The sound Slade makes is a plea more than it is anything else, his hands stilling on my side.
Flick of my eyes to Wintergreen's head, the curve of his body as he leans over Slade, and it sets something in me burning to admit that I can see the beauty there in how they fit together.
The moan Wintergreen draws from Slade's mouth vibrates against my throat, buzzing through my skin. Lifting my head, my neck, away from him feels far too like tearing something out, his eye flaring desperation at me before I come back down. His mouth opens under mine with as much eagerness as I knew it would.
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Date: 2008-06-26 07:28 pm (UTC)Flick of my eyes to Wintergreen's head, the curve of his body as he leans over Slade, and it sets something in me burning to admit that I can see the beauty there in how they fit together.
The moan Wintergreen draws from Slade's mouth vibrates against my throat, buzzing through my skin. Lifting my head, my neck, away from him feels far too like tearing something out, his eye flaring desperation at me before I come back down. His mouth opens under mine with as much eagerness as I knew it would.