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]

I had forgotten how soft his mouth could be, his tongue on my pulse making me tilt my head back in invitation, scrape of his beard over my throat something I want to arch into.

Slade back in my bed is not something I had thought I would have again, nor something I had thought to want again, save in the moments when I had not been able to sleep for how much I missed him.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen moved up enough on one arm so he could see just how Adeline was handling this situation, a smile toying at his lips. he then dropped those lips down, kissing an ear lightly on Slade.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade purred as Addie arched into his kiss, sucking at her throat a little more, holding her against his body, stroking down the lines of her side... and then Wintergreen's lips and the hair of his mustache brushed against his ear. Light, gentle kiss and brush, but it pulled a low, choked noise from his throat as he tilted his head into the kiss.

He was more than surprised at both of them, at having them both there, both of them willing to... but so long as neither of them said something to stall this, he'd loved and wanted both of them far too much, far too long, to even consider stopping. Another gentle suck at Addie's throat, roll of his shoulders against Wintergreen's chest..

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

The sound Slade makes is a plea more than it is anything else, his hands stilling on my side.

Flick of my eyes to Wintergreen's head, the curve of his body as he leans over Slade, and it sets something in me burning to admit that I can see the beauty there in how they fit together.

The moan Wintergreen draws from Slade's mouth vibrates against my throat, buzzing through my skin. Lifting my head, my neck, away from him feels far too like tearing something out, his eye flaring desperation at me before I come back down. His mouth opens under mine with as much eagerness as I knew it would.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"A pretty sight," Wintergreen murmured, content to stroke along Slade's side and hip for now.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Addie moved, pulled awa--//no!//--came back, pressed against him, kissed him... oh, yes. He opened his lips to her kiss, fierce, demanding as she always was and he just kissed her back, hands sliding to hold her against him, now... Only time she ever felt anything resembling small was when she was just like this, his hands splayed across so much of her back as she kissed him deeper...

Wintergreen's voice, low and pleased, his touch along his side and hip, pressure all along his back--so good. So much he'd never thought he'd have, so very good...

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Pleasure and contentment are blatant in Wintergreen's voice, and it makes me smile against Slade's mouth, shift against his palms on my back to lick his tongue, his palate. I have always loved being here, held and measured by his hands so large on my skin and knowing that he was mine.

Still mine, Wintergreen or not, but it is not fair to him or to our bargain for me to keep Slade so... occupied.

Slade is, after all, his *too*, though the knowledge is a quiet, sharp ache.

Let the man go, Adeline. He will come back to you.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

Wintergreen saw the shifting in Addie's muscles and made a low rumbling noise. "No...I'm quite patient and getting a very nice show for my wait." He brushed another light kiss over teh nape of Slade's neck, mustache rubbing at sensitive skin.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade shuddered at the brush of hair and soft, warm skin at the base of his neck, even more than he did at the voice, at Wintergreen's low, pleased words--

Long, long time since he'd heard those tones aimed to him and it was enough to make him shift back against his lover's hips, press back against his chest, and kiss his wife again, pleading and pleased and hungry.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Easy to remain where I am, easy to obey Wintergreen and simply do what I had wished to do in the first place.

Slade shuddering under me, moving, pressing hungrily against Wintergreen's body as his hands tighten on my back is... I bury the laugh in the back of my mind and give Slade the pleasure instead, the joy of having him again.

If I must share him, if there is someone else in our bed, I could not have asked for a better partner than Wintergreen. I do not lift my head from Slade's mouth, but it is almost too easy to move, to reach my hand out and lay it on Wintergreen's chest, splaying my fingers to feel him under my palm.