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Six months ago, Eirene became engaged to an alien.

Fix months ago, she returned to her own world for almost two months, to make arrangements with Time himself so that she could pass through the Bar into Clark's world without things falling apart in her homeland without her presence.

Three months ago, the goddess returned to Clark's world with an agreement to go home twice a month to keep abreast of things and never leave her realm without a symbol of peace, barring any childbearing in which it would not be safe to travel.

Two month ago, she met with Senator Kent (and her future mother in law) and agreed to take cooking lessons when Martha had time.

An hour ago, Eirene completed her first solo dinner preparations, an early Halloween meal for herself and Clark. Except he's not returned from the office yet. Being late is generally an assumed thing with her fiance, and she's used to it. Really, it would just be nice if he called.

So she doesn't start panicking.

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After a few more minutes, he draws back, just enough to speak. "You taste amazing. Have I ever told you that?"

It takes her several minutes to pull herself together, clinging to him because she knows her legs won't work if he lets go and she'll slide to the floor.

"Not in a little while, no. Clark, it's okay. I don't expect you to come home and ravish me every night. There are people who need you out there, far more than me."

"Maybe," he half shrugs, nuzzling along her neck with his nose. "But I need you, not them."

That just makes her feel like putty in his hands, which is probably what he's aiming for. "I need you too." There might be hands sliding up to fumble with shirt buttons to prove it.

"I know." One of his hands will slip between them and start working on her jeans. "Baby, you can have as much of me as you want."

The endearment should clue her in, because Clark isn't in the habit of calling her 'baby', but the last time she met this side of him was years and years ago. So it doesn't; merely spurring her to getting his shirt undone in between kisses.

"All of you, Clark. 's what I want."

Oh, look. There's an ear that obviously wants to be licked.

Obviously, if the groaned response is any indication. And at this point, his impatience is winning. Eirene's jeans may not survive.

Then they don't survive. It's not like he can hurt her, not unless he really meant to, and once in a while Eirene likes to see how much she affects him. Even in bed, Clark is still always in control, somehow.

"I love you, Clark."

She sinks her teeth against his bottom lip two seconds later.

His shirt doesn't fair much better (which he'll curse himself for later; it's his best one) and then his hands starts trailing up the side of her body, up underneath her tank top.

"I know. I love you, too."

(She'll buy him a new one, or three, of the exact same make and model. Later.)

His hands produce a gasp, and a fair amount of squirm against him, seeing as how she is still pinned to the wall.

Perhaps it's time to change perspective?

Eirene thinks so. If Clark isn't paying attention to anything but her body, he might find himself on the floor half a minute later, with a goddess straddling his hips and dragging her tongue down his chest.

Clark... is fully amenable to this change of circumstances. The arm that was wrapped around her waist will move slightly, his hand reaching down to squeeze her rear, while the other tugs at her shirt.

That rear end will wiggle playfully against his fingers, while Eirene twists around just long enough to help him remove her shirt.

She doesn't think he'll be disappointed at the results; in this case, a bare torso for his viewing pleasure.

Well, mostly viewing pleasure, seeing as how she still has that chest to explore.

Is he ever disappointed with the results, no matter how any times he's seen them now? Granted, he isn't about to disturb her from what she's doing, although he may shift slightly beneath her to get in a more comfortable position.

No, but he always manages to make her feel beautiful and desired in a warm, fuzzy, blatantly erotic way. Which means that his chest will become the recipient of her tongue and teeth making a trek across it, leaning not once inch of skin between his throat and navel unexplored.

This takes a good, long while.

His hands will wander as she explores, along her back, her sides and definitely back down to her rear again. Even long the length of her thighs spread on either side of his hips.

Eirene's ministrations will reap a result in a serious of soft groans and "yes"s, at least until he seems to have had enough of this, and rolls her over onto her back.

The floor would be almost cold were she not who she was. Nor would Clark's weight be bearable, but it is, and the floor doesn't matter. He does.

Eirene, with a dim burst of brain activity, reasons he must have had a very hard day, so if she can ease that with words and her body, she will.

Evidenced by the hips grinding up against his.

It's when his hips grins back against hers that he realizes his pants are completely in the way. And for the next few moments, he does his best to rid himself of them without disturbing his attentions at her neck.

Eirene will help, because what she has in mind does not require pants. Or boxers, which she will also do something about. Possibly while removing her own. Total skin-to-skin contact? Is totally awesome, and allows for lots of wiggling on her end, hopefully proceeded by lots of groaning on his.

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In between those groans, he works his way down to mouth over her breasts, as a hand slides down her torso to rest between her legs.

"Mine," he mumbles against her skin.

"Al-always," Her breath hitches at the invasion of his fingers, prompting her hips to slide up against the hand. Her control, what little she has left, is being eroded just by the feel of his lips against her chest, and his weight. And him.

"Clark, please..."

His lips trail back up to her neck, and then he pulls away slightly (though his hand stays right where it is) and he smiles down at her, eyes intense.

"Please, what? Tell me what you want."

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"Just you." She sounds hoarse. "Just you, and me." Yeah, it's a bitch trying to get anything coherent out with his fingers still working their magic between her thighs, prompting her eyes to close and her body to twist up against his again.

"Now, please...now"

He dips his head down to draw his tongue along her throat, ending just below her ear.

Whispered, "How much? How much do you want me?"

That's a rather gutteral groan ripped from her throat, which, in case Clark cares, is tilted at an angle so he can get it more easily.

"Gods, Cla-clar--" Eirene can't even think straight now. Fingers dig into his shoulders possibly hard enough to leave a faint mark.

"I'll marry you tomorrow. That's how much." This is after a couple minutes of squirming.

Where there was a smile before there is now a smirk, although it's likely Eirene won't really notice.

Finally, he removes his hand and, after sucking his fingers clean, draws one of her legs up and around his waist. "Tell me you need me." Even if she already has. He wants to hear it again.