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]

She can't withstand this kind of treatment, not from Clark. With each swipe of his tongue, the supernova builds inside of her, sending tiny bursts of flame to the far reaches of her limbs and nervous system, until Eirene's all but begging him; with tongue against his, hands sliding up and down his arms, her hip thrusts growing stronger by the second...

... and her solid bed creaks.

[hero_farmboy]

Beds do creak, and it's the first time it's done so, so Clark doesn't worry about it. He's far to focused on the woman beneath him and everything she's doing that is similarly affecting him and his body. Because Clark is starting to feel like he's on fire.

[eirenikos]

Eirene is past the fire; she's already sliding into an inferno. Which is as good as it's bad, seeing that she's beginning to lose a little control this time. Not just her physical frame; that happened last time to great satisfaction on both parts. Rather, she's making love to her boyfriend in human form, and this is causing just enough bliss the second time around that her hold on the shell of 'mere mortal' is slipping.

[hero_farmboy]

The problem is when Clark says 'fire', he means fire and as such, currently has his eyes closed as hard as he can. Breaking a bed is one thing. Burning her house down is simply not an option.

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.

[eirenikos]

It's not a major loss of control --not yet-- simply because she doesn't have the brain capacity to warn him beforehand. Still, Clark might seen a faint nimbus (rainbow-like) around her for the next hour or two.

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.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark isn't sure it's safe to open his eyes, but he can feel something surrounding her, touching him, almost like an aura. He likes it.

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.

[eirenikos]

The attention to detail, or, rather, her throat, will garner even more noises. Louder ones, accompanied by blatant writhing and even more hip-bucking, along with the prerequisite traveling hands.

She's skirting along the edge now, though, the 'rainbow glow' getting stronger with each thrust, and her occasional babble fully in Greek.

[hero_farmboy]

The edge is fast approaching for Clark and he's not entirely sure he can control it as well this time around. Which is kind of silly, but he'll reason with himself later that he's still just getting used to this. He's still adjusting.

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.

[eirenikos]

Eirene would gladly offer to help with the practices, if she were capable of reading his mind, and not thoroughly distracted with said practicing. As it is, she's coherent enough to register the sudden fire in the hearth, and vaguely cottons on to why it's there...

... 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.

[hero_farmboy]

She's not going to fall on her own, as Clark follows close behind, his muscles tightening briefly before that first wave of pleasure courses through him. And when that happens, he can't do anything but go with the wave and move against her in a slightly more erratic tempo, moaning her name like a mantra.

[eirenikos]

She's clinging to him as tightly as she dares, her tempo possibly off even more than his is. Her breath comes in brief gasps, several of them accompanied by his name, hips jerking up and staying there when the real orgasm hits. Eirene's body eventually relaxes underneath him, skin almost as damp as her hair, and it's a good bet the fuzzy smile on her face isn't going anywhere for a while.

[hero_farmboy]

He slumps against her once the fire in his veins runs its course, breathing heavily into her hair for a few minutes,

Eventually, he mumbles, "Bed didn't break."

[eirenikos]

"Mmmmm," she mumbles, having reached the limit of her current verbal capacity, preferring just to tighten her arms around his back and nuzzle the side of his neck instead.

[hero_farmboy]

This is okay with Clark. Very okay, actually, so he may just take this opportunity to cuddle right back. Until he realizes the fire is still going and then he frowns slightly, and blows over just enough air to put it out.

[eirenikos]

She's quiet for a few minutes, grinning like an idiot and nuzzling his shoulder, possibly with a nip or two, until her brain clears enough to talk. Just ignore the rainbow glow that isn't going to fade for some time.

"I could do that once a week for the rest of my life." Happy sigh. "So, uhm, about the heat vision..."

[hero_farmboy]

He traces a finger along her collar bone and across her shoulder, as if trying to figure out how that rainbow glow actually works.

"Uh. That's never actually happened before. Sorry."

[eirenikos]

It's more of an after effect, like when someone swims in a pool with too much chlorine and then stares at a street light afterwards; that rainbow of colors that escape from the glow itself.

"Oh. That's okay. I'm sorry for whatever it was I did that made you... upset."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark settles on his side and furrows his brow at her, finger still lingering on her skin but with less concentration.

"What makes you think I was upset about anything?"

[eirenikos]

"It was ... sustained. I don't know. Pretty powerful, whatever the cause. I guess I just naturally assume people are upset--"

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."

[hero_farmboy]

That furrowed brow isn't going anywhere.

"See what who wants? They can come back later."

[eirenikos]

"Ares. He'll make a complete nuisance of himself until I do." Eirene slowly lets out her breath, more than likely giving herself a mental peptalk, then sits up and slides to the edge of the bed.

"He and I are kinda doing this joint thing for the ceremony tonight."

[hero_farmboy]

"Ares?" Confused Clark is still confused. And possibly getting a little ticked off. "What do you have to do with him?"

[eirenikos]

"Ares. Tall, good looking, marginally sane personality when he's not stomping around." She turns around, absently grabbing a shirt from the floor and tugging it on, then doing the same thing with her robe.

"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.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark follows suit, although it's his boxers he's concerned with finding. What shirt she's grabbed doesn't sink in yet.

"And he has to talk to you about this now?"

[eirenikos]

"Apparently. We've never done what's going to happen tonight, so I can't exactly blame him for ... well, being upset or nervous about it. I'm nervous myself."

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."