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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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"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.