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...
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Date: 2008-06-26 04:12 am (UTC)