[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]

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."

[hero_farmboy]

Last time. Right. He remembers that, long ago as it was.

"Okay." That said, he leans back down and starts mouthing down her throat, as a hand slowly slides down her body, fingers teasing along the waistline of her panties.

[eirenikos]

She is a Greek goddess. She should be able to explain in great detail what she wants her lovers to do, and then radiate such overwhelming presence that they run to do her bidding. Except this is Eirene - the quiet one. The (usually) obedient one.

The one's whose heartbeat just went into overdrive, punctuated by whimpers when his mouth gets to her collarbone, and a sharp inhale just when his fingers ghost along her hip.

That said, her hips twist up to deliberately slide against his groin and the 'affected' portion.

[hero_farmboy]

That drags a groan out of him, muffled by the skin of her neck, and a hand slides underneath her to press her even harder against him. For just a moment or two, and then his hands go back to work on her underwear and getting it off her.

[eirenikos]

He'll either have to move away long enough to peel them down her legs, or simply rip them off. She might be making it a little difficult for him, because her hands are migrating down his back again, dragging her nails lightly against the impression of his spine.

[hero_farmboy]

He had no problem with her jeans earlier, but if Eirene is going to be uncooperative, then he won't have an qualms about doing this the fast way, either.

There's suddenly a naked goddess writhing beneath him which, if he wasn't already turned on to the point of losing his mind already, would certainly push him over the edge.

As it is he's having a hard time concentration on the task at hand, but he seems to regain focus soon enough and moves back up her body to recapture her mouth with his, leaving a hand below to start come exploration of its own.

[eirenikos]

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.

[hero_farmboy]

None of this is going to do anything to discourage him. Not that that is likely Eirene's intention.

His hand starts more rhythmically and insistently working between her legs, fingers sliding into her slick heat as hi mouth continues the assault on her, occasionally working down her throat or across her jawline.

[eirenikos]

The last thing on Eirene's mind is discouraging anyone. In fact, there isn't much coherency beyond surviving Clark's fingers and returning the favor, in an abstract fashion.

She's not yet in a position to drive him completely out of his mind, but the next best thing seems to be catching his tongue with her teeth the next time it invades and sucking on it exactly in time with his finger thrusts.

[hero_farmboy]

Well, that will certainly slow the rhythm down a little, but the thrusts are deeper when they do come now and he's learned fast to expect her teeth on his tongue. It will also elicit a few groans out of him at the same time.

[eirenikos]

Slow is sometimes a good thing, and this is definitely one of those times. Eirene's hip roll easily up against his own, the feel of denim against her sensitive skin a surprising turn-on, especially with the feel of his fingers inside her.

It's getting harder to catch her breath and she can feel his arousal through his pants every time she arches up.

[hero_farmboy]

It's a good and mutually steady pace that seems to be working for both of them, so why rock the boat, so to speak?

In the meantime, his free hand will start ministrations on her breasts again, tweaking the centers in to hard little points that afterward, brush up against his chest as he moves against her, still jean clad or not.

[eirenikos]

Eirene finds herself abandoning his tongue; it takes too much effort to move anything but her hips now, and one hand is firmly clamped down against his arm, not because she's trying to stop him, but because she needs something to cling too. There are small tremors zipping through her, breath coming in quick, short gasps.

"Ohgodsohgodsohgods," Clark might get the idea she's close to the edge now.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark only has a hazy memory of how this went before, so he tries to pay attention as best he can to the now erratic movement of her hips and the grip on his arm and the incoherent string of words, gaging when to speed up the pace or slow it down.

And he discovers that watching her like this, being the one to drive her into this state, is really a major turn on.

[eirenikos]

And speaking of hazy, her babbling is no longer even composed of real words, just a ragged stream of whimpers and moans that punctuate her uneven pelvic thrusts. She'll never remember how long this lasted, because it seems both forever and only seconds before the pleasure consumes her.

The final, agonizingly long shudder arrives with his name on her lips.