RP post, kind of, VERY locked to tm-wintergreen and lady-kane

[sylph_fics]

Continuing the current RP-plot



Deep in the depths of sleep, a nightmare building in his mind, Slade half-noticed movement that did not fit the dreams, sounds that were not the ones of batt--

Instead, there was solid, strong warmth against his back, against his chest... His senses all said he was safe, and the nightmare that had been trying to build was chased away by gentle, known, familiar hands, and light voices that reassured him. He half-woke, looked, and settled into sleep again, without ever fully coming to grips with his surroundings change.

It would be several hours more before he would start to wake again, and that not due to nightmares, but more because his body simply would not let him sleep longer.

Not that his conscious mind was engaged yet. No, only the senses and instincts spoke, telling him of familiar scents against his chest, his back; familiar sounds of beloved heartbeats and breath; feel of his wife in his arms and his partner behind him.... //Dreaming... I have to be..//

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[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen murmured softly as Slade began to wake, a sleep-filled 'there-there' and stroke down his thigh with one hand as he wrestled himself alert. He was always safe, when Slade was that close, to wake slowly. He'd learned that years ago, and let his more militant paranoia fall away, trusting Slade's reaction times.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Strong, possessive touch down the line of his thigh, low, known voice in his ear, same reassurance as ever... Slade purred, low and soft, and shifted back into the strong body curled behind his--at about the same time the warm presence against his chest moved, drawing him closer to fully waking, though he didn't, much, want to...

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, my boy, I'd say something about teasing old dogs," Wintergreen rumbled in Slade's ear. "Glad you're back with us. Rested well?" The fact that Slade's body press had firmly aroused his attention did not keep Wintergreen from remembering they were still in uncharted waters.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

I am half-asleep myself when Slade stirs. He is not awake yet, I am almost certain, and it is an automatic movement to stretch against him, curling closer to the warmth of his body. Mindless, animal contentment in the scent of him, in the lethargy I permit my limbs to hold.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Long, slow stretch against his chest, combined with the scent more than enough to make him whimper softly, still drowsing, at the feel, and his arm tightened around her instinctively.

He knew he needed to wake up, figure this out, but he was fairly well content to be right here, whatever insane dream this was.

After all, he had to still be dreaming, to have both of those scents and feels right there with him...

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Slade making a noise like that has never failed to drag me out of slumber. Flicker of lazy, possessive amusement (pleasure) coiling through me, and my next movement is deliberate -- the word, if I am being honest, is sinuous -- and slow, twisting against his grip.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

The fact that Addie will touch him is something Wintergreen accepted quickly. It would make this easier, for all of them. He reached across to lightly run his hand over her hip, reassuring, but that hard press back of Slade's body had made clothing all too irritatingly hampering.

"Too dressed for this," he grumbled, and slipped back long enough to remove his pants easily enough, shucking the underwear in the safe swift movement.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Addie reached over him, laid her hand on Wintergreen's body, and the hand on his hip left to return the caress across her skin... Trapped between them, now, truly, and so good.

Then Wintergreen spoke, growling about clothing--//familiar, that, as well. It always was in the way.// Slade could more than agree with, the damned clothing was entirely too constricting, blocked the feel of their skin from him, though he hated the loss of Wintergreen's body against him for even a moment.

He pulled his head back slightly, breaking the kiss slowly to look up at her, hand slipped under the shirt she wore, "Addie?" He cocked his head at her, seeing her assured self-confidence with pleasure, but just a little confusion. Maybe he should have asked more about her past years ago. And then again, probably not. But that she was so obviously content with this was more than good.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen's hand on my hip, agreement and reassurance, before he moves. I do not look at him, caught in Slade's mouth, though I agree: there are too many articles of clothing in this bed.

Slade pulls his head back, another lick to my lip before his hand moves under my shirt, resting over my ribs. Two questions in his voice, I know. My comfort with this, with someone else's presence, doubtless confuses him. I have never told Slade about the more... adventuresome... aspects of my youth.

It is so easy to smile at him, feeling the burn of my skin where his beard scraped, slipping back to the woman I was years ago. Easy, too, to move back enough to slip my shirt off, my bra, and rest two fingers on Slade's mouth. "I believe it is your turn?"

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"I'm here," whispered low and warm at the feel of that questing touch. Wintergreen moved forward, controlling his body as best he could to have skin-to-skin contact with his lover. Old habit to trace a light touch along the neck, where leather once would have been, before looking once more at Addie, knowing how thick the desire is in his eyes now.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

//Oh, yes...// Long press back into the heat of that solid, strong body, feel so much as he remembered it, tip his head down and to the side, baring his throat to that callused, strong touch at the line of his throat, old longing boiling in the wake of Addie's hand there as well...

Addie's face all pleasure and hunger and her smile, brilliant and fierce and in love with him again. That look--his hand slid behind her shoulder, tugging, lightly, trying to bring her closer--needing the feel of her mouth against his badly, the sound of her heart rushing, taste of her breath...

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"That's better, my boy." Thumb stroking the front of Slade's hip moved, caressing once, just lightly, across Slade's erection, reward for the response, even as it bit hard against Wintergreen's control to not do far more, right then.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Addie watching him, surprise and tension in her body but no anger... no anger, tha--

He couldn't even whimper, breath sizing up in a harsh pant as Wintergreen stroked across his length, eye closing, hand still caressing Addie, hand sliding down towards her waist.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

The low masculine rumble of Wintergreen hit their ears, feeling his lover shift. The sensation against his length was already maddening, and it drove Wintergreen to press tight, just moving a little, while his hand came around to caress Slade intimately along his length. That bare neck so close received a light bite, knowing the mark would fade too soon.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Close enough to Slade to feel Wintergreen's hand moving, the backs of his knuckles brushing my stomach.

The way Slade shudders, catching his breath on a moan and canting his hips up into Wintergreen's hand, makes me have to bite my lip to hold back a sound of my own.

He is so beautiful. I had made myself forget how beautiful Slade can be, is.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen's words made him moan against her skin, though the loss of his hand drew a whimper more than a moan, and he pressed into the hand on his hip.

He looked up at the shuddering sound of Addie's voice, and shuddered along with her at the feel of her hands locking on his shoulders hard enough to bruise. He sucked at her again, harder, and his hands, both of them now slid up to her hips again, making an attempt at pulling her closer.

Slow could be for later, in his opinion. They all wanted, so badly... drawing it out could wait.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen considered leashing his desire more and moving away, to make it easier for them, but he had been without Slade since before the marriage with Addie. He remained close, hands moving on skin with firm touches, enjoying the way Slade felt against him.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Easy shift of my body, slipping closer, pressing tightly against his mouth and his hands on my hips, scarred skin sweat-slick and warm against mine. The heat of him is something wonderful, and I cannot, suddenly, comprehend how I survived so many years without his hands on me.

Quiet little whimper caught in Slade's throat that makes me want to bite him, Slade's eye gone wide and dark from Wintergreen's hands on him. There is no reason whatsoever that I shouldn't, tilting my head in and down, pressing my teeth to the scar on his shoulder.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen shifted away from Slade, making a quick scoop of ...his own shirt, where he'd place it the night before, using it to clean the mess so Slade could shift himself and Addie back down.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade had to tighten sex-lax muscles to stay up when Wintergreen moved, and held still long enought let him work before he shifted to lay down. Addie was still over and around him unless she made an effort to move as he lay down, then reached out with his free hand for Wintergreen.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"Slade, you know we need to. And we do have a LONG time ahead of us, for more of the same. So showers now, and play after work is tended."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade sighed, quietly, and twisted enough to kiss his first lover, long and sure and gentle as he could make it. "I know. I know."

//"a LONG time.." God.// His arm tightened again, holding on, then slowly let go.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

"I should have done this ages ago, if it would garner such compliments." Easy words and an easy smile, carelessly casual tilt of my head back into the water pouring down, but the words are true.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

"I--" he broke the words off, making it look as though it was the shift of her body in his hands, against his chest, the arch of her head and neck and upper back that cut the words away, but--

he wished she had.

"You're always beautiful, Addie."

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen had cheerfully absconded with one of Slade's shirts, as his own would be far too tight, scooped up his pants, and left for his own bath. A thorough scrub and he was ready to tackle the day, leaving to go find his godson, so that he could soothe the sensitive boy's sensibilities.