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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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.

He presses his lips to her shoulder, not feeling the increased heat of sunburn radiating from her, and makes sure to check her other shoulder. And the soft skin over her collarbone. And works his way up her neck, seeking out her lips.

"No tan lines," he says with a smile.

"Kissing ensures that?" April chuckles, running her fingers through his hair. Of course, she does enjoy the sensation of his lips on her shoulders, and up her collarbone.

"Just checking," he says, still smiling. "I like to be thorough."

Her hair is too wet for him to properly run his fingers through it in return, so he settles for stroking her face with his hands, sweeping back wet strands of hair and focusing on the softness of her skin under the pads of his fingers.

"And I do enjoy you being thorough." April moved closer to him, her hands settling on his waist. Maintaining eye contact as he strokes her face.

"I like the way you feel," he murmurs. Ever since he learned of his invulnerability, he's been fascinated by the softness of more mortal flesh, the darkening tan that dyes pale skin slight brown. The different textures it can have.

Closing in so there was barley any space left between their naked bodies, April gave a contented sigh. "I like you feeling me. So gentle, despite your great strength. Amazing blue eyes, showing control over the vision of heat. So sensitive to my touch, despite your invulnerability."

It's hard to tell in the steamy, wet environment of her shower, but Clark's eyes hold the faintest sheen of unshed tears. Not of grief, or sadness, or anger, but of love. He'd hardly dared hope that he would ever find someone who would love him for who he is, unintimidated by his powers, respectful of his wishes and hopes and dreams, accepting of all of him, not just the parts she likes. And with her words, he feels another confirmation of what he's known since they first started growing closer.

Wordlessly, he kisses her lips, closing his eyes against tears of gratitude.

Accepting the kiss, April catches a hint of salt from the tears falling from his eyes. She can sense his gratitude. His silent hopes and dreams finding an answer in her arms.

"Okay my love, I will prune sooner or later. Can you take me to bed?"

"Certainly." He reaches back and shuts off the water, helps her out of the shower so she doesn't slip, though he's sure she probably doesn't need his help for that. He finds her clean towels and hands her one, using another to dry himself off and then wraps it around his waist. Despite the long time they've spent together without clothing today, he's not used to sleeping in the nude, so he uses his PINpoint to call up some pajama pants and boxer shorts for himself. Hoping she doesn't mind. She's seen more of him today than most, for much longer than any.

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