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's thumb moved harder, more insistent on Addie's clit, watching her, seeing how close she was to her edge, before he growled at his lover again.

"Yes, my boy. Give us your pleasure," he urged, feeling the tight coil of his own need.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade shook in their hold, head tipping back again as Wintergreen's order slammed through his veins and took his body with it, old obedience as strong as if he'd never stopped being Wintergreen's lover, and his arms held Addie hard as he bucked up into her, careful with his strength only out of long habit.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Edge of pain in Slade's thrust that I barely notice, far too caught in Wintergreen's ruthless hand and Slade in me, Slade shaking and breaking between the two of us. Choked-off cry and I cannot stop shuddering myself, pressing into Wintergreen's thumb, razored pleasure close to shattering me.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"There, my boy...god but I have missed the feel of you against me like this," Wintergreen rumbled. "So beautiful," he whispered, hips flexing hard, rocking, until there was no choice, and he let go that iron control to come.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade was still lost between them, feeling Addie shaking against and around him, the hot spill of Wintergreen's release against him so intimately, scent/feel/sound of them both too much to stand and he held his wife down against his body tight, shudders running through him over and over.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Focus through the knife-edged heat in my blood, coiling tight and needy in me, enough to lift my head, catching the quiet satiation on Slade's face, on Wintergreen's.

Ragged, uneven sound of my own breathing in my ears making it impossible to hear anything else, tremors in my hands where I have not let go of Slade, but I can (barely) think enough to note their expressions, and to be grateful for anything bringing Slade so much peace.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen had paused, only briefly, in his own release, from caressing that hard nub of flesh with his thumb. He continued, eyes fixing on Addie's face to see her as she enjoyed the aftershocks of Slade's body against hers.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade shuddered again, aware enough to feel Wintergreen's hand still moving, Addie shaking in still leashed control--//oh, unfair//--and he stretched up enough to kiss her hungry and deep.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Sharp jolt of heat when Wintergreen's hand moves again, a whimper falling out of my open mouth before Slade kisses me, and I have to bite his lip just to hold back the cry. Blinding, white shock juddering down my spine, and there is nothing I can feel but them and this.

Shaking down from it with an edge of Slade's blood in my mouth, melted boneless in his hold.

[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.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

I could doubtless shift, slip off of Slade to lie on the bed instead, but I feel no urge to. Blankly easy contentment to simply be here, sex-stupid and warmly relaxed, moving only enough to have my head resting on Slade's chest to hear his heartbeat.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen drew just the sheet over them, to prevent them cooling off too quickly, settling on his side beside the couple.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade sighed, low and soft and quiet, and ran the fingers of one hand through Addie's sweat-damp hair gently, the other hand petting over Wintergreen's thigh equally gently. Just... touching them both, having them there. Listening to their bodies cool and calm, breathing both of them with his eye closed to feel all of them better.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Lift of my head, tilting into Slade's fingers, to glance at Wintergreen and the distance between his body and ours.

Easy, though unwanted, to move, shift enough under the sheet that there is room beside Slade, silently inviting him to indulge Slade's yen for post-coital contact.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen accepted it graciously, moving to lay his head on Slade's shoulder as so often in the past, upper hand coming across the man's body to rest lightly on Addie's arm.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade hummed, low, tuneless rough noise of pleasure and brushed his jaw light against Wintergreen's hair, lifting shoulder and chest just slightly into the contact, breathing the stronger scent of him as he settled that arm around his lover.

Fingers of his other hand ran through Addie's hair again, before he pressed a kiss to his wife's forehead, lightly.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Part of me thinks it strange, how easy it might be to simply fall asleep here, listening to them breathing. I have known Wintergreen nearly as long as I have known Slade. Impossible to be uncomfortable in his company, even under such unusual circumstances.

Tilt my head enough to kiss Slade's shoulder in response to his own kiss, brushing my mouth over the already-fading marks my hands left on him.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"Lazy as I feel, and much as I want more, I truly should rise. Poor Joseph looked frazzled when he escaped our tempers yesterday, and there is dear Rose to consider." He snorted softly. "Plus, Jessica will be on the verge of sending Michael to find me."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade growled unhappily at Wintergreen's too-awake voice, and clung to his shoulder a little tighter. He wasn't going to win this, after all, Wintergreen was right, but he didn't want to move yet.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

I can sympathize with Slade's unwillingness to let Wintergreen move. I as well should not indulge the wish to stay. Wintergreen's return had been, while pleasant and something I am grateful for, a distraction from plans I had set in motion. Letting them sit without me is not the wisest course of action.

[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]

Shift of my body away from them, enough to let Slade kiss Wintergreen and permit a long, deliberate stretch, checking my reactions. Still that easy, lazy lassitude in my muscles, easily banished; the first faint marks of likely impressive bruising on my hips; and an edge, but still more than there should be, of pain from Slade. Been a long time since I had a man, and perhaps bodies change after a return from death.

They do not change enough to make me not crave a shower. Slip off the bed entirely to pad towards it, ignoring the clothing scattered on the floor.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"She has the right idea. Though, I believe I'll use my own, this time." Move to rise, and then a displeased look at the abandoned clothing. "Damn. Nothing in the place will fit right...ahh well." He stretched, a much more trim and fit man in this younger body.