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]

Wintergreen's hand on my hip, agreement and reassurance, before he moves. I do not look at him, caught in Slade's mouth, though I agree: there are too many articles of clothing in this bed.

Slade pulls his head back, another lick to my lip before his hand moves under my shirt, resting over my ribs. Two questions in his voice, I know. My comfort with this, with someone else's presence, doubtless confuses him. I have never told Slade about the more... adventuresome... aspects of my youth.

It is so easy to smile at him, feeling the burn of my skin where his beard scraped, slipping back to the woman I was years ago. Easy, too, to move back enough to slip my shirt off, my bra, and rest two fingers on Slade's mouth. "I believe it is your turn?"

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade's eye widened as Addie slipped back and stripped--//god. So. Beautiful//--captivated by the sight of her as he always was, faint pattern of scars on her skin familiar from years ago... fewer he didn't know than he would have expected, but she was younger, too, and that was nothing to be paying attention to right now, not with her hair falling on her shoulders, her fingers light against his lips.

"Yes, ma'am," utterly content voice as he moved enough to follow that not-request. Not in that tone, not from Addie. One or the other of them had rid him of the shirt before he slept, but the rest of the clothing disappeared quickly, gathered up to be tossed out of the covers and off the bed, and a smile up at her against her fingers.

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

"Damn, m'boy," Wintergreen breathed, seeing him, knowing that he could truly have this again, after so long. Addie might be a beautiful woman in her own right, but for the moment, it was the broad back and shoulders of his American that captivated Wintergreen.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Wonder in Wintergreen's voice, and a quiet joy. Sentiments I can understand. There are scars on Slade I do not know, stories behind them I was not there for.

There is part of me that wants to tie him down, press my teeth into each scar I do not recognize and make him tell me where they came from until he is known again. It would be unwise, at best, to try such a tactic, but I want to.

I tap one finger on Wintergreen's arm, signaling 'look at me,' and tilting my head at Slade when he does. Offer, and question: how much of right now is for Wintergreen, or for me, or for the both of us?

[tm-wintergreen.livejournal.com]

He passed a look back at her, one that invited her to trust him. "Slade, my boy, kneel up for us," he rumbled, intent on kissing and caressing along Slade's neck and shoulders. "I'm quite sure you will be able to help Adeline well enough that way, yes?"

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade shuddered against Wintergreen's mouth, the hands running over his shoulders, and obeyed that firm, gentle order with possibly too much speed, re-settling on the bed as he reached for Addie with one hand, stroking light down the skin from her collarbone to the swell of her breast with his fingertips, feeling Wintergreen's gaze, hers, like fire along his skin, wanting them both so badly...

//Different, this. Usually the woman between us, then...// half-puzzled flicker-thought, //but... not with Addie. Not now, at least//--and the very thought that this could be more than this once made him reach back for Wintergreen, blindly trying to lay his hand on skin.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Slade's movement is fast enough to make me blink, the air blurring around him until he is still again, his hand light and delicate on my skin. A trifle too light, a trifle too delicate, but heat pricks my blood as his fingers stroke from my sternum to my breast. I know Slade can hear the way my breathing goes uneven for a moment, the fact that my heart speeds up, and the look on his face as he reaches back for Wintergreen is something beautiful.

My hand on his face, petting the curve of his jaw, stroking over his throat to his collarbone, and it is one more easy thing to smile at him. I do not know quite what is showing on my face. I do not, at the moment, entirely care.