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OOM: The Raid

There is a forest outside Eirene's door, one that stretches up the side of a mountain. The trees aren't anything like Midwestern America - most of them are smaller and bear fruit. Some even bear olives. She finishes moving forward to give Clark enough room to escape the small hut they are exiting from.

"Up there, behind the clouds, is my home." She points at the distance top of the mountain, currently shrouded in low-lying nimbus clouds.

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"Don't apologize for something that isn't your fault." But her smile is wry, because she's come to the conclusion he apologizes for everything under the sun.

It's a familiar trait.

"So what will put a smile on your face, Clark?"

"Well, it was for just in case I made you feel worse." See? He's not apologizing for things that aren't his fault. It's for things he may not have even done yet!

"I think just being with you is reason enough to smile."

Eirene can't help it. She giggles, turning away from the celestial view to regard the young man still standing there, and readjusts her limbs in order to stand on top of the wall - it's easier to look into his eyes that way.

"Come here, flatterer."

The laughter elicits a smile. It seems just her is enough.

Clark does walk over to where she is, though. Never let it be said he can't do what he's told. Occasionally.

"You called?"

"I did." Eirene will not be able to wipe the smile off of her face for some time, so simply lifts her arms to rest them lightly against his shoulders.

"Thank you, Clark. For being brave enough to come here with me."

A'course, he might also get an eskimo kiss, too.

"Thank you for asking me. It means a lot."

Clark's arms slip around her waist and that eskimo kiss, well, becomes just a kiss in short order.

It's unexpected. Sure, Eirene hopes for something along those lines, but she's come to realize that Clark is reserved when it comes to affection, so each kiss is always a delightful surprise.

Clark always manages to sweep her away; with the knees buckling, and the shortness of breathe, and the heat flowing between them.

Eirene can get as wobbly as she likes. Clark is steady enough for the both of them and his hold is tight enough that she isn't going to fall anywhere.

There's a nagging voice in the back of his mind that this isn't the best place to be doing this. It might even be religiously offensive - not that he'd know - but he doesn't much seem to care. The taste of her lips does that to him.

Eirene always gets wobbly when she's being kissed by Clark. It's a fact of life, like the sun rising in the morning or birds flying south for the winter.

Also? He needs to read up on Olympian courtship practices. Most gods, minus Eirene and the virgin goddesses, took lovers to the mountain on occasion ... except for the whole bit about Clark not being a lover, it's rather par for the course.

Not that she's thinking of any of that. No, Eirene is concentrating on making Clark as scatter-brained as she is.

Were Clark better versed in ~~any~~ Olympian courtship practices, there's a good chance none of this would be happening. So Eirene may want to consider ignorance bliss in this case.

After another good few minutes, he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. "Now that's something I won't apologize for."

Ah... that's a fair point. This narration concedes it.

Eirene grins when she can see straight again. And think coherently. "Good. I'd be horribly upset if you did."

"Well, it was pretty presumptuous on my part."

Okay, so it's almost an apology, but he's still technically in the clear.

"You just seem to bring out that side of me. Sometimes."

"I do, huh." That smile probably doesn't mean anything good. This is not the giggling goddess you are looking for.

Especially when she says, "Then you'll probably think this is pretty presumptuous of me"

and brushes her lips against his again.

They've spent enough time together now that this doesn't surprise Clark as much as it once was. His reaction should be fairly predictable by now, too: his hands splay against her back, pressing her closer against him, and he returns the kiss in equal measure.

Hardly predictable. Thrilling? Oh yes. His mouth, his hands, his presence is enough to distract her completely from the world around them; chest to chest, mouth to mouth, this closeness transcends everything else for her. Eirene only hopes it never becomes boring for him.

It'll be her lips easing away for air some minutes later. "We should get back before you're late." Not that she makes any move to step away.

"I don't really need to be anywhere right away, but you're right. We probably should go." If they don't, they run the risk of things ending up like they did last time. Or worse.

OF course, Clark isn't making much effort to release her, either.

"We should."

Just one more, surely that can't hurt. That's her mind-set, and her story, and she'll stick to it. Which totally explains why she tips her head forward one last time, slowly nuzzling her mouth against his.

There will be no complaint from Clark about this. The soft sigh that escapes him should be indication enough of that before he returns the gesture, his hands running lightly up and down her back, eventually coming to rest on her hips.

This kiss seems --no, is-- slightly different. It's not about nudging physical desires, though Eirene certainly wouldn't complain. Like Clark once kissed her, there is an undertone of ... something more. Commitment. Purity. It's also very clear she's holding herself back in an attempt not to swamp his senses completely.

Clark can't tell the exact reason she's holding back, but he can at least tell she is to some degree. Which might be what prompts him to ease away, just a little.

"At the rate we're going, we may never leave," he teases softly.

"Would that be so bad?" She asks, between progressively longer kisses.

There's only one word that managers to be spoken, when Clark's mouth isn't otherwise occupied.

"No."

"Then stay and kiss me senseless, and when you're ready to leave, I'll take you home."

Oh, that came out a little more hopeful then she wanted.

He reaches a hand up to her face, fingers stroking her cheek gently. "See, the problem there is the more I kiss you, the less I want to leave."

"That would be okay, too." Pause for another soft kiss. "I will make sure you get home before they send the search parties out."

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