit the road?"

"Aye, love." Her backpack got slung over her shoulder and her room key was already in her pocket, ready to be handed over. "So that's a yes with the wooing. Just keep in mind, there is nothing sexy about mu shu."