That is exactly what Wade did, even when Peter didn't necessarily want him to (mostly when he was late for something). It always ended with them collapsing onto the bed, laughing in between kisses. Wade was - Peter was sprung, badly, for the human disaster known as Wade Wilson - but in this universe, it didn't worry him in the slightest. Peter lifted his head up, quirking a brow at Wade. "Really? Higher than the knee high socks dream?"

"You do have a delicious filling," Peter snorted, flopping his head back down on the pillow. Despite being the one to wake Wade, he did like to drag his feet getting out of bed.

"I know the fastest ways to your heart, what can I say?" Peter actually whined a little when Wade got up, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he rolled over into the warm spot Wade left. "Waffles, then the darkroom. Movie night is tonight too, you know. Sure you won't get sick of me all day?"

"Yeah, we should get up," Peter resigned himself to it, stretching and getting up, off the bed in a surprisingly fluid motion.