[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]

"Oh, I suppose if I must submit to another round of amazing sex," she tries for a long suffering tone, but the breathless quality to her voice (and the groan when his hand slides against her rear) belie that.

As do her teeth teasing the flesh just beneath his chin a few seconds later.

[hero_farmboy]

His hands press her down against him.

"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.

[eirenikos]

"Only if you don't mind me dying on the spot from pleasure."

Eirene abandons his neck, and resumes gliding her fingertips against his ear. She was paying attention.

[hero_farmboy]

"No dying," he mumbles before falling back into incoherency.

[eirenikos]

"Mmmkay. How about this?"

That would be a tongue gliding across a certain portion of his chest now.

[hero_farmboy]

His back arches again and his hips buck up just once underneath her. Is that answer enough?

[eirenikos]

It is. Eirene will just take that as invitation to make her way down the remainder of his chest, planting butterfly kisses and nips at particularly sensitivespots.

[hero_farmboy]

Each light touch is met with a groan in reply, his hands again tightening their grip on whatever parts of her they can reach, while his hips continue to move restlessly under her.

Clark would argue that he was exactly writing like she did for him earlier, but he might admit this is at least close.

[eirenikos]

Clark is all kinds of adorable when he's lost some of his control like this. Eirene watches him for a moment, just drinking in the sight that Clark himself did before, that she can do this to him, before bending her attention to the task of pushing the Kyrptonian underneath her even further by dragging her teeth against one side of his torso.

Her hands, meanwhile, slide down past his waist to brush against his inner thighs.

[hero_farmboy]

It's possible Eirene is lucky they've already gone one round, else Clark might not be able to be pushed this far. Or possibly it's him who's lucky.

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.

[eirenikos]

He's not babbling yet, however, and she's determined to give him almost the same treatment he gave her, which means her hands will remain below his waist for some time, fingertips seeking out those spots that might make his eyes cross, or forget to breathe.

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.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark is not, of course, a big talker to begin with. So getting him to babble incoherently isn't quite as easy as it is to do the same to Eirene.

But she's making progress, as the groans get louder and words do start to form. Or at least one. "Eirene."

[eirenikos]

That's just as good as a shout, because she can hear the need in his voice. Mouth curved into an impudent smile, the blonde begins to make her way back up towards his mouth, her own engaged in making sure that ever inch of flesh is tasted and appreciated between Clark's thighs and his chest.

With special attention paid to at least three incredibly sensitive areas.

[hero_farmboy]

That's going to lead to a a lot more, well, squirming as Clark tries his best to keep still and enjoy what she's doing without his brain shorting out on him. However, Eirene doesn't quite make it back up to his mouth before he hauls her up the last few inches, crushing his lips against hers.

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."

[eirenikos]

There is a striking clarity in her eyes for a few moments, blue irises both sensual and ancient. "I can be, Clark. It's what happens when someone is both Peace and Spring Incarnate." Her tone turns slightly smug. "You weren't complaining a min--"

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."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark can keep doing that. Clark can keep doing that for a long time. And while he does that, he's going to reacquaint his hands with her body, making sure her skin is singing all over again, just like his is.

[eirenikos]

It doesn't take too long until his hands coaxing her body into an aria of moans and tremors. Eirene's almost more daring this second time around - not content to lie there and squirm.

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.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark isn't as patient this time around. It's almost like he knows what he's doing now, not to mention there's a bit of a boost in his ego about all this. Eirene can thank her "amazing" comment for that.

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.

[eirenikos]

There's a mirroring sigh from the woman beneath him, though not quite as sane as Clark's. In fact, it's more of a gasp. Not too many moments after that, her hips are thrusting up against his, matching his pace exactly.

Kryptonians may be known across the galaxies for their endurance, but the Titan's daughter plans to give this one a run for his money.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark can't afford to let go of his sanity completely. Literally. Eirene might be able to handle it, but the bed can't. Somewhere in the back of Clark's mind, he makes a mental note that they need to try this where there isn't anything so constricting as furniture.

But he does know more what to expect now, so there's a bit more power in his thrusts this time when her hips roll up against his, knowing better how much force he can exert without going too far.

[eirenikos]

He can exert quite a lot without hurting her, a fact proven time and again in the very near future as Eirene matches him relentlessly, sweat slicking across her skin to brush against his and transfer her scent.

The clarity of her gaze was lost in the first few thrusts, replaced with a bright blue haze that reveals how much she does want him this second time, aided by the teeth nipping at his other shoulder.

Too bad she can't leave bitemarks.

[hero_farmboy]

He's more prepared for the feel of her teeth this time, and from now on, he'll file that away. Who'd' have thought she'd be a biter.

But while her mouth is occupied at his shoulder, his is still busy at her neck, licking a long strip of flesh clean of the sweat forming there now.

[eirenikos]

Eirene has no idea she was a biter until Clark came along. It's his fault for tasting so good, anyway.

Her hips twist up almost viciously under the assault on her neck, a burst of Greek tumbling from her mouth, though it's uttered so breathlessly, Eirene may not remember what she's saying.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark seems to be content with tasting and being tasted, so he works his way around the length of her throat with his tongue leading the way. He likes reactions like those.

Meanwhile, Clark will sneak a hand down between them and in time with their movements, starts moving his thumb in slow circles around the kernel of her heat.

[eirenikos]

She's gone. Wave the white flag, beg for release (although its brief and in Greek so Clark probably wont understand), and try to survive.

And by survival, the narration means twisting underneath Clark with the strength of a Titan's offspring, small shudders racking Eirene's frame in uneven intervals, and her hands braced against his shoulders.