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[AU] SV Futureverse
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.
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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"Your turn, love. Tell me what you want me to do."
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It's polite to do so, after all. So is stretching out on top of one's lover and idly toying with the hair just behind his ear.
"As long as you want me to."
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It's soothing, along with the feel of his frame beneath hers, and the beat of his heart reverberating against her throat.
"I really think I could just lie here for centuries," she eventually whispers.
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"Maybe later?" He asks, a note of hopefulness in his tone.
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As do her teeth teasing the flesh just beneath his chin a few seconds later.
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"Would that be so terrible?" Clark asks haltingly, the feel of her teeth scraping his skin making that take some real effort on his part.
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Eirene abandons his neck, and resumes gliding her fingertips against his ear. She was paying attention.
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That would be a tongue gliding across a certain portion of his chest now.
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Clark would argue that he was exactly writing like she did for him earlier, but he might admit this is at least close.
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Her hands, meanwhile, slide down past his waist to brush against his inner thighs.
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Maybe it's both of them.
Someone's lucky, at any rate, and Clark is still in the game. Even if she is driving him nuts.
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Eierne is also very aware she could end up on her back at any second, but that's never a bad place to be. Is it.
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But she's making progress, as the groans get louder and words do start to form. Or at least one. "Eirene."
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With special attention paid to at least three incredibly sensitive areas.
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And then she will find herself on her back again, Clark leaning over her to allow his mouth to ghost along her throat. "I didn't know you were such a tease."
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And then her brain shorts out when his mouth closes over the exact spot where her pulse is racing, eyes closing in bliss.
"Gods, yes...keep doing that."
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To be fair, she is squirming, but her hands as doing almost as much roaming as his, at least when she's not whispering his name in a plea.
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So it's not too much longer before his hands return to her hips, tilting them just so, and then he's pressing into her again, a soft sigh of contentment huffing against the skin of her throat.
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