Slade shuddered against Wintergreen's mouth, the hands running over his shoulders, and obeyed that firm, gentle order with possibly too much speed, re-settling on the bed as he reached for Addie with one hand, stroking light down the skin from her collarbone to the swell of her breast with his fingertips, feeling Wintergreen's gaze, hers, like fire along his skin, wanting them both so badly...
//Different, this. Usually the woman between us, then...// half-puzzled flicker-thought, //but... not with Addie. Not now, at least//--and the very thought that this could be more than this once made him reach back for Wintergreen, blindly trying to lay his hand on skin.
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Date: 2008-06-27 01:20 am (UTC)//Different, this. Usually the woman between us, then...// half-puzzled flicker-thought, //but... not with Addie. Not now, at least//--and the very thought that this could be more than this once made him reach back for Wintergreen, blindly trying to lay his hand on skin.