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Athens, Greece; August 13, 2004
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.
Hopefully not loud enough to wake him, seeing as how Clark appears to be still asleep.
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And his concentration is so much on that, and on pleasuring her, that he's just not noticing any major loss of control on her part. She's the responsible one, after all.
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But really, Eirene's pretty much just concentrating on producing the same euphoria in Clark that he's generating inside her; with bucking hips, not-so-quiet noises, and her hands traveling everywhere she can reach.
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And those not-so quiet noises will be returned in equal measure, along with his mouth licking and lightly nipping at her throat as much as he can.
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She's skirting along the edge now, though, the 'rainbow glow' getting stronger with each thrust, and her occasional babble fully in Greek.
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He needs practice.
At the last minute, he remembers there's a fireplace in the bedroom and finally turns his head in that direction, letting a long blast of heat vision hit that particular area. Which actually feels kind of awesome. And then he can concentrate back on Eirene, and nudging her closer to that edge, too.
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... which is highly flattering, and seriously a turn on. It's also okay to let herself go a little more, the nimbus strengthening as her control gets shaky, the supernova tinted everything she sees, feels.
The goddess falls a few minutes later, tensing underneath him as the shuddering begins.
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Eventually, he mumbles, "Bed didn't break."
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"I could do that once a week for the rest of my life." Happy sigh. "So, uhm, about the heat vision..."
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"Uh. That's never actually happened before. Sorry."
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"Oh. That's okay. I'm sorry for whatever it was I did that made you... upset."
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"What makes you think I was upset about anything?"
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Eirene pauses, tensing visibly. About fifteen seconds later, they can both hear a polite knocking against her back door. "Speak of the devil."
"I'd better go see what he wants."
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"See what who wants? They can come back later."
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"He and I are kinda doing this joint thing for the ceremony tonight."
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"War and Peace. We're always going to be linked whether I like it or not. But, uh, he's kind of ... handing power over to me? Sorta."
It's a good bet she hasn't realized whose shirt she just put on. Mostly because Eirene doesn't own a plaid shirt that big.
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"And he has to talk to you about this now?"
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Oh, boy is she. So much that she absently finds his boxers and pants, setting them on her bed before giving him a quick kiss and hurrying out of the bedroom.
Eirene makes it downstairs pretty quickly, flinging open the door to let the faintly scowling god inside, automatically settling him at the table, with water and fruit. Come Tartarus or Ice Age, the laws of xenia are not abandoned here.
When Ares is done eating, he sets a plain white bag in front of her. "Here. Thought it might break the ice. So to speak."
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Then he doesn't know what to do. Should he go downstairs and make sure Eirene's okay, or does he just stay out of whatever it is they have to go over? Eventually, he decides to risk heading to the kitchen, fully armed with the excuse of just wanting some juice and then take Mel out for a walk.
"Morning."
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Ares frowns down at the tiny blonde, as they're standing boot-to-foot at this point, and almost glaring. "It's not manly, Eirene. No self-respecting male would do what--" He pauses, glancing over at Clark, and, in a desperate bid for solidarity, "You wouldn't voluntarily kneel in front of your sister and swear loyalty to her for a minute, much less three weeks, am I correct? It's just not done."
"You'll do it because Dad told you do," Eirene mutters under her breath, then adds, "Morning. Can I get you something to eat?" Being that she's in hostess mode right now.
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Eirene gets a small smile. "No, I just want some juice. I don't want to interrupt whatever you're discussing."
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