Rested after a good night sleep

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Rested after a good night sleep

It was amazing how much difference one good night of sleep could make. Especially since that sleep had been thanks to Clark holding her, and finally being able to talk to him about intimacy.

That one good night had led to a couple more, and today April was feeling 100 per cent better. And because of her good mood, had spent the better part of the afternoon making phone calls, arranging some details, and basically had a nice surprise all lined up for Clark.

All that was needed was the guest of honor. So she would give him a call.

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"We'll figure something out." He sounds absolutely convinced of that, one hundred percent, like it's unfathomable that they won't. "With all the worlds we can visit, and all the possibilities there are, we'll find a solution, somehow. Even if we have to experiment with kryptonite."

"Experimenting with kryptonite would be a last solution." She remembers how horrible it had been seeing him in pain. "Besides, if I wanted to seduce a normal boyfriend - I would have made my move on Krypton."

"I want to be with you. All of you."

Clark would gladly suffer under kryptonite if she needed him to. But even so, her wanting him as him makes him feel warmer than any heat vision buildup, and a fear he didn't know he was holding onto loosens in his chest. "You have no idea how much I've hoped to hear you say that."

"Well then I will say it again. I want to be with you. All of you." April kisses him deeply.

He has no idea how to respond, so he just kisses her back.

Yeah. This is definitely better than staring at the wall all evening.

Moving a hand down his bare chest, April smiles. "So... what else should we practice before we have to part ways?"

"If we try too much more, we'll end up right back where we started." Not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't want to burn down her apartment either. He's quite comfortable with how they are now, and he wishes this moment didn't have to end. He can be a real cuddle-monster when he's relaxed like this. "What do you want to do?"

"We could just cuddle on the couch." April suggests. "And then take things from there."

Because with a shirtless Clark at her availability, she is going to be touching him. And it might return to dealing with heat vision. But that is the point of this. To find a way to give Clark control.

"Sounds good to me." Besides, he has an idea about maybe how to deal with the heat vision, and if the opportunity should arise, he needs her to help him out.

Moving to the couch, April removes his coat. And once he is settled, April will cuddle in close to him. Laying so she is resting on him, stroking her hand up and down his chest.

"When did you learn about your birth home?"

Clark leans his cheek on the top of her head, one long arm curled around her waist, and he gives a little sigh of contentment. "It's a long story... it was before the ship started speaking to me. And there was a key that helped me work Kryptonian technology. It called to me, to go and put it in the cave wall; it called so much that I started flying there in my sleep. My parents didn't want me to do it, but I couldn't stop myself, like I couldn't control my own body. There was this bright light and I blacked out, and when I woke up, I could read Kryptonian. The download made me burn the symbol for hope into the side of the barn, and when it made it into the newspapers, I got an email from Doctor Swann."

"He'd worked out the language, and gotten a message during the meteor shower where I arrived, asking the people of Earth to keep the last survivor of Krypton safe. He tracked the message back to its point of origin and found where the planet used to be, and when he saw the symbol on the barn, he knew where I was. He told me everything he knew."

"That must have been difficult, to lose control like that. But I am glad the experience allowed you to learn the language of your home world."

"Is Kryptonian a difficult language?"

"It was," he agrees. "I thought I was going crazy when I kept waking up in the middle of the road, or in a field somewhere between the caves and home. I managed to keep it hidden from everyone for a while, but I got caught when I ended up in the middle of Route 8 and Lex almost ran me over. He insisted on giving me a ride home, so my parents were already up by the time I got back."

He hesitates a moment. "It's very, very difficult. No slang, very formal, lots of layers of meaning. Humans can learn to read and write it, but only Kryptonians can manage the spoken version. There are too many sounds that can't be spoken or heard by ordinary humans."

"I can't imagine how hard it is to hide things from people you care about." April is so glad she doesn't have to do that with Clark. And she turns slightly to kiss his neck.

"Do you know many words?"

He closes his eyes, not because of heat vision, but just because he wants to focus on feeling her next to him. And then, hesitantly, he starts speaking in a lyrical, flowing language that sounds like rain rolling off rooftops, the distant rumble of thunder, the shush of wind rustling through the trees. Spoken Kryptonian is a gentle storm rolling over him, words and meanings wrapped up in a language no human tongue can hope to reproduce with any kind of accuracy.

The lyrical language that Clark speaks is so soothing, and she is caught up in the gentle storm of words. Her fingers stroke down his chest as he speaks.

"Wow."

The storm eventually trickles to a stop, and he opens his eyes again. "Sometimes I wake up thinking in it, and I have to remind myself what English sounds like. It's so easy to lose myself in it, and I'm the only one in the universe who can speak it anymore."

"That may be true. But you are not alone." April leaned to kiss him softly. "And if you ever want to speak it around me, I will be glad to listen. Even if I can't understand a thing you say."

"It comes from you. Your heart."

He smiles a little, grateful that she's as accepting and understanding as always. "What I just recited... it's a kind of a poem. I got some of the literary classics along with the language download, for contextual comprehension. It's about the harmony of the planets and how they move in predictable patterns, but there are phenomena in space that even my people couldn't explain, which defy the laws of physics. It's about what's undiscovered and mysterious."

"It sounds like they studied a lot beyond their own walls." Laying beside him, April can sense how important every aspect of learning about his home world is to Clark.

"I feel harmonious at your side."

Clark grins and says something in Kryptonian, something without a good English translation, the word closest to soulmate that the language has.

"I wish I could ask Jor-El about this. He fell in love with a human woman once."

April cuddles close at the word, even though she doesn't understand, somehow she gets the gist. "You have his simulation."

"He might be the only one who could have advice on the heat vision."

"I'm just afraid that he'll tell me that human-learned emotions are my weakness again, and prevent me from being with you. I don't know how much he feels like that, and Louise... she died in his arms. He didn't know the bullets would bounce off his skin, didn't know to watch for where they went when they ricocheted. He thought he was protecting her, and she died because of it. He might not think that Kryptonians and humans can be together." Not that she's entirely human, but he doesn't think that the AI will understand vampirism.

"If I had to, I would do anything to prove myself to him to stay in your life. Not that he matters... you do."

"I just want you to see you happy."

Clark feels a brief bolt of terror at the idea of her being anywhere near Jor-El. "I know my future self said to trust him, but I don't want you to talk to him. He's too dangerous; I don't know what he'd do to you."

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