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[hero_farmboy]

Mere seconds after being outside, Clark sets a still quite revealingly dressed Eirene down in his room upstairs.

"Yeah," he says, nuzzling her hair. "You look way better when we're alone."

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[eirenikos]

Her sandals are still downstairs. Wait, correction. Were. Now they're innocently situated at the foot of his bed. "Oh, really..." Could be a teasing lilt to her voice, now. "I admit, I didn't expect such a big reaction to them."

Could be that her hips are brushing against his.

[hero_farmboy]

Sandals? Clark isn't really paying attention to sandals.

"What, my girlfriend shows up wearing next to nothing and I'm just supposed to go about my business?"

[eirenikos]

"I've wore a lot less than this before," Eirene murmurs, trailing her mouth across his jaw in search of that 'elusive' ear. If he gets to elicit noises from her, it's only fair if she returns the favor.

[hero_farmboy]

"Yeah, but this is different," he mumbles before he loses the ability to speak. At least coherently.

[eirenikos]

"Mmmhmm." Eirene would snicker, but she's too busy easing her tongue along the rim of his ear while nimble fingers begin undoing the button of his shirt. Chances are, Clark isn't going to complain anytime soon.

[hero_farmboy]

Definitely not. And his hands will circle her waist, making sure she doesn't go anywhere.

[eirenikos]

That might make it slightly difficult to finish undoing all of the buttons if she's flush against him, but since she's moved from his ear to his neck, apparently someone will have to attempt patience.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark's kind of forgotten she was doing that. She has him rather well distracted, it seems.

Not so distracted that his hands don't start to wander again, though.

[eirenikos]

Distracted enough for Eirene to nudge him back towards the bed? Because she can just sit on him and finish getting that shirt open there.

And utter all those little noises than let him know she loves those wandering hands.

[hero_farmboy]

The bed works. It works very well, because this way he can look up at her and see that sweater at a whole new angle. An angle he likes.

[eirenikos]

Eirene approves of his approval. So much so that she'll lean over once his shirt has been taken care of, and trail kisses from one ear towards his mouth.

[hero_farmboy]

There's a very contented sigh as she does, and his hands slide up under the back of her sweater, running lightly over the skin of her back.

[eirenikos]

Clark gets an answering sigh in response to his palms brushing across her flesh, and possibly an arched back. Which no doubt helps his view of that sweater. Not that Eirene is paying much attention to anything but how nice his mouth tastes before drifting down towards his neck.

Possibly nipping at it once or twice.

[hero_farmboy]

As much as Clark likes the sweater - and he does - he thinks it's time that they got on more common ground. So he'll start inching the garment up and over her head. Because the tiny little skirt she's now wearing is totally equal to him wearing jeans.

Possibly to distract her from that, Clark traces his fingers over her back, drawing slow circles across her skin, and then lifts her chin to capture her lips in a proper kiss.

[eirenikos]

It is not totally equal to Clark wearing jeans; those pants have a lot more material to them than the strip of blue plaid. However, Eirene really isn't thinking about fair right now, at least in the appropriation of said sweater; she's happy enough to ease out of it with his help. She's also willing to indulge in a proper kiss, as long as her hands are free to roam across his chest, one dipping down towards his stomach.

"I love you," she mutters into his mouth. In case he forgotten in the couple minutes its been.

[hero_farmboy]

That's okay; Clark doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing her say it.

"I love you, too," he murmurs back, breath catching only slightly as her hands trail down his chest. His own come to rest at her hips, fingers teasing lightly along the waist band of her skirt.

[eirenikos]

She's not exactly paying attention to where his hands are. The taste of Clark's mouth is more important, and the feel of his chest, especially when her mouth once again trails down to his throat, nipping just under his chin.

Her hands, meanwhile, are brushing mischieviously across two sensitive areas above his waist.

[hero_farmboy]

Two can play at that game, so Eirene may start to pay attention to where his hands are when they move around to the front and slide slowly up her torso. And as soon as the opportunity presents itself, her neck will given much the same treatment as she's been giving his.

[eirenikos]

The low, ragged breath she draws is answer enough on his hands new positions, heartbeat quickening under one palm. "Clark!" comes out a whimper more than anything else.

In fact, she forgot what she was doing right after his lips settled against her throat.

[hero_farmboy]

It's not as if Clark doesn't know that's her weakness by now. Just like she hones in on his ears when she means business, he'll happily do the same to her throat in return.

And his hands aren't going anywhere, either. Not if she keeps saying his name like that.

[eirenikos]

She'll keep saying it, eyes having already slid shut, back arched to press against his hands, breathing shallow and off kilter. And his name; once, twice, three times - each delivery accompanied by a soft noise.

Eventually she manages real words. "I need you."

[hero_farmboy]

There's no power in the combined universes that could stop him from responding to that. So Eirene will find herself on her back, skirt on the floor. Clark's mouth trails a path down her neck toward her chest and a hand works its way between her legs, stroking gently..

[eirenikos]

Eirene groans; a low, gutter noise that might just vibrate through her entire being, landing between her thighs where his fingers are already setting what tiny parts of her not already heated on fire, producing a fair level of squirming.

That's her world right now, his weight across half of her, and that hand slowly turning her insides to liquid flame.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark likes this world. He likes it a lot. If he had his way, he'd stay here for a very long time, but deep down, he knows that's not feasible. So he'll just have to enjoy it while it lasts, this time.

And, of course, make sure Eirene enjoys herself as well. To that end, he mouths his way back to her lips, then takes one of her hands and positions it over the front of his jeans.

[eirenikos]

Eirene is completely agreeable to this turn of events. Her hips shift up against his, trapping both hands between them in a bid for attention; she needs him to make her fall apart, and then coax her back into Being.

When her pelvis retreats, she's already fumbling with the snap closure, getting it undone after a few attempt and sliding her hand inside to stroke against cloth boxers.

[hero_farmboy]

There's a half whimper-half groan deep in his throat at the feel of her touch, his eyes sliding closed and his lips pausing against her skin.

"I want you so much." It's barely whispered.

[eirenikos]

"'s good, want you too," she slurs back, fingers still stroking over the heat she can feel underneath the material. "Take me." Her tongue punctuates this by gliding across his ear.

[hero_farmboy]

She doesn't have to tell him twice. Anymore.

Clark's gone for barely enough time for her to blink, but when he returns, the jeans and boxers are long gone and his hand searches down for the entrance to her heat.

[eirenikos]

This is exactly what she needs; Clark's now-familiar weight on top of her, the stark desire in his eyes mirroring the emotions in her own. "I love you, Clark Kent."

It's almost a ritual now, to whisper that as her legs part for his hand, her own fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair.

[hero_farmboy]

He doesn't answer right away. He's lost, for the moment, in sliding his hand around her waist and then pressing himself inside her. Only then does he lift his head from her shoulder and kiss his way toward her mouth.

"I love you, Eirene."

[eirenikos]

She is never going to get tired of hearing Clark tell her that. In fact, whenever he does, it makes her go all gooey inside, which is just an added bonus this time. It spurs her on, teeth sinking into his bottom lip soon after the kiss finally ends, determined to give him as much pleasure as she possibly can.

This may include fingers and an ear.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark isn't sure he'll ever get tired of saying it, especially now, because this truly does feel like home for him.

Her fingers coax a soft moan against her mouth as he slowly starts to move inside her.

[eirenikos]

As always, she's agreeable to him setting the pace, though she might not be quite so amenable come next Spring, when her aggression factor spikes. For now, though, Eirene simply wraps her legs around his waist, cradling his body against hers, and slowly nudges him in the direction of bliss.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark is happily led along that path and trying, when his brain thinks of it, to do the same for her with a kiss here and a touch there in time with the rhythm he's attempting to keep. At least he seems more in control than he was in Greece.

[eirenikos]

Eventually her hands trail away from his hair, one set of fingertips gently gliding along the shell of his ear in time with her own hip thrusts, and the other hand gently raking nails down across his shoulder.

Because finding new ways to make him groan is always fun.

[hero_farmboy]

She's not disappointed. Not only is there verbal affirmation that she's getting to him, but his mouth turns its attentions to her throat. Again.

Two can play this game.

[eirenikos]

It's Eirene's turn to groan and writhe, arching up against his mouth with less finesse than before; letting Clark know his ruse worked and she's pretty much putty in his hands. Or, rather, his lips.

Softly: "Mine."