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The Athens Gate Hotel is one of the city's shining jewels in the hotel industry. Tonight it has been taken over by several hundred dignitaries in preparation for the opening ceremonies of the 2004 Olympic Games on the morrow. And by 'taken over' the narration means it; both the ground floor reception room and the rooftop garden have been invaded by A-list guests, including movie stars, ambassadors and several deities.

The guest of honor is one Thallo Eirene, whose status wasn't something she was aware of until arriving at the hotel, and someone tried to whisk her away for a photoshoot with some of the other celebrities.

(It was a very reluctant photoshoot on her part.)

Now, she's ensconced in the garden with her date, mentally counting down the time they still have to suffer through before she can make a graceful exit and run away from all the media attention. The dress she's wearing isn't exactly helping with her attempts to be a wallflower.

"Your Holiness." Eirene glances up at the latest intruder, and smiles pleasantly. "Your Holiness. Thank you for coming, sir. I know that your followers are pleased to see you out and about."

That's right. She's talking to the Pope.

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That'll stop her dead in her tracks on the way back from the kitchen door.

"Well, now I have. It was nice."

She grins up at him.

"Good. I'm glad it helped." Clark isn't quite letting go of her hand yet, and possibly tugging her toward the couch. "I haven't had one since I was a kid, but they seem to be a relaxing thing."

"It did. Thanks." She will allow herself to be tugged over to said couch, because it's Clark after all. "You should. Except I think you'd only barely fit in my tub."

"That's part of the problem," he allows, snuggling her against him. Mmm vanilla. "It also takes too long and with three people in one house who need to bathe every days, showers are just easier."

Mmmm, boyfriend cuddles. Clark's neck might be in danger of kissed. Once or thrice. "You can use mine if you want. I'll hang out here until you're done."

"Nope," he replies firmly, settling further back against the cushions, taking her with him. "I think I'll just stay right here for a while."

This doesn't seem to bother her, considering how easily she shifts to fit against him. Or that her fingers lace between his. "It's quiet. Sounds wonderful."

"It is. All you're missing is the odd moo."

Beat.

"That doesn't mean I want a cow to magically appear, just so you know."

That'll earn him a giggle.

"Alright, Clark. What do you want to magically appear?"

He glances down at her. "Right now? I think I'm good just like this."

"Okay. Just let me know when you want to move." Eirene's eyes slide closed a short while later, but she is by no means asleep. Just comfortable beyond belief.

"Okay." Clark doesn't say much else for a while, content to remain where he is, listening vaguely to the television and more to the heartbeat of the goddess leaning against him.

And a while after that, Eirene finally stirs; eyes opening slowly and the beginning of her attempts to actually sit up.

"I should go over the checklists for tomorrow. Do you need me to conjure up some pajamas for you?"

There's a soft sigh before he answers, mostly because she's moving. The moment, for whatever it was, is over.

"No, I brought an overnight bag this time. Can I help with anything? Make you some tea?"

If Eirene wasn't so nervous, she'd be able to sit still. As it is, there is a good chance she'll be up all night worrying, because tomorrow is so important.

"You did? I didn't even notice. I'm so sorry. Actually, tea would be nice. I'm gonna go put some clothing on so I don't accidently flash any of my neighbors."

"I'm being a good boy scout this time. Prepared, and all that."

Clark sighs again as she stands, and then follows suit. "Tea it is. And your neighbours should be so lucky."

Her grin is fleeting, but there. "I'll get you an Olympic badge for the scout collection."

Beat.

"Why do you keep sighing?"

Eirene hasn't moved away.

He shrugs, and then leans down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. "Because that was nice while it lasted, but you have things to do. Next time, I'll steal you so we can just hang out and do nothing."

It's her turn to look sheepish. "I'm just trying to keep busy so the waiting doesn't drive me insane. If you have any ideas, now is definitely the time to speak up."

Or she will be going methodically through checklists and folders for the near future.

"Ideas, huh?" He slips his hands around her waist and pulls her toward him, kissing her forehead this time. "I could maybe think of something, if you really want to be distracted."

The puppy eyes expression should be answer enough. But just in case he doesn't get it, "Yes please. Scrabble, movies, tic-tac-toe, I'll even sew something for you, anything. I don't care."

Melantha bounds through the doggy partition a moment later, wuffing once, circling Eirene and Clark once, and trots over to flop down on her bed with a chew bone.

Tired puppy is tired.

Tired puppy can relax, now that her goddess and alien are in for the night.

Eirene's nose is kissed, and then her lips. "I was thinking along the lines of Scrabble, but you know, possibly just skipping to the end like last time."

This ... can be worked with. Eirene is polite enough to return that kiss before smugging up at him. "Okay, boyscout. We can make out for a while before I tuck you in and everything."

Beat.

"Just proves you can't keep your hands off me."

He grins down at her. "And who's fault is that?"

Eirene can recite this one in her sleep.

"Mine, because I'm irresistable."

Even if she doesn't quite believe it and may only be humoring him.