Him
A/N: Just a little bit of Sladin love.
Pairing: Sladin.
Warnings: Uh... idk. I'm new. Mentions of sex? Eh?
I don't know exactly when it was that I started loving him. Maybe it was when I saw him fly. When he flung his body across rooftops willing himself to make it. The strength and agility he had when he was fighting.
Or maybe it was the first time I brought him to one of my headquarters. His moans and mewls for me, the way his back arched up towards me, wanting. And I would never get used to it. The way he clung to me when he had his nightmares and the way I clung to him. I needed him. I would never admit that to prove that smug little minx right, but he knew. He knew he had me wrapped around his finger from day one.
He was different. He accepted me and didn't ask me to change my life. He asked for this. He asked for me. All of me. I sit contemplating if he made the right chose. Sure as hell I did, but I see his eyes filled with doubt and worry. He is still young and, thus for, not completely sure about his decisions. He is still only 17 and has yet to live his life fully. He doesn't know anything but me and the crime fighting.
As I sat across from him in the sparse living room, I watched as he indulged in his favorite book. He had read it so often that the pages had been slightly worn and growing thin. His blue eyes flicked across the pages as he curled farther into the couch. He was beautiful. From the way his tongue peaked out from between his lips when he concentrated or how he looked up at me every so often to make sure I was still there.
"Slade?" his voice rang out snapping me from the trance I was in.
"Hm?"
"are you okay?" his eyes gleamed with genuine worry. "You've been really quiet tonight."
I smiled briefly, nodding. "I'm just fine, little bird."
"'M not little.." he mumbled going back to his book.
I smiled watching the little bird. My little bird.