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sylph_fics) wrote2008-06-25 10:46 pm
sylph_fics) wrote2008-06-25 10:46 pm
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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..//
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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Long, long time since he'd heard those tones aimed to him and it was enough to make him shift back against his lover's hips, press back against his chest, and kiss his wife again, pleading and pleased and hungry.
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Slade shuddering under me, moving, pressing hungrily against Wintergreen's body as his hands tighten on my back is... I bury the laugh in the back of my mind and give Slade the pleasure instead, the joy of having him again.
If I must share him, if there is someone else in our bed, I could not have asked for a better partner than Wintergreen. I do not lift my head from Slade's mouth, but it is almost too easy to move, to reach my hand out and lay it on Wintergreen's chest, splaying my fingers to feel him under my palm.