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feminaferus:

She knew what to expect from Wade;
the unexpected.
Just when she thought he was about to run,
given by his increased tone of voice,
Logan suddenly closed the distance between them before stopping completely.
She watched him in shock for a few
minutes as her cigars disappeared into his pants,
face skewed into something akin to disgust,
but she refused to lose anymore Cubans and unsheathed
her claws to press the tips against his groin.

                        ❝One more ‘n I’ll start cuttin’ things off.❞

“You know…”
   He started nervously. How
   could he not be nervous?
   There were very sharp claws
   pressed entirely too close to
   his man bits. Parts of him that
   he quit enjoyed having where
   they belonged rather than in pieces
“where I come from this
 could be considered forplay, Woflie.”

      The last one dropped into the back
      of his underwear and they were far
      from being comfortable back there.

“You sure you want ‘em back?
 They’re in my underwear. And I
 had a lot of Mexican today. I can’t
 promise I wiped very well.”

feminaferus:

Tilting her chin she glared at him,
gaze coming in hot through her lashes,
but all that left her was a growl of annoyance as
she engaged him quickly and plucked the
cigar from between his lips.

                    ❝——Yer a dirty fuckin’ thief.❞

   Could you really blame him?
   She did always have the best
   Cubans. And he did get paid
   a pretty penny when he sold
   them. Wade flinched at the
   movement, half expecting to
   get smacked with a face full
   of claws.

“It’s an honest living!”
     ─[ Quick! Hide the
          rest before she
          takes them! ]

      And just like that he was shoving
      the rest down the back of his pants.

feminaferus:

Current moods would have been listed as:

                      Irritated.
                      Impatient.
                      Volatile.
        Essentially it was like any other day.

                                         ❝——Whattaya hidin’?❞
                   Hands behind his back didn’t bring her any idea of comfort.

   Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
      So much for trying to smuggle
      some cigars out of the place.
      Probably didn’t help one was
      hanging from his mouth.

      Wasn’t she suppose to be
      somewhere? Like.. not here?
   He’d have to remember to yell
   at Weasel later for giving him
   false info.

“ Uhh………
 Nothin’? ”