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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 kiss is returned very willingly and Clark matches the amount of pressure from her hips with ease, possibly even upping the ante himself.

His tongue is sacrificed for the cause, but he will have his revenge. Likely in the form of a hand trailing down the side of her body, stopping briefly to draw those circles over her hip again before his fingers reach their final destination between them.

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Boyscout is cheating! Eirene's heart flips over, her breath quickening at his touch, even those feathery brushes against her hip is enough to destroy most of what control she has left, producing a growl, and then the rest when his fingers find her core.

The goddess thrusts up with all the strength of a Titan, a faint glow suffusing her skin, and wraps both legs firmly around his waist, possibly trapping his hand between her thighs.

"CLARK--OHTARTARUS--CLARK"

It's not cheating! And certainly, if Eirene disapproves, he could stop doing it. If his hand weren't somewhat trapped, much to her benefit, he might add, were his brain yet functioning enough beyond pushing back against her in equal measure.

"Love you," he murmurs against her lips.

The bed starts creaking again.

If he stops, she'll do something awful to every single one of his plaid shirts, like turning them neon pink. Same with his underwear. She groans, accepting and absorbing his thrusts, and returns each in equal measure, her hands sliding up to cradle his cheeks between them before threading into his hair.

"Love-- love you," Eirene gasps back, both words heavily slurred underneath the influence of what appears to be a supernova building inside her, centered where he, and his fingers, are coaxing more response than she thought possible.

And the creaking gets louder.

His nose nuzzles against hers briefly before he gets distracted by what feels like fire running through his veins, and his mouth drops to nip and suck her throat as the thrusts continue with more intent, his fingers never stopping in their attentions.

It's at about this time that the legs of the bed give out, but beyond a brief hesitation of activities just to make sure they aren't going to end up on the next floor down (or even below that), Clark decides it's something that can be dealt with later.

Eirene barely notices, and only because the brief thump sends her hips crashing right into Clark's again, but before she can even think to pause and investigate, his teeth are eliciting more than a flush from the skin of her throat.

Her mind goes completely blank, above and beyond an awareness than transcends everything mortals can handle, and she tenses momentarily underneath him before her frame begins trembling, subtle waves of bliss radiating outward.

Clark might even get hit with some of it, which is only fair, as he's the one who just brought Spring to orgasm.

'Kal-El'

Edited 2008-08-05 04:23 (UTC)

He does, and it's just that final push he needed to go falling off that edge himself, hips moving erratically against her for a few moments, before he goes almost completely still, his whole body tensing for a split second before he finally spills himself inside her.

And then collapses against her small frame, breathless and even sweating a little bit.

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There's a tiny, barely audible crack from beneath them as the bed frame splits in half, which would send Eirene into a fit of giggles if she were in a sharper frame of mind. As it is, all she can do is lie there underneath her lover --lover!-- and try to remember what lungs are good for.

Oh, yeah. Breathing.

Eventually a hand slides down Clark's neck to cup his cheek, joined by her lips a few moments after that, which is really the extent of her motor skills right then.

Softly, "S'agapó..."

After a few moments to catch his own breath, he settles himself at her side, leaning up on one elbow, the hand of the same arm playing gently with her hair while the other reaches up to trace the outline of her lips. "Khuhtiv zhao."

She just smiles up at him, eyes still hazy (goddesses are slightly slower than Kryptonians at recovering), and then presses kisses to each of his fingertips. There's a sense of euphoria clinging to her senses that hasn't been there for a long time; which can be traced to Clark himself, and his claiming of ...

"You were my first in this body. And my only." At least, that's mostly what it sounds like - her tongue is still not quite recuperated.

"I guess I got lucky, didn't I?" He replies quietly, shifting a little closer to her and away from the crack that split the bed in two. "Looks like I'm going to have to share your bed after all."

"Mmm, no. I got lucky - I have you." Another lopsided smile, before she scoots up right against his chest, wrapping her free arm around his waist, and delivers them in a shower of gold sparks into the middle of her bed.

"Mine," she adds, her tone not entirely teasing.

"Yours," he agrees, stroking her hair and presses a soft kiss to her lops. "And mine."

Another kiss.

"Ours."

"Each others," she agrees quietly, and then directs a blanket to cover them up, "Get some rest before I decide to seduce you."

Which she could always save for morning.

"I thought you already did," he half grins at her, fully teasing, and pulling the blanket securely around both of them.

Then he settles on his back and tugs her against him, her head on his shoulder. "Sleep is good, though." His tone of voice agrees with him and after shifting around a little bit more to get them both as comfortable as possible, Clark drifts easily off.