It's not exactly being difficult, she simply wants to get as close to him as possible, and silly things like underwear removal don't quite factor in. That is not to say Eirene wouldn't have tried to be helpful, just that her mind is already in the gutter and has no plans to climb out anytime soon.

It's Clark's hand that starts her unraveling, every touch magnified by the emotions and sensations struggling for dominance. Blue eyes unfocus completely, hips buck forward and teeth scrape against his bottom lip.

"Clark...." It's more a groan than a name now.