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]

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.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

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.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

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...

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

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.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

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...

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

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.