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]

"Mm." It's ludicrous to be so pleased at his words, but there it is. Impossible not to continue smiling at him, to tuck my head into the curve of his shoulder and press another kiss to his skin, soft and lazy.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Addie tucked in against his shoulder and kissed his skin with that lazy affection and any thought of letting her move away at all left his mind.

She was still smiling, and he just nuzzled into her hair, quietly content noise in the back of his throat.

He spared a moment to idly be thankful for the water heater he'd had installed in the master bath ages ago, else his supply of hot water might be taxed by the demands on it.

[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

Eventually, an actual shower, as opposed to simply letting the water run over what skin it can reach, will be required.

But it has been a truly hellish three weeks, and stealing this long to luxuriate in Slade's joy, in my own post-coital relaxation, will do more good than harm.

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

He was going to have to put her down and go back to work eventually... but not yet.

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The two of them finally surfaced, Addie's hair slick with water and dripping on her shoulders, Slade's rubbed mostly dry and forced back to decent behavior, only to find the rest of the penthouse empty, but with more than enough indications that Wintergreen would be back later.

Their outine of the last weeks for breakfast went on as usual, and then it was settling to work... but with much more contact on both their parts.