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[dovelike]

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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[eirenikos]

Aside from having maybe an inch height advantage for once, Eirene pays little attention to the new setup, aside from standing between Clark's knees, and, really, this just makes it easier to dip her head and kiss the tip of his nose.

And then his chin.

[hero_farmboy]

And then his lips again, because he'll make sure of that, hands lowering to rest at her hips now and pulling her just a little closer.

[eirenikos]

She doesn't mind, his hands are warm through the shirt she's wearing, and concentrating on his mouth again allows her fingertips free reign to trace along his eyebrows.

Thumbs eventually brush across each temple, before one hand threads through his hair, and the other dips toward his neck. And an ear.

[hero_farmboy]

His hands run slowly up and down her back. His mouth tries to keep up with hers, meeting when they get close enough, but trailing in the opposite direction when she kisses away to one aide.

[eirenikos]

Eirene is still trying to keep it light, in case he wants to stop soon, but the moment his fingers press against her back, she loses a great deal of that objectivity, and groans quietly into his mouth. Leaning into him is also more subjective than not.

[hero_farmboy]

He holds her against him, fingers continuing their work along her back, and his mouth at her throat. It doesn't seem Clark wants to stop any time soon.

So far.

[eirenikos]

Which leads into the third whimper as her head tilts back even futher, and a shallowing out of breath. Her heart, however, continues to speed up, in tandem with the squirming against his hands ... and the rest of him.

"Clark..."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark's hands clasp loosely at the small of her back, his nose buried in her hair. "Hmm?"

[eirenikos]

She finds her voice a minute later. "That feels very nice." Don't stop.

[hero_farmboy]

"Okay," he murmurs back. He'll keep doing that, then.

[eirenikos]

She'll continue to enjoy it. And possibly squirm as well, hands eventually sliding underneath his shirt.

[hero_farmboy]

There's a tiny whimper at the feel of her hands against his skin and then there's a breathless, "Eirene?"

[eirenikos]

"Mmm?" Fingers curl loosely against the skin just above his hips bones, her thumbs making slow lazy circles higher up.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark can't really get any more words out, so he just rests his head on her shoulder, hands gripping her hips.

[eirenikos]

Eirene isn't getting any negative vibes from what she's doing, so her fingers may eventually trail away from his hips, tracing errant patterns against his flesh on their way to exploring the warmth of his lower back.

[hero_farmboy]

This is possibly because Clark's brain isn't quite functioning properly anymore. In fact, with the way it is functioning, he may just tug her into his lap.

[eirenikos]

Which really only accomplishes two things; that Eirene is now straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, and her hands sliding further up under the plaid of his shirt, along the curve of his spine.

Well, three, if her mouth pressing butterfly kisses across the planes and angles of his face counts.

[hero_farmboy]

It counts. It all counts toward Clark's breathing starting to become a little more laboured than usual and his hands starting to tease along the hem of her shirt.

[eirenikos]

Eirene doesn't mind. His back is as warm as if he'd been working out in the sun, and the heat seeps into her fingers, and warms the rest of her as much as his lips against hers.

The more-than-occasional brush of his fingers on her skin, however, is enough to produce another soft whimper, and the shift of her hips closer towards him.

[hero_farmboy]

It's instinct, mostly, that he starts to leans back on the bed, his hands tugging her down with him. And then one slides back up into her hair, fingers tangling gently in the soft strands.

[eirenikos]

Eirene had planned on pulling away after a few more minutes of kissing; which, considering their history, she thought was reasonable and responsible. But now she's lying across him, with her hands trapped beneath his back, and Clark is kissing her senseless.

So her sensible brain takes a hike, leaving room for the soft groan, and the squirming to move right in and take over.

[hero_farmboy]

It's safe to say that sensible has officially left the building. Possibly some time ago. And almost as if to prove it, Clark doesn't let up at all in his attentions to her, a hand drawing lazy circles over the small of her back, just under her shirt.

[eirenikos]

That is guaranteed to make her squirm, hips rolling down against his, muscles contracting beneath his fingertips, and her mouth suddenly determined to get Clark as dizzy as he's making her right now.

And her hands? Are very slowly sliding around towards his chest.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark is already pretty dizzy. At least not thinking straight, because if he was, he'd have stopped this long ago.

But he's not, so he doesn't, despite the faint groan that escapes him when she moves her hands.

[eirenikos]

Sadly, Eirene has no such excuse, aside from her assumption that he would protest if he did not wish to go further. Which is, sadly, a side effect of her own addled mentality. Perhaps she'll sense when he gets truly uncomfortable.

Her lips drift away from his, again, tracing the outline of his jaw towards the softer skin of Clark's neck, about the same time her fingers reach his chest, underneath the shirt, and begin tracing the expanse of warm flesh.