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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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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.

She doesn't notice, which is a good thing for Clark. There will be eventual repercussions when she does find out what happened, but until that time, the goddess is just going to keep squirming underneath him.

"I need you. Always. More than my own life."

That's better.

Without word or warning, he thrusts forward and inside her, burying his face against her shoulder.

That's -- different. Eirene stiffens underneath him, having not expected that at all, even as her head falls back, and a great deal of pleasure does swamp across her; it always happens when he claims her as his.

But never like this. Never like just a body to slake his lust on. It hurts - emotionally. Enough to blur her vision with unwanted moisture and voice a low, startled gasp.

Any hesitation or change in attitude on Eirene's part is going to be completely unnoticed by Clark. He's too wrapped in one thing and one thing only: driving himself as hard and deep inside her as he can, marking a trail across her shoulder to her throat with his tongue in unison with his thrusts.

The confusion wars with the pleasure, her body so attuned to his now that she automatically adjusts and bucks up to meet his hips, most of her brain and senses taken over by the sheer wonder of being in his arms. And she knows it will always be like that. But that tiny part of her fights back, denying her the mindless sensations that Clark has always driven her to, and makes her utterly aware of how everything feels. Physically and emotionally.

Allowing the tears free access to the entirely of her face and neck.

And again, Clark seems less than bothered by her reactions, at least not the superficial physical ones, because those are all just like he expected.

So, he doesn't let up and possibly even increases his pace, slamming himself into her and biting the length of her throat down toward her chest.

She can't cope with it; it's utterly unlike Clark not to be concerned with her pleasure, as she is with his own in return. Her body stiffens again, perhaps not noticeable at first, but the tense way she holds herself under him might eventually penetrate whatever is going on in his head.

There is an audible signal as well, in the form of her first sob, and then words. "Clark .. what .. why are you--"

"Because you need me, you want me," he manages to breathe out between thrusts. Then he gently, although still forcibly, lifs her hands above her head and holds them in place at her wirsts.

"I'm just giving you what you want."

Eirene can't breathe. Normally, that's considered a good thing, sharing herself completely with her lover in a mutual contest to see who can get the other over the edge first, but this time it feels like so much weight on her chest. Nor can she dispute the validity of his statements. She does need Clark, does want him, and always will. She loves him more than her own life.

But it still doesn't make this right. And it makes her angry. Angry enough to start glowing brightly.

"Clark"

Clark has seen her glow before, usually due to something positive, so it doesn't really occur to him that she might not be into this. Granted, he's not exactly paying that much attention to her quite that way.

"Almost there, baby. Just hold on."

Eirene is, at heart, a peaceful person. She will do nothing to defend herself against an attack, and will use her own body to shield innocent people. But what she will not do is endure something that she can't even fathom Clark capable of doing.

So she physically vanishes in a burst of gold sparkles and reappears in a crouch near the kitchen table, tears still streaming down her cheeks.