[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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[eirenikos]

Bzuh? That stops Eirene dead in her tracks, which might look pretty damn comical from a voyeur's point of view, tongue having been gliding just below Clark's chin during a rare moment when they weren't tongue wrestling.

Bedroom? She can do this. After a few moments, she gently untangles herself from his lap and stands up, which doesn't do much for the perspective, since she's barely three inches above five feet, but hey -- at least she's trying.

And those small, deft hands are being held out to him.

[hero_farmboy]

Which he takes and stands up beside her, smiling, and then leads her to the small room just on the other side of living room that will, eventually, be a proper bedroom. For now, the only thing that signifies it as such is the bed itself, the same small one he had back at the farm.

A small, curtained window lets in a modicum of light, which Clark thinks is probably enough. He turns to her and runs his hands up and down her arms lightly, half nerves and half out of the idea that she might be cold. "Do you really want to do this?" Because it has to be asked.

[eirenikos]

Nerves? Whose nervous? The goddess staring down at the bed with a currently unreadable expression? There may be a small pause between question and answer, while she tears her eyes away from the piece of furniture to look up at Clark.

Eirene's brain isn't quite processing as fast as she like, so she simply leans forward and presses her lips at the point where Clark's chest meets his stomach.

Then: "Yes." Beat. "Do you?"

[hero_farmboy]

Clark may be, just a little. It has been well over seven years since he's done this; long enough that it's more a distant memory he occasionally questions actually happening.

Her answer - the non verbal one - elicits a sharp intake of breath and it's a few moments before he can reach down and tilt her chin up to look him clear in the eyes. "Yes. I want to be with you."

[eirenikos]

Yeah, just hearing those seven words (she counted mentally) is enough to make her forget to breath for a few seconds, blue eyes widening at the implications before she finally exhales. Eirene almost wants him to repeat it so she can be sure she heard him correctly.

"Then--" Such a big step. "I'm yours for as long as you want me, Clark."

[hero_farmboy]

"That's a pretty open ended offer," he smiles down at her, resting one hand against her cheek and the other at her hip, pulling her a little closer to him. "What if I ask for forever?"

[eirenikos]

"Then I suppose I'd have to go apartment hunting and apply for a six month legal goddess-alien permit. I could spend the rest of my life with you."

Small knuckles brush idly just above his hip bones, fingers pressing against his warm skin not-quite-casually.

[hero_farmboy]

"I don't know, those kinds of permits are pretty hard to come by," he teases softly, though his gaze is starting to go hazy at her touch.

Then he just draws her to to him completely, leaning down to kiss her.

[eirenikos]

That's the one regret she has about dating, and falling in love with, this man - the fact that she isn't tall enough to kiss him properly without him having to stoop his shoulders. But, still, it's easily fixed. Meaning Eirene subtly starts floating up a few inches the moment their lips meet.

He'll probably be too distracted to notice, anyway, she decides and wraps her arms around his neck, fingers threading up into his hair.

[hero_farmboy]

He'd sort of forgotten about that part, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice and remember now. He's have to be dead to ignore the slide of her skin under his hands as she rises up off the floor and he loosens his grip just a little to help her get as high as she wants.

Then he tightens his arms around her again, holding her close, starting to trail kisses along her chin and down her throat.

[eirenikos]

Oh, just high enough where she can just about look him in the eyes while they're kissing, and so he won't get a neck kink from leaning down. Because she's considerate like that. The fact that his bare chest against hers feels better than chocolate is just the icing.

Eirene also tilts her head back, thick hair tumbling down to drift against his arms, and a soft whimper sneaks right out of her lips.

[hero_farmboy]

He'd argue that he doesn't get kinks in his neck, or sore shoulders or back from having to stoop down, but he appreciates the sentiment behind it.

He also doesn't usually suffer from weak knees, but the feel of her skin rubbing against his own is enough to make him think he might just start. Which would be why he slowly starts moving them over to the bed.

[eirenikos]

Eirene still occasionally forgets, even with the entire 'five year training' having hung over her head for so long, that Clark isn't your average superhero with powers. Not that anything about him could be called average.

A point that comes home to roost once she's lying on her back on a bed she's dozed off on more than once, with some of his weight settling partially atop her.

"I've died and gone to the Fields, right?" That would be her breathless comment on events so far.

[hero_farmboy]

"That's not really part of the plan," he murmurs against the skin of her neck.

Then he shifts his weight so he's mostly kneeling over her, and then starts the same sort of assault on her upper body with his mouth that she treated him to back in the sitting room. And of course that includes all the attention paid to the sensitive centres of her breasts, his hands helping out as much as they can.

[eirenikos]

Her breath comes in starts and stops, depending on where his mouth is concentrating. Not squirming isn't part of this equation at all, though Eirene is trying to keep as still as she can - at least until his mouth closes over one of her breasts.

"omygods...Clark!" That would be her arching up against him yes, her hands fisting into his sheets.

[hero_farmboy]

He'll file that mentally away under "good reactions." And then he'll switch to the other side and see if the same thing happens.

[eirenikos]

It does. Along with the addition of a brief smattering of Attic Greek, and it's probably safe to assume that she's encouraging him on in her own language.

And her hands have found another place to rest, fingers threading through his hair in another form of encouragement.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark will just take his time then, moving back and forth across her chest, making sure each breast is given equal amounts of attention from both his mouth anad hands.

And when he's satisfied with that done well enough, he'll start his tongue working along the path down her abdomen to her stomach, pausing briefly to dip into her navel, tracing it on a slow circle.

His hands follow the trail along the sides of her body, then fingers sliding into the waist band of her jeans, eventually meeting in the middle where they start to fumble with the button.

[eirenikos]

That time is is very much appreciated, to judge by the quiet noises sounding from her throat with each brush of his lip, or nip of teeth. She arches underneath his attention more than once, his name on her lips with each contraction of her back muscles.

Dewdrops soon glisten across the soft peach of her skin, the battle to stay mostly still and sane a lost cause with each second that passes. She never imagined Clark could make her tremble quite like this, and her hips twitch with each invasion of his fingers; her own hands sliding through the sheets in an effort to keep .. keep...

Clark's name lingers in the air once more, a measure of desperation in her tone.

[hero_farmboy]

All of these reactions are filed away, though Clark isn't giving much of an indication that they're having an effects on him, aside from a light kiss wherever his mouth happens to be closest to her skin, or a brief smile when their eyes occasionally lock during his ministrations.

But she is having an effect on him, there shouldn't be any mistake about that.

Once the button of her jeans is undone, he slowly works the zipper and then starts to slide the denim down her legs, again following the trail with gentle kisses.

[eirenikos]

That's a rather sharp intake of breathe coming from the woman on the bed. Legs move restlessly beneath his mouth, and he may realize it's getting to the point where she's not going to be able to hold still.

[hero_farmboy]

That's fine with Clark, really. She can write and squirm on the bed all she wants. It's not going to stop him from running his hands along the length of her legs, thumbs stroking the inside of her thighs and then working their way up the rest of her body until he's face to face with her again, and he leans down for a lingering kiss.

And then, because he figures at this point it's best to ask, "Tell me what you want."

[eirenikos]

"You." Beat. "All of you, no holds barred. I want to see you come apart the same way I do, without having to worry about if you're hurting me. Just ... I want to hear you scream my name."

Definitely not an innocent look on her face.

[hero_farmboy]

Well, then. He did ask.

"I don't think the bed would survive," is all he can think of in response to that after his brain fully processes it a few minutes later. "I was kind of looking for ideas of what you wanted me to do... to you."

[eirenikos]

"Oh."

She blushes, ducking her head, and is unusually docile and quiet for almost a minute. People don't ask, at least not that she can recently remember, so she's honestly thinking about it now.

"What ... what happened last time was ... incredible?" Eirene is referring to the only time they've been intimate, when he wore the ring. "All of it."