slayers_desire | Rested after a good night sleep

"Yes, and no." Clark looks a little sad, but overall satisfied. "I would like to visit again. But the red sun... I don't have my powers when I'm under it. On Krypton, my people were just like humans. No abilities, except being adapted for the cold. Earth's sun is different. I think the yellow light is where my strength comes from." It's all guesswork, from what he's seen and experienced, but it seems right.

"Oh I guess not for at Krypton. But for other simulations it should work." April unlocked her apartment and entered. "You can make anything happen in that place. It is why is so popular."

He follows her in, closing the door behind them. "Maybe a desert or something. Can't get more yellow sunlight than a desert." There's another reason he'd like to try different simulations. He's afraid that he'll want to waste away years of his life just standing on the simulated surface of his home planet, holding onto a civilization that no longer exists outside of himself and the AI in the cave wall.

She paused in the middle of the living room. "Deserts would be good. Lots of space to fly around without worries."

"And no chance of anyone seeing me," he agrees. That's always been rule number one, ever since his parents brought him home from the crash site in Miller's Field.

"I wonder if someday you will be strong enough to fly with a person." April smiled. It would be need to be in the air, without the magic.

"Strong, yeah. Fast enough is a different story." He's gotten quite good at floating over the past few weeks, but he can't go forward at any appreciable speed whatsoever. He steps close to her, and places a palm against her cheek. "Once I do, you'll be the first to know."

She closes her eyes at his touch. "And just how close do you think I would have to cling to you?"

His hand trails down her neck, down her shoulder, until he gently grasps her upper arm and tugs her forward, so she's almost standing on his toes. "Oh, pretty close. I wouldn't want to drop you."

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His boldness always takes her breathless. Especially with the sensation of his hand on her neck and her should. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she asked, "This close?"

He slides his arms around her and interlaces his fingers, resting them midway down her back. "Probably at least this close." He bends his head down to kiss her, a spark of gold flitting through his eyes.

The knowledge of what that gold means gives April a slight shiver. Not because she is afraid - she trusts Clark. But more because of nervousness and excitement. That spark means that her boyfriend is aroused by her.

Returning the kiss, April moans softly in contentment. "I think I like being this close."

Clark laughs a little. "I don't know, it might be hard to concentrate on staying in the air when I've got a gorgeous girl in my arms."

Not that he's noticed, but he's hovering an inch or so above the floor right now.

The whole night felt like April was walking on air, so she might not notice that Clark is hovering. Or that she is hovering with him, standing so close to him.

"Another thing to practice, given time." She laughs, kissing his neck.

Clark's heat vision isn't at full strength yet, or otherwise his eyes would be a lot more gold than they are right now. As it is, his eyes are itching a little, sort of like the anticipatory sensation humans sometimes get before a good sneeze, and he closes his eyes just to make sure.

Of course, if it gets really intense, closing his eyes won't help. Other guys get to deal with embarrassing boners. Clark gets to deal with setting his girlfriend and her living room on fire.

"Speaking of practicing, I think we're going to need to find a fireproof blindfold," he jokes weakly.

"Kinky." April jokes back. Stroking her fingers through his hair, she tried to think of good suggestions for him.

"I will understand if you have to zoom away and blow off some steam."

"Mmm. Not so much unless it's made out of lead," he says with a laugh. Although the only fireproof fabrics he can think of off the top of his head are reflective, and that makes him nervous. The last time his heat vision reflected off something and back into his eyes, he went blind for several days. Granted, there was kryptonite involved, but still.

"I don't want to leave, even for a moment." Even with his eyes closed, his lips home in on hers for another kiss. "Besides, I need to learn to control this too, right?"

"That is the goal. I have faith in you Clark. I know you will find a way." April whispered. Kissing him with eyes closed is not a problem. It feels nice in fact. More intimate in a way.

He figures now is as good a time as any to see if he can use x-ray vision and heat vision at the same time. His forehead scrunches up a little as he concentrates on taking a peek through his own eyelids. His eyes still itch like crazy, but he smiles as he sees her skeleton embraced in his own bony arms. "I can see you," he says. "Well, kind of." He can only see her face as a hazy outline overlaying the internal structures, but he won't be accidentally squashing her or breaking anything in her apartment.

He knows it's a stupid thing to say, but he can't help saying it anyway. "You have excellent bone structure."

"Wow. I have never had anyone flirt with me using my bone structure before." April laughed. She kissed his neck softly.

"First time for everything, right?" He feels a bit silly, interacting with her like this while his eyes are shut tight, but it seems to be working so far. He hasn't set anything on fire yet, and even though his eyes are burning, he can ignore it. He nuzzles her in response, breathing in the scent of her hair. "Even your metatarsals are perfect."

"This is a little unfair, you seeing so much of me. I might have to even up the score somehow."

"My arms aren't good enough for you?" he teases. He can't believe how forward he's daring to act tonight, but he's pretty sure he knows what's gotten into him. And for once, it isn't red kryptonite. It's something much better. Identity.

"Oh they are good arms. Make me want more. So..." April caresses his hands up his shirt to caress the flesh underneath. "May I steal away your shirt?"

Even in her boldness, April wants to make sure that Clark is not uncomfortable.

Clark makes doubly sure that his eyelids are locked down tight, because he's pretty sure he'd be scorching the ceiling or the walls if he dares open them a smidgen. He goes shirtless on the farm all the time, although he doesn't tend to sweat or burn. And he doesn't usually have an audience. "Sure."

Hey, he's checking out her bones. It's more than fair. Granted, he can't see any other level of x-ray vision with his heat vision acting up, but still.

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