slayers_desire | kidnapped by Demons: the rescue

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clark,
destiny

kidnapped by Demons: the rescue

after finding Clark Kent in the Nexus, the Lister demon returned to the castle in the Black Forest Mountains, guiding the hero to a servant entrance. It was out of the way, and notice of the dozens of The Scourge soldiers on parade in the main square.

Once inside the castle, the Lister demon took Clark to the kitchen, where other Lister demon servants were working hard at a feast.

From the kitchen, the Lister demon opened a dumbwaiter and gestured to Clark to get in. "This will take you to the dungeon. Where Miss April is being kept."

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April's bathtub is one of those bigger-style ones, and he might note that for a bath there would be plenty of room for two adults. And stepping under the shower head, April turns to let the water run down her body, and admire her alien lover.

The silent word that entered her mind at the end of that sentance makes her chuckle. Too bad Clark can't read thoughts.

"No no... none of that. Can't have those gorgeous alien body out in the public where anyone could see him. And want him. He is mine." A little possessive, but teasing all the same.

Oblivious to the turn her thoughts are taking, Clark takes the shampoo into his hands in a silent offer to wash her hair. The salt will dry in a tangled mess if she just lets it go untouched, and he likes her hair far too much to see it damaged by something as innocent as the ocean.

"Darn. I guess I'll have to keep my secret exhibitionist streak under wraps," he jokes back. Although from someone who felt embarrassed about skinnydipping in a dream, where it wasn't even real, he doubts he'd ever actually get up the courage to do something like that when he's awake.

Well. Besides what they just did in France, away from potential witnesses. But what's exhibitionism without someone to watch?

Moving closer to him, April gives a contented sigh at the sensation of him washing her hair. It is a combination of his fingers in her hair (which she loves) and the fragant scent of the mango shampoo.

"You can always be an exhibitionist around me." April offers. "I would enjoy watching you show off."

He works his magic fingers against her scalp, lightly massaging the shampoo into those golden strands that he loves so much, infusing her with the scents he's come to associate with her. Being careful not to get any in her eyes, since his mother told him that tends to sting.

"A private exhibitionist?" he teases, amused.

"Its one of those oxymoron's isn't it?" April did her best to stay still under his scalp massage. "Well I definitely don't want to share you with others. Guess we will have to resort to other tactics."

He gently guides her head back under the spray, running his fingers through her hair to work out the suds, one hand pressed against her forehead to prevent the water from running down her face and into her eyes. "Well, just because you owe me a strip tease doesn't mean I'm not allowed to do one for you too."

"That sounds good. We will definitely have to do that." Of course not tonight. They are already naked. And showering. And that is good.

"You spoil me. Showers are never going to feel the same without you."

"Sorry." He doesn't sound very sorry, though. He's quite pleased that she's enjoying herself, even if they can't do this all the time. And he's hoping he can get this grin off his face by the time he goes home, or his parents are going to have words with him.

Satisfied that the salt and shampoo is gone from her hair, he offers the shampoo bottle to her. "Do me the honors?" Even though he's taller than her, if he bends down a little she should be able to reach. And she won't have to worry about not getting soap in his eyes.

"Of course, all is fair in love and more love." April poured some shampoo into her hands and reached up to massage his scalp.

"I could lather you up nicely afterwards."

He smiles at her, looking up through the damp strands of hair plastered across his forehead. "Tempting, but I think if we start mutual lathering, we may never get clean ever again." And wouldn't that be a shame. "I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine, though."

"What you get me naked in a shower and didn't expect more touching?" April laughed. She reached for a cloth to shipe away and stray shampoo, before rinsing his hair. Careful not to allow any in his eyes.

"Turn around handsome. I will try to stay in the back zone."

He laughs too. "Oh, is that your master plan? Seduce your poor innocent alien boyfriend in the shower so he'll want to stay with you forever?" Not that he would complain.

"Ooh, cheeky wench." He turns around obediently though, lathering up his chest and arms, feeling the tiny scratch of stubble on his neck and chin.

"Darn you figured it out. I better hurry before those pesky kids foil my evil plans." April chuckled. Using a loofa, April applied just a little body lotion, and started to lather and scrub his back.

"MMMmmm and such an obedient innocent alien boyfriend." She teased, leaning in to nip slightly at the back of his neck.

As someone who doesn't normally sweat, Clark doesn't usually spend much time in the shower, and the feel of the loofa against his back is a new and welcome one. Frothy and soft, with that satisfied sensation most people get from scratching an itch. "Ooh."

"My will is to obey, my mistress." He feels the tiny nip at his neck, and makes a small hum of pleasure. "Just don't bite too hard." After all this, he'd hate for her to break a tooth.

He might smell like melons for the next day or so. Add that to the goofy grin, and his parents will have questions.

"Mistress?" April chuckles, nipping just enough for him to feel it, without hurting her teeth. "I like the sound of that. Where has this Clark been hiding?"

He's briefly tempted to make a crude remark about her pulling this Clark out through his pants, but decides against it. "I've had a lot of time to think these past few days. Made some big changes in the way I see some things." It's a little more of a serious answer than he wanted to give, but it's what came out of his mouth anyway.

He puts himself underneath the spray of water, rinsing the soap suds off his body. "Your turn," he says, taking the loofah and lathering it up afresh. He may have never used one before, but he's a quick study, and starts brushing it in broad circles across her back, spreading the growing foam evenly.

"They are good changes." April noted, just as seriously. From the description from the Lister, Clark showed a lot of determination and control during his battle with The Scourge. And their time together in the ocean proved even more of that control.

Turning to let him lather her back, April placed her hands on the shower wall. "Fair is fair... Master."

((ooc: sleep!))

He works slowly, efficiently, in no hurry to rush through getting to touch her, guiding her long hair over her shoulder so the lather doesn't get in it. And he drops a kiss on her neck, just below her ear. Her skin tastes clean, pure.

((Sleep is a good thing! Think I'll do some myself.))

There is a gentle sigh from April when he kisses her neck. "This is nice. Very nice."

"Yeah, it is," he agrees. Now that he has her safe and sound, it's like nothing else matters. He feels so good, he doubts even kryptonite would put a big dent in his pleasure. And he's so glad that she managed to stop him as Kal before they went this far, or farther, because this is much better than emotionless lust.

With her back finished having a good scrub, April turns into his arms and lands a kiss on his lips. "Better get my front too. I have such delicate skin."

He shoots her a sly glance, as if to say I know what you're up to, woman, but he obeys and turns his careful attention to her chest, loofah moving in smooth, even circles over every inch of exposed flesh. His body isn't quite ready yet for another round, but that doesn't mean he can't focus on making her feel good.

His sly glance gets such an innocent look. The sensation of the loofah is very nice and she gives a contented sigh. It is likely a good thing she asked too, his scrubbing is removing any effects of the ocean water on her skin.

"Better."

He hand lingers on her skin as he rinses away the soap, gently stroking to remove the suds. "Looks like you picked up a little tan." Not a deep one, and he doesn't see any sunburn, which he's grateful for because it hadn't even occurred to him that suntan lotion might've been in order. He doesn't need it, after all.

"My skin soaked in a lot of the sun, a tan was going to happen, after being stuck inside for so long." April checks herself for any signs of a burn. She doesn't ignite under the sun like other vampires would, but her skin is still sensitive to the light.

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