[AU] SV Futureverse

[dovelike]

Metropolis Children's Hospital

Days like today are what keep Eirene coming back to this small hospital in the middle of Kansas. Watching a thirteen year old with once-inoperable pancreatic cancer walk down the hallway to her parents, who are standing with the resident cancer specialist and trying to figure out what happened.

Eirene knows and she glances down at her hands with a faint smile.Miracles. One 'twenty year old' volunteer can do more in the weekend mornings she volunteers than the vicious decease still trying to kill a host of other kids on this floor. If she's lucky, she can save another life today, but her energy reserves haven't been replenished by rest in the last few days.

She's settled into a booth at the corner diner not half an hour later, sipping an herbal tea and flipping through the Planet for anything out of the ordinary. For the curious: she looks like any other college student; a Met U sweater, jeans and Birkenstocks.

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[hero_farmboy]

"What?" Clark is momentarily distracted by the dish trick but he peers over her shoulder easily enough to see what she's referring to, already starting to loosen his tie.

It's the two of them sitting on the steps of the Kent farmhouse, hands clasped, Eirene leaning her head on his shoulder. "Oh, yeah. I think so. Mom gave me a boxful. You know how she is with pictures." Clark comes by it honestly, at least.

[eirenikos]

It's handy to date someone with magic who doesn't use it on him, the narration points out, while Eirene tilts her head back to grin up at him. "You should put them in a photo album. That way, none of the memories will get destroyed." Just ignore that blush.

Beat.

"Ok, you go get out of the monkey suit and I'll rifle through my bag."

:D

[hero_farmboy]

"I'll put it on my list of Things to Do," he says, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "Be right back." And with that, he heads to the short hallway just beyond the kitchen, to where the bedroom presumably is.

[eirenikos]

"Take your time, dear heart." Eirene stands where she is for a few moments after he leaves, absolutely not imagining the cupboards with brighter paint, and then wanders back into the living room where she flops down on the floor and removes her sandals.

When Clark eventually does emerge from the inner sanctum of his lair, he'll find her sorting through a pile of paint swatches, and occasionally holding up one of the colors and comparing it with the couch.

[hero_farmboy]

It takes him a few minutes, if only because he's careful to put his suit away, but when he does return he's in jeans and a simple white t-shirt.

"I knew you were up to something," he accuses teasingly, dropping down beside her.

[eirenikos]

"Hey, you're the one who dated an artist." Eirene tosses a smug look in his direction, before shuffling through the cards until she finds a deep, oceanic blue one and holds it up.

"I don't know what the policies are on painting apartments here, but if it's okay, I was thinking we could paint one wall in each room a different color. Whatcha think of this one?"

[hero_farmboy]

"They don't mind." He only knows this because Chloe asked.

Clark frowns a little and leans in to try and see it from her point of view. "It's too... green. Can't I just paint everything beige?"

[eirenikos]

"Good." Yep, that's definitely a dangerous sparkle in her eyes, that spells woe for his poor walls while she's in town.

"Huh. Too green, okay." She tucks it back into the pile and shuffles through them again until producing a sky blue one.

"This?"

[hero_farmboy]

"That's better," he replies, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Still not beige, though."

[eirenikos]

"You really want beige?" She slides the rectangle card in with the others again and rifles one last time before coming up with three different shades that could presumably be called 'beige'.

Light, medium and dark.

"Ok, boss. Pick what you want."

[hero_farmboy]

Oh sure. Call him on it.

"The light one." Which is near about what the walls currently look like, although they're likely a yellowed white as opposed to actual beige. "What I'm really going for is not feeling like I'm walking into a rainbow every time I come home."

[eirenikos]

Duh. Artists do things like make client pick colors for their walls. "Don't be knocking rainbows now. I'm related to one." Or, at least, the goddess of them.

She does set aside his preferred shade, though, before scooping the rest up and leaning across him to shove them back into the bag.

"Relatively painless, right?"

[hero_farmboy]

Client, huh? "I have nothing against rainbows, I just don't want to live in one."

He stretches his legs out, toeing some papers out of the way with a sock clad foot and leans back on his elbows, glancing up and around the room. "I could do with a picture of the Northern Lights or something. I sort of got used to them."

[eirenikos]

Yeah, client. Except she's not going to charge him for the work, because she doesn't do that. Ever. Eirene is probably the worse businesswoman in history.

"Aurora Borealis. Those are really pretty."

After making sure everything is secured away in her supplies, she reaches over and gently tucks that elusive lock of hair away from his forehead -- where it stays for exactly four point eight seconds before flopping down again.

"Oh well. I suppose it's cute."

[hero_farmboy]

"You should have seen me when I first got back. I t was pretty shaggy. I've cleaned it up since then." He studies her face, a faint smile on his. "Although it never did really cooperate for you, did it?"

[eirenikos]

Oh, damn. Eirene closes her eyes briefly, trying to muffle a whimper. It may take a second or two to recover her bearings and trying to ignore the blush and the quickened heartbeat.

"No, it never did. Your hair does not like me."

[hero_farmboy]

"My hair doesn't like anyone, if it helps." The eyeing is becoming more wary now. "You okay?"

[eirenikos]

Deep breathe. Hold it. And exhale. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you." Perfectly fine. Aside from the fact that her boyfriend has been undergoing training for five years and now he's back and she'd really, really like to kiss him properly right now. But Eirene doesn't dare.

One kiss might not be enough.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark, in fact, knows exactly how she feels. It's been just as long for him without her, not that they actually got that far because he was leaving. But being this close to her and not in public is... more difficult than he thought.

He'd also had a totally different plan for their first meeting, but he's learned things rarely happen as you plan them.

"Good. I wan you to be okay."

[eirenikos]

"Kal-El, I couldn't be happier. I have you back." She smiles widely, and reaches out again, this time just threading her fingers through his hair. That should be safe enough, right.

Right?

[hero_farmboy]

Right. It would be if she didn't have to get so close to him to have to do it and when her chest brushes against his arm, he's about had it. His own hand reaches up to th base of her neck and her holds her steady as he leans in for a proper kiss.

[eirenikos]

There will be no complaint, but here is where her brain produces a whimper, echoed in a low sigh against his lips, fighting for a handful of seconds to keep it as chaste as possible, but his fingers are warm against her neck, and his scent is making her dizzy.

Her mouth opens under Clark's, deliberately.

[hero_farmboy]

Deliberate or not, Clark will take the invitation to slide his tongue against hers. It may have been five years but he hasn't forgotten how to kiss, especially not her. They may not have taken things all the way before, but they weren't exactly completely hands off, either.

She tastes exactly like he remembered - no, better - and her hair and the skin at the naps of her neck are as soft and silky as his memory serves as well.

[eirenikos]

Eirene's heart skips a beat, a flutter of breath skittering against the corner of Clark's mouth, before she shifts closer to him. So close, in fact, that she could slide right onto his lap if she wanted to, which is probably close to the truth.

The soft groan she utters a few moments later, eyes falling shut at the sensations, probably tells him better than words could have how much she's missed him.

[hero_farmboy]

Oh, those noises. He didn't realize how much he'd missed hearing those soft little sounds from her, or how much of an effect they had on him, until right now.

Clark sits up more fully, his hands drifting down to cup her behind and make sure she doesn't go anywhere due to the movement. If she wasn't completely in his lap before, she definitely is now.