slayers_desire | studying Kryptonite artifacts with Clark

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studying Kryptonite artifacts with Clark

April had everything set up, and ready for Clark's arrival. She had all the Kryptonite artifacts laid out on the living room floor. Sorted as best as she could according to size.

And on a side table was the files April received from older Superman. Also ready for Clark.

Hidden in a back closet was the arctic gear, and it was almost easy to forget how cold the adventure was, especially now that she was safe and warm back in her Kansas apartment.

To ensure a safe PINpoint location, April had chosen a caretakers closet that was hardly ever used in the apartment building. From there it was only two floors up to her room. At least via PINpoint was the fastest way for Clark to get to the apartment, without his powers.

But hopefully, they would find a way to return his powers to him. Or at least provide him with more knowledge on his heritage while he was without them.

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He wraps his arms around her, still smiling like he's never going to stop, threading his fingers through her hair. His body's complaining but his soul has never been cleaner, never been so light as it is now, with her.

The attention is nice. And April closes her eyes, and rests her head on his chest. This is a nice moment. She ndoesn't want it to stop.

He doesn't want it to end, either. And he's glad that they have this moment, that they can make it last the rest of the day if they can, and he sighs in contentment.

Remaining in his lap, April will concern herself with the artifacts they want to keep later. Her fingers just caress us and down on his chest. And sighs in contentment too.

They remain like that for a while, and eventually Clark chuckles, barely audible. If being able to stay like this forever means being human forever, I think I'm okay with that.

Hearing his thought, April is honored. That he would be willing to give up his heritage for her means the world. She just hopes it doesn't come to that. That Clark will never have to choose. That he can have both.

He hopes so too. But right now, feeling as content and relaxed as he is, he can't quite bring himself to be worried about it. And he wordlessly presses a kiss to her forehead.

"Are you going to be able to stay awhile?" April softly asks. With all that has been happening, it would be nice to just have a night in his arms.

"Mmm-hmm. The whole rest of the day. Wasn't sure how long this was going to take. And I can call home and tell my parents I'm staying the night. If that's what you want."

"It is." April loves spending time with him. "As long as you can put up with staying the night in this small place."

He smiles. "We'll have to sleep close, then. So we don't fall off that tiny bed of yours." He's fairly certain his feet would hang off the end, but he always has that problem with beds. And this time he won't float in his sleep.

"Oh dear. That could be a problem. Sleeping close. So unbearable." April lightly teased. "I will just have to behave. I guess."

"I don't know, you might not be able to keep your hands to yourself," he teases back, tickling her lightly in the ribs.

"Yep. That is me. A wicked woman who can't keep her hands to herself."

"That's the reason for the small bed. So you'd have an excuse to cuddle up to me," he laughs, giving her a kiss on the nose. "You're an evil genius and I'm at your mercy."

"Darn. You sorted out my evil plan." April kissed him just under his chin. "I am just going to have to make sure you are so deliriously happy you can not tell a single soul about it."

He smiles at her. "I already am," he says softly, and this time he's not kidding.

"Oh... you..." April couldn't find the right words. And she runs her fingers through his hair. Nuzzling him again under his neck.

"I thank the multiverse every day that it brought the two of us together. That we don't have to go through life without each other."

"You are not helping..." April whispered. Her fingers move to the bottom of his shirt. Then slowly caress up his chest, trailing her fingers over his flesh.

His hands rest lightly on her hips, thumbs making slow circles. "Didn't know I was supposed to be."

"I just don't want to ruin things." April softly explained. She was still very conscious about his needs and wants.

"You could never ruin anything," he assures her, sliding his hands a little higher.

"Sometimes hard not to worry so much. Especially when it comes to you." She slowly lifted his shirt off his head, and kissed softly up against his flesh.

"I don't want to worry you," he says, stroking her back and maneuvering her own shirt off, giving his hands more room to play across her skin.

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