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.
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Date: 2008-06-26 04:02 am (UTC)