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dinner date with Clark

April was still up on Cloud Nine, after she and Clark had started to officially be girlfriend and boyfriend. And tonight, she had a thought that since their 'first date' had been not quite real due to a de-aging LOL that she would make him dinner for an official first date.

The menu was simple enough, because even though April looked to cook and create, she still had inherited some unfortunate cooking accidents from her mother. She had selected Italian-flavored dishes to serve tonight. Shrimp and Pesto Linguine, Mushroom and Onion Frittata, and Strawberry bellini for dessert.

The dishes were light enough for summer time, easy enough to follow, and were smelling quite delicious by the time April had set the table. Also set at the table, on Clark's plate, was a small gift-wrapped package.

All that remained was to wait for Clark to arrive.

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The redness of his ears deepens as she makes herself comfortable, and he automatically reaches up to steady her so she doesn't fall off. He hasn't had anyone do this with him, ever. Both the lap-sitting and being fed strawberries. "I think I can manage some," he says after a moment, voice squeaking a little in the middle.

With his hand steadying her, April is going to be comfy on his lap for at least a couple of minutes. She would be flattered to be 'a first' for him.

She offers him the strawberry again. "Then dine away."

Trying not to make an idiot out of himself - biting her fingers off, drooling on her hand, and so on - he carefully, shyly, bites at the strawberry. It's as delicious as the rest of the evening has been, though the experience may be slightly biased by the knowledge that a beautiful blonde is sitting on his lap.

After Clark takes his bite, April will take a bite of her own. The strawberries are small enough that two bites finish them off. But there are more to pick up. And more whipped cream.

She is awfully tempted to 'accidentally' squirt Clark with the whipped cream. And the glint remains in her eyes as she offers him the next strawberry.

Clark sees that tricksy look and can't help but wonder what she's thinking. He wouldn't know how to react if she did something like that, especially after the "taking it slow" conversation.

Hey. A girl can be playful, without being seductive.

But she will behave for the next couple of strawberries. Until the plate is finished. "Lovely. Company and dinner both."

"And they're both fantastic," he agrees, smiling at her. He's still somewhat embarrassed about the whole thing, but overall it's really nice.

It is those slight flashes of embarrassment that reinforce why April had thought it would be good to take things slow. That and they have never brought up what their powers may/may not do in a more intimate setting.

"How about a nice movie? I have plenty for you to select from, while I tend to the cleaning up." She sits up from her 'seat'.

"Sure." Dinner and a movie with a pretty girl sounds like the perfect evening to him. And there hasn't even been some terrible crisis to ruin the night, like there usually is whenever he tries to do anything nice.

He gets up and goes to look at her selection.

April's apartment block is pretty much a drama-free zone.

After finishing with the plates, April heads over to the couch to see what Clark had picked out. She approaches from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. "And Clark's top pick of the night is?"

"That depends. Do we want horror or comedy?" He holds up The Princess Bride in one hand and 28 Days Later in the other.

"Both? Start with horror and then we are too tramautized we can reassure each other and watch the comedy?"

"Zombies first it is, then." Yeah, he knows they're not really zombies, but it's the principle of the thing. And he has to admit that he was tempted to pick an alien invasion drama or a cheesy vampire flick, but he's going to keep that in reserve for next time.

"Perfect." April will sit beside him on the couch when the movie starts. "I think one of the ironic things is the fact that people in this movie, or the others on the shelf, could some day appear in the Nexus."

Clark had actually momentarily forgotten the nature of the Nexus, and he gives her movie shelves another glance as he walks past to put the movie in. He taps Back to the Future as he goes. "I've actually already met Marty McFly. Nice kid."

Once they're both seated, Clark puts his arm across the back of the couch behind her head. Not quite cuddling, but he's definitely within grabbing distance.

April has been in the Nexus long enough that she is aware that her home-dimension is known by some as a TV series. She suspects the same about Clark. But has not tried to confirm it.

The movie is interesting. April doesn't typically jump at most scary parts (like most girls might). It is actually the part when the heros of the movie get the soldier base, and they discover their true intentions that unnerves her.

And when it comes to Jim's potential execution, and what the soldiers plan to do with the girls -- Clark will have an April holding onto him.

Clark is under the belief that he's a comic book character rather than from a television show, but most of the people he's met have thought of him as this Superman guy so that's somewhat colored his introduction to being fictional.

He's seen this movie before back home, but some of the actors are different. And the sight of soldiers of any kind unnerves him, especially given the nature of the ones in the film, so he's holding her right back during those scenes.

And when Jim goes on his rampage, deep inside the colder part of Clark feels satisfaction in watching him take revenge.

Fictional or not, at least they found each other because of the Nexus.

Held in his arms, comforted by his strength, April can almost sense the colder part of Clark. It is a part of him, just as much as her Beast is a part of her. (And she is so ignoring the Beasts inner thirst for rampaging).

The movie may not be one of those that give hope to the watcher by the end. And April is just glad that they are watching it together. And nuzzles him when the credits roll.

He leans into her in response, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of her hair. "Good thing we picked zombies first," he murmurs. "Comedy's a much better way to top off the night."

"Indeed. The only way I would feel safe tonight would to have a strong hero hold me while I slept." A light teasing of her words. As she moved her hand across his chest.

"Oh? Anybody I'd know?" he teases back. He knows he can't stay overnight again, not tonight anyway, but there's no harm in a little flirting.

"Maybe. He has brown hair." April runs her fingers through his hair. "Amazing blue eyes. Kissable lips." She kisses his lips.

"Oh. And an perfect toned body. Curse his alien genes."

Clark asked for the works, with flirting back.

"Wesley's an alien? He hides it well." It was either that or a Mars Needs Women joke.

"Wesley?" It took April a second to connect the name to his second movie choice. "Nope. Wrong name. Wesley is a blonde."

"Two more guesses, before I earn my prize."

"He is?" He reaches over and grabs the DVD box with his free hand. "Huh. Different actor than the one who played him back home."

"Well," he says, pretending to think. "It can't be Warrior Angel unless he's wearing a wig. And where would you hide a superhero in your apartment?"

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