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

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

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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Slade watched him move, soaking up the lines of his lover's body now, then followed him off the bed to wrap arms around his waist, pressing close as he kissed him again. "Mm... shower won't fit three, true enough."

He nuzzled at Wintergreen's throat for a long moment, then let go to follow his wife. "The pants don't look too much a wreck, and it'd hardly be the first time you borrowed a shirt."

I cannot hear them from the bathroom, though with the water not running yet I can hear enough to ascertain that they are speaking. First time I have wished for the senses I had in my madness, hearing that could have caught more than simply the bass tones of their voices.

I turn the water on deliberately, masking even that, waiting for it to warm.

Slade let Wintergreen go, and went to join his wife in the bathroom, stopping to just look at her. Traces of bruising on her hips, across her back...

He went to her, hands very careful on the edges of the bruising as he kissed her shoulder. "I... should have been more careful."

Tilt of my head, baring my shoulder, the side of my throat, to Slade's mouth and hands. "No. You should have been exactly as careful as you were."

It is entirely possible that I shall never cease resenting that I can no longer leave the marks I am accustomed to. His own shoulders, reflected in the mirror, are already healed. It would take better eyes than mine to catch anything that might remain. Unfair.

Slade kissed the line of her shoulder lightly, hands skimming over her hips just as light. Soft, fine skin under his fingertips over strong muscle, scent of them coated over her, enough to take his breath away all over again. Low, soft laugh at her disagreement. "All right."

He also should have remembered her pleasure at the marks they would leave on each other, apparently. He slowly let go of her for the moment, long enough for both of them to step into the shower--and frowned at the tenseness of her movement, the tiny flare of pain in her scent, but just tipped his face up into the water, sighing in pleasure.

It is intensely aggravating to have such a light motion hurt, even so little. Quick little flare of pain as I slip into the shower with him that I ignore, preferring to focus on the looseness of Slade's body and the pleasure in his exhale, steam of the water rising as it hits his face.

My hair is going to be hopeless, and the sheer ridiculousness of the thought makes me muffle a laugh into my hand.

Slade's gaze snapped down to her at the first sound, looking at her, seeing the way she ducked her head away, the lift of her hand...

...his wife, laughing, there with him, nothing but pleasure and some inner amusement in her voice--

He had her in his hands, up in his arms to kiss her, before he'd realized more than the sound. God, he hadn't heard that in decades, and all he could do was kiss her again.

*Speed*, universe blurring in my ears for a fraction of a second before Slade's mouth is on mine, his hands lifting me, held in midair and the last of my laughter bubbling into his mouth.

I have seen him move so quickly before, very nearly dodging a bullet. He has never used his speed on me save when he thought it necessary.

Not something I want to think about now, with the water soaking my hair, slipping between us to slick skin and Slade's hands so big on me. One more easy thing to kiss him back, one hand fisted in his hair to keep him here, wrapping my legs around his waist to get a little leverage.

Her laugh against his lips, in his mouth in the kiss...

Addie moved in his arms, slid a hand into his hair to hold him still--he half-wished it was still long enough to give her the better grip; wrapped around him, her legs sure and strong as they'd ever been.

He pulled out of the kiss with a toss of his head and looked down at green eyes, "I love you, Adeline."

Oh, that hurts to hear, full name and all, a little slice in the heart of the many times he has said the same thing and I did not say it back. Couldn't, then.

"I love you." It is a promise as much as a statement, and as potentially lethal as any of my promises have been.

Joy, brilliant and blazing and relief, //She said it,// ran down his spine and through his chest, sharp enough to almost be pain.

Not that she hadn't said it a hundred times this morning, the last night, with the fierceness of her protectiveness and every action after, but to hear her say it, mean it, without the fury and hurt loaded under the words, and her hatred just behind it...

He kissed her again, holding her close in against his body.

Easy, almost too easy, to simply kiss him back again, run my tongue over his and press closer, scars against scars.

The words wouldn't matter so much were it not for all the times I have not said them, and still I wish that I could have that wasted time returned to me.

Managing to stop kissing her, stop tasting her mouth took far more of his control than it really should have, but feeling her shift against his body, press close...

He pulled out of the kiss slowly, and tipped his head at her a little. "What made you laugh?"

I smile at him, affection welling up, testing the faint soreness of my mouth. "My hair. I was thinking how hopelessly it would frizzle, with all this steam. Ridiculous word, frizzle."

Slade laughed with her, then, shaking his head, feeling the smile stretch his lips like something alien after the last three weeks, but natural as breathing to smile at her when she looked like that, pleased and amused and wry.

"Yes, it is... and you're going to look beautiful no matter what your hair does."

"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.

"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."

I know what he has not said. We will talk about that, sooner or later, about the woman I was and the pain I had caused, both deliberately and not.

It will not be now. "Thank you." One hand on his cheek, tracing the bones of his face idly. "So are you." He always has been.

Slade shrugged a shoulder, still holding her, and looked at the lines of her body as she ran her hand over his face. HE turned his jaw into her touch, and smiled slightly. She always had said so.

"Just the truth." He kissed her again, light, and finally considered putting her back on her feet.

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.

"Mm." It's ludicrous to be so pleased at his words, but there it is. Impossible not to continue smiling at him, to tuck my head into the curve of his shoulder and press another kiss to his skin, soft and lazy.

Addie tucked in against his shoulder and kissed his skin with that lazy affection and any thought of letting her move away at all left his mind.

She was still smiling, and he just nuzzled into her hair, quietly content noise in the back of his throat.

He spared a moment to idly be thankful for the water heater he'd had installed in the master bath ages ago, else his supply of hot water might be taxed by the demands on it.

Eventually, an actual shower, as opposed to simply letting the water run over what skin it can reach, will be required.

But it has been a truly hellish three weeks, and stealing this long to luxuriate in Slade's joy, in my own post-coital relaxation, will do more good than harm.

He was going to have to put her down and go back to work eventually... but not yet.

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The two of them finally surfaced, Addie's hair slick with water and dripping on her shoulders, Slade's rubbed mostly dry and forced back to decent behavior, only to find the rest of the penthouse empty, but with more than enough indications that Wintergreen would be back later.

Their outine of the last weeks for breakfast went on as usual, and then it was settling to work... but with much more contact on both their parts.

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