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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[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.