slayers_desire | kidnapped by Demons: the rescue

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.

"Out of all the moments we have shared, this definitely ranks in the top five." April agreed. She ran her hands down from his hair, gently down his throat and down his chest. A light scratch of her own fingernails as her hands reached his abdomen.

He lets out a gentle laugh, both from her words and the slight tickling sensation he's feeling at her touch. "You're keeping a list?" he teases her.

"Mhmmm. Want to make this moment the top of the list?" It was slightly unfair that her touch tickled. She had meant to give him pleasant sensations like the ones she was receiving from his touch. So she will slightly inch south a little with her fingers.

Her touch isn't an unpleasant one. His skin's invulnerability resists the scratching sensation, turning it into something closer to a tickle, an involuntary reaction to the false "damage" being caused by her nails. And he hasn't been tickled in years, not since long before he became damage-resistant.

His eyes widen just a fraction at the suggestion, and the movement of her hands. But he doesn't stop her. "That depends. What do you want?" He doesn't want to pressure her into anything she isn't ready for.

His skin's invulnerability is the reason April is being careful in light scratching, because she might hurt herself if she attempted anything harder.

"I want to explore you. Be explored by you." Its a honest answer. "And touching is a good way to do that."
And she would be perfectly happy with just touching.

"I like touching." He thinks he might be near the point where he's ready for more. But they are taking it slow, and he doesn't mind that either. Doesn't want to push too far, too fast, before they're both ready. In a way, he's more wary of destroying what they have together than he's ever been about any fragile object. And he knows more than most how to handle delicate things with care and respect. Patience, light touches, a detailed study of how to hold it and manipulate it without breaking.

"Good." April smiled. It felt like touching was something they were both ready to do, without worrying or rushing into anything more than that.

Gently she kisses him. And out of respect and consideration for him, and because this is her first time doing anything like this, April has to ask one question. "Who touches who first?"

Clark is just as new at this as she is, and a hint of awkwardness shows in his body language. "I don't know." He takes comfort, though, in that they're both unsure, not knowing quite what to do, neither one wanting to take advantage over the other or be seen as too pushy. His expectations aren't as high, content in being able to just explore at their own speed.

Knowing that they are both feeling awkward makes April chuckle in relief. It is a little better knowing that this moment is even more special for the both of them.

"Guess we both learn together for this one then." As her hand is positioned nearby, it is simple enough to unlatch the opening in his pants.

She is nervous. Doesn't want to seem pushy. And there is a moment of complete uncertainity that washes over her. It takes a leap of faith for her to lean in, kiss him softly, and guide her hand down into that opening to touch him.

He takes a shaky breath at her touch, new and alien to him. His lower body reacts much like a human male's would, and a warm golden glow settles in his eyes. Testing his control, but not overwhelming it.

Unable to find words, he kisses her again. No one's ever done this to him before except himself. It's so different, terrifying and wonderful all at once.

April will trust her instincts, the sensation of Clark's emotions, and some trial and error through the experience. Reaching second base as it were with him is not going to be perfect the first time. But she still aims for it to feel nice.

And his reactions give her chills. And she understands what he meant by being happy because he was making her happy.

It does feel good, better than good, and now he's the one feeling a little guilty that he's neglecting her. So he lets one hand slide around from her back to the curve of her ribcage, hesitant. He can feel the fluttering of her heartbeat through the palm of his hand, and he feels it even stronger as he moves it closer. Exploring her chest, leaving the other hand wrapped loosely around her upper arm.

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