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The Door opens onto the terrain at the base of Olympus, as always, but this second visit is slightly different than the first. They won't be hiking up the sacred mountain, not unless Clark wants to see it again, and the landscape is ordinary. Aside from being gorgeous and Mediterranean, anyway.

"Come on, my house isn't too far from here."

Eirene's smile isn't quite as blissful now, and the totally euphoric feeling has -- actually not disappeared, just lessened slightly.

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"Yeah," Eirene remarks dryly," and I'll get you a glass of water and tuck you back in. I meant in case of an emergency."

Restraining a giggle proves futile, however, and then it's off to the attic. Which is a small, but still fairly comfortable room currently serving as an office/guest room.

"Here we are."

"You'll tuck me in? Well, now I might have to have one on purpose," he teases.

The ceiling of the attic is eyed, but it seems high enough. "Pretty cozy." Which is a compliment. Clark likes cozy.

She's blushing big time now, trying not to imagine settling down next to him like she's done with countless kids before.

"Uh... yeah. Cozy. Enough room for a desk and a bed, as you can see."

Which she is not looking at.

"Yeah, there is," he agrees with a nod, looking around some more. "I think it'll do."

"Groovy!" Eirene beams, and then takes a moment to look him over thoroughly, before turning towards the bed that's there now and waggling her fingers at it.

This accomplishes two things; the bed growing in width and length until it'll be comfortable for him, and blue plaid sheets appearing on the mattress.

They match the curtains behind him.

"There. All set for the night."

Clark raises his eyebrows at the display, but he told her not to hide it.

"So, is the finger waving actually necessary, or is that just for show?"

"Show? I make people nervous if I just look at something and it changes. If they have something to focus on, I guess it isn't so scary."

Beat.

"Sorry."

He reaches a hand out to lift her chin. "There's nothing to apologize for. That's what I meant, not that I thought you were showing off or anything."

"Thanks. I'm just really nervous now about ... this is how I am here, moreso than in the bar, and I don't want to make you so -- running you off because I use my divine powers to do things is the last thing I want."

Tiny, sheepish smile.

"I'm not running anywhere," he assures her, stroking his thumb just below her lower lip. "And this is your home. You should be yourself. I can handle it."

Her grin is a genuine one. "Thank you, Clark." He'll get a real kiss for it too.

He can more than handle this. And does.

Then she might just give him a little more to handle, without turning it into something else entirely.

She hopes.

Eirene is very good and not pushing Clark's limits. So there isn't anything here that makes him uncomfortable, or want to stop any time soon.

Which may be a problem in and of itself.

It might be, depending on what happens in the future. This is still the present, however, and Eirene would prefer to live here and now; which comes through in the way her lips eventually trail away from Clark's mouth along his jaw again.

Her hands may also drift up his back as well.

Clark tends to dwell on the future. And the past. But currently, the present is pretty nice, so he'll do his best to concentrate on that for the time being.

His eyes drift closed and his arms slide back around her waist, angling his head slightly to give her better access.

Small, warm hands eventually slide back around and up his chest to rest just underneath the jaw she applies more attention to, before drifting down against his throat (and moving a hand to his shoulder to do so).

It's very much a meandering sort of kiss, because she has all the time in the world to do so, and nothing else is clamouring for her attention like the young man in front of her.

Clark would deny he's clamouring. At least verbally, anyway. What he won't deny is that he's enjoying himself. And so far, not so much that he'll make an attempt to stop. Yet.

Since he obviously isn't uncomfortable, and doesn't look like he wants her to, well, stop, Eirene continues what she's doing: a slow, measured set of kisses down his throat and across to just below an ear before she begins to mouth toward the juncture where neck and shoulder meet.

There might even be an absent scrape of teeth against skin in the process.

And at that point, a soft moan will rumble in his throat, and his hands tighten around her waist.

Interesting. Eirene might just do it on purpose a second time to see if the result is similar, or just a coincidence.

Her waist will be squeezed again, but there's no moan, just a sharp intake of breath.

And then he exhales a moment later, "Eirene."

Not coincidence, then, and definitely to be filed away for a later date. Of course, the nipped area will be kissed before Eirene pulls away.

"Hmm?"

"Um," Clark's eyes remain closed, "I don't remember."

Eirene waits a few seconds to see if he's going to say anything else. Then, "Okay." And her mouth returns to the slow exploration of the areas she can get to without moving his shirt.