slayers_desire | kidnapped by Demons: the rescue

Clark is glad for the sun too, letting its warm rays replenish his slightly depleted stores, chasing away what little exhaustion he feels. And he smiles when he sees her enjoying it as well, although there's a darker glint in his eye at the memory of why it's necessary. "Sun is definitely a good idea," he says approvingly.

"Pass me the blanket? I want to strip down a little." The more sun would be better right now. It chases away the darker memories.

He does as she asks, then pulls his own borrowed shirt up and over his head, draping it over one shoulder, and has a brief memory flash to a dream he once had about skinnydipping.

April shared the flash of the dream, but had not known it had come from Clark, or that her powers were returning to their full strength.

Using the blanket as a cover, April changed out of her white outfit and into a tight wrap that fit snugly around her bra top. And dropped down to just above her knees. Then placed the blanket onto the ground.

"I love the ocean." She smiles softly.

Clark takes off his boots and stuffs his socks into them, digging bare toes into the warm sand and half-wishing it was a rock beach so he could stretch out like a lizard and soak up the heat.

"It's pretty high on my list of favorite places," he agrees, reminded as always how his first ever trip to the ocean was with her.

This visit is better, Clark is not a child this time. And April can be more like herself, than a guardian for his LOL'd self.

Walking into the water, April closed her eyes to the sensation. "Oh screw it..." She muttered to herself. She slides off the wrap and disappears further into the ocean in just her underwear.

Clark treads along the surf, and blinks in surprise when she decides to go for a more naked kind of swim. There's no one else around, but it's just so abrupt.

He wades after her, not caring about getting his jeans wet. "April?"

The ocean feels good against her skin. And smiling shyly at Clark, she tried to explain. "Sorry for being so impulsive. I just wanted to feel something pleasant against my skin."

"Don't apologize, I was just surprised." And also still wearing his jeans, even as he trudges through the water to join her. The normal sorts of wet clothing irritation doesn't bother him, so he doesn't mind something that would cause annoying chafing in anyone else. "I think you're entitled to whatever makes you happy about now."

"To whatever makes me happy?" April smiles. She places a hand around his neck when he joins her. Her eyes dance for a second. "That's going to mean a lot of... chocolate."

He has to grin at that, sliding his hands around her back to support her. "Can't eat chocolate in the ocean. It'll melt and get all salty and gross. But when we're done here, I will buy you chocolate until it comes out your ears."

"Oh well. Guess I will have to settle with what I have." April smiled back at him. "That leaves me with you."

He laughs a little. "So now I know where I stand. If you have to choose between me and chocolate."

"Now now, I can combine my two loves together. Or didn't you know?" April gently splashed him.

He has to laugh a little more now, because despite the adult-rated image that popped into his head first, the splash quickly replaced it with a much more juvenile pop culture one. "I'm melting, meeeelting, what a world..."

With a couple more splashes, April laughs. A truly free laugh. Seems the juvenile antics seems like a perfect event right now.

"Serves you right, going after me and my little doggy too."

He flicks some water back at her, unwilling to use his full land lest he drown her with the resulting wave. "Well we're definitely not in Kansas anymore."

"I know when I am with you, I feel like I am over the rainbow." April laughs again. Splashing him again.

He grins. "I'll get the both of us up there someday, for real."

And then he slaps the water lightly, sending a fine spray of salt water over her.

Almost dancing in the spray of water over her, April does that 'sexy-pulling-wet-hair-back' move. "That's right. You could do that."

Clark deliberately falls back in the water, immersing himself up to his neck, enjoying the view and doing his best to replace the image of her when he found her with this one, instead. "One of these days. I'm so close; I can feel it."

"You will make it. I know you can." April trails a hand through his hair. And then nuzzles in close to just smell his hair.

"Slow and steady wins the race, or so they say. I've always been a big fan of speed, myself." He reaches up a hand to rest it on the nape of her neck, water droplets dripping from his fingers onto her skin.

"You can do slow and steady. I can attest to that." She leans her neck to the gentle sensation of water dripping onto her skin.

"You waited for me." She means more than his waiting to rescue her.

He doesn't quite pick up on the nuance, knowing that there's something else in what she's saying, just not what. "Of course."

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