TITLE: On Forgetting NIghtmares
FANDOM: Teen Titans
PAIRING: Slade/Terra
PROMPT: Prompt #48. Nightmare
RATING: PG-13-ish. Maybe a little in between PG-13 and M
WORD COUNT: 434
SUMMARY: Terra has a nightmare, and Slade relieves her of her fears
NOTES: Set in that mystery time between Betrayal and Aftershocks 1 and 2, a little bit racier than the last chappie.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything related to anything I mention here!


"I had a nightmare last night."

"Oh? What was it about?"

"Mm…I'm not sure. It was all very hazy." Terra runs a hand through his hair, and thinks on how long it seems to be getting, almost two inches. She looks up at him quickly, remembering how he hates when she touches his hair, but he isn't looking at her. "I think we died," she adds quietly, and now he's looking at her.

"It was that bad?" Terra nods. "How did we die?"

"I think it was my fault." She wanted to say it loud, in a casual and careless way, but she ends up whispering and she sounds weak and pathetic for admitting her fear. "I think I – I lost control-"

"Don't worry," he interrupts, and now he's running a hand through her hair, "You are improving, and you aren't putting either of us in danger."

She pushes her head against his head, and then closes her eyes, enjoying the way his fingers tug at her hair. "Well, that's a relief, I guess."

"You don't trust me?"

"Of course I do…I just don't trust myself I guess."

He watches her move with and against his hand, and he shifts himself so that he's sitting beside her, pulling his fingers away from her head. When her eyes open in surprise and disappointment, he says "Trust me, you are in control." She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, and nods.

Slade knows he makes her uneasy, and sometimes (like now) she doesn't know what to say to him. So he puts his hand back against her head, letting her relax against him. When her eyes open again, lazily, he pulls her head up to him and kisses her, and he feels all her tension melt away. Her arms snake up his back, almost reflexively, and as they keep kissing, her fingers clutch his back.

They break away from each other, and Terra catches her breath as Slade whispers "About that nightmare…"

"Yeah?" she breathes, and feels his hand slide from her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach…

"Just forget it." His hand slides between her thighs-

"Yes…" she moans, reaching for him again, "I will, I-" and she cuts herself off with a gasp that turns into a low groan.

"I know you will." And he smiles to himself, watching her move under him, because of him, delighting in the little ways he knows to make her forget things. She moans his name again, arching her back, and eventually he's forgotten about her nightmare too.