slayers_desire | Rome adventures: open to Clark and Xander

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Rome adventures: open to Clark and Xander

April felt blessed in the fact that she was getting closer to Clark's family in Smallville. Especially since every time she visited with Martha and Jonathan, she could sense their approval and that they were glad she made Clark happy. It was so important to her to share more of her world with Clark in return, and introduce him to someone from the Buffyverse.

So after deciding on Xander, April first sat down with the older man and explained about her visits to the Nexus. And how she had made several friends there. And how she started dating someone from another universe. And that she would like to introduce her boyfriend to Xander.

With those basics covered, April was ready to contact Clark and invite him back to Rome. This time to meet someone from her world. And waiting for Clark to arrive, April felt a couple of butterflies in her stomach. She just hoped that Xander and Clark would get along alright.

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Her touch feels good, even though he's concerned about her trying hard enough to hurt her hands if things get too intense. "That depends," he says with a small smile. "Are any of your housemates likely to wander through and get scarred for life?"

"We could always move to my bedroom. It is a lot more private."

His smile widens. "Then we run the risk of them wandering by and hearing something." He may be teasing her, just a little.

Taking his hand to take him to the bedroom, April teased back. "I know I am good, but you will just have to restrain yourself."

He follows her, glad that this next trip to her bedroom is less dire than the last. "You'll have to find some other way to make me shut up then."

Arriving in the bedroom, April gave him a smile as she removed his shirt from him. "Oh I could think of a way or two."

"Go lay on the bed."

"Ooh. Getting bossy now." He obeys, though, carefully flopping onto it but not hard, so he doesn't break it. His own bed at home is a lot sturdier than hers, and he's broken it more than once.

"Admit it, you like it when I am bossy." April chuckled. Understanding the difficulties of Clark's skin, she was prepared to use other methods to ensure he received a good massage without her having to use much pressure.

First, she started with applying a massage oil that would heat slightly once in contact with the skin. And gently rubbed it into his muscles. Next she also concentrated on sending the sensations past the skin, like she did for Jonathan, so that Clark would feel the psychic massage against any muscles that needed it.

"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say, ma'am."

April's resourcefulness is much appreciated, and though he feels a little guilty for not being able to return the favor, it's quickly pushed aside at the sensations her fingers and magic are working on his skin and muscles. He hasn't felt this relaxed in years, and if Kryptonian abilities came with a shapeshifting power, he's pretty sure he would end up as a puddle before the day is done.

"Where'd you learn how to do this?" he murmurs, eyes half closed as she works.

His first comment received another chuckle from April. And she bend to whisper in his ear. "I knew I would corrupt you sooner or later, my naughty farmer's son."

Continuing the massage, April can sense her efforts working on him, and hopefully the stress of the day being removed. "Strangely... books. Learning about how the muscle and nervous system works. And how psychic powers could be utilized to target those systems, and even heal damage to them too."

"Must've been good books," he says approvingly. No one's ever done something like this for him before, and he's pretty sure that no one else could, without the psychic sensations she's transmitting to him. He's not even worried about her hurting herself trying to hard, nor is he thinking about having both of his fathers disappointed in him. She's the center of his world, the only thing that exists for him in this moment.

Leaning down to place a kiss here and there along his back, April's intent turned to ensuring Clark had no more worries from his difficult adventure in China.

"Once the muscles in your back feel relaxed, you could turn over and receive the same attention to your front."

He huffs out a laugh. "I don't think I can move." He doesn't want her to stop, naturally, and it's an appealing thought, but what she's done so far has helped him relax immensely. So just the thought of trying to turn over seems impossible.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Should I be bossy again?" April nipped lightly at his shoulder blade. "Roll over so I can access one of the best parts of you."

He jumps a little at the gentle bite. "Okay, okay," he says, still smiling, and makes a big show of turning himself over.

"Good boy." April purrs lightly. Applying more massage oil to her hands, she started massaging the muscles at his front, using the same methods that she did for the back.

Clark shuts his eyes almost entirely this time, just focusing on the sensations and the pleasure she's giving him, and he has a stray thought that it's too bad his muscles don't get sore from exercise like other people's do, because then he could solicit her for this all the time. She may have only learned from books, but her instinct for massage is a strong one.

That is because she cheats. It is not only the book knowledge, but listening to his thoughts and targetting those pleasure zones.

And small kisses here and there on his chest too.

If Clark knew he was making these noises, small groans of pleasure and almost purring with the feeling of it, he would be horribly embarrassed. And it's almost cruel, knowing that eventually she's going to have to stop and then he won't be feeling like this anymore.

"You wicked woman," he breathes. "I'll do anything."

It is almost exciting to hear Clark make those noises. It shows her how much he enjoys her actions. And more than anything, April wants to give him a nice memory to end this day, just like how he had for her after rescuing her from The Scourge.

"Anything?" Her fingers unlasten the fasten on his pants. "Mmm well maybe if you ask nice, I might be humored to answer your requests."

Again he feels a flash of guilt for letting her do all this to him without returning the favor, but he doesn't feel coordinated enough to tie his own shoelaces right now. He's never been very good at being selfish. "But I'm not... for you, I mean..."

Moving her hands to nudge down the undone pants, April chuckles. "Clark. I give you permission to be totally spoiled and just enjoy the moment."

"We can't always worry about giving back to each other."

"You can give me a Master-type IOU at another time."

He's still not entirely convinced, but... "IOU, then." He reminds himself that this isn't about keeping score to be equal, it's about doing things for each other because it feels good, and they each want their partner to feel good too. Even if it isn't at the same time. And just because he's the only one getting anything out of this physically doesn't mean she isn't getting any pleasure out of this, too.

With a smile, April applied more massage oil to gently work on his legs. She rubs from the bottom of his legs and up. Her actions all about helping him to feel better and that this is one thing he doesn't have to worry about messing up. And April enjoys giving him this moment.

"You must have several stress area," She teased lightly.

Clark's answer is an inarticulate noise, and it turns out that his feet are particularly sensitive to her touch, not in a ticklish way but in the sense that it feels really, really good. It would be an interesting scientific study if that part of his brain wasn't short-circuiting.

"You've gotta teach me how to do this," he manages to say.

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