Athens, Greece; August 13, 2004

[dovelike]

It's sometime mid-morning when Eirene regains consciousness, staring blearily up at the ceiling and idly wondering what the heavy thing on top of her is for the three or four seconds until her brain starts clearing away the cobwebs and reveals that the object is, in fact, boyfriend-shaped. Which leads to lots and lots of blushing, and a soft, happy sigh at what they did the night before.

Hopefully not loud enough to wake him, seeing as how Clark appears to be still asleep.

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[eirenikos]

Eirene blinks, sitting up to absently straddle his thighs and reaches up to rub at her eyes shortly thereafter...


and then grins.

"I told you that mouth needs to be registered."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark blinks at her innocently. "What do you mean?"

[eirenikos]

"You are a sneaky, devious man, you know that?" It doesn't seem like she's upset, if the giggles are any indication.

"Right. Time to get up."

[hero_farmboy]

"I have my moments," he grins, his hands sliding up her thighs.

And then he rolls he rover onto her back. "Nope. Not time."

[eirenikos]

"Yes, you certain--"

Eirene blinks, again, and stares up at him, belatedly realizing he's already settled between her thighs, and that they're still naked and...

"... Oh."

Beat.

"That was another moment, wasn't it."

Squirm, squirm.

[hero_farmboy]

"I seem to be on a roll," he quips, leaning his head down to kiss her throat again.

"You still want to get out of bed?"

[eirenikos]

"N-no," she breathes, tilting her chin to give him better access. Her eyes slide shut a moment later.

"... don't stop."

[hero_farmboy]

"Not until you say when," he whispers against her skin before returning his attentions to her neck. A hand works down to her chest, palming abreast gently.

[eirenikos]

"Sounds like a challen--" There's an abrupt halting of speech and her chest arches up into his hand, accompanied by a gasp. Squirming is also probable, seeing as how he's cheating.

It's embarassing to be felled by a throat.

[hero_farmboy]

No worse than by an ear. And he's not cheating; he's being resourceful. Eirene will figure that out when his hand, after lingering for a few moments, travels further down her body to the centre of her heat.

[eirenikos]

And Eirene will lose track of everything that isn't Clark about seven seconds after his fingers do find her core, her own hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. Not too long after, her breathing shallows out, more than likely telling the boyscout just how quickly he can get to her.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark has a pretty good idea by now, although it did take him some time. His mouth makes its way back up to hers while his fingers continue to stroke her.

[eirenikos]

Her breathes come more quickly now, as if she keeps running out of air (which isn't too far off the mark), hips shifting restlessly against his.

"Clark... gods, Clark..."

[hero_farmboy]

"I love you," he murmurs and then removes his hand, sliding it underneath her to tilt her hips upwards toward his own.

[eirenikos]

"I love you back," she whispers into his mouth, sliding a hand down his side to eventually splay against the part of his back she can reach. Her hips, naturally, are eager to accomodate whatever position he wants them in.

[hero_farmboy]

Nothing earth shattering - or bed shattering for that matter - at least not yet. But when they both appear to be where Clark wants them, he enters her easily, burying his face against her shoulder.

[eirenikos]

There's a soft noise, akin to a sigh, when he does, and a sense, at least for Eirene, of coming home. Her hand glides up his back, eventually tangling in dark hair, and she rocks her hips up after a few moments - she really can't stay still anymore.

[hero_farmboy]

That's fine with Clark. He remembers she likes to move.

"I think I like waking up like this," he whispers against her ear.

[eirenikos]

Move she will, setting a slow, easy pace in tandem with the lazy feel of the morning, and eventually wraps both legs around his waist -- at least, as far as the petite limbs can.

"Clark special," she murmurs, hand sliding down to caress an ear.

[hero_farmboy]

His head leans into her touch, a low groan forming in the back of his throat. It seems Eirene has found another of his weaknesses.

[eirenikos]

Seeing as how he is her biggest weakness, perhaps that's only fair. Not that Eirene is concentrating on anything but the way he moves over her, and the feel of his breathe against her neck, matching each thrust as it comes.

[hero_farmboy]

The pace is slower this time, but just as intense. Because Clark did promise to try and not break anymore furniture. His back arches as his hips press down against hers, though his mouth keeps place at the base of her throat, tongue circling lightly in the hollow.

[eirenikos]

He's rewarded with noises. Lots of them; ranging from girlish little gasps, to a couple of throaty moans just after his tongue delves across the base of her throat, and, coincidently, precedes a rather un-gentle buck of hips up against Clark's.

Her eyes go hazy right about the time small, even teeth sink into his shoulder.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark likes those noises, and may, in fact, have been attempting to see if they would appear. And since they have, he makes a mental note of how to get her to do it again. Later.

He also doesn't mind the less-than-gentle change of pace, because he can give just as good as she can get, which she's likely aware of. Her teeth in his shoulder will pull an interesting noise out of his mouth as well, reverberating against the skin of her neck before he finally lifts his head to cover her lips with his.

[eirenikos]

Those reverberations send a physical shiver down her spine, quite likely the cause of Eirene's chest arching up against his, along with a raw smattering of Greek before she gets herself under enough control to speak in English.

"Gods above and below, Clark..."

Which is likely one of the last coherent things she'll be able to say, his mouth already plundering her nonewithstanding. And there's already a sheen of sweat beading across her flesh, due to her failing attempts to hold back her own strength.

Poor bed.