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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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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.

"Exactly." Humouring him or not, it's what he wanted to hear, and he's not in the mood to get all serious.

...well, not quite in that way.

"Such a boyscout." Clark will get a smug expression and be pulled down for a kiss. In that order.

"So you keep telling me," he manages to say before their lips meet. And then he's too busy to continue with words.

Her reply would have been 'shut up and kiss me' but that's already being attended to, so Eirene will just step up onto the tops of his boots and wrap her arms around his waist.

And try not to break the kiss in the process.

His arms wind more securely around her, partially to help keep her balance, but also simply just to keep her as close as possible. And after a few minutes, he'll gently lift her up, so they're face to face.

"I think we should take this upstairs."

Clark is a good person to be close too, and not just physically, even if the warmth radiating off of him is pleasant. He has a real knack for making her feel wanted. Especially now.

"Just pick a spot you won't mind getting tucked into later."

"That should be my room, then." And with a brief whoosh of air, that is, in fact, where they are. And Clark isn't letting her go quite yet.

"Unless you'd prefer somewhere else."

"No. If I preferred elsewhere, I would've suggested it. This is fine." She'll slide her arms around his neck and press a light kiss to the tip of his nose.

"There's a good chance I might doze off up here, though."

"I'll try to suffer through it if you do," he teases, nuzzling his nose along her cheek after it's kissed.

"That would be greatly appreciated." Her fingers might slide all sneaky and ninja-like under his shirt at this point, possibly because he isn't paying attention to them.

There's a soft sigh of something akin to contentment, as his head leans against hers before he angles to line their mouths up for another kiss. His hands grip tightly at her waist, keeping her close against him.

She might levitate into the air a couple of inches so he doesn't have to lean down so far, even though she's aware that it won't make too much difference for him, because its the thought that counts.

Usually.

He still tastes like summer grass and starlight.

Eirene still tastes like... well, Eirene. It's more than rain and roses now. It's just her.

The thing with her levitating is that her hands are under his t-shirt, so it rises with her. Not that Clark minds. At all. But there is a slight intake of breath the higher her fingers venture and his own start digging into the soft fabric of her robe.

Due to Clark's inherently shy nature, Eirene will halt her hands somewhere around the lower part of his ribcage, fingertips idly brushing against the outline of each rib in hopes of getting him to make that noise again.

And, because he rescued her from a boring night of dancing with people who'd just step all over her feet, Clark's lower lip might get nibbled on.

Once or twice.

She is, in fact, successful. A few times, even after Clark gets used to the touch and starts pressing into her hands.

Not long after, one of his hands slides up her side and starts to trace lightly along the collar of the robe.

This is something she could definitely continue doing for the next hour, until Clark gets tired and wants to be curled up against while he's sleeping, so she'll just glide her tongue along the recently bitten lip.

And then she'll try not to shiver visibly when his fingers play peek-a-boo with her skin. And robe.

There's another deep breath at that. His fingers creep up to her should and start to gently pull the fabric down over her skin, his lips beginning to make a trail across her jaw in the same direction.

Swallowing audibly, Eirene tilts her head back an inch or two, allowing easier access to her throat and the shoulder he might possibly kiss in the near future.

Just ignore the jackhammering of her heartbeat, Clark. It's totally his fault, anyway.

Her heart is about all he's listening to, along with the sound of her breathing and any intriguing noises she might make. His mouth continues its way down her throat, stopping briefly to pay particular attention to the hollow, and then works along her now exposed collar bone.

He'll notice her breathing shallow out right around the moment his lips find her collar bone, along with a whimper sounding low in her throat - one of those 'good noises' he told Kendra about.

Of course, with the way her hips press against his, and the hands gripping a little higher up his chest, he should probably assume she really likes what he's doing.