slayers_desire | kidnapped by Demons: the rescue

"Pure dumb luck," he says with an affectionate smile, and kisses her again. "It does seem to be my style."

((Must go sleep early tonight. Have to get up bright and early for school.))

"Would almost agree, except the dumb part. You my good man are more intelligent that you give yourself credit for." April returns the kiss. Then kisses him again. And her hands explore his upper body with a tenderness.

((ooc: no probs, I have work tomorrow and should sleep early))

"Well, you can't expect me to know everything. I am a strange alien visitor from another planet," he says, gentle teasing. He returns her kisses too, his hands lightly stroking her back where he's reached around her.

"No worries Mr. alien visitor, you teach me what you know, and I will teach you what you want to know." April practically purred. Then lightly started to kiss down his neck.

"Establishing trade with far-off cultures is one of the best ways to forge a relationship between two parties," he says approvingly, using his hands to seek out small points of tension in her back, lightly rubbing his thumbs in circles to release that tension.

"Oh I would say we definitely have established a relationship." April replies. Her body slightly arched as the tension points were found and released.

He smiles at her reaction, still exploring what makes her feel good, happy that he's doing something right. "Let me know if I'm pushing too hard." Though he's still afraid of hurting her, his confidence has increased the longer they're together.

"You are doing fine," April reassured Clark. It was nice knowing that he had her well-being and safety in mind. "Making me all tingly."

His smile broadens, and he continues the gentle massage. "So long as you're not going tingly because I'm squashing your nerves." Though he's never had his limbs "fall asleep" before, he had his dad explain the sensation to him once.

"Nope different kind of tingly. What you are doing is good. Really good." April sighs. Her heart was racing. And it was difficult to explain the reaction her body was having because of his massage.

Clark can hear her heartbeat, feel it thrumming through the palms of his hands where they rest on her back. And it gives him a thrill to know that he's doing this, that following his instincts is helping him treat her right. And there's a banked, contained fire in his eyes as he bends his neck to kiss her again.

There is a matched contained fire in April's body as his kisses add to the pleasant sensations of the massage. Her body sends April the signals of a want for her boyfriend. And her mind races with that thought. That sensation. That feeling.

Her breathing heightens now too. And its going to be difficult to vocalize anything more than the soft whimpers in response to this overload of new feelings.

"Clark..." Her voice finds his name.

He pulls back a little, not stopping touching her, but his hands slow down a fraction. "Too much?" He's totally focused on her, and her alone. What she wants. After days in captivity, with no freedom of choice or pleasure, he wants to make sure she has everything she needs. Anything she wants.

"I am really not sure. It feels really good." April tries to explain. "I just feel... guilty being the only one who is feeling really good."

He smiles at her. Gently kisses her forehead. "You're not. Making you feel good makes me happy." Right now, he thinks he might do anything for her, if she asked.

"You do have a magic touch." April laughs slightly. "And it was very pleasureable."

"I like you touching me." That part was said quietly. Softly. And had a hint of embrassment to it.

"Must be one of my powers," he says, moving one hand up to rest along her cheek, stroking the curve of her jaw with his thumb. "Magic fingers. We could experiment some more, find out how they work." He leaves it up to her how deeply to interpret his words.

"I am always up for experimentation." April closes her eye to the gentle caressing along her jawline. "So please... continue."

He brings his other hand up to her other cheek, cupping her face in his hands, then slides them both downward stroking down her neck, fingertips gently digging into the ridge of her vertebrae, lightly scratching the exposed skin with his fingernails. Then sweeping outward, across the top of her shoulders, nudging her closer into his arms, giving him better access to her upper back from the front.

He knows that the salt water he's working into her skin will be dried and flaky later, but there's always showers later. And maybe she'll need him to help scrub her back.

She is suddenly glad that she asked for him to continue. The gently press of his fingertips into her skin releases a lot of tension April had not been aware of. And the sensation of the light scratching is very sensual in reactions from her.

For her part, April is not even thinking about the effects of the salt water will have later. The only thing on her mind is how pleasant his touch is.

Which makes her aware there is one barrier to complete access to her back. And slowly she removes the bra completely. There is a brief shyness at being topless in front of him. Once her hands are free again, they immediately start caressing his hair lightly.

Clark gets a comfortable warmth in his chest when she musters up the courage to go topless in front of him. It's a much preferred sight than earlier today, and he's touched that she trusts him enough for this. His lips seek out hers in a kiss of gratitude and reassurance, even as his hands slide lower on her back, pressing carefully on her soft skin.

His eyes itch a little, a faint shimmer of gold in the irises, but there's no danger of loss of control. And his body temperature stays solid, warm as usual, but no hotter.

Since this moment right now with Clark is going to April's own screensaver when she thinks about this day, she would be happy to learn that his own thoughts would be much more pleasant than how he had found her.

There is a soft smile after he kisses her, and she will just linger at his lips for a moment. Caressing his hair, enjoying the further exploration of his hands on her back, and the gently soothing sounds of the ocean around them.

"You are doing really good." The compliment speaks volumes about not only the control he is showing in regard to his powers, but also to how his massaging touch is easing her completely.

He's almost perfectly calm, unstressed, save for the slow increase in his heartrate as he maps out her body with his hands. The awful stress of the past week has been eased away, replaced with the soft feel of warm skin under his hands and the salty scent of her ocean-washed hair.

"Practice makes perfect," he murmurs with a smile, looking into her eyes. And it's so much better than having to see her through his eyelids, or looking away altogether. He feels like he could stand here looking at her forever, and knows that he's going to sleep well tonight.

Eye contact with him in this moment means more than April can express. "Good thing for practicing and experimentation."

"Mmm," he agrees wordlessly. "This was a really good idea." He isn't sure if he means experimenting, the beach, France, or all three. This is just what they both needed after what they've been through the past few days, separately and together. Sun, surf, and each other.

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