sylph_fics | 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..//

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"I'm here," whispered low and warm at the feel of that questing touch. Wintergreen moved forward, controlling his body as best he could to have skin-to-skin contact with his lover. Old habit to trace a light touch along the neck, where leather once would have been, before looking once more at Addie, knowing how thick the desire is in his eyes now.

//Oh, yes...// Long press back into the heat of that solid, strong body, feel so much as he remembered it, tip his head down and to the side, baring his throat to that callused, strong touch at the line of his throat, old longing boiling in the wake of Addie's hand there as well...

Addie's face all pleasure and hunger and her smile, brilliant and fierce and in love with him again. That look--his hand slid behind her shoulder, tugging, lightly, trying to bring her closer--needing the feel of her mouth against his badly, the sound of her heart rushing, taste of her breath...

My fingers brushing Wintergreen's, and for a moment my eyes move from Slade's face to his. Wintergreen tracing a line over Slade's throat, and I can very nearly see what must have been there a long time ago. The collar would have been leather. Black, most likely, and Slade would have been beautiful in it.

I will ask Slade about it later, and he will tell me. For the moment I will simply kiss him again, luxuriating in my mouth on his, my hands on him, a scar on his chest brushing my nipple every time I breathe.

Wintergreen could no more resist the urge to touch than not breathe. One hand cupped around the shoulder, mouth chasing lines over remembered nerves, other hand going low, massaging at the lower back, the tops of the hip...

Addie's body close enough that every time she breathes, her breasts press against his chest, peaked and tight, scent of her warm and musky with desire in his nose when he could catch his breath at all for the way she kissed him, fierce and sure as she ever had...

Wintergreen's hand at his shoulder steadied him a little, but his best friend's mouth at his shoulder, down the lines of nerves that made him shake did not, neither did the strong, firm hand on his back, his hip... One hand clung to Wintergreen's thigh as the other slid back in over Addie's breast, long, firmer caress than earlier.

My teeth sink into his lip for a moment, holding back the way I want to shiver for his hand on me, firmer, more sure, one callused finger stroking the scar on the underside of my breast.

His hand is shaking, very slightly, and I want to make him shake more.

It is difficult to break our kiss, tilting my head enough to look at Wintergreen over Slade's shoulder, trying to tell him that I am mostly glad he is here.

I would not have thought of this. It would not have occurred to me to share Slade. It would break him to lose one of us again, and pain of it or no it is better that Wintergreen and I reached an accord.

A small smile and nod for Addie, before Wintergreen presses tight to Slade's body, feeling the difference in muscle since he last allowed himself to be this way with his younger lover. The hand on his hip goes forward, brushing Addie's skin some but running the thumb along the sharp rise of the hipbone there on Slade.

Addie and Wintergreen talking in looks again, but not ones he could read even if he could see Wintergreen's fa---oh. OH.

Wintergreen's body tight against him draws a buck back, the hand along his hip a low noise that's only not a whimper because he won't let it be, and he tipped his head back over Wintergreen's shoulder, baring his throat to them both as he petted Addie, stroked his hand over her breast, across her ribs, up again...

That noise she recognizes. Whimper trying not to be, and a laugh is bubbling all through her that Slade thinks he can hold back here.

Slade's hand on my ribs, petting muscle and another scar, stroking back up to my breast, and I have to lean forward to bite his throat, my teeth where, I know, he had once had a collar.

"No, now, my boy...nothing but honesty in our bed...no holding back," Wintergreen chided, hint of warning in his voice. The hand at Slade's shoulder squeezes once, then slides low to rest against one firmly muscled cheek.

Whimper then in truth at the bite to his throat, the hand spread low across his skin, warning in Wintergreen's voice... His breath froze for a moment before he could answer. "Yes, sir," low, honest, and sliding down into the accent he rarely let himself use...

Faint tension that I am certain Slade can sense as I absorb what the two of them have said. In truth, that slow drawl is more of a surprise than what Slade has said. Acquiescence, and willing obedience. I am surer now that he had worn a collar for Wintergreen.

He sounds younger than I have ever heard him.

Lift of my head from his throat to catch a glimpse of his face, his eye wide and a flush visible on his cheeks. I had forgotten how beautiful Slade could be.

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

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