Anniversary

[dovelike]

There are very few milestones in the life of a deity; so many years go by that only the most important events are remembered consciously, and the rest tucked away in a box for later rumination and safekeeping. Eirene is of the opinion that New Year's Eve now counts as a milestone because today, one year ago Bar-time, she met Clark.

So while he's outside doing chores, she quickly fills up a picnic basket with goodies (found by rummaging through shelves or her own conjuring), adding a certain short chiton that she suspects he might get a kick out of, then wanders with basket in hand to the barn.

"Clark?"

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[eirenikos]

"Nuh huh," she replies in kind, sliding her tongue across his teeth. "I'm just trying to turn you on as much as I already am."

Because Clark can do that with a look. It's not fair.

[hero_farmboy]

And she can't?

"I don't think I'm really that far behind." She should be able to tell that much, at least.

[eirenikos]

"So you are happy to see me."

What? She had to pick up some American slang at some point.

[hero_farmboy]

"Well, my keys are in my pocket, but yeah. I'm happy to see you," he chuckles this time kissing along her jawline.

"Picnic and seduction. Not a bad combination."

[eirenikos]

There's a partially halted groan, as said jawline is dangerously close to her throat, and the mood seems to shift from fully playful to something a little sharper.

"...No it isn't." Of course, a hand may slide down to pat his behind and emphasis that point.