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 have you, Slade." Low reassurance, hand moving slow and firm in ways that showed just how well Wintergreen remembered him.

His mouth on my skin is -- cliche, to think that it burns, that the press of his tongue to my shoulder and the scrape of his beard is enough to set me aflame, but cliches have their truth.

His hand on my hip is nearly as warm as his mouth, calluses stroking heat into blood and muscle. The thought is inane.

Recognizing that does not stop me twisting into the touch, mostly accidentally scraping a nail down Slade's stomach.

Addie moving into his touch, nail digging in as her hand stroked down his chest, tasting like sweat and the musk of need and the salt of her skin...

Wintergreen's voice low in his ear, possessive as the hand that made him shudder and move again at every shift of callused fingers and palm over his length--//god, he knew just where... Yes.//

Slade dipped his head far enough to licke at the upper curves of Addie's breast, coaxing her to rise up a little more--at the very least trying to.

"She is beautiful, Slade," Wintergreen said softly. "Makes you want and need so much from her, doesn't she?" He rocked slowly against his lover, enjoying the friction of sweat-slick skin against his hardness.

Slade gasped, not soft, as Wintergreen spoke again, and nodded against Addie's skin, lifting his mouth away just enough to answer, "Yes... always..."

He licked down along the outer cruve of her breast, then, long and slow, hand still caressing along the back of her hip. His beautiful, dangerous sharp-edged wife, there under his hand and mouth again...

Quick flicker of shock flashing through me, lifting my head with a jerk to look at Wintergreen. I do not understand.

I do not, hearing Slade's gasp and the hunger in his agreement, perhaps entirely need to understand.

Slade's mouth on me is enough to make me shudder, a low moan catching in my throat, arching up to press further into the scrape of his beard and the wet flick of his tongue.

The quick, sharp motion from Addie made him look up, but she was looking at Wintergreen, confusion on her face, but god, the feel of her arching under his mouth, against his chest... Sweat-sheened skin slick and hot against his, rich, heady scent of her in his nose, her taste on his tongue, in the back of his throat, the sound of her heart, her breath--god, he'd missed her so long.

And Wintergreen's solid strength behind him, sure, callused hand wrapped around him... so perfect, this.

Wintergreen noted the confusion, and half-smiled. So Adeline didn't know what to take of talking in bed.

She was in for lessons, as he continued to move with his lover, kisses and bites both finding Slade's neck and shoulders.

There is something I am *missing*, something in the curve of Wintergreen's almost-smile that tells me I have ascribed something wrongly. Or he has.

That is not nearly as important right now as the fact that Wintergreen's teeth on him make Slade shiver under me, his ragged breathing cool after the heat of his mouth.

Blink, and look away from Wintergreen to Slade's upturned face, caught by the look in his eyes, his reddened, slick mouth. It is ridiculous to want to tell him yet again that I love him, that he is the most beautiful lover I have had.

It takes a trifle too long for me to realize my grip has tightened on Slade's shoulders, on the unfamiliar scar I continue to find myself tracing with one nail.

Addie's strong grip on his shoulders, a nail tracing the line of one of the scars, her face... gentle. Not a look he'd ever thought he'd see again, and he didn't try to keep from smiling up at her before he wrapped his lips around her tight nipple and sucked, adding just the edge of teeth in the way she'd always liked...

Wintergreen rumbled softly in Slade's ear, noting the tightening of Addie's hands on his lover. "I think she's rather eager for more from you, my boy..." He slowly drew his hand away from Slade's length, settling it on Slade's hip instead.

The smile on Slade's face is worth coming back from a far more distant place than death. His teeth on me make me hiss, shudder, my grip tightening again. It will leave bruises. They will fade too quickly.

Flick of a smile over my face when I lift my eyes to Wintergreen's. "You are not inaccurate." My voice is not quite steady, breath beginning to come unevenly.

Slade and Wintergreen are more stunning together than I could have thought, or wanted to think, and it makes something burn in me to look at them.

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

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