RP post, kind of, VERY locked to tm-wintergreen and lady-kane

[sylph_fics]

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..//

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[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen's hand a surprise that makes me shake, flare of heat and pleasure making me snarl against Slade's skin and arch into both of them.

Too hard to hear them speaking over the pounding rush of my own blood and ragged breath, in the moan I am not able to restrain when Wintergreen moves his fingers, but Slade whimpering, his voice breaking on a reply I do not catch... noise that has me biting him again just to see if he will make that sound one more time.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen's thumb moved harder, more insistent on Addie's clit, watching her, seeing how close she was to her edge, before he growled at his lover again.

"Yes, my boy. Give us your pleasure," he urged, feeling the tight coil of his own need.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade shook in their hold, head tipping back again as Wintergreen's order slammed through his veins and took his body with it, old obedience as strong as if he'd never stopped being Wintergreen's lover, and his arms held Addie hard as he bucked up into her, careful with his strength only out of long habit.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Edge of pain in Slade's thrust that I barely notice, far too caught in Wintergreen's ruthless hand and Slade in me, Slade shaking and breaking between the two of us. Choked-off cry and I cannot stop shuddering myself, pressing into Wintergreen's thumb, razored pleasure close to shattering me.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"There, my boy...god but I have missed the feel of you against me like this," Wintergreen rumbled. "So beautiful," he whispered, hips flexing hard, rocking, until there was no choice, and he let go that iron control to come.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade was still lost between them, feeling Addie shaking against and around him, the hot spill of Wintergreen's release against him so intimately, scent/feel/sound of them both too much to stand and he held his wife down against his body tight, shudders running through him over and over.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Focus through the knife-edged heat in my blood, coiling tight and needy in me, enough to lift my head, catching the quiet satiation on Slade's face, on Wintergreen's.

Ragged, uneven sound of my own breathing in my ears making it impossible to hear anything else, tremors in my hands where I have not let go of Slade, but I can (barely) think enough to note their expressions, and to be grateful for anything bringing Slade so much peace.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen had paused, only briefly, in his own release, from caressing that hard nub of flesh with his thumb. He continued, eyes fixing on Addie's face to see her as she enjoyed the aftershocks of Slade's body against hers.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade shuddered again, aware enough to feel Wintergreen's hand still moving, Addie shaking in still leashed control--//oh, unfair//--and he stretched up enough to kiss her hungry and deep.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Sharp jolt of heat when Wintergreen's hand moves again, a whimper falling out of my open mouth before Slade kisses me, and I have to bite his lip just to hold back the cry. Blinding, white shock juddering down my spine, and there is nothing I can feel but them and this.

Shaking down from it with an edge of Slade's blood in my mouth, melted boneless in his hold.