slayers_desire | kidnapped by Demons: the rescue

As the gentle touching continues, April can sense that connection to Clark deepening. In sharing this moment. With soft kisses and looking into his eyes. And gentle strokes. And building up their exploration to the point where her own body feels like it will explode.

The limitations of speech for her fall into a series of soft exclamations, gentle sighs and whispered praises. Something new and exciting comes over her as all that tension builds, then releases like the waves around them.

And the moment lapses into heavy breathing and panting and amazed wonder.

He can't speak for a long few moments, just holding her against him, feeling the gentle waves washing them clean again. Eventually, his breathing slows, calming down the rapid pounding of his heart. Unsure of what to say, what he can say, he captures her lips in a kiss.

Really there are no words. And the kiss feels really good. Sort of like the cherry ontop of the icecream sundae.

Her breathing will take a little longer to steady, as will the pounding of her heart. But when they slow, April manages a soft affectionate chuckle.

There are many ways to describe how Clark made her feel, and yet they seem all so unappropriate. As the words themselves are not quite good enough. One thing is for definite, she won't be using the Superman term, even though it does make the list of qualifiers.

"Mmmmm my Clark."

Clark smiles. Her Clark. He can definitely live with that title. And wear it as proudly as the S-shield that will one day adorn his chest. "My April," he whispers back, into her ear, his voice pitched in the lower rumble he uses for his native tongue.

He wants to tell her how good she makes him feel, how happy he is at this moment, how he feels like he wants to stay in this moment for days on end. But the words just aren't enough, so he settles for focusing on his feelings, broadcasting them as best he can to her, letting her feel the love in his heart right now.

That familiar rumble of his sens a couple of pleasant shivers down her already explored body. Making her chuckle again, softly.

Then his thoughts are broadcast, sending her on another pleasure cruise, this one all mental. The love, light and security in Clark's emotions are enough to keep her warm for the rest of her days.

"What was that symbol for soulmate again?" She whispers.

He pulls back just enough to free a hand, traces it on her bare chest slowly, spelling it out in drops of salty water against her pale skin where it sits, tangible and visible, more than a mere idea, not just a gesture to be seen and felt and memorized without ever seeing it in the whole. A completion. And he finds himself regretting that it will only last until the water evaporates, or gathers and trickles down her chest and belly like tears.

Watching him trace the symbol, April holds her breath for a moment as not to ruin the image. Wanting it to stay there for as long possible. Sharing his gret that it will evaporate.

That is until the rune on her shoulder glows brightly. And the amazement and wonder of being in Clark is renewed in April all over again.

When she turns to look at the rune, to understand what had happened, she gives a slight gasp noting it has been changed. The krypton symbol for soulmate is now there. Where it will last forever.

His eyes are wide as he looks at the rune, and he reaches out a hand to touch it, fingers barely brushing the symbol on her skin. "Is... is that supposed to happen?"

"Nothing like this has happened before." April sounded a little confused. But also very amazed.

"Its... what I had wanted."

He pulls her back into his arms, pressing her against his chest and body. "Then I'm glad you got what you wanted." It's all he wants today, to make her happy and content, and give her anything and everything she desires. He doesn't know how this happened, but if it makes her happy, he is more than okay with it.

"I have you. How could I not be happy? You are always there for me." And now, his presence will be there in a more significant way. For Clark is truly her soulmate. They have shared so much, and there is still so much.

April looks forward to her future with this man.

"You and I must be magic together."

He has to chuckle at that. "You're my weakness and my strength. When I'm with you, I can do anything. But against you, you can control me easier than kryptonite." He doesn't find that threatening at all. She could control him so easily, steer him down the wrong road, exploit him for her own advantage. But she hasn't, and she wouldn't. He finds it comforting to know that he can trust her this completely.

"Me control you? You have no idea how much I enjoy being in your control." April nuzzled against his neck. Licking his sensitive zones slightly.

This soon after what they shared, it doesn't reignite the flame in his eyes, but he does smile in pleasure at the sensation. And he breathes deeply of the scent of her hair, his alien senses picking up on the subtler scents underneath the briny sea air.

"Guess we'd better share, then." They've more than proven that they are good at sharing, of many kinds. They don't have to fight for control, battle for dominance over each other, prove which one of them is the stronger. They don't feel the need to exercise that power over each other, and he loves her all the more for it.

"I like sharing with you." April laughs. It is the truth. With Clark she feels like an equal. No comparison of powers or abilities or smarts or anything. And together they have shared their troubles, their hopes, their dreams, their secrets and now parts of their bodies.

"Good," he says, lightly kissing the end of her nose. "Because I get the feeling we're going to do that a lot." He doesn't mean just the experience that they just shared, though that is a part of their lives now as well. Though they have only known each other for a relatively short time, he's come to care for her in a deep, meaningful way, moreso than a childhood crush like the one he shares with Lana.

"Being with you for these last couple of months has been so amazing. You have influenced me in so many ways. And I am glad we are going to share more."

"You Clark Kent are my future."

He doesn't say the d-word, though it does briefly flit through his mind. "You can count on it."

As much as April might not like the d-word right now, she could handle it just fine with Clark at her side.

"Good."

They have been in the ocean for a couple of hours now. And April's skin is starting to prune slightly, and tan too. (One benefit is that she won't have any tanlines).

"Its getting late. And I... don't want to be alone tonight."

Clark is incapable of both tanning and pruning, so he doesn't share her symptoms, but he does have her best interests in mind, and the sun has gotten lower in the sky as the hours have passed, so the sea breeze carries a hint of the cold to come with the night.

Holding her against him, he slowly rises up out of the water, drifting through the air towards the beach, water running down and dripping off their feet. He sets them down on the blanket that they discarded earlier, which only has a little sand on it from the blowing wind, avoiding getting most of it stuck to their feet.

"Do you want me to spend the night at your place?" he suggests quietly. Not sure if she wants to go back there so soon, where she was taken from her doorstep. "Or should we go someplace else?" If she feels better with him standing guard over her tonight, he'll do it in a heartbeat. He's absorbed more than enough sunlight today to protect her overnight.

It must have been a magical sight, Clark rising out of the water, carrying April to the blanket, the setting sun featured behind them.

"My place will be fine." April had not been taken from the apartment itself, just the hallway outside.

"Your place it is, then," he agrees, and raises an eyebrow, a smile on his face. "I'm afraid we may have to share your shower." A gentle tease, knowing that of course she won't mind.

He eyes his sopping wet jeans, half-hanging off his hips, wondering if he should try to use heat vision to at least stop the dripping before they can get back to her place.

"You mean I get to see the whole package. Oh my..." April teased back. Showering with Clark might lead to more touching, but of course she is sure Clark won't mind.

"Don't worry about clothing for now," April uses the blanket as a wrap around her wet body. "We can throw everything in the dryer at my place."

"I figure it's only fair." He's seen her naked now, and she chose to expose her body to him when it was her say. And no one ever said she should touch but not look. Though he is a little shy about giving her the full show, as it were, he feels he can trust her with that.

He zips up and buttons his jeans, giving the legs a quick once-over with heat vision to reduce it to mere dampness, faint wisps of steam rising from the fabric. He picks up his PINpoint, glad that no sand has gotten into the device, and enters the coordinates for her apartment.

"You know, you were the first to see me." April smiles, taking his arm after collecting her wet clothes. And yes, she is not counting the Demons, because it is her right not too.

"To touch me." That much must have been obvious. Leaving the beach with fond memories, they soon enter her apartment. There is a moment when April has to collect herself, feeling so good to be home again.

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