His fingers curl tightly into a fist and he forces himself to breath, to get control. That's hat he needs, control, safety, the knowledge that everything is all right, that he's not going to be hurt.
Elizabeth is in front of him, untying him, and touching him gently, rubbing away the feeling of the ropes while Peter has pulled Neal against him, holding him lightly so that he can pull away if he wants to.
They sooth away his fears, they stroke his panic away. Their hands travel over him, rubbing and touching and caressing him until he's soothed into a state of relaxation. it's not fixed, his heart is still beating fast when he thinks about it, thinks about the ropes on his skin, the blindfold on him, but he's better.
"We need to talk about th9is," Peter says softly into his ear and before Neal can rebuttal, Elizabeth is giving her husband a look that clearly say "Not now."
He nods, willing to grant this because well, he can still feel Neal tense against him every so often as memories come flooding back.
Instead they spend the rest of the night curled together, Neal pulled against Peter and Elisabeth pressed up against his chest. They touch him gently, hiss him and tell him he's loved. They stroke his hair and entwine their hands with his. They tell him he's all right, he's safe with them and, after a long while, he starts to believe it.
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Fill: Welcome To The Consequences
Date: 2012-04-12 10:54 am (UTC)Elizabeth is in front of him, untying him, and touching him gently, rubbing away the feeling of the ropes while Peter has pulled Neal against him, holding him lightly so that he can pull away if he wants to.
They sooth away his fears, they stroke his panic away. Their hands travel over him, rubbing and touching and caressing him until he's soothed into a state of relaxation. it's not fixed, his heart is still beating fast when he thinks about it, thinks about the ropes on his skin, the blindfold on him, but he's better.
"We need to talk about th9is," Peter says softly into his ear and before Neal can rebuttal, Elizabeth is giving her husband a look that clearly say "Not now."
He nods, willing to grant this because well, he can still feel Neal tense against him every so often as memories come flooding back.
Instead they spend the rest of the night curled together, Neal pulled against Peter and Elisabeth pressed up against his chest. They touch him gently, hiss him and tell him he's loved. They stroke his hair and entwine their hands with his. They tell him he's all right, he's safe with them and, after a long while, he starts to believe it.